ooou I love ur art style sm, can u make more of kaiser and hugo?? Mwah
I have a bunch of Hugos because he's my fave but Kaiser is a no go sorry, his hair is so annoying to me. The bottom ones are from some OC x Canon art I made. I'm glad you enjoy my mid art anon.
NOTE: need me a catboy in my life tf. I also love just inputting shidou in the brothers business, like he has no need to be in this but I want him to be. Thanks for all the love on that first part 😛
That one night shifted something in Rin’s stubborn, hyper-fixated brain. Once he realized your bed was wayy softer than his, and that your presence effectively silenced the lingering ghosts of Blue Lock, the floodgates opened.
Rin became clingy. Almost unbearably so.
The quiet, aloof hybrid who used to glare at you from the safety of his corner was gone. Now, the moment you stepped through the front door after work, he was already standing there, towering over you with his arms crossed and his long tail whipping a frantic, impatient rhythm against your shins.
He completely refused to eat alone anymore; if you didn't sit down at the table with your own plate, he would simply sit at the kitchen table and stare at his bowl with a petulant scowl until you joined him (what a brat).
But the real trouble started with the scent of your office.
Several of your coworkers regularly brought their hybrids to work, mostly tiny, docile breeds with gentle temperaments who spent their days napping under desks and collecting treats from the staff.
Because you loved hybrids, you often gave into the temptation of giving them a quick scratch behind the ears before heading home.
To Rin, your return from the office became a whole ordeal. The second you walked in, his dark teal ears would perk up, and he would practically press his entire face into your neck, sniffing aggressively. The foreign scent of other, weaker hybrids drove his territorial predator instincts up a wall. He would hiss, a low, vibrating sound of pure disgust, and immediately drag his body against your clothes from behind, desperate to mask the offending odors with his own scent.
You briefly, fleetingly considered bringing him to the office with you just to appease his separation anxiety. That thought was instantly destroyed when you walked into the living room later that afternoon and witnessed him completely shred his sixth soccer ball, ripping the leather to absolute confetti with his bare claws just because he was bored.
Yeah... better not, you thought, sweating slightly. Your boss would never forgive you if Rin decided the industrial office printer was his next target.
His newfound possessiveness naturally spilled over into the nighttime. The guest room you had so carefully decorated was completely abandoned; Rin had officially colonized your bedroom. He didn't even wait for you to fall asleep anymore. The moment you climbed into bed, he would silently pad in, claim the exact center of the mattress, and burrow himself into the pillows.
He moved around so much trying to get comfortable that you eventually had to buy three more heavy, plush blankets just so you wouldn't get left freezing in the middle of the night.
And because he was a feline hybrid, the inevitable had finally happened: your pristine, crisp white comforter was now permanently covered in a tragic, undeniable layer of dark teal hair.
You sighed, rolling a lint roller across the neat sheets, and picking a stray teal strand off your pajama sleeve as Rin shifted beside you, his tail lazily draping over your ankle.
He was a possessive, shedding, soccer-ball-murdering menace, but as he let out a soft, contented huff in his sleep, you couldn't bring yourself to mind at all.
—
After weeks of watching him master the layout of your backyard, you finally decided he was ready for the ultimate milestone: a real walk to the neighborhood park.
Getting him out the door, however, was a massive ordeal. Before you even unlocked the front entrance, you sat Rin down in the foyer and made sure to talk some sense into him. You gripped your care guide like a gavel, looking him dead in the eye.
"Listen to me, Rin. We are going to a public space. If you start acting up, barking, or lunging at anyone, the snacks are gone for a week. And you will have to deal with the silicone muzzle again. Understand?"
Rin clicked his tongue, crossing his arms and averting his eyes with a moody huff. But he nodded.
You were so excited that you practically bounced on your heels as you pulled out your secret weapon: a heavy-duty leather leash that perfectly matched the custom acrylic keychain dangling from your house keys—the one engraved with both your names and a little heart.
