Demon Summoning for Idiots [BNHA x female reader]

Aizawa (Epilogue/Smut)

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY

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It turns out he can sleep just fine on your bed, because he can still turn into a cat.

It feels weird now that you know your roommate is not a small furry creature, and is in fact a large, humanoid male. You don't know how you should treat it. You offer the cat a toothbrush.

It looks at you, and apparently it can still heave a gigantic sigh even in cat form.

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The demon spends all of his time as a cat, either because he's trying to save energy or because every soft, large surface is much softer and much larger in cat form.

He still lets you pet him, so you don't care. Well, you do initially think a lot about the fact that you're technically petting a grown man, but the cat blinks at you with its big cat eyes and curls into a ball and suddenly you don't even care if his true form is a multi-headed herald of the apocalypse, as long as it stays in this form while you're petting it.

"What's your name?" you ask one evening, after dinner. The cat looks at you, and then back down to its plate of food (that it's somehow managing to eat without the use of opposable thumbs).

"Mow," it says, completely uninterested, and you suppose that whole thing about demons guarding their names is true after all. Besides, it seems perfectly fine being addressed as "hey" and "cat" and "please just ten more minutes of petting", so you're not bothered.

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A week passes, then two, and he's still lounging around as a cat. He hasn't turned into a human since that very first time, and you start to wonder if it's because he doesn't want to expend energy, or that he doesn't want to collect energy from you.

"Do you need anymore, uh, life force?" you say. It looks at you and does that funny little cat shrug, and goes back to watching the TV.

"I'm here if you need it," you say, but it just yawns and curls up beside you, and you wonder if the cat isn't actually it's true form after all.

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Now that you're fully aware of exactly how human it actually is, you install a cat entrance, which is to say you grab a hacksaw and carve a square-ish chunk out of your front door. It watches you the whole time, looking exceedingly judgemental.

"I wouldn't have to do this if you'd use your human hands to turn a doorknob," you say, but it just fits itself neatly through the hole and wanders out into the street.

It takes to going on long walks while you're at work, and after you get over the initial worry that comes with letting a demon take casual strolls around your neighborhood, you realize that everything is fine. No mysterious murders, no sudden arson cases, no strange symbols drawn in blood on the walls. You can safely (and miserably) work the long hours of crunch that your office requires.

"Are you crazy?" says your colleague, when you mention it, a good three weeks after the cat's made a habit of going out on its own. "Do you know how many pets get injured by passing vehicles?"

You dump literally everything you were carrying onto your desk and sprint back to your apartment.

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It's past midnight, which means the trains aren't running, which means you're running instead. The entire way. A good twenty minutes, which is far more than your lazy ass can handle. You're leaning against a wall and trying not to go into cardiac arrest when you see a small dark shape walk leisurely past you and down the dimly-lit street.