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MCSRSOCMED AU (part 9)

it's new years!! what do you mean it's been 4 months–

MCSRSHIPPING AHEAD!!!

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Now would be an appropriate time to confess that Couriway more than just ‘likes’ this man.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Couriway– for the first time in his life– is going to spend it away from his family.

Willingly.

Fein is sick and alone for new years, something that shouldn’t ever occur in Couriway’s honest opinion. There’s no one to take care of her, and it pains him to know that. It was an odd thing to wake up to messages from the man about him apparently taking care of paw at some point yesterday– something he’s pretty sure that he didn’t do at all, but it feels– nice–? to know that in vulnerable weak moments like that, Fein seems to think of Couri before anyone else in his life. Though now that he thinks about it further it sounds really self-centered or something like that–

He was telling the truth when he said that he wanted to keep Fein company when he was alone like this– she’s always happier on call with Couri, knowing that there was another person there with him and to fill the silence that must be suffocating sometimes during the rare times that no music is playing (how is he only realizing now that’s probably why Fein must be so attached to music? it’s the one other thing that can fill the void of silence when there’s no one around), and it must be even worse now when purr was sick enough to be basically fully knocked out the entire day and night and unresponsive to everything around him.

Feinberg worries Couriway sick, and he isn’t sure if she knows that.

So that’s why he’s going back to campus instead of spending time with his family and friends at home, dealing with the traffic of new years as he goes, keeping an eye on his phone for any texts from Fein to keep her company and make sure that he knows that Couri is still here for him no matter what.

He slams his horn with a hiss that startles him because he has never heard himself make that noise before, puzzled at where it even came from. He has a small inkling about where he possibly picked it up from, but he doesn’t want to confront that possibility. His opportunity to mull it over gets interrupted by a text notification that takes his attention.

It’s disappointingly not Feinberg replying to his text, but it’s Parker so he feels like he has to reply anyway since he is technically currently abandoning all of his usual plans to stay with Fein for new years, and Parker should know that his brother won’t be alone while going to the next year. He sighs, preparing himself for the teasing that he would be facing from Fein’s literal brother, someone who was fully aware of his disastrous crush on Fein.

He puts his phone away for a moment when the conversation seems to end before immediately opening the apps note on his phone to make a small checklist for himself while the car is at a standstill in the eternal traffic, staring at the way time passes so slowly without Fein being around to take his attention off of the world around them.

Ha, he’s really fallen hard for that guy, huh?

He drops his head down and basically slams it onto his horn, joining the cacophony of pissed off drivers abusing their horns.

This would all be worth it in the end.

He feels like he shouldn’t be here.

Is that weird? He wants to be here– of course he wants to be here. He’s here for a reason. He had made that journey for a reason– far away from his family because it doesn’t feel right to be there at the moment when something so important is missing from his life that leaves him feeling lost sometimes, and he knows what that so important thing is, but it doesn’t feel real to be so close to the person that’s made themselves at home in his mind and heart without even knowing that they’ve managed such a thing. Is this unhealthy? Maybe. Let's not think about that.

Maybe the reason why he feels so weird about this is that he’s showing up here out of the blue without even giving any hints at all about what he’s doing. Would Fein even want the care? Paw was extremely independent and capable of taking care of himself, but he never really does..

He knows that whenever people attempt to give those who don’t want care any sort of care it usually doesn’t end up well, but Couri wants to at least try because he loves Feinberg!

His thoughts freeze in place, hearing the words in his head echo and repeat just that part, almost like it’s overjoyed that it could finally string those words together into that three word sentence that’s rocking his world somehow.

Couriway loves Feinberg.

It’s a fact, and it’s a true one that’s somehow only now clobbered Couriway in his thick skull and makes him drop his bags and claw at his face, trying not to groan or make any noise as he tries to gather all of his thoughts and get it the fuck together before actually facing the man that he’s just admitted that he’s fallen in love with.

Just thinking something like that makes his stomach fill with butterflies but also makes him want to throw up entirely from how overwhelming it is that he’s here– like he’s right here and so close to him and– ohmygod Couriway get it together–

He knocks.

It's quiet, and he tries to gets himself to knock again before he wusses out. Silence had answered his first knock, and he nearly turns around and abandons this entire thing before mentally slapping himself and turning around to knock again, but before his knuckles can touch the door, it pulls open.

The first thing that catches his eyes are the familiar fluffy caramel ears that pop out of the crack before tired, weary brown eyes connect with his. They stare at each other for what feels like eternity before Couri snaps out of it and opens his mouth to say something, but the door suddenly slams shut in his face and he flinches backwards at the force of it.

Ouch?

His phone buzzes with multiple quick message notifications before he can knock again or call out to Fein from the other side of the door, hastily dropping everything to check it.

Couri lets out a sigh of relief when Fein opens his door again, walking forth when Fein scoots to the side and lets him in. He makes a detour towards the small kitchen to drop off his bags, and he hears Fein shuffling along behind him, silent before speaking up with a weak voice.

"Y'know that this was possibly the worst time ever for you to show up here– you do know that I'm sick, right?" Fein squints at him, readjusting her grip on the blanket around her shoulders (cute. It looks really soft. She looks really soft.) as she comes closer to the grocery bags, attempting to peer at the contents before Couri waves meow away, earning a frown from the taller man as he retreats towards his plush covered bed (maybe Couri did make the right decision for his extremely late Christmas gift..).

"Well, that's why I'm here, actually." He carefully rummages around in the cabinets searching for a pot, a small smile appearing on his face when they're all colored pink. Even while Fein doesn't cook, whatever meow has would obviously be pink, because of course it would be. "I'm very aware of the fact that you're sick– and, well, a bit of company and care never hurt, right?" Couri offers a small smile, and Fein turns away, pulling the blanket up further around him until only her ears poke out, and it does something painful to Couriway's lovesick heart that makes him turn away from the sight.

"You could've just called me," Fein rasps, "you didn't have to drive all the way out here for my miserable ass."

He drops everything to turn around and walk towards the other, finally now able to take in her appearance. Fein doesn't look the best, that's a true statement that can be made, but Couriway doesn’t care. purrs hair is a mess, a cold patch plastered on his head that was beginning to fall off since it probably hadn't been changed in a while, and his eyes have deep eye bags under them, with paws nose red from constantly rubbing at it and looking a bit paler than she usually is. Regardless, it's still Feinberg, just a really sick one. He exhales slowly, trying to breathe through the throbbing ache in his chest as he stares at Fein, only now registering in his head that he's here and with her and there's no screen between them and he could feel and touch and hear everything that he had missed out because of shitty quality on calls.

What a revelation to have.

"I'm out here because I don't want you to feel miserable." He pokes Fein's shoulder, testing the waters, and Fein only sticks her tongue out at Couri rather than hissing, and Couri lets himself relax.

"But I'm disgusting." Fein frowns. "I'm sick. I sound like shit and stink of sweat. You'd want to be around this mess? Did you really have to pick today out of all the days to come and visit me in person? Worst first impression ever." Paw pulls the blanket over himself, hiding away under the soft fabric, the tips of her ears poking out.

"Hey, I think I have to take the crown for the worst first impression ever." He points out as he sits down beside Fein on the bed, tugging a bit on the blanket and seeing the way his ears twitch and turn towards Couri, and from that sight he has to force himself to ignore the way it sends an arrow straight into his heart. Lord he has it bad. "Did you forget that I literally hit you with my bike the first time we ever met? Absolute miracle that you didn't block me when I messaged you after that!" Couri cheers internally when Fein reveals himself again, huffing quietly in amusement at his words.

"That was pretty embarrassing. Glad it happened though," Fein giggles softly at the memory, and Couri feels himself melt at the sight. "I stink though, don't sit so close," she snaps her teeth at Couri more so playfully rather than threateningly, but Couri gets up anyway, missing the frown that exists on Fein's face for about a second before it gets wiped away.

