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Fumikage felt that he was lucky, having found a job such as this.
Cat cafes were quiet, this one even had a book corner, though the paperbacks were old and battered by the little feline residents.
And the owner was a nice guy, one that saw Fumikage’s pins on his messenger bag during the interview and had next asked what his favorite MCR song was. The rest of the interview was a wonderful musical discussion from punk rock to alternative, to gothic metal to emo. Shinsou-san was older than Fumikage, yes, what with him being a business owner with eyebags for days, while Fumikage was barely out of school and trying to scrap together enough to make rent.
He wouldn't be struggling so much if he had a quirk suitable for heroics, but he just had a bird head, and the world wasn’t that kind to people like him.
Shinsou-san was a real savior, though, not only offering Fumikage a job, but also finding him a new tiny apartment the moment Fumikage’s old landlord decided that heteromorphs should pay more than the usual rent, since they made him lose other clients with their monstrous appearance.
“You’re not a monster, Tokoyami-kun. You’re cute.” Shinsou-san had comforted him when he’d found Fumikage crying in the staff restroom before his shift. The man had used his big hands to hold Fumikage’s face gently, thumbs swiping the tears off his feathers and petting them down after he was done. Shinsou-san had even leaned down and placed a kiss on Fumikage’s forehead, making all his previously soothed feathers puff up in delighted embarrassment.
“Do you want to show everyone how cute you are?” Shinsou-san had asked with that devilishly handsome grin of his. Fumikage had nodded in the man’s hands.
And that’s how he had ended up wearing a maid dress for his job ever since, which was a bit embarrassing, but the skirt did reach his knees, and whenever he sat down it made for a perfect cushion for cats to nap on.
One cat in particular, one that was solid black and could have a temper sometimes, had taken a liking to Fumikage, and he felt extremely privileged by this. It didn’t matter if Dark Shadow seemed intent to make him trip, twining between his legs as he worked, or how much black fur he insisted on shedding on Fumikage’s white apron. That was his cat, in his mind.
“They have asked to adopt Dark Shadow out of the cafe.” Shinsou-san words stabbed Fumikage through the heart, shattering his mind and world.
“N-no, please, sir. They c-can’t...” Except they could. Cats from the cafe were adopted all the time. Fumikage would even have adopted the cat himself, if it wasn’t for the fact that he made just enough to pay rent to Shinsou-san for his tiny apartment and groceries for himself.
Shinsou-san had gathered him in his arms, giving him a comforting hug. “Don’t worry, Tokoyami-kun. I know how much he means to you. I said no, Dark Shadow is staying.”
And Fumikage had sobbed in relief, head buried in his employer’s shirt. Shinsou-san really was his savior, in more ways than one, he didn’t know if he could ever pay the man back.
He found out not a week later that he could.
Now Fumikage muffles his sobs with his own hand in the staff restroom, pressed as he is against the mirror, one leg thrown over the sink to leave him splayed open, maid skirt ruffled up and pushed to the side.
“Shh, shh, Fumi-chan, you don’t want to worry Dark Shadow, do you?” Shinsou-san chuckles evilly in Fumikage’s ear, but it’s not enough to completely cover the distressed meowing and scratching at the door as the cat who has taken Fumikage as his human senses that something is off.
“Come on, Fumi-chan, don’t cry.” Shinsou-san mocks as he drags his cock in and out of Fumikage. At least today he isn’t trying to make him like it too. “A hardworking girl like you, you must know you have to use everything you have to make ends meet. And this pretty pussy of yours just pays for what you can’t afford otherwise.”
It’s a cloaca, Fumikage would like to say, all part of his shameful, useless bird quirk. If only he had a quirk meant for heroism, he wouldn’t be here, raped once again by his ass of a boss, unable to save even himself, unable to even comfort the only being that cares for him, the black cat on the other side of the door.
But Fumikage is not like that, he’s not a hero, he’s just a stupid boy who fell into the spider trap and now can’t even call the police on his boss or he would be homeless, jobless, and without Dark Shadow too.
Shinsou-san holds all the cards and he knows it, and he delights in reminding Fumikage of it too, as his thrusts gain speed and force.
“Remember, Fumi-chan, the world is twisted and no one else will want you. I gave you a respectable job.” His cock grinds up and deep in Fumikage. “I gave you a house in a nice part of town, none of those heteromorphs slums where you wouldn’t even get to your front door without being robbed and used in every other dirty alleyway.” His cock throbs and jerks as Shinsou-san’s hands dig bruises in his hips, certainly picturing the disgusting scenario in his head. “I even take care of your cat, you ungrateful little thing, and you protest when I ask these simple favors from you?”
The man loves spinning these little lies, because they’re all based on a simple truth: he owns everything in Fumikage’s life, and he could just as easily take it away.
“N-no, sir,” Fumikage forces out, sadly used to this by now. “I’m sorry, I’ll– I’ll do what you say.”
“Mmm, that’s better. Now, what do good girls say?”
He’s panting, close, this will be over soon. Fumikage closes his eyes a moment before forcing himself to meet those of his boss in the mirror.
“P-please, sir. Cum in me, fill my p-pussy. You d-do a lot f-for me. Let me– nng, let me do this for you!”
“Good girl.”
And Shinsou-san forces himself in until he’s hitting the end of Fumikage and shooting hot cum inside him. Fumikage shudders in the man’s arms, letting out a mournful coo.
“Shh shh, I know,” Shinsou-san pats a hand over Fumikage’s ruffled feathers, all lax and sedated. “I love it too, sweet bird.”
His boss pulls out soon after, letting Fumikage crumple to the ground while he adjusts his jacket and hair instead.
“Do clean up in here, Tokoyami-kun. The break is almost over, we’ll have clients again soon. Maybe grab a bite? You seem a little too thin lately, and you never were big to begin with.”
That’s because he can’t stomach anything after his encounters with Shinsou-san, sometimes for the whole day. At least, that is all money he can save to finally move out from under Shinsou-san influence. One day, hopefully.
Shinsou-san opens the door just enough to slip out, throwing a “break’s over in 12, later!” over his shoulder, before the wood clicks shut behind him once more.
Fumikage lies there broken and alone for only a second, though, because immediately he gets a lap full of black cat, Dark Shadow meowing loudly in his face. Ah, he must have slipped in so quickly and quietly, smart cat.
Fumikage gathers the little creature in his arms and fights back tears.
Right. No time to lose. Fumikage has dealt with this before and he can do it now. For Dark Shadow, if nothing else.
Because maybe Fumikage can’t be a hero, but if he could save himself and this little creature that means the world to him from just one depraved man, then maybe, maybe it would be enough.