#cat geto

Suddenly, Gojo has all the reasons lined up for you to why you shouldn’t get another cat.

“The economy isn’t doing that well now, you’ll waste money on double the food”

“There would be more fur to sweep”

“I saw a vet online saying how much she doesn’t recommend more than one hybird. Another lady confirmed”

He just kept rambling about all the excuses he could come up with to try and convince you. But you’ve made up your mind already, so you just smile at him; blinking a few times.

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Geto was added as a new member to the house, and Gojo couldn’t be less happy about that. He intended to make it known.

“Please don’t tell me you’ll shower him” He whines into your shoulder as he clings to you from behind, his hands fisting into your shirt in the front, a white tail spiraling up your leg.

“I did it with you when you came here, too” You try, one hand over his, your thumb rubbing back and forth gently over his knuckles.

“But he’s FILTHY!” He whisper-shouts, his lips near your ear. You feel a twitching, soft ear tickle your hair.

“Yeah, Toru, that’s why he needs a bath” you giggle nervously, trying to slip away from Gojo’s clawing grip, Geto stands awkwardly beside you. Waiting. Watching the scene unfold in front of him in intrigue.

Gojo catches the sly smile Geto sends his way and he must hold himself back from hissing – only because he’s this close to your ear.

“I meant on the inside!” Gojo tries to argue with you, hugging you impossible close into him from behind, pulling you flush against his overly warm chest.

“Satoru Gojo, pull yourself together” his white ears flatten against his head, his grip around you loosening in defeat.

“Just look at him….” He grumbles, reluctantly letting go of you once you start squirming too much against him. Geto only puts on an innocent face, smiling with his eyes nearly closing into slits.

Gojo isn’t fooled by his acting. Not one bit.

You grab Getos hand, taking him along with you into the bathroom, a towel flung on your other arm.

Gojo seethes with anger and jealousy, growling to himself. He lost to a stupid black cat!

With you facing the other way, Geto turns to look at him over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue before you both disappear into the bathroom.

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When stepping out of the shower, you’re surprised to see how calm and collected Gojo appears to be. He’s sitting on the couch all patient and content, smiling at you. His tail is a little too still for your liking, but you brush past that.

 He must be adjusting, finally – you decide. It will take some time before he learns to share you.

“I can dry his hair myself. It would be fruitful to try and get to know one another.” Gojo proposes with a too bright smile. “A hybrid-to-hybrid talk”

You beam at the idea, despite how Gojo’s tail only gets this unactive when something is brewing. You push that thought aside, clasping your hands together “Great!”

Geto stiffens beside you, his black ears standing straight up, tail not swishing softly behind him anymore like it did in the shower. “I-…” he cuts himself off short, knowing that saying anything would make him out to be the bad guy here. Especially with how Gojo worded things, as if it’s all for a really good cause.

Curse that white cat.

And so the two find themselves alone in Gojo’s room.

“Don’t think I’m falling for your innocent act. I can smell your filth from a hundred miles away”

“Cats can only smell up to 1,5 to 4 miles away” Geto corrects lazily, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed with Gojo behind him. It’s unnerving having someone in his blind spot, let alone him.

“Shut it, smart mouth” Gojo hisses, grabbing a chunk of Getos inky hair spilling over his shoulder and tugging on it, both of their ears on high alert, twitching at every little motion and sound that the other makes.

“OW! Let go, you stupid leech! She’s mine!” you sit outside in the living room, hearing small muffled sounds slipping from behind Gojo's bedroom door. You pay it no mind, figuring Gojo must have tugged at a hair knot.

It cant be that bad, right?

“You dare?!” Their cat-fight starts, with Gojo yanking at Getos hair once again, harder this time. Geto winces, his neck bent at an odd angle. Full on screams can be heard from Gojo's room by now.

Okay, maybe it is that bad.

“What are you doing to him!” You barge in, seeing Gojo holding onto Geto’s inky hair, his black ear twitching frantically. Gojo’s white fluffy ear twitch once at you seeing him like this.

“I promise you its not like tha-“

“He yanked at my hair” Geto cuts him off, batting his eyes up at you, his tone oddly soft when he was yelling a second ago.

Gojo notices the performance Geto is putting on, only serving to boil his blood even further, prompting him to lurch over and scratch his sharp nails over the black hybrid’s arm.

You step in immediately, your fingers threading seamlessly through Gojo’s soft white hair, tugging gently back at the base, careful not to hurt him as you separate them. Gojo seems to lean into your touch despite the chaotic scene he’s in. “Alright, that’s enough. You’re not stepping out of here until midnight”

Your words seem to have an immediate effect on the poor white cat, his ears turning droopy, flopping back against his white fluff of hair. His eyes silently plead with yours, a pout painting on his lips as you drag Geto out.

You throw him a sharp look over your shoulder. “Bad cat”, then shut the door behind you, leaving your white cat to reflect on his actions and mull it over.

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The light spilling from the window diminished nearly fully, reminding you that Gojo’s punishment has been over since a while ago. He hasn’t stepped out of his room yet.

Geto is curled into your side on the couch the light sound of the movie playing drowning to your ears as you get up to check on Gojo. Geto doesn’t move to stop you - save for his tail tightening around your thigh before he lets go all together, his gaze following you.

“Gojo, are you coming?”

No response. Only the sound of shuffling and someone tossing in bed.

“Your punishment is long past” You coax softly, bending down to peek under the door gap. There you can make out the silhouette of a tall male laying face-first on his bed, a fluffy tail curling into his side.