"I don't smell anything. I don't think you stink at all." He murmurs in an attempt of reassurance, and Fein scoffs something about having a weaker nose that ends up with her dodging something being thrown at him by Couri before it settles into the peaceful silence that they've grown used to on calls over the past few months.

"Would you clean me if I didn't have the energy to do so myself?" Comes out of the blue while Couri is boiling some water on the stove, and without even thinking twice he replies with "Of course." with so much sincerity as if that statement could even be a question to him that it has both of them looking at each other with shock. Fein's voice had been soft, his throat seems to be in a rough shape from the way he croaks out words, so she stays at a low volume, but there's something there in those words– they're heavy with feelings, the words filled with something that Couri can't decipher at the moment but he can sense it– how Fein had been truly asking and not joking about the question. He means his own reply too. He's willing to do anything for Fein, a task like that wouldn't be much of a burden to bear– it wasn’t ever one in the first place, if Fein needed him, then he'd be there for her.

"That's a bit intimate." Fein coughs out after the drawn out silence, looking away, and Couri swears there had been a light flush covering his face but that might've been from the warm light of the kitchen or the flush of her sickness, but it's hard to deny the flush that colors his own face at the words as he absentmindedly mumbles agreements under his breath, trying not to freak out about how he had just so casually agreed to something like that without any thought at all. It's not a lie– he would do that if Fein let him do such a thing, but that's so intimate that it feels like It would change the dynamic of their friendship into something more and it's not like Couri doesn't want that– he wants it more than anything rather, and if he keeps continuing down this thought he's going to start thinking about the possibilities like kissing– HE NEEDS TO FOCUS ON THE SOUP HE WANTS TO MAKE FOR FEIN HE REALLY SHOULD FOCUS ON THAT INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE IN HIS MIND RIGHT NOW!!!

He's pretty sure he's never made soup before, but there's a first time for everything, right? (He really hopes that he doesn't burnt down the kitchen in his attempt.)

While he's reading off of a recipe, Fein moves around behind him, getting up and moving towards the bathroom but not before poking at a bag Couri had discarded to the side, getting waved away before he could get a glimpse past all the colorful paper inside. She sticks her tongue out at Couri and he childishly does the same in return, not missing the playful smirk on Fein's face as he leaves towards the bathroom to presumably shower.

When he gets to prepping the carrots, he finds that there's not really a peeler anywhere, so he spends more than just a couple minutes scrubbing the skin off of the carrots with steel wool that seems to have been sitting there without much usage for long. He thinks about the shapes that he always found his carrots in whenever he ate them; would Fein like his in small silly shapes too?

He attempts some semblance of a cat head, staring at it for no longer than two seconds before popping the disfigured craft into his mouth and discarding it, doing more simple flower shapes instead before sliding them into the softly boiling pot. Stirring slowly, he finds himself at the end of the recipe instructions, keeping a careful eye on the soup as he washed his hands and whatever he had used, finally stepping back and looking around himself.

Would it be too disrespectful to look around? He's curious about the place, but he doesn't know if he should be peeking around when she isn't in the room. There probably wouldn't be anything all that notable, but he wants to know more about the place he sees all the time on his screen, so after making sure that the soup wouldn't suddenly combust, he starts to look around (he doesn't snoop around, he swears he's just looking!).

He doesn't move anything, he just walks around, looking at things on the wall and whatever was in the open staying away from Fein's roommates side but looking over now and then, and it's hard to not look at the wall of photos plastered on the wall of people that Couri either recognizes or has never seen before in his life, and it really makes him think about how small the world was for him to only be a couple people away from meeting Fein in a way earlier time in his life. He knows that Poundy knows Dylan, one of Reign's partners, and it would mean that Dylan knows Fein too, meaning he had only been just two people away from knowing the man who very quickly became his infatuation for several long months, a brightness in the ever growing darkness of college and the future.

Fein doesn't appear in many photos– she's only in a small handful, and they're different from the other ones strung up all over the wall.

Lots are blurry, clear enough to capture at least a few faces, but every photo seems to have been captured while the person holding the camera had been in motion. They're fast paced, snippets of a group of friends and strangers mixed together at countless parties, memories that would've disappeared too fast to properly memorialize if it hadn't been quickly snapped in a manner that made it difficult to understand, but he's sure that the people who knew of the photos had fond memories of them. The few that meow does appear in, there's no blurry faces or shaky camera– like the photographer was in no rush to capture the moment, and Fein smiles for each picture– sharp canines on display and rosey pink in the face, either posed with others or alone– he makes a pained noise and clutches his chest when he sees a sleeping photo of hers, body curled up and clutching her tail like a stuffed animal as he's entirely unaware of his roommate posed and snapping a photo of purr while she was passed out cold on a couch that doesn't seem to exist in this dorm.

Fein seems to be a natural muse for all art forms. For a very split second, he thinks about his empty canvas back at his own dorm, abandoned because of a strong bout of art block he just couldn't get through, then he shakes that thought away because no, meow wouldn't be that interested in his art anyway– not when it's so ass at the moment. He thinks about that vinyl he had so impulsively made after sleepless nights of drafting melodies and lyrics by himself, and he can't deny the fact that Fein had been his muse while he had been making every single part of those songs, consciously writing about her and imagining her in his head with every word he had sang and note that floated into the air from his own hands. He thinks about it, and he doesn’t hate it at all. Things made from his own hands could always have improvement– nothing is perfect, perfection is not something that can be obtained, and he won't say that the vinyl made from his budding love is something that is perfect, but it's close to it. No one is perfect, but in Couriway’s eyes, Feinberg is the closest to it that anyone will ever get.

The vinyl is something that he's proud of as much as he's somewhat ashamed by it, but it's not something that he can be fully ashamed of because he's not ashamed of his feelings for Fein– not at all. If they were reciprocated, then he would make sure that the entire universe knew that he loved Fein more than anything in existence and make sure that purr knew it too. He loves Feinberg so much that he feels sick from it, and maybe that's not too healthy, but technically, he is lovesick, so that's the probable explanation on why his thoughts are like this. He really does need to get a grip on himself though, slap some sense into himself and get out of this lovesick reality and get more grounded because this couldn't end well if he kept–

His phone jumps with pings from notifications, his head snapping over towards it before he darts over to it, reading the dm's from Fein with a slightly raised brow before answering.

Fein is on his period and needs pads.

Okay. He can do this, no need to make a big deal of things.

He already asked for preferences, and if he would need anything else while Couri was out, and now he has his mental checklist he has to remember and when he steps through the door, he immediately turns right back around to take the soup off the heat before stirring it around to make sure it wasn't burnt before mentally scolding himself for almost ruining the nice soup he was making for Fein in the first place.

The elevator down feels slower than usual now that he actually needs something, and he really doesn't want to make Fein wait in the bathroom for so long– the ride down has him pacing around in the confined space before the doors slide open and he darts past a pair of students who had been waiting, shouting an apology for bumping into one of them before tripping down the stairs– eating absolute shit when he stepped on air instead of actual solid ground from his rushing, his wings attempting to spring out to counter balance and failing due to the fact that they were blocked by his hoodie after exploding from his shirt. His face meets the ground, and he lays there, the pain of just slamming into the ground making everything ring. White spots crowd his vision, body curling up as he clutches his head, feeling it burn with agony, blinking hard enough that there's flashes in his vision, fireworks bursting behind his closed eyelids. He groans, cursing at the feeling of blood dripping down the bow of his lips, wiping it away with the back of his hand and keeping it there to block the flow for a bit as he laid there, squinting at the overhead light on the stairs. Eventually, the pain calms down to a dull throb, and he's able to stand upright on both of his feet again. He continues down the rest of the stairs (a bit slower than before, but still with urgency in his step) and through the lobby doors, fumbling for his car keys as the winter air bites at his skin. Snow and slush crunch underfoot as he runs through the parking lot to his car, climbing in and turning on the engine, leaning back in the drivers seat for a moment to catch his breath, feeling the way his throat burns from the cold air around him.

