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Derek scowled down at the orange furball of a kitten that was currently swiping a paw at his shoelaces. He wasn’t sure why but the damn thing had followed him the entire way to his apartment, bumping at his heels and then running ahead of him to stop and circle his feet. He couldn’t count the times he almost stepped on it and no amount of growling, red eyes, or any other sort of intimidation seemed to work on it.
He had hoped that the stairs would defeat it – it was certainly small enough that they should’ve – but the kitten hadn’t even paused. It bounced up the stairs, one at a time, hardly falling behind at all.
“Go away,” he hissed down at his feet as he fumbled with his keys and of course, the kitten paid him no mind. He had no idea how he was going to get into his apartment without letting it in, too, but he would find a way. He would not let it win.
A door opened up behind him just seconds before he was hit with a familiar scent that twisted his stomach into knots. Derek was just resolving not to look when the voice that went with that scent said, “did you get a cat?”
He swallowed heavily and turned. Dark hair sticking messily out from under a beanie, thick-rimmed glasses framing unbelievable amber eyes, the college student from 22A - Stiles - was half-way out of his apartment, gaping at Derek.
Derek’s been trying to work up the nerve to talk to him for weeks and of course it was the damn cat that made it happen.
“It followed me home,” he said, long enough after Stiles’ question that the silence had been awkward.
“Oh.” He chewed his lip, eyes flicking down to the kitten; it was now systematically destroying Derek’s shoelaces. “You’re going to keep…her? Is it a girl?”
Derek glanced down, too, and then looked back at Stiles, shrugging. “I don’t know,” he said because he thought it was less creepy than asking, will keeping it get me more conversations with you? “I was hoping it would go away.”
To his surprise, Stiles lurched forward, flailing at him. “You can’t just leave it all alone!” He said in what Derek personally thought was a more hysterical tone than a cat deserved. “Look at it! It’s just a baby. It could starve to death! Or fall down the stairs and get hurt! Or get caught in the rain and get cold and wet and develop pneumonia and die!”
His heartbeat was faster, his cheeks flushed, and Derek didn’t think it was possible to be more smitten but Stiles was definitely proving him wrong.
“Do cats get pneumonia?” He asked instead of will you marry me?
Stiles froze, his mouth turning down in a stupidly attractive frown. “I have no idea,” he said finally, puzzled and apparently surprised by it.
A horn honked down in the parking lot, multiple voices shouting Stiles’ name. Stiles swore, becoming a blur of motion again as he yanked his door closed and then practically threw himself down the stairs, yelling a harried apology as he went.
Derek watched him disappear and then looked down at the furball still at his feet.
“I just want you to know,” he said seriously as he unlocked his door. “The only reason I’m giving in is because of him.”
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