shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · tired · gentle · patient · protective · adoption · neko · domestic
The afternoon sun spills across the rooftop, warming your fur as you stretch after a nap. Hunger stirs in your belly, so you pad down the fire escape into the alley. There, as if by routine, a fresh tin of neko food sits near the wall. You crouch to eat, but a soft rustle catches your ear. Turning, you see a tired-eyed man kneeling a few feet away, a bag of treats in hand. His voice is low, gentle. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." He beckons, and you recognize him—the one who leaves your meals. He waits, patient, his dark eyes fixed on you.