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It was a normal late afternoon when Hajime Hinata heard a quiet knocking on his door.
He slowly walked over to the door, half-awake from his brief nap. As soon as he opened the door, he regretted his decision.
Standing before him was his boyfriend, Nagito Komaeda, wearing white cat ears and a fluffy white tail to match.
“N-Nagito?” Hajime stammered.
Nagito grinned with false innocence. “Hello Master!”
Weird people have weird fetishes; that’s a concept that isn’t too hard to grasp. With that, it’s only fitting that someone as weird as Nagito Komaeda would also have a weird fetish.
Fortunately for his boyfriend, Hajime Hinata, Nagito’s fetish wasn’t anything too outlandish. Of all the things that were utterly disgusting and horrifying for a strange person to be into, Nagito was into something that was weird, but tame. Petplay.
It confused him the first time, in their early stages of dating. Nagito had approached Hajime with cat ears and a tail. He dropped to his knees and began meowing and crawling around.
“Hajime…look at me. A lowly human being such as me, a mere animal. Treat me like the animal I am! Make me your faithful servant, and become my master!”
Hajime thought he was hallucinating. If Nagito hadn’t stopped him from walking out, he would have never received an explanation for his puzzling behavior.
Nagito then introduced Hajime to petplay. Out of all the random things he was into, he was into this form of roleplay the most. It was fitting for a lowly subhuman entity such as himself to be treated like a pet. Being treated like one not only felt correct to Nagito, it felt good. Just thinking of it made him excited.
And since then, Hajime played into Nagito’s desires. He sometimes cringed at their sessions when they crossed his memory.
“Who’s my naughty little kitten?”
“M-Me master! I’m your filthy nasty kitten! Ah…Hajime…I’m gonna–”
No! Stop!
Hajime’s face burned a bright red with embarrassment as he remembered their last session. As weird as it was however, Hajime wasn’t so opposed to petplay. He hated to admit it, but he actually enjoyed it a little. Nagito made the kink grow on him, making Hajime discover a side to himself he never knew he had. A side to himself he wished he didn’t have.
So when Hajime opened his door and saw Nagito standing shamelessly with cat ears on his head and a moving tail strapped to his waist, he instantly flushed.
“Wh-What the hell are you doing here, Nagito?” He sputtered.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Nagito paused before reaching to stroke Hajime’s hands. “Master?”
Hajime avoided Nagito’s gaze. “You have some nerve wearing those ridiculous things out in public.”
Nagito stepped back and chuckled. “A good for nothing piece of trash such as me has no sense of self separate from serving his master and being their faithful little kitten. I have to let everyone know that I have no identity as a standalone.”
“Well…” Hajime scratched his chin. “Who ever said that I wanted everyone to know this? You’re my kitten, mine only.”
Yikes.
Nagito’s face lit up. “Yes, I am yours only. And so–”
“And so why would you go around with those ears? Are you trying to replace me or something?”
Hajime bit his tongue. Nothing he said was making sense right now.
“Master…I truly am so sorry. I never intended to upset you. In fact, I wanted to do the opposite. But in the act of doing so, I failed terribly. I truly am a hopeless idiot huh? It’s only fitting that a symbol of hope such as you–”
“Out with it!” Hajime barked. He didn’t mean to yell, but he did not want to hear Nagito rave on about hope. “Quit your yapping. None of those empty words will redeem you.” Hajime quickly dragged Nagito into the room and slammed the door, since he knew what this conversation was bound to turn into.
Nagito could barely contain his perverted grin. “So then what, master? What can I do to become a better servant for you?”
“It’s not about what you can do. It's about what I’m going to do.”
“Master…”
“Hurry up and spit it out.” Hajime felt sweat beading on his forehead.
Suddenly, Nagito went on his knees and grabbed Hajime’s hips. He trembled while looking up at Hajime with a look of desire.
“Punish me, master. Please.”
Hajime felt his entire body tense up. He felt his pants grow tighter.
“You’re being awfully needy.” He muttered, trying to avoid Nagito’s gaze.
Nagito nodded eagerly. “Please master…I need you.”
“Is that so?” Hajime swallowed hard. “Then I suppose I’ll punish my little kitten accordingly.”
The two men quickly made their way to the bed. It was a blur of pleasure and desire. Hajime and Nagito both felt as though they had lost their minds during their session, and they could barely remember their own names.
By the end of it, Nagito lay next to Hajime, sweaty and thirsty for air. He turned to face his boyfriend.
“Hajime…that felt so good.”
Hajime took in a big gulp of air. “Yeah. It did.”
Nagito searched for Hajime’s hand under the bedsheets. When he found it, he grabbed it tightly. “I know we do this quite a bit. But today felt different. I think today was my favorite.”
