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I Want to Go Home

Nitori had never been one for parties. Always too loud, too busy. Too many people asking him questions about himself he'd never even thought of. 

He enjoyed a drink occasionally, but only if he was sad and needed a cry or if he was with friends for a special event. Parties, well. They were neither of those things. 

"But Momoooo," Nitori moaned, batting away the other boy's hands from his hair. "I don't even want to go, why does it matter how I look?"

Momo smirked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Nitori's ear and chuckling at the small boy. "It'll be fun! I promise~"

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It was all too loud, just as he'd expected. When they arrived Momo instantly saw people he knew and scurried off to them, leaving Nitori amongst the sweaty young adults dancing and kissing the night away. He sighed, bringing his arms closer to his body to not take up too much space.

Quietly, Ai shuffled to the kitchen to find a drink. The music was pumping in his ears and chest a bit too aggressively for his liking, but he tried his best to stay positive. At least he was out of the house. 

Finding a drink Nitori leant against the counter, his fiftieth sigh that night creeping from his lungs. He scanned the room and recognised a few of the faces, but they all looked to be having fun so he didn't want to disrupt anyone. He let his thoughts surround him, hoping it would pass the time quicker.

The kitchen was a light brown all round, a middle counter taking up most the space, completely littered with abandoned cups, a couple phones and keys. He tutted to himself; how irresponsible. He let his eyes wander across the rest of the room. The kitchen was connected to the front room, three couches sat, body's sprawled across them. One party goer was sat on the glass coffee table between all of the couches, and Nitori shivered at the thought of it breaking and shattering. 

Completely immersed in his own thoughts, Ai jumped when he felt something crawl past his feet. He tried to ignore the sticky sound of the floor when he raised his foot, and when he looked down, there was his ticket away from everyone. A cat! 

The cat purred, rubbing itself against his worn out jeans. Ai bent down, a small smile creeping onto his face, a light blush dusted his cheeks. He stroked the cat, scratching the spot where the body meets the tail, the cat closing it's eyes. For a second, Nitori almost swore he saw it smile. 

He moved his hand towards the cat's head, scratching lightly just between the ears. His own smile grew as the cat purred louder, flopping on its side to reveal his belly. Nitori dived both his hands in, his fingers getting lost in the fur, and soon they were playing, batting paws, and the boy tried his best to ignore the little spots of blood appearing on his hands from the claws.

Giggling, Nitori booped the cat on the nose before standing back up, his mood lifted. He sighed, finishing his drink and disappearing upstairs to the bathroom. 

With a small smile still playing on his lips, Ai opened the door, making sure it was locked behind him. He stared into the mirror, noticing fur covering every inch of his jeans below the knee. As he tried to dust it off, he leant a bit too far forward and smashed his head on the mirror. The sudden impact shocked him, and he sunk to the floor, his head ringing. Nitori quickly looked back in the mirror to see the damage, and sure enough, a small red bump had begun growing, peeking ever so slightly through his grey locks. 

He swore to himself, wiping down the mirror with his hand. He quickly stood back up, peed, and returned to the party. 

Nitori walked back with a scowl, blaming Momo for it all. He slowly thumped down the stairs, hand on his head, and began to scan the crowd for his stupid idiot dummy irresponsible friend.