He tastes blood when he wets his lips, confused for a second before remembering that oh yeah, he ate shit and now he's bleeding from his nose. He cleans up in the mirror, shoving a tissue up there to soak the blood before he pulls out, heading towards the closest CVS that he's unfortunately extremely familiar with, having to go and pick-up far too many different things from there over the years.

The doors hiss open, the cold air following him inside before they close behind him and the warmth of the store soaks in his bones as he heads towards the toiletries aisle, ignoring the weird look he gets from the cashire who probably didn't get paid enough to be working at this place so late. He checks his phone again to make sure he gets the right type before walking towards the counter, his steps slowing when he looks over and sees the snacks on the shelf, stopping in front of the shelves of candy, staring at them and thinking of Fein's insatiable sweet tooth. He almost goes to send a text with a photo to ask, but he's pretty sure that Fein would just tell him to just get what he needed and go back, so Couri turns and heads towards the checkout counter.

–But not before grabbing some skittles and a box of cheezits to bring back with him because he still wants make this a one trip thing if Fein wanted them– he'd go back again if needed! But he also just doesn't wanna leave Fein alone for longer than he already has, so he's getting these just in case she wants them. If paw doesn't, then well, that's fine too.

He takes the elevator up rather than trying the stairs again, and as much as he likes to run every day, he's not going to willingly put himself through the miserable experience that was climbing several flighs of stairs. Thankfully, the dorm door is still the slightest bit open when he gets on the floor, so he doesn't have to worry about the awkwardness of Fein having to open the door again for him, especially in that state. He jogs over and pulls it shut behind him before he pulled off his puffy jacket and draped it back over a chair, taking the box of pads out and heading towards the bathroom with a faint glow and shadow coming from under it.

"Hey," he calls out, gently knocking on the door with the knuckle of his pointer finger. "I got the pads. You doing okay?"

There's shifting audible, but nothing is said, and worry floods him before his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Couri backs away when the door moves open, a hand appearing in the gap and pulling the box in before it clicks shut again. He stares at the shut door for a bit before going to place the soup back on the heat, stirring it a bit to keep his thoughts from spiraling– to keep himself busy on something at least so he isn’t sat there with nothing but his own mind.

He comes to the conclusion that he doesn't want to leave.

If Fein wanted him to, then he would, but he really doesn't wanna, and it sounds really selfish, but–

The sound of the bathroom door opening halts all his thoughts, making him look up towards the noise. Fein stands in the doorway, somehow looking smaller even though she's got plenty of height over Couri, so distance shouldn't ever matter. He stares for a moment before going to say something, but Fein finally looks up then beats him to it, bolting over and fussing over him, leaving Couri confused as he stands there.

"What the fuck happened??" Fein gets closer, her hands tilting Couri's head up and he feels his face heat up at the touch, the feeling of purrs hands on his face holding him, a warm palm– no, this feeling against his cheek is too soft– too squishy?? to be a normal human palm– Couri's eyes dart down after he leans a bit away to get a glimpse at–

Paws.

Or more specifically, paw pads.

If he wasn't clear enough, Feinberg has fucking paws.

They're bright pink– pink and cute and so god damn soft. His mind seems to be short circuiting at the realization that wow, Feinberg truly was just one big kitty. He doesn't know what he was expecting, since she already had the ears and tail– the feeling of soft warm paws wasn't what he was expecting when–

Wait.

This is the first time there's been any physical skin to skin contact between them.

And it's Feinberg holding his cheek so carefully while staring at him with… a really concerned expression.

Oh, right. There's blood on his face from his nose.

"Uh, I tripped on the stairs and fell– it's– uhm, it's nothing really, I just wasn't looking where I was going and.. yea." He's pretty sure his stuttering goes unheard, lots of worry painting Fein's features as he wets a paper towel and cleans any dry blood on Couri's face. She's so gentle that it makes him a bit crazy, this comforting hold on his face that makes him turn a light pink that he's sure is extremely noticeable, but Fein doesn't seem to see it, too focused on cleaning his face. It's awkward when it's over, Fein stepping back and whispering an apology as meow throws away the paper. His wet curls stick to his forehead, towel draped around purrs neck to catch the droplets of water that dripped from the ends of her hair, and Couri sees him flinch when a drop misses the towel and lands on his shirt, soaking a dark colored dot into the fabric.

It's painfully awkward. The air holds some odd form of tension, and it's something that's never existed between them before, so neither of them know how to navigate it. The fact that Fein is trans doesn't stir anything in his mind, it just becomes another fact that blends into what makes up the man of his dreams– the person who makes his heart ache with how much love and care he holds for purr alone. He knows that this wasn’t how Fein wanted to tell him, but it was basically forced out of him because of an unfortunate timing, so he waits for Fein to say what he needs to say, because he doesn't want to take this moment away from her.

The sound of fabric against fabric catches his attention, turning just the slightest bit to feel his heart shatter in his chest when he sees Fein wrapped in his blankets, ears poking out yet hiding from the world still, and he frowns heavily at the sight, putting the soup on low heat and slowly approaching the bed.

"Can I sit here?" His question gets a low rumble in reply, the movement of a tail lashing under the blanket and pinned ears pairing with the noise, but the growl of "Do what you want." is what he gets in response, so he sits where the blanket doesn't touch on the bed. It sinks under his weight still, and the rumbling coming from her fades with the silence that ticks by between them.

Eventually, he breaks the silence that's a heavy blanket over them, unable to bear just sitting there and doing nothing when Fein's comfort always comes from the sound of anyone being there for him when purr needs it most. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" He's cautious– he doesn't want to act like he's walking on egg shells around meow, but he's so tense that he has to remind himself to breathe, there's no use in being so strung up from such simple things. They can talk, they've had no problem communicating before, so this shouldn't be an issue either.

"What is there to talk about? You already know everything." Fein snaps, but her voice breaks at the end of it, a note of despair tainting the words.

"I didn't want you to know like this– I was gonna tell you one day, but for you to know because of this? I hate it. I'm miserable– it's gross and embarrassing. You had to go and do that for me and– ugh. I'm sorry– I just didn't want you to see me like this.." She starts getting choked up at the end, a rasp following her inhale and exhale, a sound that signifies the start of a sob and the beginning of tears. Couri sees the way he trembles slightly, movement visible under the sheets as meow goes to hug himself.

"I think falling flat on my face running down the stairs was the most embarrassing part of that." He huffs, reaching out the slightest bit and running his touch against the blankets in thought. "Why would I ever be embarrassed about buying pads? It doesn't matter what people think about me, people should be minding their own business if they do care. Besides, I want to take care of you while I'm here, you shouldn't be alone without anyone on new years eve of all times. I want to spend my new years here with you because you're my best friend, and I wouldn't have it any other way." He stands up and pulls off his hoodie and shirt while he talks, freeing his wings and scattering his feathers everywhere. His wings stretch out, feeling the way his joints complain about being forced into a tightly folded up position for so long, making him have to muffle groan before shaking the feeling away. If Fein had to share his deepest secret with Couri tonight, then he would do the same in return.