Rin stared at the matching set, his dark teal ears flattening in sheer disbelief. He muttered something under his breath about it being incredibly tacky and "lukewarm," but he didn't pull away when you clipped it to his collar. What a party pooper.
He tried his best to maintain his stoic, unbothered persona, promising he’d behave himself, but he couldn't control his anatomy. His tail was whipping back and forth so hard it was practically thumping against the wall, a dead giveaway that he was secretly excited.
The walk itself went beautifully. Rin was the absolute epitome of a well-behaved companion. He walked beside you down the sidewalk with perfect posture, ignoring the passing cars and keeping his eyes glued to the path ahead.
When you finally reached the grassy field of the park, you let him drop his brand-new soccer ball—the seventh one now—to do whatever it is he does with a soccer ball.
The true test came when a pair of happy, overly enthusiastic canine hybrids ran over, one with yellow hair and the other blue, yapping excitedly and trying to play with his ball.
For a split second, you panicked, gripping the handle of the leash tightly. Rin’s ears pinned flat, and a dark, dangerous shadow crossed his eyes. But he took a deep, deliberate breath, and stepped in front of the ball to block them, and merely let out a sharp, warning hiss. He held back from absolutely tearing them apart, showing a level of restraint that made you beam with pride.
You even traded contact info with the owner of the two canines incase Rin wanted others to play with. You even managed to sneak in a pat on their heads. What a lovely pair those two make, they must be best friends. You thought wistfully watching Bachira, and Isagi pester Rin.
He was so incredibly good that on the way back, you decided he deserved a massive reward. You stopped by a high-end traditional restaurant and ordered a special, premium takeout container of Ochazuke, savory green tea poured over delicate dashi, rice, and seared salmon.
The moment you both got back home, you unclipped his leash, and Rin practically flew to the kitchen. He happily devoured the warm meal, his tail swaying in pure bliss as he tasted the rich broth. A sight you rarely get to see.
The heavy warmth of the food, combined with the sensory overload of his first big outing, caught up to him instantly. Minutes after finishing dinner, Rin dragged his feet over to the living room couch where you had just sat down. Without hesitation, he climbed up, turned around, and completely collapsed sideways, letting his heavy head drop right into your lap.
He was out cold within seconds, his dark teal ears twitching as he drifted into a deep sleep.
Smile melting, you slowly, carefully reached your hand out. You gently pressed your fingers into his soft hair, petting him as he let out a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated right against your thighs.
—
Now, Rin was basically domesticated—or, at least, as domesticated as a prideful, apex predator hybrid would ever allow himself to be. He finally let you do normal hybrid pet things, like dressing him up in the expensive designer loungewear you bought him. It was honestly offensive how good he looked in everything.
You doted on him relentlessly, entirely ignoring his constant, dramatic grumbling and complaints. You know he secretly likes it.
It was an ordinary, lazy Sunday afternoon. Rin was melting into your lap, his heavy head resting comfortably on your thighs while you lazily shook a fluffy dangling teaser toy above his face. His dark teal ears twitched, tracking the feathers. Occasionally, he would huff, swatting at it with a single finger and muttering, “Put it closer to my face, idiot.”
The peaceful silence was broken when your phone suddenly began to blare from across the room.
With a soft sigh, you set the toy aside and started to rise. Rin let out a displeased, guttural whine, begrudgingly shifting his weight so you could stand, his tail thumping against the couch cushions in protest.
You picked up the device to see Shidou’s name flashing on the screen. Shidou was a fellow hybrid owner and your chaotic childhood friend, currently living abroad for work. You swiped answer, and the speaker immediately exploded with his loud, unfiltered voice.
"Yo! What's up, slacker?!" Shidou cackled by way of greeting.
You chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Hey, Shidou. I'm good. How's Madrid treating you?"
"Amazing! The energy here is insane!" Shidou rambled, before pausing. "Oh, by the way, I finally did it. I adopted my own hybrid. Absolute genius, this guy."
"Oh, really? I actually heard about that a while ago," you replied, smiling. "Congratulations. What kind did you get? I actually just adopted one recently, too."
