Based on this cute af cat-based fill by niaocat who gave blanket permission.
No major content warning 756 words
There were two surprises awaiting Makoto and Haru at the vet’s clinic.
Surprise No. 1: Cocoa was a lady cat, and not the gentleman feline they had always thought her to be.
Surprise No. 2: Cocoa, a rather irresponsible lady cat, was not just fat because she had been stealing and eating Haru’s saba. She was pregnant.
Makoto simply gaped at his cherished pet, blown over by two consecutive waves of what he considered to be straight-up betrayal.
How could he have not known this?
How could Cocoa go ahead and get himself- no wait, herself- knocked up like this?
Haru sat next to Makoto, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder, suppressing a self-satisfied smirk.
He always suspected Cocoa was a traitorous hussy of a cat who’d won Makoto over with underhanded means, such as purring cutely and being fluffy.
Now Makoto would see.
Now he would realize how deceitful this cat really was.
After bringing Cocoa home, Makoto collapsed on the bed, unable to deal with the fact that his cat was going to produce a number of smaller cats quite soon.
Despite his undying love for all things that meowed, Makoto was not ready to be a grandparent just yet.
He was face down on the bed, groaning into the pillow, when Cocoa found her way in and made his broad back her new hangout spot.
With the feeling of her warm weight pressing down on him, Makoto let out another muffled groan of anguished frustration into his favorite pillow.
He couldn’t exactly scold a cat, or reprimand her for not using protection before indulging herself with whatever ruffian, streetwalking lover she’d picked up without so much as consulting with Makoto.
Not that he expected Cocoa to ask his permission before dating.
Wait, did cats date?
How did they get to know each before, you know, doing stuff?
Cocoa could at least have brought the father of her children around for a quick visit to the apartment or something, before starting a family with him.
Makoto shook his fists angrily at the imaginary figure of Cocoa’s lover- that villainous absconder, who had left his precious cat to raise a litter on her own after having his fun with her lady bits.
When Haru walked into the bedroom, all his intention to gloat at Cocoa’s expense vanished at the sight of a vanquished Makoto, being sat upon by a very fat cat.
Haru settled down next to Makoto in their bed, and gently soothed the small of his back.
“Where did I go wrong with her, Haru?” Makoto’s voice was still muffled by the pillow.
“I didn’t notice it either. Maybe if I wasn’t blaming her for getting fat off my fish, we would have figured it out sooner.” This was the closest Haru would ever come to apologizing for his consistent failure to get along with Cocoa, and Makoto was thankful for it.
“What’re we gonna do, Haru? Where will we keep all her children? There isn’t enough room. What if she has 6 kittens, Haru? WHERE WILL THEY GO?” Makoto got up unthinkingly, and Cocoa elegantly slid off his back onto the bed.
The cat looked infuriatingly self-satisfied as she sat there, licking her paws, enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her.
“We’ll figure it out, Makoto. Now stop whining.” Haru shot an angry look at Cocoa before taking Makoto in his arms.
Whenever Makoto was distressed, he loved being cuddled.
And even though Haru never admitted it, he loved being the bigger spoon in bed, holding Makoto’s head against his chest, whispering soothing words in his ear.
Makoto immediately slid his arms around Haru, buried his head against Haru’s shirt, breathing in his scent, relaxing visibly.
“We’ll figure something Makoto. It’ll be fine. Worse comes to worst, we’ll have a batch of kittens to raise. That’d make you happy, won’t it?” Haru ran his fingers softly through Makoto’s tangled hair, pausing only to kiss the top of his head now and then.
“And you’d be okay with more cats? You and Cocoa have enough trouble getting along as it is. I couldn’t do that to you.” Makoto hugged Haru closer, letting himself be comforted, savoring their intimacy.
Haru sighed deeply before shooting Cocoa another ugly glance.
“I’d do whatever makes you happy. You know that already, don’t you? Baka Makoto.” Haru smacks Makoto’s back lightly, feigning to reprimand him.
“I love you Haru.”
“Shut up, Makoto.”
“Nyaaaannnn.”
Cocoa somehow managed to join in the cuddling, fighting with Haru for Makoto’s attention.
FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, G
No major content warning
756 words
There were two surprises awaiting Makoto and Haru at the vet’s clinic.
Surprise No. 1: Cocoa was a lady cat, and not the gentleman feline they had always thought her to be.
Surprise No. 2: Cocoa, a rather irresponsible lady cat, was not just fat because she had been stealing and eating Haru’s saba. She was pregnant.
Makoto simply gaped at his cherished pet, blown over by two consecutive waves of what he considered to be straight-up betrayal.
How could he have not known this?
How could Cocoa go ahead and get himself- no wait, herself- knocked up like this?
Haru sat next to Makoto, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder, suppressing a self-satisfied smirk.
He always suspected Cocoa was a traitorous hussy of a cat who’d won Makoto over with underhanded means, such as purring cutely and being fluffy.
Now Makoto would see.
Now he would realize how deceitful this cat really was.
After bringing Cocoa home, Makoto collapsed on the bed, unable to deal with the fact that his cat was going to produce a number of smaller cats quite soon.
Despite his undying love for all things that meowed, Makoto was not ready to be a grandparent just yet.
He was face down on the bed, groaning into the pillow, when Cocoa found her way in and made his broad back her new hangout spot.
With the feeling of her warm weight pressing down on him, Makoto let out another muffled groan of anguished frustration into his favorite pillow.
He couldn’t exactly scold a cat, or reprimand her for not using protection before indulging herself with whatever ruffian, streetwalking lover she’d picked up without so much as consulting with Makoto.
Not that he expected Cocoa to ask his permission before dating.
Wait, did cats date?
How did they get to know each before, you know, doing stuff?
Cocoa could at least have brought the father of her children around for a quick visit to the apartment or something, before starting a family with him.
Makoto shook his fists angrily at the imaginary figure of Cocoa’s lover- that villainous absconder, who had left his precious cat to raise a litter on her own after having his fun with her lady bits.
When Haru walked into the bedroom, all his intention to gloat at Cocoa’s expense vanished at the sight of a vanquished Makoto, being sat upon by a very fat cat.
Haru settled down next to Makoto in their bed, and gently soothed the small of his back.
“Where did I go wrong with her, Haru?” Makoto’s voice was still muffled by the pillow.
“I didn’t notice it either. Maybe if I wasn’t blaming her for getting fat off my fish, we would have figured it out sooner.” This was the closest Haru would ever come to apologizing for his consistent failure to get along with Cocoa, and Makoto was thankful for it.
“What’re we gonna do, Haru? Where will we keep all her children? There isn’t enough room. What if she has 6 kittens, Haru? WHERE WILL THEY GO?” Makoto got up unthinkingly, and Cocoa elegantly slid off his back onto the bed.
The cat looked infuriatingly self-satisfied as she sat there, licking her paws, enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her.
“We’ll figure it out, Makoto. Now stop whining.” Haru shot an angry look at Cocoa before taking Makoto in his arms.
Whenever Makoto was distressed, he loved being cuddled.
And even though Haru never admitted it, he loved being the bigger spoon in bed, holding Makoto’s head against his chest, whispering soothing words in his ear.
Makoto immediately slid his arms around Haru, buried his head against Haru’s shirt, breathing in his scent, relaxing visibly.
“We’ll figure something Makoto. It’ll be fine. Worse comes to worst, we’ll have a batch of kittens to raise. That’d make you happy, won’t it?” Haru ran his fingers softly through Makoto’s tangled hair, pausing only to kiss the top of his head now and then.
“And you’d be okay with more cats? You and Cocoa have enough trouble getting along as it is. I couldn’t do that to you.” Makoto hugged Haru closer, letting himself be comforted, savoring their intimacy.
Haru sighed deeply before shooting Cocoa another ugly glance.
“I’d do whatever makes you happy. You know that already, don’t you? Baka Makoto.” Haru smacks Makoto’s back lightly, feigning to reprimand him.
“I love you Haru.”
“Shut up, Makoto.”
“Nyaaaannnn.”
Cocoa somehow managed to join in the cuddling, fighting with Haru for Makoto’s attention.
As always.