"I have something to show you now, so can you look at me? Please?" Maybe he sounds too desperate, his plea hoarse at the end, voice cracking, but Fein reveals pawself after a few seconds of heavy yet shaky breathing like he was trying to compose herself, pulling the blanket down and exposing himself again. Her red rimmed eyes break away from Couri's face after a few seconds of eye contact before he does a double take and really takes in the sight that was Couri baring his entire soul to Fein, the most fragile parts of him on full show, spread out to their max wingspan for her to be able to see it all without hiding anything. "I don't want you to see this as me trying to one-up you or take away attention from the fact that this was you being forced to come out when you didn't want to tell me just yet, but I just do want you to know that we're in the same boat, and I don't want you to worry."

He feels vulnerable– exposed as those eyes he's spent hours lost in roam over his body, burning into his bare flesh and bone as the silence stretches out between them. He feels the way his skin drags over his ribs as his lungs expand and shrink with every breath taken under those tired eyes that are the windows to the fragile soul that he wants to explore more of– become one with. He wants to intertwine his soul with hers and be bound at their most vulnerable states, together at a state beyond what most could see.

Wow, he is really weird.

"Are those real?" Fein blurts out after what feels like hours of silence, and Couri blinks at purr with confusion and a bit of mirth in his eyes.

"What are you asking that about?" His wings close down around him as he sits down, the ends of his feathers brushing against the tips of Fein's fingers when he settles down next to the other.

"Your face obviously," Fein snarks, rolling paws eyes as Couri huffs softly in amusement, smiling warmly. "But I mean your wings, yea– your scars and tattoos are also pretty cool, not to discredit the people who did them.." She murmurs, looking away but turning back to stare at his wings again, flickering over to his chest for a split second before a dark flush covers her face and he returns to looking at Couri's wings (Couriway won't lie about the flush that also appears on his face when meow looks at his chest– this truly is a bit more intimate than he was expecting, but he is shirtless in Fein's bed, so he doesn't know what he was thinking). Purr is seemingly unable to comprehend the existence of his wings even as they brush against the tips of her claws?

Momentarily, he gets distracted by the sight of the tips of Fein's claws sinking in and out of the blanket under her paw pads (paw pads– Fein has paws– isn't that the cutest thing ever?? he still can't believe it even though he's seen and felt them..), watching purrs fingers curl and sink the nails in before retracting and laying flat against the blankets again.

He pulls his attention away from purrs hands and refocuses on the moment here with her, iridescent blue eyes trailing over the feathers on his face and his wings, curiosity and hesitation brimming in them, waiting for Couri's words.

"I mean," he stretches them out again, slowly spreading them open, looking at where Fein was looking and seeing the way his feathers shift and brush against each other. "If they weren't real then I wouldn't be able to control them like this, would I?" He extends them towards Fein's hands on the blankets, brushing against them and letting them lay over her fingers, seeing the way his eyes widen at the feeling, looking down at Couri's golden feathers.

"Can I touch?" She whispers, the tip of his claws brushing against the vane of his feathers, and he nods, a shiver running down his back when fingers hesitantly push further into the downy fluff inside his wings. "You're so soft.." Fein's touch is careful and light, almost like he was afraid of hurting Couri, and he feels meow take a flight feather between her fingers and separate it from the bunch, interested in the massive feather.

"I could say the same about you," Couri murmurs, closing his other wing but leaving the one that Fein was investigating open for her to keep feeling. He brushes a finger against the curly fur of her tail, watching it lash and jump away from him at the sudden touch but return to the same exact position after. He chirps softly from the careful touches, earning a trill in reply from Fein along with an odd noise that sounds like a chirp from a bird getting strangled, barely surpressing a startled laugh from how fucked up the noise sounds. Fein doesn't pull too hard on his feathers or move them that much at all, but a large flight feather falls out regardless, startling a noise of surprise mixed with concern as she looks at Couri with the most terrified expression he's ever seen on the other man.

"Is that– did I hurt you??" His ears pin flat against his fluffy hair, golden feathers laying at the palm of her paw and looking horrified at the size of it, pushing it back towards Couri and looking on the brink of tears.

"No– no!! It's completely normal for feathers to fall out, usually it takes more effort to get them to come out but this one seemed all ready to leave, so it's okay!! It was going to fall out regardless." Couri soothes her the best he can, showing her the rest of the fallen feathers strewn about the place from when he had first taken his shirt off. "See? There are plenty of fallen feathers around, another one doesn't hurt. It'll come back soon, it's okay." He takes the flight feather as he speaks, brushing the vanes out, flattening them before reaching up and tucking it behind Fein's ear, watching purrs face flush before he reaches up and touches where Couri had left the feather, taking it out of his curls and putting it on the nightstand nearby.

Reaching for his discarded shirt, he pulls it back over his head. He keeps his wings free, closed against his back but out for anyone to see because he feels safe here with Fein around, knowing that nothing bad would really ever happen to him as long as he's around the other. "Do you feel better?" Fein blinks drowsily at Couri's question, pulling the blanket closer around herself after a moment, visabily shaking with chills. A soft curse escapes him as he reaches to feel Fein's temperature, the back of his palm meeting a far too hot forehead. He pushes Fein down in her bed, tucking paw up before going to the fridge for a cooling patch for purrs head.

Slowly, he sticks it to Fein's head, careful to not let it wrinkle and stick to her hair. Fein stares blankly at him when he leans over her, sticking out his tongue at the cold feeling that comes from the patch as Couri applies it. He reaches and carefully takes her glasses off, Fein squinting at him before relaxing instead of straining paws vision.

"I know the fever probably killed your appetite, but can you stomach some soup?" She stares at Couri for a moment before pushing himself up, blanket still tucked high around meows shoulders.

"I wanna… taste. Feed me?" Even while looking a mess, Fein is still terribly cute– at least to Couri. Her voice comes out stuffy from his congested nose, something that seems to be irritating purr with very second that passes, ears laid flat on his head and twitching occasionally with every short inhale and exhale. For some reason he can’t fathom, he reaches up and pats her gently, earning a raspy purr that gets cut off with coughs and gags, Fein hacking his lungs up into his elbow and pushing Couri arms distance away. He steps away to scoop some soup into bowls and gets struck with a realization as the ladle holding a scoop of soup hovers over the rim of the porcelain bowls. The bowls have lil cat paws on them with heart shaped paw pads, and it's another one of the cutest things he's noticed that relates to Fein in some manner.

He's really obsessed with this guy, huh.

Fein's coughing fit seems to have calmed down while Couri was away, now just sitting slumped over as he waits for Couri to come back, sitting up a bit straighter when the avian sits down in front of him, blowing gently to cool down the bowl of soup in his hands.

"Sorry, I can usually feed myself but this shit is fucking me uP– ow." Her face twists into a wince from the voice crack, rubbing his throat with his knuckles as he breathes for a moment, hearing the air leaving him form a rasp as it drags against the back of his throat.

"I don't mind, it's okay." He smiles warmly– it feels a bit awkward still, he wants to get closer than where he's sat on the chair across from her bed, but invading Fein's bed feels like he's impeding too much on what invisible boundaries do exist between them. "I know you don't really like to eat veggies, so it's just a basic chicken soup with some carrots– I know you like crunching on them but these are boiled and squishy. You're fine with that, right?" He blows at a spoonful between words before bringing it up to Fein's mouth, earning a soft hum of acknowledgement before her tense frame from his shivers melts away because of the warmth in the soup and meow reaches for the bowl pawself and takes it from Couri.

Her nose twitches as steam fogs his glasses, pulling back a bit before leaning forward and taking the spoonful into purrs mouth, humming at the taste. "This is so good... I didn't know you could cook." She murmurs, taking small spoonfuls at the end of her sentences. It makes Couri smile softly, seeing that his efforts hadn't gone to waste after all.