Shidou hummed over the line. "Mine’s one of those predator breed type. What about yours? What’s the paperwork say?"
You racked your brain, recalling the complex classifications listed on Rin's official adoption documents from the Second Chance Foundation.
"Uh, let's see... his file classified him as an ultra-rare, high-risk feline predator variant. Specifically an Arctic-boreal pantherine hybrid, don’t ask me what that is, I don’t even know. But they’re extremely territorial and their aggression is off the charts.”
There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the line. Then, Shidou burst into a loud, hysterical fit of laughter that nearly blew your eardrums out.
"No way! You've gotta be kidding me!" Shidou wheezed, slamming his hand against a table on his end. "Holy shit! Mine’s from the exact same litter!"
Your breath hitched. "What?"
"Yeah! The shelter told me his backstory when I cleared the background checks," Shidou yelled cheerfully. "I adopted a hybrid named Sae! Sae Itoshi!"
The name hit you like a wave. Your mind instantly flashed back to that first day in the isolation corridor of the sanctuary—the tired staff attendant flipping through a clipboard, explaining Rin’s history.
'He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae... Sae was adopted by that foreign football player last month... when Sae left, Rin's abandonment issues got worse...'
"Sae..." you whispered.
Shidou’s loud voice broke through your stunned train of thought. "Hey, you still there? Listen, this is perfect! I'm actually flying back to Japan later this year. We’re totally meeting up. A family reunion type of shit, you know? The brothers gotta see each other!"
Before you could even process the absolute chaos of a reunion between Rin and the brother who inadvertently broke him, a crashing sound echoed from Shidou's side of the phone.
"HEY! Drop that! Drop it right now, bad Sae!" Shidou suddenly screamed away from the receiver. He huffed back into the phone, "Gotta go, babe! Sae’s tryna rip my uniforms. See ya!"
Then the line went dead.
You stood frozen in the kitchen, staring blankly at your phone screen, trying to comprehend the cosmic coincidence of it all. But you weren't allowed to ponder it for long.
A heavy, warm weight suddenly crashed into your back. Rin had crept up behind. Annoyed by your long absence, he pressed his chest firmly against your back, draping his broad shoulders over yours. His tufted ears brushed against your cheek, and his long tail wrapped tightly around your waist, forcefully dragging you backwards toward the couch.
"You're ignoring me for a stupid phone call," Rin muttered into your neck, his voice a deep, possessive growl as he squeezed you tighter. "Drop the phone. Put the toy back in my face."
You melted against his warmth, hiding your growing panic behind a soft smile. You would have to deal with the reality of Sae and Shidou later. For now, you had a very grumpy, very clingy hybrid to appease.
NOTE: I was planning on a short one but this actually became a bit of a monster. I just think hybrids are so cutesy. Also this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so I’m glad I can finally post it 😭 lmk if theirs an interest in more parts (or more characters…)
The "Second Chance Foundation" was a high-end, end-of-life care organization for rescued hybrids, creatures who had been chewed up and spat out by the darkest corners of the world.
Being well-off meant you had the resources to provide a luxurious, peaceful retirement for a hybrid in need. You had come today simply hoping to give comfort to a soul that needed it, and becuase living by yourself has started to get a bit lonely.
Most rooms held elderly canine hybrids snoozing in the sun, or gentle feline hybrids who offered soft, melancholic blinks as you passed.
Then, you reached the isolation corridor at the very end.
The plaque on the heavy, reinforced door read Stall 10: RIN.
Unlike the cozy, nested spaces of the other residents, the scene behind the reinforced glass of Stall 10 was a disaster zone. The Plush blankets, the kind meant to soothe aching joints, had been shredded into useless, fluffy confetti. The heavy wooden enrichment blocks were splintered, clawed to absolute ruin.
In the furthest, darkest corner of the room sat the culprit.
He was a rare breed of hybrid, feline, sleek, and dangerously large. His midnight-teal hair fell over sharp, hooded eyes that gleamed, he was clearly defensive. Two dark, tufted ears were pinned flat against his head. A long, ringed tail lashed rhythmically against the floor, a ticking time bomb of agitation.