“Is that so?” Hajime moved his thumb around Nagito’s hand. He had no idea what he did differently. He usually approached Nagito’s kink in the same way. He would put on a “tough guy” act and boss Nagito around. Eventually, they would get intimate. What was so different about today?
“Mhm. Today felt super, super good. It’s baffling to think that me, an unfortunate piece of trash, would deserve such treatment!”
Hajime cleared his throat. “Stop talking about yourself like that. And anyways, you only got that treatment because you were misbehaving.”
“Even if I wasn’t misbehaving,” Nagito sat up and stretched. “You’d still take pleasure in giving me that treatment, right?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Hajime groaned as he reluctantly sat up to face Nagito.
Nagito giggled and turned his face away. “Pitiful as it seems…you’re into what I’m into as well, aren’t you? You’re into the same repulsive display of affection as me! How awful…it seems as though my misfortune has infected you. And soon, you’ll become as gross as me. It’s my fault, isn’t it?”
Hajime gasped and lowered his head, hiding his bright red face. “N-No! That’s not it at all! I just…I’m just doing what you asked, that’s all. You told me you wanted to be treated like a cat or dog or…whatever, right? I don’t know jack about this stuff, I’m only playing into what you want!”
Nagito’s giggles then turned into full on laughter. When his fit subsided, he gave Hajime a kiss on the cheek and sank into bed. “You’re cute, Hajime.”
Hajime sighed, returning to his original position. “Not true. You’re the cute one.”
“You’re the tsundere.”
“And you’re the ‘kitty cat’.” Hajime retorted.
Nagito let out a loud, dramatic moan. “Oh Hajime! If you keep saying things like that then I’ll…Ah...”
“Don’t wanna hear it!” Hajime instinctively grabbed a pillow and whacked it across Nagito’s face. His face was already burning from Nagito’s previous remarks. If this continued, Hajime feared that his body temperature would reach concerning heights.
After processing what had happened to him, Nagito snatched the same pillow from Hajime’s hands and smacked him. “Hey, that wasn’t so nice now, was it?”
“It’s not nice to take what doesn’t belong to you.” Hajime replied, slowly taking another pillow.
“It was just self-defense!” Nagito whined. Without thinking, Hajime slapped him again. This time, Nagito clumsily tumbled off the bed.
“You’ll pay for this, Hajime.” Nagito jokingly warned. “I’m done playing fair.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see.” Hajime grunted.
With that, Nagito and Hajime engaged in a friendly pillow fight, repeatedly smacking each other back and forth. It lasted for a while, before the two eventually grew weary.
The two young men were exhausted. This entire late afternoon was a rollercoaster for them. Their faces were rosy and hot, with sweat trickling down their foreheads. They struggled to catch their breaths. Their rapid heartbeats synced as they stared each other down.
“Man, I’m tired.” Hajime wiped sweat off his face.
Nagito hummed. “Same here. My head aches a little.”
Hajime reached his hand to stroke the back of Nagito’s head. “Did I hit you too hard?”
“A little.”
“Ah. I’m sorry, I kinda…I got out of control.”
Nagito closed his eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry Hajime, it's fine. I deserve all the pain that comes my way.”
“Come on, Nagito!” Hajime groaned. “Stop saying all that crap about yourself. You know none of that is true.”
“But it is, I’m afraid. And for that reason, I will leave my headache as is.”
Hajime frowned. “Oh no you won’t.”
“Oh yes I will.”
Hajime inhaled sharply, bracing for impact.
“Is that so? Then it would appear that you’ve learned nothing from your punishment. How shameful.”
He crossed his fingers, hoping not to send Nagito into another craze.
Nagito stuttered. “I…I didn’t…”
“I don’t care. You will get medicine for your headache right now. That’s an order. Do you understand?”
Seeing Nagito’s blank face, Hajime bit his lip.
“Kitten?”
As if by magic, Nagito perked up. “Yes, understood. I’ll look for something. I suppose Mikan has things for headaches.”
Hajime nodded. “Good. Now you go and do that. When you’re done, come back so I can treat you.”
“Alright.” Nagito gave Hajime a final kiss on the nose, and headed to the door. “I’ll be back. Bye Hajime!”
“Bye Nagito!” Hajime let out a sigh of relief and sank into his bed. He loved his boyfriend more than anything, but he sure was hard to take care of.
He closed his eyes and rested, when a sudden realization forced his eyes open. “Wait a second.”
Hajime scanned around the room in a panic. He checked the bed, under the covers, on the surfaces, and behind every corner. Hajime then slapped his forehead. The ears and tail were nowhere to be found.
So Nagito was most likely still walking around with them on.
How embarrassing.
“He’ll deal with that issue on his own.” Hajime forced himself to say. “Anyways, it's not like anything’ll happen because of it. Everyone already sees him as a weirdo, so it won’t be a big deal.”
With that, Hajime resumed his rest, and eventually fell into a conflicted slumber.