"I just followed a recipe I found online– glad the reviews didn't lie to me," He reaches takes the bowl from Fein when he assumes she's done, jolting backwards when a sharp hiss comes from the other man, the noise sounding downright painful on Fein's already quite sore throat, the further strain on her vocal cords sending purr into another coughing fit filled with the rasp and scratch of built-up mucus stuck and causing problems. "Sorry– just– instincts.." Fein lets out a long raspy sigh, "I didn't mean to do that, 'm a bit protective over my food. Here, I finished it, you can take it." He offers it up to Couri, the tips of their fingers touching as Couri's fingers wrap around the sides to take it and put it away. A soft blush coats his face from the small brush of skin on skin, turning towards the kitchen to put the bowl into the sink to wash later before returning to Fein's side, sitting on the chair that had his jacket slung over the back of it.

"There's still plenty leftover if you want more." Paw slow blinks at Couri's words, tucking the head of an extremely flat Minecraft panda plush under her chin and pulling his legs up towards his stomach while turning on her side to face Couri, half the blanket kicked off and revealing her tail that slowly wags against the blanket– not fast enough to make thumping noises– but frequent enough for Couri to be aware of it.

There's another slow blink at him, and Couri would say that it's almost a deliberate action from the way Fein stares directly into his eyes as her eyes close and open again. What was that thing about cats and their mannerisms again? Didn't slow blinks mean something positive?

"Are you staying the night?" Fein yawns with the question, pulling Couri out of his thoughts. Couri's eyes momentarily catches on the way her sharp canines glint in the low light of the room before looking away and fully registering the weight of the question that Fein had just asked.

He blinks at Fein, opening and closing his mouth for a second as he's trying to find his words, stumbling over his sentences and stringing all his words together as they leave his mouth. "Uh– if that's– if that's fine with you! I wanna at least stay till midnight to go into the new year together with you. I don't wanna sleep in Reign's bed or something when I get too tired since he does still live here, I can just go back to my dorm or something when the hype is all over." He glances over towards the door as he talks. Thinking about this night being over makes him disgustingly somber. Is that the right word for the heavy feeling that weighs down his heart? He doesn't wanna leave at all. He wants to stay here for longer, and maybe forever if he could. Maybe he should think about it more before he says that he could see himself living here in this dorm with Fein rather than living in his own solo dorm. Not many people would want to give up the luxury that he has when it came to dorms, many would kill to be able to live alone without any roommates at all, and Couri had just gotten lucky with his arrangement, but he finds that he's very much willing to give it all up just to have the ability to be around Fein for as long as he wanted without having to think about visiting hours and whatever limits people had so that they weren't just living entirely in someone elses room.

"No!–" Fein coughs harshly after leaping upright in his bed and reaching for Couri, sitting up in his bed and inhaling slowly before coughs force their way out again anyway, composing himself and letting words fall from her mouth, a bit of panic leaking into his sentences. "I'd want you to stay for the night actually if you really wanna do that– sorry if I don't make any sense right now I just don't really.. want you to leave. I feel better when you're around for some reason and I don't wanna have to say goodbye to you tonight– I'm sorry I can't find the right words to say but stay with me? Please?" The words come at Couri like a flood, washing over him in wave after wave as he struggles to process everything, heart thumping in his chest and feeling like it was going to explode out through his ribs.

Fein wants him to stay. Fein wants Couri around as much as Couri wants to be around her. Fein doesn't want him to leave either. Fein wants Couri here and with purr through the night till the next year. It wasn’t like he wanted to leave either but he was already planning out how the night would end in his head, the backup plan about what to do while he was leaving was already forming as they were talking, and now it's all fully been thrown out the window because he can stay.

The relief he feels is immeasurable.

"Of course I'd wanna stay with you, but well– er, where do I sleep?" There's enough room in Fein's bed if they cuddle– no, wait– well… cuddling would be nice if Fein didn't mind.. but he'd sleep on the ground if Fein didn't want to share the bed, he doesn’t mind all that much.

"With me?" Couri can't stop the way his eyes widen and the surprised expression that appears on his face when he looks at Fein, almost gawking at forwardness of the suggestion, attempting to stutter out a comprehensible response before Fein also gets hit with the realization of what he was suggesting, turning and muffling her words into the palm of purrs paw with a light flush on meows face. "Oh, that did not come out right–" He flusters, burying her face in the panda plush in paws arms, ears pinning back into the now dry and soft looking curls that Couri really wants to run his fingers through, though he's pretty sure Fein wouldn't appreciate sharp claws poking all his scalp. She looks up at Couri from under his eyelashes, face colored lightly pink as Couri finds himself laughing from how surreal this all was, and he hears Fein chuffing and chuckling a bit along with him.

He coughs, attempting to quell the bubbles of affection that threaten to burst from his chest. "That's pretty forward," he purses his lips, turning away because even thinking about something like that brings a strong heat to his face. "At least take me out for dinner first." Couri almost whispers, possibly quiet enough for only himself to hear because he feels too shy to somehow speak that possibility into existence. He knows that with Fein's eating habits, dinner with purr wouldn't be the most extravagant thing, but it's not the food that matters– it would be the experience that has Couri forming butterflies in his stomach and his heart thumping in his chest. It wouldn't be a lot, he knows this, but just being with Fein and enjoying things with her like it as routine (the thought of a domestic morning or even an entire life with Fein is the thing that has Couri's thoughts in a whirlwind, driving him absolutely mad) sounds like a dream come true.

Fein hears him anyway, paw humming quietly, "Maybe after the snow defrosts.." a dopey smile spreading on his face before meow shakes it away, clearing his throat. "But I meant like, here, as in like– well– with like– oh my god, I can't fucking speak." Fein growls in frustration, dragging a hand over his face. "You know what I mean." She sighs softly with a meaningful smile sent in Couri's direction, making his cheeks heat up because yeah, he does know what Fein means.

He's sleeping in Feinberg's bed for however long he's going to stay over in her dorm.

Wow, he never thought that something like this would ever happen. Maybe he really is dreaming.

Suddenly, he's too aware of how his outdoor clothes carry a strong scent that makes him nauseous and makes his skin crawl, the feeling of his pants chafting against his legs is driving him a bit mad. "Do you have any spare clothes I can change into? I didn't expect to uh, stay the night.. actually, what am I thinking? I can just go to my dorm– it's not far, kinda.. it's across the campus so it might actually take me a little while." Couri slowly gets up as he talks, realizing how absolutely ludicrous his ask must be since when was asking for another persons clothes to wear a normal thing to do?

Well, at least he's pretty sure it isn't normal.

She frowns at him, and the single note of "cute.." sings in his head before he aggressively shakes it away. "You'll get cold though. What if you also get sick? If I don't infect you, then you'll get sick from the cold like I did, and there's no way I can take care of you when I'm like this too." Only now does it click in his head that Fein is pouting at him and it looks ridiculously cute, especially because of the cold patch on paw’s forehead creasing with her eyebrows furrowing.

"I have my jacket, I'll be okay." He reaches over and pulls his jacket off the chair, showing it to him to make a point. Even with his reassurance, Fein still doesn't seem quite convinced, eyes narrowed with a huff of displeasure, curled up and hiding behind her tail. With all of this, it's almost like…

Oh.

Fein doesn't want him to leave, even if it's only for a short while.

That, or he just wants to see Couri in her own clothes, which is insane to even be thinking as a possibility. He shakes his head and drops his jacket again, feeling Fein look at him expectantly, ears flicking atop his head. "Actually, I don't trust you to be alone while your sick like this. God knows what you're going to do with yourself while I'm gone." The words slither out from underneath his tongue, and Fein perks up at them– or, well, her ears visually go absolutely skywards and Couri feels an arrow pierce straight through his heart at the sight, fingers twitching with the urge to reach up and clutch his heart with how much it aches.