But the most striking, heartbreaking detail was his face. Or what was on it.
A heavy, leather-and-wire muzzle was strapped securely over his jaw, forcing his mouth shut.
"Ah, you're looking at Rin," a soft voice spoke up. You turned to see a tired-looking staff attendant carrying a clipboard, a sympathetic look on their face.
"What happened in there?" you asked quietly, gesturing to the ruined bedding.
The attendant sighed, flipping through some kind of files.
"He’s a very rare, incredibly volatile predator species. We rescued him from an underground fighting ring called 'Blue Lock.' It was a brutal place, hybrids were forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. Rin was one of their top performers. He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae."
You blinked, surprised. "Sae? The one who was adopted by Shido— I mean football player last month?"
"The very same," the attendant nodded. "But while Sae adapted quickly and learned to manipulate—er, navigate —human society to get what he wanted, Rin hasn’t been showing the same aptitude. He went the opposite direction. He’s completely closed himself off. We’re thinking it was the fighting rink, and when Sae left, Rin's issues turned into pure aggression. He destroys every comfort we give him, and he refuses to eat unless left entirely alone."
You looked back through the glass. Rin hadn't broken eye contact with you. He looked miserable, furious, and terribly lonely, trapped behind a barrier and a muzzle.
"Can I go inside?" you asked, turning back to the attendant. "Just to sit with him for a moment?"
The attendant’s eyes widened, and they immediately shook their head, stepping between you and the door.
"Absolutely not. I'm sorry, but we have to decline that request. Usually, we encourage adopters to interact directly with the hybrids, but Rin is a special exception. He’s muzzled for a reason. He’s incredibly dangerous, and the moment that door opens, he will lung to kill. I'm afraid he's just... unadoptable."
Through the glass, as if he knew exactly what the human was saying about him, Rin bared his teeth behind the wire mesh of his muzzle, letting out a low, vibrating growl that shook the windowpane.
—
Despite the attendant’s grim warning, you couldn’t get Rin out of your head. For the next three days, you returned to the Second Chance Foundation at the exact same hour. The staff still wouldn’t let you inside his stall, but you simply brought a comfortable cushion, sat right on the linoleum floor outside Stall 10, and worked on your tablet or read a book, keeping him quiet company.
At first, Rin ignored you, keeping his back turned and his tufted ears pinned flat. By the second day, he was watching you from his corner. By the third day, the low, hostile growls had subsided into a tense, wary silence. He was still a tense coiled spring, but he was no longer treating you like an immediate threat.
On the fourth morning, you arrived to find the isolation corridor thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The staff attendant who had first spoken to you was standing outside Rin's door, looking pale and holding a specialized sedative pole.
"What's going on?" you asked, a sudden knot forming in your stomach.
The attendant looked at you, a mixture of guilt and exhaustion in their eyes. "I'm sorry Miss. It's Rin's monthly evaluation. Under sanctuary guidelines, if a high-risk hybrid shows zero signs of rehabilitation or behavioral improvement within their term, and poses a continuous lethal threat to staff... they have to be humanely put down. His time is up today."
Inside the room, Rin seemed to sense the shifting energy. He was on his feet, his long tail lashing violently, his chest heaving behind the leather straps of his muzzle as he stared at the sedation equipment. He looked terrified, masked by a desperate, feral rage. He knew what was coming.
"No you can’t," you said firmly, stepping between the attendant and the door. "He isn't unadoptable. He just needs a reason to stop being like this. Let me take him."
"We can't just—"
"I have the financial resources, I have a secure estate, and I have the time," you interrupted, your voice leaving no room for argument. "If he stays here, he dies. If he comes with me, he has a chance. Give me the paperwork."
The attendant hesitated, looking from your determined expression to the, hybrid pacing behind the glass. With a heavy sigh, they lowered the sedative pole. "You'll have to sign a full liability waiver. If he hurts you, the foundation is not responsible."
"Bring it.”
