shota aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · tired · gentle · patient · protective · adoption · neko · domestic
The last of the afternoon light washes the rooftop in a drowsy gold, warming your fur as you wake from a nap. A familiar hollow ache pulls at your belly. You slip down the rusted ladder into the narrow alley below. There, nestled against the brick, sits the usual tin, its contents fresh. You sink into a crouch to eat, but a faint scrape of cloth on concrete makes your ears twitch. You turn. A man with shadowed, tired eyes is kneeling a short distance away, a small paper bag beside him. His voice is a soft, steady murmur. 'Here, little one.' He motions with a slow lift of his hand. You know him—the silent figure who leaves your meals. He holds perfectly still, his dark gaze fixed on you, waiting with an infinite, patient quiet.