Hashirama Senju was not a man to complain, and even as he trudged home from what was a particularly stressful day at the hospital, he found no reasons for himself to complain about anything. Not even about the unruly arm fracture patient who simply refused to let anyone near her for a whole hour, wasting valuable time. Or the constant nagging of worried relatives and lovers.
Glancing up to the sky, he sighed lightly. The dark grey clouds were rolling in fast and soon enough it was likely to rain. He hoped he'd be able to get home before it did. It had been a sunny day, and on such days umbrellas were forgotten. He hummed lightly, continuing to walk down the road, looking up to the street he was going down. It was a pleasant enough area, and he decided it would be really great if he could get to his home and just relax, and forget about his work until the time came for him to go back and start another day of helping out those who were injured or ill. He forgot why he went into medicine, but it was rewarding, even with the stressful, busy days.
It was then that a sound had invaded his ears, causing him to pause in his walking and look around for the source. It was the yowling and mewling of a cat, mixed with the sound of a man. Said man sounded rather intoxicated, and even so, Hashirama rushed to the scene, his eyes widening with shock. There was a man with a broken, blood-stained bottle, cornering a large, black and fluffy cat. This cat was hissing, ears back and fur standing on end, though it was shifting its weight onto its left side as it arched its back.
The man was yelling something incoherently, and Hashirama frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Um, excuse me… sir…" He frowned slightly, watching as the drunken man glared at him. "Maybe you should leave, go home. You're clearly drunk, and it's causing disturbances." Hashirama assumed what he hoped was his most intimidating look. The man backed off, dropping the bottle and ambling away, still mumbling drunkenly. Hashirama sighed, rolling his eyes and muttering something before crouching down to the cat's level, holding out a hand slowly, making sure to assume a stance that showed he meant no harm to the feline.
He winced as the feline swiped at him, though he remained gentle in how he handled the scared animal. "Hey now," Hashirama gently reached up to pet the cat by its ears, scratching behind them softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, you know. I just want to help you, okay…?" The feline pawed at the brunette's hands, staring at him distrustfully. A yowl left the cat's mouth as it was picked up, struggling and wiggling around in the other's arms. Hashirama sighed lightly, gently stroking the long fur. He could feel that the cat was skinny, underneath all the slightly-tangled black fur.
"Easy now, I'm just gonna take you inside so I can help you out." The cat just huffed a little, putting his head down on the shoulder of the man who was carrying it home. Hashirama chuckled. "Aw, are you tired, kitty?" He asked gently, wincing once more as the feline swiped at his face. The cat yowled loudly, ruby hues narrowing as it glared at the human. "Okay, okay," Hashirama sighed, though he remained smiling. "Just don't be too much of a bratty kitty, okay? I don't want to have to clean up all the mess."
Once he had unlocked the door and opened it, the cat jumped out of his arms, yelping as it landed on the ground. Hashirama watched as it limped around, following it before gently lifting the feline onto the table. The black cat kept his ears back as the other looked over it, occasionally letting out a hiss and clawing at the other as the other probed its injuries.
Hashirama made notes of where he had touched that made the cat hiss, before attending to those injuries calmly. "You're kinda vicious, kitty…" He tickled under the feline's chin. The cat purred slightly, before acting almost offended at being caught purring. Hashirama laughed softly, going to shuffle in his cupboards until he found a can of tuna.
He showed the feline the can, smiling warmly as the cat became eager, ears flicking up and eyes going wide. Hashirama opened the can, putting the tuna into a bowl and setting it down before the cat. The feline rubbed its face against the brunette's hand, before turning its attention to the bowl, which held the food it had needed. It ate all of the tuna, before sitting back and purring gently, licking its lips.
Hashirama smiled brightly, happy to see the cat had calmed down somewhat. "You seem alright, kitty," He stated gently, reaching a hand out to ruffle the cat's fur. "But you need brushing. Your fur is all messy." With a nod, Hashirama went off into another room. The cat just tilted its head as it watched this somewhat eccentric man rush around.
Then, suddenly, the cat was lifted and placed into the lap of Hashirama. "Sorry if this hurts a little, kitty, but you probably want to feel all nice and neat. Cats are clean, fastidious creatures. Or so I was told," He started to brush through the cat's fur, being as gentle as possible, though the fluffy young animal yowled and struggled every time the brush caught in a tangle of fur.
After a short while, it became clear that the feline's fur was slightly matted, and needed to be trimmed. Hashirama reached for some scissors, gently trimming the cat's fur and brushing through it, pleased to see that the feline was accepting the grooming now that it wasn't having brushes tangled in its fur. After a while, he set the cat back down, going to sweep up the fur.
The cat was content to watch the other sweep up all the dark fur that littered the ground, though with its full belly and tiring day, it was growing quite tired. That much had become quite obvious to Hashirama, as he threw the swept-up fur into the bin, going over to gently lift up the cat, petting it gently. "Well, I suppose you wanna go to sleep now, huh?" The feline yawned widely, before resting itself against the human's chest. It had grown slightly more comfortable with the other's presence, though it had every intention on sneaking out once it had the chance. Just after it had taken a nice, peaceful rest.
Hashirama just hummed lightly, carrying the cat up to bed, letting the feline hop down onto the soft material. He laughed softly at the feline's sudden confusion, the cat shifting around on the bedding, a confused meow leaving its lips. Hashirama got himself ready for bed, laying down. He yawned and settled himself down, before drifting off to sleep. The cat moved slowly, to sit on the other's stomach. It curled up slightly, nuzzling and kneading down on the other's stomach, before the feline drifted off to sleep.