The legal process was a blur of warnings and frantic signing. The staff reluctantly processed the adoption papers, treating the transaction more like anything but a standard pet adoption.
"Listen to me carefully," the attendant said, handing you the keys to a heavy-duty transport crate after you signed the final page. "Because of his history in Blue Lock, sudden changes will trigger his fight-or-flight reflex. You must move him into his new environment slowly. Keep him in a secure, isolated room of your house first. Do not try to take the muzzle off until he willingly lets you approach, or he will take your hand off. Let him realize he's safe on his own terms."
A few minutes later, three heavily armored handlers managed to guide a sedated, but still weakly snapping Rin into the secure transport vehicle. As the doors locked, you looked through the small grated window of the crate. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, glaring up at you with a heartbreaking look. He thought he was being taken to another fighting ring, or worse, his execution.
You took a deep breath, putting the car in drive. "Hang in there, Rin," you whispered to the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you home.”
—
The drive home was quiet, save for the low, drug-induced rumbles echoing from the transport crate in the back. Once home, it took the handlers nearly an hour of meticulous coordination to transfer Rin into his new room. You’d chosen a spacious, sunlit guest room on the ground floor, entirely retrofitted for his arrival.
Every piece of furniture was heavy and rounded, devoid of sharp edges or glass. The closet was fully stocked with soft, oversized loungewear, and the walls were decorated in calming, neutral tones. But most importantly, before the handlers left, you had insisted on one modification. You couldn't legally remove his restraint yet, but you absolutely refused to let him wear that barbaric, rusty wire contraption from the sanctuary.
A few hours later, the heavy silence of the room broke.
Rin stirred, his long, ringed tail twitching before his eyes snapped open. The sedative had finally worn off. Instantly, he scrambled backward into the corner of the room, his back hitting the wall as his ears pinned flat against his midnight-teal hair. His chest heaved as he took in his surroundings, the carpets, the space, and the lack of iron bars.
Then, his claws flew to his face.
His fingers brushed against lightweight, breathable silicone and padded leather. It was a different muzzle, one that didn't pinch his skin, giving him just enough room to breathe comfortably, though his jaw was still securely bound.
Hearing his frantic movements, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rin instantly went rigid. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Hey," you said softly, staying right by the doorway. In your hands, you were clumsily clutching a thick binder—the Advanced Apex Hybrid Care Guide—and you were flipping through the pages so rapidly that a few loose sheets almost fluttered to the floor.
You looked down at the book, squinting, then looked up at him, attempting to follow the "Hostile Introduction" protocol. You lowered your shoulders, averted your eyes slightly to appear non-threatening, and took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Okay, let's see..." you mumbled to yourself, clearing your throat. You looked back at Rin. "Um. How does the new muzzle feel? Is it okay?"
Rin didn't move an inch, his gaze locked on you like a hawk tracking prey.
You offered a small, melancholic smile, gesturing faintly to his face. "I really wished I could have just taken it off completely. I asked them, but... the foundation rules are strict, and they wouldn't let me leave without it. The most they'd let me do was buy a more comfortable one from their medical store. I hope it's at least better than the last one."
Silence. Rin didn't reply, his jaw locked tight beneath the silicone strap, his tail continuing its angry, rhythmic slap against the floor.
Accepting that this would be a slow process, you didn't push any further.
You brought a soft cushion over to the furthest corner of the room, well out of his striking range, and sat down. You spent the entire afternoon right there. You read through the guidebook, occasionally trying to interact with him by rolling a soft enrichment ball across the carpet or speaking in a calm, ambient monologue about your day, but Rin remained a frozen statue, tracking your every breath.
When evening fell, you left the room briefly and returned with a heavy ceramic plate. The sanctuary had given you his specific dietary requirements, premium raw carnivore cuts that cost a small fortune, completely different from the cheap, generic mush he'd been fed at the fighting rink.
You set the plate down halfway between you and his corner, sliding it forward before backing away to your spot by the door.