He only gets into this position when he’s feeling down. Maybe you were a little harsh on him earlier.

The doorknob is useless. He locked himself in there. Poor kitty.Your heart throbs at your own reckless actions.

You rush to your feet, speeding to the drawer with all your snacks and candy. Getos head peeks over the couch behind you, curiously watching what you’re doing.

Grabbing Gojo’s favorite candy – the sweetest you had bought not long ago just for him – you speed your way back to the locked door.

“Pspspsps” You caregully shove pieces of candy under the door gap, one after the other. “Come here, kitty kitty” you singsong, hoping this would trick him to come out.

Silence.

“Who’s my pretty boy?” you’re starting to get desperate here. He’s refusing to come out.

“Me!” Geto exclaims from the couch, tail swaying in content.

You give him a small chuckle before turning back to Gojo behind the door.

"..."

“Ill let you snuggle me to sleep.”

The door unlocks with a sad looking Gojo on the other side, his bright blue eyes finding Geto, sending him a quick, nasty glare before returning his gaze back to yours.

He’s sulking with a pout on, mushrooms practically growing from his head. His ears flopingp backwards, his tail motionless, hugging his own leg.

“Oh, baby” You step closer, your heart thumping painfully at the sight of a defeated Gojo. Leaning in, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s so warm.

“Am I not enough for you? Do I bore you?” He results to ask lastly, his speech stripped off his hurried speed and livelyhood, tone quieter.

You stop in your tracks, his stiff tail visible through your peripheral vision. Stepping closer, you reach out to him, palms cupping his soft cheeks on both sides. “I’m not doing this because I don’t want you anymore, Gojo. You'd be mistaken to think that”

You nearly whisper out, your words escaping your mouth like a soft breeze. God, that cat keeps tugging at your heartstrings.

“I wanted to get you a new friend to keep you company when I’m not around” You whisper into his chest, taking in his usual scent of melted sugar.

He grumbles a little, before you feel a long fluffy tail wrap around your waist, bringing you closer into him. “He said he’d take you away from me” He rests his chin atop your head, his heartbeat seeming to slow at your touch.

Gojo doesn’t waste the chance to send another dirty glare towards a scowling Geto, silently plotting to pull at his black tail in your sleep. That would serve him right.

Your heart squeezes, lips puckering in a sympathetic pout. Pulling back, you look up into Gojo’s eyes, only to see the pitiful soft look he’s giving you. Ouch. That soft hearted, sweet cat of yours.

You lift a hand, resting it on his white, fluffy ear, our thumb and index finger working in tandem to gently massage at the sweet spot you know of on his ear. It silently twitches in your hand once before he relaxes completely at just this simple touch of yours.

“You know id never replace you” You whisper, unable to voice your words properly when you have a big, tall man like him looking down at you with such adorable eyes – it crumbles all of your resolves.

He intends to hum in acknowledgment, but your touch on his sensitive ears kinda melted his brain a little. A soft purr rolls of his tongue instead. You giggle, his tail demanding you stand closer despite there being no more space left between you.

A loud thumping sound starts behind you. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Come, lets go sit with him too before he hisses at me” you chuckle as you make your way back to the couch where Geto sits, with a reluctant Gojo in your tow – agreeing to this only because you’re there.

His tail gives him off every time. It’s adorable.

Sitting there between them and picking a new show to watch, you grow slightly annoyed by how they keep trying to pull you closer to their sides.

“Alright” you huff out a breath, getting up only to sit back down – horizontally; with you on Geto’s lap, and your head resting in Gojo’s lap.

“See, leech? She’s sitting on MY lap”

“She has her head in MY lap, you monkey”

“We're the same species, idiot”

Sighing, you lift your hands above your head. “Shhh” lazily, you curl your fingers under their chin, scratching gently at that soft area of skin – right there.

Smiling, you turn back to enjoy your show, both of them silent save for the small purring sounds they’re making – their body growing warmer underneath you

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Gojo watched as the tiny kitten stumbled around excitedly before standing on Gojos foot, the man leaning to pet little (name)s head as his bigger cat lounged on the tower, a pure white Turkish angora with striking blue eyes. Geto called him a narcissist for getting a cat just like him, he just wasn't expecting his cat to come home with a black male Norwegian forest cat and a tiny kitten.

"The black one looks like you" Gojo said to Geto who huffed at the sight of the black cat watching over the tiny kitten who played with a toy mouse as their white cat purrtoru watched from higher up, deeply protective of his family.

The two watched from the couch as purrtoru was making his way down to see his kitten... Only to try and take the toy.

And it wasn't for worry.

Purrtoru was just an asshole.

The tiny fluff ball meowed angrily as mewguru smacked the white cat angrily with a yowl as the tiny kitten went to the humans to fix the situation as he seen his dad's do before as the black haired one lifted the itty bitty "you're papa is an asshole" he said as Gojo huffed but pet the little kittens head, the two smiling as (name) put his tiny mitten on Geto's nose "still can't believe they just brought you home, knowing our bastards they kidnapped you " prime example mewguru came to retrieve his little baby.

The two watched as the cats cuddled on their bed, a nice dog bed that fit the three of them comfortably and (name) cozy and sleeping in between his dad's while purring like a motorboat. The two cats beside him grooming each other and occasionally giving kisses to the kittens head.

"I want a child" Gojo said suddenly and Geto spit his drink out.