ღHis Kittenღ {Sebastian Michaelis}

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“C’mon, [Name]… How long are you staying this way?”

“Until I erase my embarrassment, darn you.”

“Stop trying to hide from me; I know every one of your hiding spots~”

“Let me sleep for once… Beautiful stalker.”

“You know… I can see your bright, reflecting eyes staring at me.”

“WAH! You saw me all the way from the top of the fridge?!”

“Just give it up, [Name].”

On and on, day by day these conversations between human and black cat took place. It’s been another week that she remained as a cat—all because of the cursed fluster she still felt against him. She knew another transformation had been wasted, a fourth time! It was frustrating to her, this transformation happened against her will; her emotions decided for her, dammit!

Sebastian would seek the feline's attention, but [Name] fled at every moment she crossed paths with him, frightened with terrible shyness. Although she did miss his cooking (and would even hide around the corner of the wall just to smell the food), the jittery girl was too much of a mess to even consider turning back.

But who can blame the poor shape shifter, after the man she apparently had an intimate past with almost kissed her!

‘A special relationship.’ That memory attacked her nonstop; she wanted to find out more. Her cat needs would yearn for his gentle hand but her human conscience tugged her away from him. It was frustrating, even so that she would needlessly scratch and nibble at herself.

The weather had become bipolar recently, too; her short-haired coat wasn’t helping on those cold nights. She’d coil up on the corner of the couch but would immediately jump off, remembering that she didn’t want to leave her fur on it, even though Sebastian clearly assured the okay to sleep there.

In human form, Sebastian would offer to let her sleep on his bed while he takes the couch, but she’d decline and slept on the couch only because the nights were tolerable.

To distract her from all of that, [Name] took advantage of Sebastian’s absence at home to clear one goal: check that red-tabbed file on that case folder.

She searched everywhere for that thing. That was her mission as a cat, being so small in size to sneak on the kitchen table or sniff it out, if the folder were to be hidden between the books on the shelves. Unfortunately, she was so naïve to think he would leave something so important at home…

So she would try sneaking into the folder whenever Sebastian was distracted by a phone call or when he has a sudden errand. But it’s like he knew that was her mission on peeking at it because it was nowhere to be found.

Today, however, the city was welcomed (or rather surprised) by a heap of snow, cluttering the streets. Cars were nowhere to be found, nor did the people dared to drive due to the potential danger of the snow; therefore, Sebastian skipped going to work physically and either video-chatted or talked on the phone with his patients.

[Name] watched him from the shelf she hid under, listening to the questions and suggestions he’d throw out there for his patients. His comments were encouraging, mediating-worthy and rather intriguing that all most of the patients responded with, “You’re right, thank you, Dr. Michaelis,” or “I never thought of that before” or “I feel better now, thank you…”.

After seven long, tiring hours, he finally shut his laptop and removed the Bluetooth from his ear, heaving a heavy sigh as he allowed the couch to absorb his weight.