Rin looked at the food, his nostrils flaring as the rich, scent hit him. His stomach gave an audible, betraying growl. Yet, he didn't budge. He glared at you, refusing to lower his guard or show vulnerability by eating in front of a human.
Seeing his hesitation, you flipped through the care guide once more, your eyes scanning the text. 'Rule 4: Do not hover during feeding. Fear-aggressive hybrids view observation as a threat of theft.'
"Right, got it," you murmured. You closed the binder and gripped the doorknob, giving Rin a warm, encouraging look. "I'm going to leave you alone to eat. Eat up and get strong again, okay? Once you're comfortable, we can finally go outside. I have a big backyard, and there's a really quiet park down the road we can visit."
With that, you stepped out and softly clicked the door shut behind you.
Left in total isolation, Rin waited for three full minutes, listening closely to ensure your footsteps had faded down the hall. Only then did he creep forward, his movements silent. He approached the plate cautiously, sniffing it before taking a tentative bite.
It was, without a doubt, the best thing he had ever tasted. The meat was fresh, tender, satisfying a deep, primal hunger he hadn't realized he had. He devoured the meal in a matter of minutes, licking the thing entirely clean.
Full, warm, and exhausted from the residual sedation, Rin dragged his long heavy limbs over to the massive, King-sized bed in the center of the room. He hesitated, clawing at the thick duvet as if expecting it to trap him, but as he gingerly climbed on top, the sheer, cloud-like softness of the mattress enveloped him.
He curled into a tight ball, his tufted ears finally relaxing just a fraction. As his eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to pull him under, his last lingering thought was of you, your clumsy guidebook, and your soft voice.
What a weird human, Rin thought faintly, burying his muzzle into the plush fabric. Stupidly lukewarm.
—
Weeks bled into a steady, comfortable routine.
Every morning, you would enter his room with the care guide tucked under your arm, more out of habit now than actual necessity, and every morning, Rin would watch you with those sharp, midnight-teal eyes. But the lethal tension in his shoulders was gone. His long, ringed tail no longer lashed against the floor in anger; instead, it twitched with a subtle, curious rhythm.
Slowly but surely, the distance between you shrunk. First it was a few inches, then a few feet, until finally, Rin allowed you to sit on the opposite side of the same rug while he ate. He no longer waited for you to leave the room, though he still kept his ears angled toward you, monitoring your movements as he neatly finished his meal. (Which you found that he liked to stay neat.)
Because of this immense progress, you were able to periodically unbuckle the silicone muzzle throughout the day, giving his jaw a much-needed rest. Without the restraint, he looked just like a normal human, striking looks, with long, eyelashes and a sharp jawline, save for the dark, velvety cat ears poking through his hair and the tail brushing against his ankles.
With his trust growing, you opened the bedroom door for good, happily letting him wander the rest of the house.
Watching Rin explore his new surroundings became your absolute favorite pastime. He was a creature of curiosity.
He would glide through the hallways in complete silence, pausing occasionally to investigate the texture of the heavy velvet curtains or staring intently at the swirling patterns of a marble countertop.
Sometimes, you’d find him perched precariously on the wide back of the living room sofa, his sharp eyes tracking the birds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tufted ears twitching at every distant chirp.
Whenever he caught you watching him, he would immediately stiffen, huffing a quiet, "Lukewarm" under his breath before turning his head away. But he never ran back to his room.
Yet, despite all this incredible progress, a firm, invisible boundary remained.
You had desperately, sadly, wanted to pet him. On multiple occasions, when he was sitting close by or looking particularly relaxed after a meal, you would slowly, predictably raise your hand, keeping it entirely in his line of sight so as not to startle him.
The moment your fingers drifted anywhere near his hair, Rin would freeze. His ears would instantly pin flat against his skull, and his gaze would harden into a glare that practically screamed ‘Don't touch me.’ He wouldn't bite or growl anymore, but the wall he built around himself was loud and clear.
Sighing softly, you would always lower your hand, giving him an understanding smile instead.
He would track your retreating hand, his expression unreadable, before returning to whatever he was doing. He was letting you into his space, letting you feed him, and even letting you see his face uncovered, but his hair was a fortress you hadn't quite conquered just yet.
