𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔... OC Book

A Touch-Starved Monster...

SO. This is inspired by these two OTP ideas I found on Pinterest:

I will write the scenario now!

You have been letting someone live with you for the past two months, after you helped him when you found them near the edge of the woods nearby bleeding and cold...

His name was Diablo, and he was the softest, most skittish boy you have met... And you adored it. He always wore the scarf you gave him, he only spoke when he knew who he was with and he absolutely loved it whenever you gave him affection.

From some of the signs, however, you could tell he was touch starved and traumatised, as he often woke up from nightmares and the first times you tried to touch him, he would flinch away. Especially when you tried to touch his scar...

But now Diablo didn't mind touches and sometimes even snuggle up to you when he wakes up from a nightmare, falling asleep with you petting his hair with one hand and the other wrapped around his thin waist.

Today however, he was having a really bad day... In an attempt to make sure you sleep after a stressful day yesterday, Diablo didn't wake you up after he woke up from his usual nightmares. Because of this, he had been sleepy all day and accidentally broke a couple of your cups and plates when he tried to make you breakfast. He somehow got stuck in the washing basket and burst into tears when he got stuck in the laundry room by accidentally blocking himself in there.

Now, as you got home two hours later then you promised from work/shopping/other activity, you found the living room... Empty? Usually at this time, Diablo would be curled up and having a nap... With you. You frowned in worry, glancing around as you could hear strange, puppy like whines.

 You furrow your eyebrows, following the sound to your... Attic? Diablo never went in the attic, having a sensitive nose to dust. Not allergies, just... Sensitive. You walk up the stairs to the attic, squeaking when you felt something brush past you, then some boxes on the other side of the room tumble to the floor.

"D-Diablo? Are you there?" You asked worriedly, patting the wall for the light switch and clicking it to turn on the light. You hear a hiss before you are tackled to the floor and the light is quickly turned off again. You wince, rubbing your head before your eyes widened.

In front of you was a slender, black figure on all fours. Its tail lashed violently behind him as his ears swivelled and tilted towards you. Its brown scarf brushed against the floor with how low the creature was... Wait, brown scarf?

"Diablo...?" You whispered softly, tilting your head as the creature froze at the name, its ears pinning back as you notice the scar on its cheek... Exactly where Diablo's was!

(You can start from there, just know he also has this form too! This form is the size of the common house cat)