Fein clambers out of bed with purrs blanket wrapped tightly around himself, moving fast enough that it looks like he had basically teleported over to her closet, throwing it open, the quick wags of his tail visible from under the blanket as she rummaged through his clothes. Paw looks triumphant when he pulls out something from the depths of her closet, showing it off to be a pink Minecraft graphic t-shirt with a llama spitting at a Steve attempting to run away from it, the bright bolded capitalized warning of "CAUTION! I'M NOT AFRAID TO ATTACK BACK!" sitting a couple inches from the collar.

"I got this from a while ago if it works." She turns around while smoothing out the wrinkles creasing the fabric, and Couri's eyes can't seem to stick to one spot on Fein as each of her ears flicking individually catches his attention, along with purrs twitching tail under the blanket pulling his gaze away. "It might be a bit oversized, but that's not the worst thing right?" Fein offers a sheepish smile, and Couri inhales sharply but in the softest way he could manage. The amount of affection he feels for the other man might be reaching dangerous levels at this rate. Before Fein hands it over, he seems to remember something at the halfway point, pulling it back and stumbling over strewn-about shoes and socks towards the kitchen, aggressively rummaging through her drawers like she was on a mission before retrieving a pair of scissors and cutting some considerably large holes into the back of the shirt and then handing it over.

There's an unmistakable expression of surprise plastered on Couri's face from the whirlwind of movements and the shirt being reoffered to him, blinking at the other man. He licks his teeth before he speaks.

"I have never seen this type of Minecraft merch before, don't they only have photos on the shirt rather than words?" He accepts the shirt without any form of hesitation because all in all, it is actually quite an amusing shirt, especially when associated with someone like Fein. He glances at the holes in the back, confused before remembering about the additional appendages attached to his back, softly going "oh," at the realization. Fein had rushed to cut holes into an old shirt of his so that Couri would be comfortable in them without forcing his wings to be folded up and crushed against his back. He only narrowly catches the pair of plaid pj pants that Fein seems to have way too many different colors of thrown in his direction, the corner of his mouth twitching upward at the fact that the colors of the shirt and pants went quite well together.

"They don't usually include words but my friend Rads custom made it for me as a gift, honestly pretty sad that I outgrew it, was a pretty rad shirt." Couri pauses for a second before he groans at the very obvious pun in the sentence, spotting Fein's far too proud smile shining right at him, shoving the other man away with guffaws of laughter spilling out from the both of them, unable to keep a straight face, grinning hard enough that his cheeks hurt. "That got you good didn't it?" Fein smirks, entirely full of himself, and Couri attempts to wipe the smile off his face (he fails) as he moves towards the bathroom.

"I feel like you've overused that joke a lot so I should hate it, but I'll give you credit where it's due: it took me a moment to realize you had made that pun and it was pretty funny." A small crooked smile is still gracing his face as Fein's sharp, clipped amused giggles suddenly flood all of his senses, and it feels like he's being serenaded by the sound or something– he slams the bathroom door shut to block out the noise and maybe he had slammed it a bit too hard because the giggles cut off as the walls shake slightly from the force of how hard he had pulled the door closed.

He slides down with his back against the door, feeling his hot cheeks against the palm of his hands, feeling his chest burn with some form of mortification mixed with adoration. Christ, he's really about to be wearing Fein's clothes– even if they've probably been untouched for years and probably doesn't even count as Fein's anymore, but still!!!

Huffing, he strips and pulls on the sweats, carefully tying the drawstring into a tight bow before pulling the shirt over his head, his wings slipping through the cuts on the back of the shirt and settling against his back without any problems. He tears his eyes away from his reflection in the mirror, only catching half of it before his face burns bright scarlet at what he sees, rushing out of the bathroom and away from any mirrors in his proximity. He smothers the image being constructed from the blurry parts that his brain clings onto as he moves towards where Fein was laid with his back against her headboard on the bed. Fein perks up when purr sees Couri, sitting a bit straighter and tracking Couri's movements as he reaches for the gift bag that had been sitting untouched and unexplained for a good couple hours now.

"So, remember Christmas?" Fein chuffs at his question, eyebrow raised but silently watching as Couri reaches in and pulls out the long overdue gift that– well, technically Couri had already given Fein something for Christmas, but the gift had been from Feather's, not Couriway.

"It would be weird if I didn't remember it," Fein hums, "I went outside and touched some grass for once– snow more so, and I got extremely sick, so.." Couri winces at the mention of the cause of sickness, and Fein catches it, tacking on "but it was a good day, so I don't regret it at all." at the end to soothe Couri’s lightly bristled feathers. That day was a fond memory for both of them, especially for Couri because actually seeing Fein and watching her have fun in the snow was the greatest gift he could've gotten on that day.

"Okay– well, even though it's been almost a week, I decided to get something for you on the way here– it was a spur of the moment decision, but I hope that you'll like it.." Build a Bear offered quite the overwhelming amount of options to pick from, and he really couldn't decide between a Minecraft cat or an axolotl, but he's pretty sure he spotted a cat plush on purrs bed during one of their calls, so he settled on a default pink axolotl, pulling it out from under all of the blue and pink tissue paper he had shoved into the bag– maybe he had shoved too much in there since pulling the plush out had caused quite a bit to spill out and flutter onto the floor.

Fein blinks at what Couri holds in his hands, eyes unreadable as she stares at the item just an arms reach away, a wing on Couri's face twitching when he hears paws breath hitch as a claw brushes against the fabric of a frill.

The next noise startles him because it's a low, low constant vibration that bursts out from nowhere and breaks the silence between them, and the sound comes from Fein, a soothing noise that reaches Couri's ears over the sound of his own heartbeat hammering in his chest when the plush gets taken from his hands. Fein holds the axolotl close to himself, staring at it for a second before rubbing his cheek against it, and it takes another second for it to click in his head that Fein is purring.

He doesn't know why it's such a revelation for him to be realizing this because Fein is a cat, of course she would be able to express his feelings through purring.

"I fucking love it, thank you." Fein speaks while purring, and it sounds quite silly, but Couri feels his heart reach near dangerous levels of exploding from how much adoration and affection that he feels– he feels quite dizzy, actually. Fein scoots over on his bed as Couri gestures vaguely at the spot next to purr, axolotl plush clutched tightly in his arms as the avian slides under the blankets, finding the chill that had been haunting his bones gone immediately under the double layers of sheets and with the heat that emanates from Fein beside him.

"I'm glad you like it," He smiles, rolling his eyes when he remembers the line he had encountered during his quick shopping trip. "I was stuck there for so long because apparently there are five million shitty boyfriends who missed out on getting a good gift on Christmas and are now for some reason trying to fix it with the same kind of teddy bear holding a heart– it's fucking crazy, I've never seen so many fake smiles and I saw myself in the mirror when I worked in customer service– and don't even get me started on the traffic!" Fein seems to be properly amused by Couri's rambling, still purring softly, gently squeezing the plush in her hands– no, that's not squeezing wait a second–

Kneading. That's kneading. Feinberg is kneading the plush that Couriway gave her and purring and at what seems to be peak comfort from the way her pupils are swallowing her irises when he looks at Couri. Feinberg is making biscuits as he stares at Couri, kneading away instinctively as he listens thoughtfully to his words and it's so fucking cute that it has him frozen in the middle of his rant, brain overloaded by the mere sight.

Holy fuck. He feels like he's gonna pass out.

"Sounds like you had a rough day coming out here to take care of me," Fein blinks at him, pausing for a second and looking around before meows eyes land on something, Couri following the direction of her eyes and spotting the pink and cyan switch sitting on it's charging holder not too far away. "Wanna watch me play Super Mario Galaxy 2? I got it recently but haven't had time to play it, I wanna see what they changed by putting it on the switch." Fein seems immediately embarrassed after he suggests the idea, keeping her eyes adverted. Couri leaps onto the opportunity to watch him play, accustomed to their nights spent in vc with Fein playing something with him watching.