—
As the weeks drifted into months, the usually empty house began to feel like a home. The heavy silence between you fractured, replaced by small, fragmented conversations. Rin wasn’t much of a talker, usually offering blunt, one-word answers or a dismissive click of his tongue, but he was communicating. And for a hybrid who had completely closed himself off from the world, that was a massive victory.
Being able to leave him home alone was a huge relief, especially since your responsibilities meant you still had to go to the office. To make up for your absence, you made it a point to bring him something new to mess around with almost every single day.
You tried puzzle feeders, expensive chew toys, and laser gadgets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the standard leather football you brought home on a whim. The moment you dropped it on the floor, his tufted ears shot straight up. It turned out to be a double-edged sword; his predatory instincts and athletic talent from Blue Lock meant he destroyed the ball within days, shredding the leather with his claws during intense indoor drills you saw him doing.
You’d already had to replace it twice, but seeing the faint, rare spark of genuine excitement in his eyes made every penny worth it.
Evenings became your shared territory. Rin started joining you in the living room for movies. He still kept his distance, either sitting on the floor right next to your legs or claimining the exact opposite end of the couch, his long tail draped over the cushions.
For most of the films you picked, he was only half-listening. His ears would track the audio lazily, and it was entirely obvious he only stayed because you kept a steady supply of dried meat snacks right next to him.
But everything changed the night you accidentally queued up a thriller. The moment the tense, eerie music swelled and the screen darkened, Rin went completely alert. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened, and he became absolutely engrossed in the plot. That revelation led you to start buying horror mangas and novels, which you’d often find him quietly flipping through in the afternoons, completely absorbed in the macabre stories.
Then came a grueling Tuesday. A massive project at work ran entirely over schedule, forcing you to stay in the office for hours of overtime. By the time you finally unlocked your front door, it was well past midnight. You stepped into the dark foyer, exhausted to your bones, fully expecting Rin to be dead to the world in his own plush bed.
Instead, your heart completely melted.
There, curled up on the hard floor right by the entrance, was Rin. His dark teal ears were twitching slightly in his sleep, and his tail was tucked securely around his legs. He had waited for you. He had stayed right by the door all day, listening for your car, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Not wanting to startle him into a defensive reflex, you kept your distance and gently called out his name. "Rin... Hey, Rin. I'm home. Come on, go to bed, it's freezing here."
He didn't budge, only letting out a soft, groggy huff into his shoulder.
Deciding to give him a moment to wake up on his own, you quietly slipped past him to get ready for bed. You washed your face, changed into your pajamas, and walked back out to the foyer to check on him—but the space by the door was empty. Assuming he had finally taken your advice and retreated to his own room, you smiled softly, headed into your master bedroom, and collapsed onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
An hour later, the door to your bedroom silently creaked open.
Rin stood in the doorway, looking slightly groggy and thoroughly annoyed from being awoken by the cold draft in the hall.
He had grown so used to your presence over the last few weeks that your sudden, extended absence today had left a strange, irritating ache in his chest. He hated it when you came home so late. It made him feel the phantom weight of that old cage.
He padded across the room with quiet steps, stopping right at the edge of your mattress. For a long, quiet minute, he just stood there in the moonlight, staring down at your peaceful, sleeping face.
Finally, with a soft, defeated sigh, he climbed onto the bed. He took up more space than he wanted to, carefully trying to tuck himself into the empty spot right beside you. He pulled the heavy duvet over his shoulders, his dark ears relaxing as the familiar, comforting scent of your laundry detergent and shampoo enveloped him.
Lying there in the dark, Rin looked down at your hand resting open on the pillow. He hesitated for just a second before leaning forward, gently pressing the crown of his head against your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, his soft, midnight-teal hair brushing against your skin as a low, rare purr vibrated in his chest.
It was the exact, affectionate gesture you had been patiently waiting months for.
