hehe, I love that trope/idea of an animal that’s like resting intop of their love interest and then somehow the animal turns into a human. I also love cat-toru and his silly tongue sticking out with his ridiculous glasses. And I also love your workkkk
“You gotta be kitten me?!” - cat!gojo.
“You’ve gotta be kidding.” You deadpanned, staring at your student and the white fluff ball with ridiculous glasses on trying to escape his grasp.
“Shoko said this was probably a side effect from that cursed spirit, and it’ll pass eventually.” Megumi sighed, eyebags prominent and cat hair all over his uniform. “Fushiguro, how is Gojo’s reckless actions my problem?” You asked, still confused why your first years were at your apartment door with the most insufferable man cat ever. “Shoko is allergic to cats, Nanami-san’s in Malaysia with his wife and… then there’s that..” and he gestures behind him where Nobara and Yuji were arguing again.
“He’d look so much better in a pink poofy dress!” “No! He’d look better in blue with his blue eyes!” “He’s wearing glasses, you can’t even see his eyes!” “You can’t see your eyes!” “The hell does that mean?” And you turned back to Megumi. “I can’t take care of him anymore, I’m sorry sensei.”
And he shoves the cat into your arms before shutting the door and taking his arguing cat fashionistas away with him, also running away. So now you were stuck with the guy you loathe, except now as a fat cat.
“Meow.” He purrs teasingly.
“You can’t talk, you’re a cat.” You snapped.
He leapt from your arms and made a b-line to your fridge. “Gojo!” Turns out, cats can’t eat mochi.
So you spent the rest of the evening to try and get Satoru to throw up.
But of course, it seems the strongest sorcerer is also the strongest cat. So of course he didn’t hack anything up. “Great. You probably poisoned yourself.” You slumped back onto the wall, arms crossed.
Satoru meows innocently before leaping into your lap. You yelp. “Oh my gosh, SATORU YOU’RE SO FAT!” But the little devil only just settled down, curling into himself. “Seriously, you could’ve decided to sleep anywhere. But no, you chose the bathroom.” The next day, with little to no sleep from Gojo’s zoomies, you poured out cat food in a random bowl you had.
“Okay, you have to stay. Don’t go wandering anywhere, don’t touch my couch or fridge. I’ll be back before bedtime.” You peered from the door while his glasses and a small pink tongue out stared back at you.
“Stay.”
You almost closed the door when you saw his paw move the tiniest bit. You clicked your tongue.
“I SAID STAY.”
Needless to say, you were an hour late. Because of Gojo’s state, you were stuck with covering his classes. But of course, the second you started opening your mouth, a white fluff ball strutted in.
“Oh, hey kitty gojo sensei!” Yuji brightly said. “I told you to stay at home!” You hissed, but all he did was paw at your leg. “Awww, he wants your attention!” Nobara gushed.
You almost put your hand to pet his head because despite it was Satoru Gojo, he was a really cute cat. Well, he was until he pushed his food bowl towards you.
“Ah. He wanted food. Of course.”
“How did you even-“ and then Cat Gojo was gone.
Because he fucking teleported.
“Oh my god, what does he have, six whiskers?” You groaned. (Yuji snorted). But to be fair, while “Cat-toru” was a menace, he did have his moments.
Like the time when you slumped back home, exhausted and half-dead. Because of Gojo’s conditions, you were forced to take more missions, even ones beyond your level. You really wanted to cry out of frustration, and you started wiping your very evident tears away once your cat strutted in with his food bowl.
“Oh yeah, your food because that’s all I’m good for, huh?” You chuckle with no real laugh and the fluff ball drops the bowl. Now, he never meant that. He crawled towards you and nuzzled your leg, purring. You looked down and sighed before kneeling to his level. “Hm? What is it?” You whispered.
He jumped into your arms and nuzzled you, giving you a sense of odd comfort. You leaned back onto the kitchen wall and just started sobbing, in front of your the cat. You could see Satoru’s whiskers droop as he tried comforting you in the best way a cat could, bringing a dead mouse.
When you screamed, poor Cat-toru jumped and scampered away sad that you didn’t appreciate his gift. You had to later end up comforting him.
As the weeks grew, you ended up having a fondness for your feline friend, by clicking your tongue and petting him more often, to which he happily leaned into your affection. Whenever people asked how was taking care of Satoru Gojo as a cat, instead of grumbling and dismissing the question, you giggled while showing photos of the predicaments he got himself into.
Or you spent more money on finding better cat food for him, researching what he could or couldn’t eat (though he could eat everything), and then the cuteness aggression you got from him.
One of the major ones was when you were getting ready for a fancy dinner you were forced to attend, and Gojo sulked the whole time, eyes in awe on how you looked ethereal, but you had the audacity to leave him?!
He meowed disapproving and you turned to him, still fixing your earrings. “No? The colour too bright?” You asked. He shook his head and was sullen, and you caught on, smiling as you reached your bed where he was perched. You scratched behind his ears and his chin before booping his nose.
“Ah. I’ll come in an hour’s time, don’t really wanna be there.” And you left, leaving him.
But good things, like him being a cute menace didn’t last forever. Or well, it could’ve. Satoru was sitting like a loaf of bread on your chest underneath your blanket while you cradled him.
“You’re so cute!” You cooed, and Gojo relished in the attention as you stroked him and scratched his ears. He purred happily with his eyes closed and glasses carelessly on the floor.
“A menace, but cute. Even as a human, sometimes.” You added the sometimes to make the message very clear. He nuzzled into your neck, and that did it for you, as you squished his face before pecking him on his tiny nose.
And all of a sudden, POOF.
Once the light blue smoke cleared, your eyes met the azure eyes of an all-too familiar sorcerer, you was on top of your chest, in his birthday suit.
You squealed, and without his RCT on, poor Satoru was thrown onto the other side of the bed as you laid frozen.
“You think I’m cute?” He smiled sleazy without missing a beat.
“WHERE’S YOUR CLOTHES?” he propped his head up with his arm on the mattress. “Well, wasn’t I supposed to get princess dresses or something? It’s not like I wore anything as a cat, anyways. It was very freeing, not gonna lie.” Before you protested he shushed.
But his hand found your face, and cradled it. “What are you-“
“you really think I’m cute?” He asked again, more quieter. You blushed, embarrassed. “More annoying than cute.” You mumbled. He gave a soft smile.
“You could’ve just booted me out to the streets, or gave it to Nanami. I could’ve survived anyway.”
“I could’ve.”
“But you didn’t. Because you care, don’t you?” You looked away. Because yes, you did care. Maybe not directly, but in a roundabout way you cared.
“I always annoyed you because I’ve had a stupid crush on you since like.. first year.”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear on my nine lives.”
“You’re not even a cat anymore!” You huffed a laugh.
He smiled before leaning in, and nuzzling into your neck. “Hm, will I get the same affection from you, though?” He looked up with you, his wispy ivory locks spiking everywhere messily, and his azure irises gleaming up at you. You sighed, loudly
. “Put some clothes on so you can take me on a date.” And you pecked his nose before throwing the blanket on top of him and left to use the washroom, and leaving him wonder-struck.
Huh, maybe that cat potion he deliberately drinked for thus 3xact thing to happen did work. Who knew?
“KITTYYYYYYYYY!” as CaseOh says it. I’M SORRY IVE BEEN PROCRASTINATUNG IM EMPLOYED AND A STUDENT!
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