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#25- guess whose back

𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢. 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙤-𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧.

~day 101 in the dorms~

"What are you doing?"

"Just feeding the cats." Denki spoke, kicking his foot gently as he opened the back door into the designated 'kitten room'. The echo of several meows and light cries for whatever food he was bringing in could be heard as kittens ran loops around his legs, Denki chuckling as he used her leg to softly push them away. "Calm down, calm down. I'm getting the food, I promise."

Zero sat on the bed in the other room, barely listening as she scrolled through the notes on their phone, checking for anything meant for her, or something important that had been missed. Christian had switched in briefly when Zero had found a message left for him from one of the littles. Something about having tried something he made for them and enjoying it. But nothing important.

Not long passed before Denki returned from the void of fluff he had been momentarily sucked in to, brining Mocha and Mocciato out, one in each arm.

The blonde kicked the door closed with one foot, looking down as the two purring animals nudged against his legs when he went to place them down on the carpet of the room.

"I went to reach for Coco after he finished eating and Moka tried to climb my arm, so I guess we have an extra loaf to entertain for a bit." Denki chuckled, laughter landing at a slow stop as the teen tilted his head, raising a brow when he spotted the girl on the bed.

The girl had their necklace on, messing with the buttons, as she attempted to find the lock. It seemed it had been shidted into a soft black choker, contrasting with the body's pail skin tone. It didn't take long for her to find the lock setting, assuring her look wouldn't change at the mere thought of another hair style or height.