"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
October 6th, Friday - 9:24 am
You were lying in bed, with your blanket covering half of your body. You wore a pair of shorts and a tank top that you had lazily thrown on the night before.
When you got home yesterday, you were too tired to do much of anything besides take a shower.
As soon as you entered your apartment, you kicked off your heels and floated your purse onto the couch.
You had used your quirk the entire time to manage everything—getting your clothes, undressing, and washing yourself.
You usually relied on your quirk when you were too exhausted to handle tasks manually.
Your cat sat neatly on the floor in front of your bed, looking up at you with her big, glistening eyes as you snored softly against your pillow.
She tilted her head, pupils wide and curious, and let out a soft mrrrp before meowing twice—her usual, polite attempt at waking you.
When that didn't work, she huffed, flicked her tail, and made a decisive leap onto the bedside table.
A second later, she hopped onto the bed, landing with the grace of someone who'd been doing this her entire life.
Carefully, she padded her way toward your pillow and sat down right beside your head, her tiny paws sinking into the blanket.
Another gentle meow. Still no response.
So she leaned in and gave your cheek a slow, deliberate lick.
You groaned, confused by the warm, wet tickle against your skin, and turned your face away, burying it in the blanket.
Unimpressed, Michi simply circled around your head, stepped over your hair with care, and positioned herself right in front of your face.
Then—one more meow, louder this time.
And a firm lick. Right on the tip of your nose.
Your eyes fluttered open, crossing slightly as you found yourself nose-to-nose with your cat, her little pink tongue mid–lick.
Michi blinked at you and immediately began grooming her tri-colored fur as if waking you up had simply been part of her morning routine.
You couldn't help smiling as she pulled back, content and dignified.
Carefully, you sat up in bed and pulled the blanket over yourself as you watched as Michi hopped from the bed.
Your head ached slightly from your movement, which you attributed to the yesterday's light amount of alcohol and ear-piercing music.
