Dangerous Fellows (Imagines)

eugene :2

You tried to talk to Eugene with your every encounter. Always asked him stupid questions or told him about yourself if you ate together. You never gave up, even though his replies were short and uninterested. He also appeared at your doorstep more often, demanding he'd like to shower, and you were more than pleased to find him there.

Once he came on a Friday evening just before you needed to head to work - so you just grabbed him some clothes and towels and left him a spare key, trusting him to lock the door behind him without taking anything. (He returned the key the next day when you brought him food.) It amazed him how you trusted him with your apartment and belongings - he could've been a thief for all you know - but you found everything on the same place as when you left, nothing missing.

Today, it was Wednesday and you were busy working on an assignment due to Thursday - so you only had a couple hours before it needed to be done. A knock came at the door and before you knew it, a smile plastered itself onto your face as you opened your door for Eugene. Your relationship - if you could dare to say you two had one - improved the last weeks, he wasn't mean and cold to you, only annoyed. At least you thought it was an improvement. He still didn't talk much, but also didn't seem to mind when you talked - so you always talked and tried to carry a conversation with him. He also stopped hiding his tail and ears (which you found immensely cute and had the urge to touch them anytime you saw them but had to try really hard to resist) when he was around you.

You still had some leftovers in the fridge which you planned on giving him (they were as good as fresh when heated up, anyway) so you continued to work on the school stuff while he showered.

When you two sat down together at the table and there was only one plate of food, which you set in front of him, he asked, "what about you? Aren't you going to eat with me?" and it was the longest thing he's ever said to you without an annoyed tone in his voice. There was a tint of kindness in it, actually.

You shook your head. "No, but you go on ahead. I need to finish an assignment."

He didn't ask anything else and ate everything in silence. Then, he thanked you and aimed for the door. Before he could leave, though, your question, which you blurted out spontaneously even though you'd been dying to ask for weeks, stopped him in his tracks. "You know, if you'd want to... you can stay the night."

He looked at you, scowling, his cheeks red, and slammed the door shut behind his tail.

You stood there dumbfounded for a second before realizing you still have homework to finish and got on with your work, the image of his burning cheeks occasionally coming to your mind.

It was a little before ten, though, when he came back. You wondered who it could be this time of the day - Eugene always came sooner and you totally didn't expect him to come for the second time in a day, especially after you saw how your question fazed him.

But he stood there, looking small and tiny as be held onto the pillow and blanket you gave him. "Did you mean it? About me staying the night?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nodded enthusiastically and motioned for him to step inside. When he took off his shoes, you carefully placed your hands on his shoulders. He let you, so you led him inside your bedroom. "You can sleep here, I washed the covers just yesterday, so they're all nice and clean!" You gave him a broad grin as you pushed him to your bed. His ears twitched.

"And you?"

You looked at him. What about me?

"Where are you going to sleep?"

You facepalmed at your stupidity. "Oh! I'll sleep on the couch, don't worry."

It looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and remained silent.