"I'd watch YouTube shorts with you if you asked, I'm down." He purrs at the grin on Couri's face that makes his cheeks hurt, his wing curling around Fein from behind after paw retrieves the switch, quickly booting it up and taking out the controllers, pulling the chair closer with his foot and setting the screen on there. Paw pauses for a moment and fumbles for his phone, and Couri flushes when he hears his own voice playing quietly through the speakers of Fein's phone, the wings on his face covering his expression as he tunes it out the best he can, keeping his attention on the screen rather than anything else. He remembers about the snacks he had bought for Fein, reaching over and offering them to her, getting an expression of pleased surprise before he happily accepts them, happily chowing down on the cheezits that were offered, half purrs attention on the game and the other half on eating. He's glad that Fein still has some appetite even while being sick, too aware of how often being sick would mess up your appetite and want to eat anything.

Fein slouches over in the most gamer posture Couri has ever seen in his life when purr is focused on the game, concern twinging his eyebrows and overriding everything else in his mind as he reaches out and places his hand low on Fein's spine, encouraging her to straighten her back, eyes flying wide open when he can feel exactly where the source of his purrs are coming from, and it's a surreal experience feeling the vibrations directly under the tips of his fingers, his eyes catching on Fein's tail flicking around under the blanket over both of their shoulders. He gently drags his filed talons up and down the clothed expanse of Fein's back, hearing the purrs rise in volume as Fein stops for a moment and seems to melt into the feeling, purring and leaning against Couri, cheek brushing against his shoulder, the side of her throat catching there and Couri feels where the rumbles are the strongest, and this is more than nice.

They stay like this for a moment, Fein basically melting into a puddle of purrs in his arms as he runs a hand up and down paws back, wings folding around them and blocking them from the outside world, the faint music from Super Mario Galaxy 2 still playing, but it's comforting background ambience that he barely hears over the force of Fein's purring. Slowly, he brings his other hand up towards Fein's head, reaching behind and scratching gently, making her ear flick and making Fein pull back and shake his head at the sudden feeling, eyebrows lifted when he spots Couri's hand hovering in the air where her head had just been.

"Sorry–" Couri starts, but Fein shakes his head and hisses softly at him, a nonthreatening noise, headbutting his shoulder and resting her head there before returning to the game where Mario has been waiting idle. He lets his hands exist in his lap for five minutes at most before finding it too awkward to leave there, slowly placing an arm around Fein again after a bit, and meow doesn't mind at all, sinking into his hold, purring softly (her purrs had never stopped, they only had decreased in volume after a bit, but now they're back and louder).

They spend a while together like this, Couri watching Fein progress through the levels with occasional commentary and soothing trills whenever she had died on a particularly annoying section, laughing with purr over seamless small silly things, a bubble of mirth always hidden behind every word of his accompanied with a cheek aching smile on his face. They're still pressed shoulder to shoulder, Fein comfortingly leaning his head against Couri's, moreso just laying it on his shoulder, but it's still nice to be so close.

And it's so nice that he almost doesn't want to ruin it by telling Fein the truth.

He doesn't want to leave her in the dark any longer and lead him on without saying what he's been wanting to say for months now, unable to actually get himself to type out the words or get them out from under his tongue where they've been rotting, festering and waiting for the day that he could spill it all out. Couriway is Feather's and Feinberg deserves to know that the idol he worships and adores is a nobody that also loves him back.

He takes a deep breath in, mentally bracing himself.

“I have.. something to tell you.” The words finally leave his mouth after a bit of struggle, still jumbled up and the stutters with every word and the pause in the middle is embarrassing, but Fein doesn’t care, sitting up a bit from where she was leaning against his shoulder, going back to the homescreen on his switch and pausing the music flowing from his phone to give Couri his full attention, paw’s head tilted a bit at him as if saying “go on?”, and it’s so cute and so fucking precious, Couri’s heart aches with how much love he has for this man.

He stares into the soft eyes with two sentences on his tongue that are fighting to force their way out, his stomach churning at what he’s about to say.

He needs to tell her.

He needs Fein to know.

He can’t go into the next year without Fein knowing, he can’t keep it in any longer.

He inhales softly before spitting it all in one sentence.

“IthinkIloveFeather’salsoyou’remyfavoriteperson–” He stops himself nearly immediately after he starts and now just wants to hide his face in mortification when he realizes exactly how jumbled the sentence is and how it’s just not what he wanted to say at all– he didn't– what the fuck? How did he manage to mess up a sentence that badly?! The entire thing was wrong! Nothing he wanted to say was actually said and especially that first part– is it narcissistic to say that?? It wasn't a lie that Fein is his favorite person but that wasn't what he wanted to tell her– he needs to clear it up before this perfect moment between them goes away forever–

But he finds that he can’t exactly get himself to say anything to clear up his spitball of a sentence when Fein starts laughing after letting the words process, soft barely there wheezes and giggles that have Couri absolutely enchanted, all his words stuck in his throat as he just sits there and lets it wash over him. Fein’s mic was a finicky thing, so it often would peak if his voice went a bit too high or if meow was just a bit too loud, cutting out then back in with clipped laughs, so often he would miss out on hearing the wheezes and pitched giggles that have Fein doubled over and wiping tears from his eyes, and he’s fine with the sight, but hearing it in all its glory was something like a dream come true (and with how many dreams he’s been having with Fein in them lately, this probably was one of his vivid dreams becoming reality).

“We can–” he chuckles a bit, wiping tears from her eyes, voice a bit hoarse from coughing and laughing so hard. “We can share Feather’s.” She grins, “I’m glad you also love him as much as I do.” Fein leans against him again, a soft rumbling purr accompanying her words, and Couri melts a bit, mumbling a soft “yeah,” in response, unable to muster up anything else when his mind just hyper focuses on the small vibrations coming from the man beside him.

“And you’re my favorite person too, just so you know. I’m not saying it just to say it and return the gesture, I mean it fully.” Fein seems abashed but meaningful when he says it, purring it out with flushed cheeks. Couri leans in and hugs her tight, startling the other man before purr melts into it and hugs him close in return. This wasn't what he meant to do, but it'll work for now– there will be a better opportunity to tell him his feelings another time. Fein pulls away to slide the controllers back onto his switch and turn it off, leaving it on the chair as they both go to lay down, discarding their glasses to the night stand beside them. Fein turns the music back on, and he finds that he doesn't quite mind hearing his own voice in his ears anymore.

He's ended up as the big spoon somehow, not that he's really complaining. It's nice like this, Fein a solid and real and tangible presence in his arms– he pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming (he's not, he feels it sharp and painful like he feels the warmth and comfort of Fein's rumbling low in her chest and high in meows throat)– and when purr moves closer, he holds paw just a bit tighter in response. He feels her claws hook into his shirt and pull out, the tips of them occasionally grazing his skin, small pin-prinks of pain that keep him alert and aware of the being practically laying on top of him. He curls up a bit, wings cocooning them and keeping the warmth in, and he feels each and every single one of Fein's exhales against his throat, and the slight brush of his lips against his collarbones, the puffs and rasps of hot air fanning over his skin, precipitation building up with each and every single breath of air Fein takes in sync with Couri's lungs expanding and shrinking with the air that he takes in through his nose, a deep breath that is partially obscured by Fein's curls brushing against his cheek– curls that he wants to bury his face in and sink into, an action that is withheld by the thin string of self-control that he still has.

She smells nice.

