Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

Alternative Title: Kitty Cat Misconceptions and Detention on the last day before the weekend??? Embarrassing

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Your english class could not end fast enough, after an uncomfortably awkward silence reigned over the building tension, you promptly just completely turned your back towards Laurance– if he didn't get the silent point you were trying to make then that was on him. Not you. The moment that god-send-of a bell rings, you're gone, leaving the blonde to chew on your metaphorical dust. Shoes squeaking against the linoleum tile your gaze bounces across the hallway. What was your sixth period class again? It's on the second floor if memory serves correctly. What was it again though?

As your feet instinctively began the careful trod upstairs to the upper layer of the school building, you couldn't help but zone out in order to put all your focus on getting the cogs in your brain to begin turning. 2...2, 24? Hmm, what even was the subject, it started with a W, but what other classes offered here started with W– surely you didn't end up in a different werewolf centered class. That would just be preposterous. Hesitating in a random hallway, you give a noncommittal glance at the classroom door you paused by, before jolting. That's right- the next class you have is in room 2415! Fate must be smiling down at you, to have ended up pausing at the exact room you were needing to be at.

Grinning while reaching a hand out to wrap around the brass handle, the door gives away with a gentle push, however you don't get the opportunity to actually enter the space. You take back all that bs of fate smiling upon you-- no it must be laughing at your expense. Considering there is one furry missile launching right at you. Now it isn't a "Balto's wolf form" sort of air assault( so no backpacks required), but it's just as disorienting. Skidding backwards lightly, your arms run on pure reactive instincts in order to wrap around whatever rather small creature decided to practically fly at you.

Warily peering down you lock eyes with toothpick thin contracted pupils, surrounded by pools of scarlet. Blinking oddly down, you fix your grasp on the critter on your chest, slotting your arms beneath its armpits(?) and lifting it higher in order to get a better look. The calico cat dangled limply in your grasp, its surprisingly scrutinizing gaze studied you in return. Deciding to ignore the logistics of a cat having scarlet eyes, you instead decided to get the darling creature out of air jail. Cuddling it up in your arm's you lowered your nose and nuzzled the cat lightly with a happy coo– missing the way its panicky gaze flickered to the audience you still had yet to perceive.

"Aren't you just gorgeous! Such a healthy sheen to your coat and everything!" Babbling almost happily you scratched generously beneath its chin. Which it, adorably so, leaned into the touch– scarlet eyes scrunching shut as its whiskers twitched. Giggling your nose squeezed as its luxuriously fluffy tail lightly smacked at your face.

"Uh...[y/n]?" Hey you know that voice! Looking up, you're briefly surprised to see Aphmau looking at you, she seemed to be a tad bit jittery... as if nervous about something. Chalking it up to be normal Aphmau behavior you instead smile at her.

"Hey Aphmau!," Chirping excitedly, you look back at the calico cat which at this point has just gone limp in your embrace, though its head was angled at something else, and it seemed to exude an almost smug aura? "Is this cutie yours? You don't strike me as a cat person oddly enough" Quickly she shook her head almost vehemently so, before letting loose a shuddering sigh. Forehead creasing in confusion, she seems to debate over what to say, before someone else decides to clue you in on what seemed to be wrong.

"Oh geez, it seems my daughter is quite enjoying herself," Ambling up beside your friend, is an older woman with fair skin and gray almost silver hair. Her pale green eyes swam with something akin to humor at you before it switched to something almost bored as it funneled on to the rather satisfied kitty in your arms. Daughter, what the hell did she mean by daughter–oh shit. You completely forgot about what happened at the end of that one episode, where Lucinda and Katelyn argued and tried to convince Aphmau to be their respective best friend.