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katsuki would so be one of the those pet owners who didn’t want a pet but when they get a pet, they treasure said pet the most.
imagine katsuki with a little girl kitten that he had whined about getting for weeks but when you bring her home, he’s cooking her gourmet food and feeding it to her, giving her cat milk from a syringe and burping her like a baby.
katsuki who makes her a bed out of a box and his sweater which she loves and sleeps in for most of the day.
katsuki who cradles his kitten in his arms as you sit on the couch and watch a movie. his kitten who meows softly and licks his hand; no resistance whatsoever.
katsuki who freaks out and starts yelling and hyperventilating when his kitten doesn’t one of her meals, asking you if she needs to be taken to vet when in reality, she was just sleepy.
katsuki who would do anything for his kitten, whose love for his kitten has you feeling jealous sometimes.
“suki, you’ve been cuddling her for the past two hours. when can I have cuddles?” you whine. katsuki looks up from his kitten cradled tight in his thick muscular arms and scowls at you.
“the fuck you on about?” he grunts. you sigh and pout, feeling like your cat has become your competition for your boyfriend’s attention.
you say in a small voice, “don’t you wanna give me cuddles too?” katsuki groans in response.
you scoff, “fine then. don’t worry about me.” you roll your eyes and push yourself up from the couch. as you walk past him to go to your bedroom, he grabs your wrist. his hand is warm, grip firm around your joint. you look down at him, your eyes narrow.
“what?” you say between gritted teeth. you notice that your kitten is cleaning itself now. katsuki tugs on your arm, pulling you flush against the back of the couch. with his other hand, he gently pats his kitten and coos at her, telling her that he refilled her biscuits bowl. mewing, she stretches and hops off him. katsuki looks back up at you and gets off of the couch.
still holding your wrist, he comes around to the back of the sofa where you stand, frowning at him. he pulls you forward and you fall into his hot, muscular chest. you groan at how hard his body is against your much softer one, your small hands pushing back against his chest but to no avail as his arms encircle your frame.
“katsuki,” you whine. “suki, where’s my attention? I feel like you pay more attention to her now than you do to me.” you’re pouting and nuzzling the space between his pecs with your nose. katsuki laughs at you harshly.
“I’m giving you my attention now, eh?” his teasing hurts yet he gently rubs circles on your mid-back.
you sigh and mumble into his muscle tee, “that’s not what I meant.” he chuckles, patting your head with his other hand.
“whatever brat.”
over the next few weeks, you notice that katsuki is more affectionate towards you, but never at the expense of his kitty. the balance he strikes between you two makes you feel good. it also makes me you feel slightly guilty for getting upset with your adorable little kitten for stealing your boyfriend’s attention and warmth. but what can a girl do?