little birdie.

FLUFFY

Warning:

Short and adorable

The world seems to slow down when you're bored, when the sun is gone and the cold pucks up under your skin, blanketing you with goosebumps. Aizawa groans; his head is spinning and he forgot to pick up his melatonin supplements from the pharmacy yesterday.

Oh, and someone is still following him. Today is going wonderful.

He holds his head in his cold, callused hands as he walks home, his feet drag on the concrete. Today had been, how Hound Dog would phrase: "No walk in the park, it was actually pretty ruff."

Just the thought made the dark haired male chuckle, it was odd how he was both a dog and cat person. Though leaning more toward cats, seeing as he had a pet grey Tomcat that he'd named Emiko, because that cat was truly a gift. He was going to name it Eri, but, y'know, plot.

The walk home was daunting and tiresome, the train tracks bumping against the rocking cart almost making him pass out on his sleeping bad, it made his head ache and his heart hurt to stay awake; his eyes were fuzzy, which didn't help in the slightest bit at all.

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When he finally arrived to his home, he heads straight for the couch that lay in the center of his livingroom, the one by the oak table, across the television, his room was too far away.

The piece of furniture Aizawa uses to sleep in is black, well it was black, and worn out, strings falling from the sides like balls of yarn from years of use and his cat. He's fallen asleep on it so many times that it has molded to him and his cocoon like shape. His lean body is cold and tired, he slips on his sunflower colored sleeping bag, ready to fall on the floor, but restrains himself to move to in the very least, his couch.

When his body hit the squishy surface that is the couch, his eyes shut and he was suspended in a place between sleep, coma, and tired. Shi just watched as his form slumps, sinking into the sofa, as he falls into rhythm. He breathes silently, his chest rising and falling accordingly, his cat jumps under the yellow sleeping bag, onto his chest and curls up, purring contently, happy to suck the warmth from him.

Shi frowns, her feet float just barely above ground, transparent. Her dead eyes scan him, watching as his chest rises and falls slowly in his light slumber, he looks so... Peaceful. It's almost surreal.

It seems like serenity.

A smile begins to bleed on her desolent face, warm and loving. Perhaps she can find happiness here. Maybe now her chest won't feel as empty, maybe now she won't be so alone, the thought in and of itself makes her eyes curve up to show her pearly white, translucent teeth. She walk– fliats to pet the cat, her hands ghosting over the fur.

It purrs under her touch, her pale blue eyes and white blonde hair rest contently on her body. Her eyes shut and she goes numb despite not needing to sleep.

She leans her head on the side of his stomach, and she can almost feel his warmth, she falls asleep to the sound of purring and Aizawa Shota's heartbeat, and a smile on her face.

Her heart beats in her chest, slow and silent, and she doesn't notice it, her feet are on the ground, warm and soft. She doesn't notice it.

Her head lays in his side, she doesn't notice anything.

Not until the feeling is gone and the morning rises from the inky night with a bright golden horizon.