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[hicapacity]

A kormányod elinflálja a javaidat?

Ne hagyd magad!

[paipayaseeds]

(PUT ON THE MAID DRESS - 🌺)

Aimi shook her head against him.

"I can't cancel it. She's important to my career..."

She sighed, hugging him close. She shut her eyes, and touched fluffy hair. She was barely registering what he was saying, but she felt him squeeze and did her best to stay awake.

"not trash.. you're my pretty, pretty boyfriend.. oh wow, you're my boyfriend."

Still barely conscious, Aimi suddenly pulled away to look at him in awe, as if this was some sort of groundbreaking news. She traced his face with her fingers, taking everything in.

"You're like..an angel. I don't think people are supposed to look that beautiful.."

She kept mumbling to herself, whispering praise in a progressively slurred speech. She lowered her body, laying against his chest but (against her wishes) trying to give him enough room to slip away if he had to. Snuggled up and comfy, she got ready to take a nice nap.

Thanks to the medicine, it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep, mumbling incoherent things and twitching occasionally. Aimi wouldn't be sure of what her dreams were herself, but this time it seemed to be something about how much she loved marshmallows (or, a marshmallow).

Mimi walked over, pushing her little head against Nagito's hand. It didn't matter if her slave was passed out, it was petting time and someone would have to do it.

Nagito only felt his heart growing warmer, to the point it had almost been concerning. "... A- angel?" He could never think of himself that way, nor could he think someone else could either. To be compared to a near godly being in the skies? Was she trying to break him? He was on the verge of tears; but for the sake of not crying in front of the cat, he stifled the urge to sob from the fireworks sparking up in his heart.

With a quiet sniffle, Nagito reached his arm over her to tug the blankets over her now-sleeping form. “You've got it all wrong; you're the real angel...” He chuckled quietly, before very, very delicately stealing a tiny kiss that he hoped wouldn't rouse the girl from her sleep.

— Funny, because a second later, as he attempted to reach for his phone to order, he fell off the bed and on his ass loudly. Tensing, he crossed his fingers in hopes that if he stayed silent, it'd give both of them the illusion that nothing happened, and it was just a hallucination.

Nagito stiffened as his phone suddenly buzzed and voilà, his luck had paid him back in full because, lo and behold; a coupon. For the delivery app. In any store. That expired in — oh shit, an hour!?

He scrambled to sit back up, leaning his aching back against the bed he had just fallen off of. With an apologetic sigh, he gave the cat one last pet before focusing on the task at hand. "Sorry, Mimi, I'll pet you right after I order, okay?"

With his finger hovering inches away from the screen, he paused and looked at Mimi directly in the eye. "... Do you think your owner will get mad if I get something for you?"

"Fish? Cats like fish, right...?" Thinking back to it now, it probably wasn't a good idea, but he forgot to ask Aimi what she wanted for delivery, so he just decided to... order everything. And that included a very convenient food delivery place made specifically for cats.

Believe it or not, but you're going to have to choose the former — Nagito is... extremely rich. The lotteries he's won, the money he's gotten in return for just, a terrible, terrible day; it all adds up because he doesn't really buy much for himself.

So it barely made a dent in his bank account as he bought Aimi and him, a feast akin to 6 Thanksgiving dinners — as well as her fridge full of Thanksgiving leftovers.

He didn't think twice; he just... bought them all. Everything.

The coupon was worthless to him, but what's so bad about saving money?

With a shaky sigh, his eyes burned from the scrolling and the tapping of probably more than 47 restaurants, and so he put his dreadful phone down; ready to rest his eyes.

Without much thought, he slipped in next to Aimi's position on the bed — albeit awkwardly,, the boy had been an inch away from falling off the edge of the bed, but he didn't want to disturb the sleeping girl again. He would have to hang on for dear life if he truly wanted to be a good boyfriend.

As he promised, Nagito reached for Mimi, beckoning her over softly to get back to petting her — it seemed it was more for his benefit for hers at this point. "I believe I owe you well-deserved pets?" He chuckled tiredly, eyes tired and drooping. Who knew scrolling on the phone for so long would have him so incredibly tired?

As soon as his fingertips merely grazed the cat's fur—

... And that's all he remembered before passing out.

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moth :)

a thing that happened at work the other day.

[upwardsonwards]

slept for 15 hours :3

[chaorelance]

Koga’s gotten like, 3 chapters, in which he’s shown a lot of personality and hasn’t even fought once, and people are already deeming him a write-off as a main, huh.

Poor guy.

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