It makes sense that his hair smells nice since purrs hair had been wet not too long ago and it's still a bit damp even now, but paw smells distinctly sweet– almost sickeningly sweet if he inhales too hard, and the undercurrent of vanilla is almost overpowered by the hint of banana too– what an odd soap flavoring– no– what? Not flavoring– what an odd aroma for shampoo, but it smells nice, so he sees why Fein would have it. Fein purrs quietly against him, surging upwards a bit and rubbing against his chin, an action that makes him realize that he had unconsciously been squeezing Fein and basically snuggling him while he was stuck in his head. Their legs are properly tangled under the sheets, chest to chest with Fein's hands slowly kneading away, the sound of her purring surrounding them in a comfortable bubble.

"And it's you, it's only ever been you."

"And would you want it too? Even when you've seen be beyond this facade?"

"Hopeless, I'm hopeless to do anything when you're around."

"I'm glad I have this with you, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

Lips brush against his jawline, his heart thudding in his ears, drowning out the lyrics he had written with his own two hands as the feeling moves towards his throat again, and they stop there, an exhale of anticipation leaving him before he's caught off guard by his phone screaming out his ringtone in the pockets of the pj pants lended to him by Fein. It startles both of them, his wings exploding and causing feathers to float down around them as Fein carefully extracts himself from where she had been tucked against his chest, murmuring apologies for digging purrs claws into the flesh of Couri's chest when they had been startled out of their cuddling, and Couri purses his lips before deciding to press a kiss against paws temple before getting up and answering the call he was receiving out in the hallway, fumbling for his glasses along the way and squinting from the fluorescent lights above.

He hadn't gotten a good look at the caller ID before–

Oh my fucking God it's Poundy.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He snaps over the sound of a DJ and a crowd pouring from his phone speakers, pinching his nose bridge, and for some reason Poundy opted to fucking facetime him rather than just calling him like a NORMAL person. He doesn't even see Poundy at all on the screen before it flails around for a good minute longer, panning to several faces that he can't even say that he's seen once in passing before an absolutely wasted Poundy appears on his screen, squinting and leaning close enough that Couri could see this fuckers nose hairs. "Dude, back the fuck up this is disturbing."

"Wuh? Duude, where ARE you? This party is hype!! I thought you'd be here moping around about being unable to get your action on– you really need to let go and relax! I see wrinkles forming and I've been counting your white hairs–"

"What?"

"I'm the midnight barber baby! Anyway, you're ouuur.. uh, man what's the word. You're our getaway driver! Cuz' you'd never go anywhere close to alcohol– something about it stinking.. you stink."

"I don't stink." He frowns as Poundy continues on with his rambling.

"Yeayea, whaever. No, but seriously where aree you? No one can find you– it's almost like your hiding! Me and Fulham need a ride home– or mayb just me, I dunno where Fulham went but I'm sure he'sss fine. But where ya at? I wanna go hoooommmee!!" Well, maybe Poundy is more than wasted– he seems properly blackout drunk, stumbling around the party and immediately getting distracted basically every second with equally drunk people clamoring around.

He faintly hears the sound of Super Mario Galaxy 2 music and sound effects playing, his head turning towards the noise before remembering about the absolute nuisance that he was on call with at the moment. "You're gonna have to find someone else to drive you home– where's Parker? Go ask him, I'm busy." Couri scoffs, switching the call off of speaker and lowering his volume, lifting it up to his ear but keeping it a good couple inches away from him in case Poundy suddenly wanted to scream or to throw his phone in the direction of a speaker, protecting his own ears and trying to ensure that he didn't accidentally wake anyone up because of this moron.

"YOU'RE too busy on new years to help a pal out? Wow, I could never believe that! How could you of all people be busy at a time like this???" Poundy gasps sharp enough that his audio somehow peaks, making Couri wince, sighing and dragging a hand over his face.

"I'm not gonna give you an explanation about my life, just go and fucking call someone else– I'm not around or anywhere close to you to go and get you– and I also don't want you puking all over my seats. Goodnight and Happy New Years, Poundy, now goodbye!" He hangs up before the other man could object, thinking for a second before sending a text to anyone he could think of that was awake at this time to go and pick up his friends, adding an additional warning for Oliver who only offers a thumbs up in reply. Letting out a sigh of relief, he goes back in, seeing the way Fein's ears perk up and twist towards the sound of his footsteps before he looks up pawself, welcoming him back into bed and immediately pressing close against him again, putting away the switch and resuming their quiet cuddling and enjoying each others company.

"You don't stink, by the way." Fein murmurs into his collarbone, and he can't help the soft chuff of amusement that escapes him, bouncing Fein a bit on his chest, getting a soft "mrrr" in reply to the sudden jostle.

"Glad to know I'm not stinky." He smiles softly, slowly running his fingers through meows curls, scratching behind his ear and listening to how her purrs grow in volume from the action, melting against Couri. She's so soft it's incredible, he can't imagine what he would look like when purr wakes up in the morning– hm, well he doesn't need to imagine when he's probably going to wake up in the same bed as him when the sun is up. Fein's tail has been wagging under the blanket with the scratches, the end of it brushing under Couri's shirt and tickling against his back, curling around it towards his stomach to somehow bring them even closer.

"Hey, Happy New Year. I noticed it hit midnight on my switch when I was putting it to sleep. I'm glad I spent the eve with you, even if it wasn't anything too notable." Fein's voice rumbles with her purrs, words vibrating against his chest as he speaks.

"I'm really glad I decided to come down and actually see you, I wouldn't trade this for the world. Happy New Year, Fein." There's a silent "I love you," tacked onto the end of the sentence that he can't seem to get out, and maybe Fein still hears it even though it was left unsaid– she doesn't say anything, but purr nestles closer, and Couri wraps his wings tighter around meow. He thinks about spending all his nights and mornings like this, holding someone he loves close and waking up to them in his arms. This is already better than he could've ever dreamed, and rising in the morning with Fein being there with him, enjoying breakfast then lunch then dinner and just spending the day together too. Maybe while he's around he could get Fein to eat more healthy along with just eating more overall– he knows how often breakfast was skipped due to the other man always waking up during midday and treating it as lunch rather than a filling meal for the morning– too lazy to get up and always going back to sleep without even thinking about getting up.

When was Reign going to move out again?

"Mmm?" Fein hums and raises her head a bit, looking up at Couri. Had he been talking out loud? "He's moving out at the start of February, why?"

"Just wondering." He murmurs, absentmindedly tracing shapes into her back. "You have any future roommates in mind?"

"You." The certainty in her tone catches him off guard, and he feels like he's somehow managed to trick himself into thinking that there had been more to what was said, but the manner that paw had said it felt so sincere that it can't possibly not mean something. "But that– you have your own dorm, right?" Fein backpedals, stuttering momentarily over her words. "Must be nice to live without a roommate." He rolls over onto his back, looking up to the side at Couri through meows eyelashes, and Couri hums in response.

"It's lonely sometimes, having company around all the time seems nice." He plays with a strand of Fein's hair as he talks, twirling the curl around a finger before letting it go.

"Maybe." Fein adds half-heartedly, nestling closer against Couri before relaxing. "I'm tired. Let's sleep." Purr mumbles, the tips of his ears brushing against his cheek as she curls up on Couri's chest.

"Sure," Couri pulls the blanket higher up around them both, getting all comfy and warm. "It's long past my bedtime now anyway, goodnight." Reaching down, he grabs the axolotl plush and places it between him and Fein and presses a kiss against Fein's hair, a purr rising up from meow as he melts against him, murmuring something incomprehensible in reply to Couri before her purrs taper off as she drifts off in his arms. He lets his eyes slip close too, drifting off with Fein.

This was the best start to the year he could've ever asked for.

He dreams of chapped lips against his and fluffy hair brushing against his cheek, him on his tip toes to reach Fein's lips to give him a peck, a breakfast with her drowsily stabbing food and putting it into his mouth, stealing a kiss from Couri before they head to class, and walking back to the dorm with their hands intertwined.

He dreams about nothing more but Fein, Fein, and Fein.

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