Cat!Gojo who is not shy when showing his affection. It’s very clear that he is comfortable around you, so comfortable to the point he is always hovering just behind you. Getting ready in the morning? Gojo is standing there with his arms around your hips, watching intently as you do your makeup. Making breakfast? Of course he’s rummaging through your refrigerator, tossing items your way for you to cook. Your bedtime routine has just become how long can you do your skincare before Gojo comes in whining and ultimately drags you away.
Cat!Gojo who makes it his mission to always have your attention. If he’s around, you shall do no such thing that doesn’t involve him. “Accidentally” his fluffy tail knocks the book in your hands right onto the floor. Your cup of coffee on the counter somehow gets in his way of his hands and you have to drop everything to save the glass. Though, if you confront him about his annoying behavior, he’ll stare up at you with those blue eyes and you have no choice but to let it go.
Cat!Gojo who lovesss taking naps. No matter where, he can and will be passed out on your furniture. When you come home from work, you open the door to see your furry pet sprawled out on your couch, some of his limbs hanging off. The second he gets a hint of scent in the air, he is perking up and rising from his space. He always has to greet you.
“I’m home,” You call out into your apartment, the area seemingly dead. That is until you hear a vague creaking from your bed and slow steps walking through the hall. There, a tired Gojo meets you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trudging over to you. Snickering at his drowsiness, you raise a brow at the hybrid,” Have a good nap?”
He raises his arms, nodding to your question and letting out a long whine as he stretches. Gojo’s tails flicks slowly as he gets closer and by the way his eyes are already fluttering to a close, you can tell what’s going to happen. You open your mouth to tell the feline to wait, but his body is already toppling over yours. A small laugh escapes your mouth and you blindly scoot toward the couch, hoping not to topple over.
Finally you crash onto the couch, grunting as Gojo drops with you,”You’re kinda crushing me here.” But to no avail, he doesn’t move, instead wrapping his arms around you and snuggling closer. You can only giggle in disbelief. Like the night before, your hand finds its way to his messy head of snowy strands. Gojo is already blacked out but you feel his chest rumble in a soft purr.
Cat!Gojo wouldn’t admit it, but is a bit protective of you. It isn’t typical of you to have people over, but on the rare occasion, you found that Gojo wasn’t exactly pleased with one of your friends. He’s often nice with a lot of your company, not having any trouble, but you weren’t sure why he was acting so off.
You invited Kenzo, one of your coworkers, over to have a few drinks. He was usually the person you shit-talked with about any trouble at work and it would be nice to just chat. However, the second you let him into your apartment, giving him a welcoming hug, you felt sharp eyes glaring into your back. Turning, you found none other than Gojo, who looks as grumpy as ever. You were confused since he already had dinner and just a couple of minutes ago he was perfectly fine.
Brushing it off, you went into the kitchen as Kenzo got comfy on your sofa. He smiled at Gojo,”Is he nice?” You hummed as you grabbed a bottle of wine,”Mhm! Just be warned, he may get too comfortable-“ Kenzo reached his hand out toward the hybrid, but an enraged hiss sounded from Gojo and he swatted at his hand. Gasping, you were about to scold the feline, but he was already existing off of the couch and over your way.
You glanced toward your friend, who just sat there facing the tv with a sad expression. The culprit strolled over to the counter, hopping up onto it and watching you intently. Whether he was blatantly ignoring your harsh look or not, you still whispered to him,”What got into you?” He shrugged calmly, clearly seeing no wrong in his actions.
“C’mon, I want to watch that show you’ve been talking about non-stop,” Kenzo called from the living room. You poured the drink into your glass and stared at Gojo, noting how he grimaced at your friend’s voice. For whatever reason, Gojo did not like Kenzo, and it was obvious he wasn’t going to warm up to him. You sighed, catching the hybrid's attention. Reaching up, you held his cheek,” It’ll just be a few hours, then he’ll be gone.”
Slowly caressing his skin, Gojo leaned in, purring softly at your touch,”Promise you will behave yourself?” There was a sliver of hesitation, but Gojo nodded slowly. He didn’t want to agree, but he also didn’t want you to be sad, so he settled with laying in your lap as you spoke to the nuisance of a friend. Whenever Kenzo would speak, Gojo would drown out his voice, only listening when you had something to stay.