It was just a terrible, heartbreaking shame that you were such a heavy sleeper.
why won’t his mii get married with you? he has been laying in his bed for hours trying to get the two fictional characters to marrying eachother but stuck at “sweethearts” he’s actually not in the mood playing this, but addicted cause the interactions between the two of you keeps him company when you’re not here.
he tried his best, forcing the two to meet eachother every single second they turned away and hoping that they’d eventually wanna marry eachother so that he can do this. but nope, it took him hours, even days to finally get the chance, and when he did, his face turns into a frown when he failed the minigame to get them to get married. “this game is such a hassle.”
he changed positions, even playing while eating to just get this game done with. so imagine his face when he successfully married you; the greatest sigh of his life. the cutscenes played as he got a small smile at how his mii looks at yours. at this time, you were sleeping beside him so he showed the nintendo screen to you, and you chuckled at how cute it was. “aww that’s so cute.”
“i’m gonna give them a baby.” he looked at you as he said that and you nodded, “that’d be sweet, sei.” he nodded, and so he’s gonna spend atleast another day at this game despite almost deleting it when they didn’t wanna get married to one another. “oh yeah, i’m surprised you kept that game for long.” you pointed out and he shrugged. “it’s a hassle, but it’s a good game. i guess.” he mumbled and you smiled as he laid his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through it.
It had been a particularly long and exhausting day for Su-ho, with extra delivery runs. Even though his eyes were tired and his face showed his lack of relaxation, he always brightened up when he saw you. You never failed to make his day better.
You're in his bedroom, nestled in his bed, and the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you scrolled through some posts. The gentle click of the entrance door broke the silence, and you looked up to see Su-ho enter the house, crossing the threshold to arrive inside his room.
"Uh, hello to you too," you replied with an unimpressed tone when he knelt down on the bed and immediately engulfed you by his warmed, strong arms.
This was a now regular occurrence, so it never surprised you when Su-ho wrapped you up in his toned arms. You didn’t mind—if anything, you loved the feeling. For all his strength, he was also surprisingly soft and squishy.
"Baby, I missed you..." he mumbled, climbing on the bed as he buried his head on your neck, the dark strands of his hair brushing aganist your skin. At this point, he was practically on top of you.
"Ya, you just came back from outside, go wash up!" you chided, smiling. "And you're crushing me. Get off."
Su-ho lets out a chuckle, the sound velvety against his throat—it was almost like listening to the music of crystal crashing waves in the beach as the waters swirled to the shores, pearly white foam frothing the sea in its popping, glinting bubbles, light reflecting off it when it resembles a rainbow. You loved the sound of his voice.
You watched him finally concede when you pushed him, sliding off the bed before heading to the bathroom. He showered and traded his old clothes for fresh ones.
Soon, he's back inside his bedroom. except you were busy doing taking care of your hair in the mirror. You caught his reflection as his arms wrapped around you from behind, his calloused, warm hands rubbing your hips and tummy.
He just couldn't get get his hands off you; Su-ho adored the feeling of your skin beneath the pads of his fingerstips. It was an instinctive, deep-rooting sensation. You gave a small smile—his presence was always comfortingly invasive. Su-ho never knew anything about personal space.
"Su-ho, are you hungry? Did you eat eat?" you asked, finishing the task on applying the hair products before you turned around to face him again.
This time he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your hair. "No, I'm kind of starving though." He pulls back his head so you can view his face as his bottom lip pushes out to a pout, causing you to laugh lightly you speak.
“Ok. Do you wanna order out or do you want me to cook—"
"Hush."
You rolled your eyes. "Okay just say you hate me I guess."
Su-ho sighed and grabs your arms, making him wrap around his wide back. "Let me do this first, please..."
"Fine, idiot, just don't complain about how you would be starving even more later," you say, pretending to be reluctant, though you were enjoying it just as much.
He smiled, kissed your cheek, and pulled you with him as he sat on the bed, settling you onto his lap. Leaning back against him, you looked up to find him watching you with evident adoration.
Su-ho loved you and loved expressing his affection for you.
This is my first post lol so it might not be the best.
