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13: Fashionistas Whazzas!

You woke up to someone suddenly swooping you into their arms and swinging you up and down.

"Cutie cat! Did you miss me?"

"What the heck!"

You yowled and struggled at whoever it was that carried you without any warning.

One moment you were sleeping soundly, dreaming about your sweet life of using human legs and actually being able to talk to people, and the next thing you know?

You're being hoisted into the air, wrapped in the arms of a young man with white, tousled hair.

"Bitch! I thought I was gonna die!" you roared at Shirakumo, who was now squishing your face against his cheek.

He started peppering you with lots of kisses and you were totally dying. From what, you wonder? You don't even know now. Your heart was pounding in your chest at the thought of being in danger, but you were also melting cause not only did Shirakumo stop giving you those kisses (that felt like him tapping his lips on your fur), he also started patting your head.

"It was terrible!" Shirakumo whined, still patting you, "I couldn't even sleep peacefully last night. I kept thinking about Shota having a sleepover with you and the cat, which is still very—very—unfair of you, by the way."

From behind him, you heard someone sigh. "You're carrying them wrong."

It took only a couple of steps, and someone prying Shirakumo's fingers off your torso, until you were finally freed from the boy's enthusiastic grip. But the life of a ragdoll didn't seem to end yet since you found yourself cradled in someone else's arms.

"See? Isn't that much better."

This time, the arms were a lot less sturdy, but much more securely, one hand supporting your back while the other scratched behind your ears in that spot you loved so much.

Heck yeah! Good morning to me! Only to me!

Whatever Shirakumo did to you earlier was rewarded back: Aizawa was now holding you perfectly into his arms.

The panic from earlier started to ebb away. You leaned into Aizawa's touch, giving him an appreciative purr, but you kept a wary eye on Shirakumo, who was now sulking like a child who'd had their toy taken away.

"This is cruel," Shirakumo complained, puffing out his cheeks. "I just wanted to show some love. Can you blame me?"

"You were suffocating me, bitch!" you shouted, baring your teeth at him.

Your response made Shirakumo stop in his movements. He stared at you with a look of genuine shock and betrayal, and even you looked shocked at the sound that you just released. Then he took a shaky step back.

"You're... you're hissing at me?!" His voice raised a higher pitch than usual.

"I'm hissing at you?!" You fell back onto Aizawa's chest, eyes tweaking. "I-I'm hissing... like a cat...?"

No fucking way are you acting like a cat now.

Aizawa glanced down at you, not fighting back a snort. "I think they made their point very well, Shirakumo."

But Shirakumo wasn't accepting that answer easily. He rushed closer to the cute you who was still in Aizawa's arms, so the latter had to step back and lean away from the eager-to-get-forgiven boy of clouds and smiles. "I'm sorry, cutie cat! I didn't mean to scare you! Please don't hate me! Look! I even bought you food and your favorite fish treats!"