starter for @stxrnenstxub
Nanami is a creature of routine, when he comes home he gives Satoru his forehead kiss and brushes his hand through the soft hair between his white fuzzy ears three times. He lets Satoru out on the yard while he showers. When he lets Satoru back inside, he makes sure he’s clean; no imperfections in his silverly fur, no dirt on his paws. Then it’s time to have dinner; usually a portion heated from something premade on Sunday, he eats and feeds Satoru while having a cup of coffee as a dessert.
Brushing Satoru takes place after dinner. It takes no longer than 30 minutes every day. Each stroke of the brush is calculated and meticulous. After that, it’s a walk and then freetime where Satoru is allowed to enjoy pettings and cuddles to his heart’s content.
Yes, Nanami is a creature of strict timetables and routines, and he hates nothing more than breaking them. This is a lifestyle he’s settled into over the past few years, and even more so ever since he adopted Satoru.
However, today Nanami comes home almost half an hour late and when he does step inside he brushes past Satoru without much of a glance, going straight to the kitchen when he’s barely gotten his shoes off. A bag crinkled when it was set on the table, rustling further when it’s being dug through for its contents. His jacket is settled on the kitchen table in an odd little pile and he busies himself at the stove. Something moves in the makeshift bed of Nanami’s jacket with a soft whine. A moment later he’s seated at the table shaking a bottle or formula.
His lips curve into a small soft smile as tiny striped hands reach for the bottle. Loud purrs can be heard from the bundle on the table as he eats, enjoying all of the attention Nanami is giving him.
satoru was used to nanami’s routines. it was weird at first, he had been alone for a long time and lived his life on his own. he did only what he wanted and nothing more. he had no one to listen to, no one to obey. he was a free spirit, until he had met nanami. he thought it was only going to be temporary, receiving food every day in his garden and then playing some, get his fur brushed. satoru had always wanted a home, but his previous owner wasn’t fond of him. he had gotten too big, ate too much, wanted too much attention. he had been a burden on his owner and was since thrown out. he liked being with nanami and they had been buddies for a while until nanami completely adopted him, let him into his home and even gave him his own bed. he had slept out in the open for who knows how long. it was soooo fluffy.
but... times change, huh? gotten so used to the routine, he was entirely confused when nanami came home and literally ignored him. firstly, he was unusually late and secondly, something smelled rather weird here. he was also carrying some bundle in his arms which seemed to require most of his attention. to say he was angry, was an understatement. satoru was quite... upset, disappointed, just... really sad as he lay down in his bed and watched nanami... and that bundle.
that was a cat, right? why did nanami bring a cat home?
and that thing moved... on the kitchen table. ate his food... well, not exactly his. and those purrs... what the heck? satoru turned his head. so he wasn’t going to be nanami’s favourite anymore. maybe he’d even throw him out? satoru literally pouted, closing his eyes. he didn’t like cats and this one was going to be obnoxious.
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