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Shouta: zashi…
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Shouu! :zashi
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Did something happen? :zashi
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Shou: no
Shou: …well, what if we got another cat?
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No. :zashi
We already have too many cats shou! :zashi
Don’t tell me you picked up another stray… :zashi
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Shou: its not a cat
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Then what is it?? :zashi
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Zashi is typing….
Aizawa's tired eyes lifted up from the worried and slightly panicked messages that hizashi is sending to the slight shift of his capture scarf, he wasn't lying when he said it wasn’t a cat, though it, or well they is cat-shaped, grunting, shouta adjects his scarf more securely around himself and his shivering charge when a rather strong gust of snow-covered wind warps around them.
Sighing, shota types out a quick message, huffing at how quick hizashi replies before shoving his phone into this pocket,
Shou: don’t worry about it.
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?!?! :zashi
WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT?! :zashi
SHOTA! I swear if you bring another cat you're sleeping on the floor :zashi
Don’t you dare leave me on read mister >:(( :zashi
Read at 1:18, shou reacted with a 🙃
Feeling his lips lift up in a smile, shota ducks his head into his scarf, gloved fingers absent-mindly scratching soft ears, as his boots crunch onto snow, his thoughts flash back to how he acquired this cat-shaped kid.
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He was doing his usual patrol route, there hasn’t been any majorly active villains for a bit now, which always meant something was going to go to shit very soon, for now he is going to enjoy the quiet nights where he gets to go home earlier that expected, which means he gets more than 4 hours of sleep a night.
….sometimes he regrets becoming an underground hero. Hopping from one roof top to another, dry eyes scanning the ground below, searching for any trouble that would disturb his quiet, stress-free night.
With how high alert he is, a loud, high pitched yowl of distress could almost be a shout, pausing, aizawa searches for where the sound is coming from, despite knowing his husband wouldn’t be happy with a new cat - it isn’t like zashi didn’t like them, they already had 3…shota already kinda hit his limit to how many he could have, nevermind that one is actually hizashi’s.
But none-the-less, he finds himself dropping down into an alleyway, frowning at the shivering quality that the little guy has to their meows, they should have grown their winter coat by now…
Softing his foot-steps, the dark haired man approaches a damp card-board box, blinking in surprise on what he sees. Instead of a cat - or kitten, the one inside the box is a small human, with obvious cat traits.
The ears, tail & meows is proof of this, too tired to question this aizawa squats down, “hey little guy,” he hums, eyes tracking blue-tainted lips and fingers, the too-large clothes and skinny fame of what is surely a kid, perhaps a little over the age of getting his quirk, “can i come closer? I won’t hurt you, I promise,” quieting his voice even further the pro-hero crawls closer, not caring of the snow chilling his skin.
Though he should try and keep his body heat, the original plan was to take the poor thing to a safe pet shelter, but obviously that changed, he needs to get this kid warm, fast.
But pushing in too quickly could leave the kid frighted, and that wouldn’t do for them to lash out.
“I’m a pro hero, you're safe, you must be so cold, yea?” shota continues to speak softly, slowly getting closer when all of a sudan, a small blur latches itself to him, taken aback he falls backwards with a grunt, his arms coming up to warp around the shivering form of the kid.
Well…that was easier than expected to get the kid towards him.
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Which leads us to now, a softly purring child curled into his scarf as he speed walks home, not risking jumping from roof-top to roof-top and scaring them,
Finely, the familiar shape of his house greets him, and he quickly rushes into the house after fumbling with keys, tired black meets annoyed greenish-yellow, and pouting lips.
“Hi.”
“DON’T HI ME!” quickly he flashes his quirk, frowning up at his husband, “loud.” he says simply, fingers brushing against a furred covered hand, eyes flicking to hizash’s hearing aid for a second.
Sighing, mic grumbles, crosses his arms and speaks in a much softer voice, “sorry love, but please don’t tell me you brought another cat home…”
“Not a cat” shota says simply again, walking past his husband and into the living-room where he turns on the heater, “then what is it, if it isn’t a cat?”
He blinked, once, twice..but didn’t answer, just hummed and grabbed a few blankets to which he dumped on the floor, “shota!” ‘zashi huffs, “hm..?”
“Answer me pls,”
Instead of a verbal reply, he raches into his scarf, and gently pries the kid away, much to their protesting meows and shows them to his husband, feeling brief bit of annoyance at how words don’t seem to want to work besides the bear minimal, “found ‘em in a box”
“...shou, that's a kid..”
“Yes,”
“...how did you find a KID?!” rightfully so, hizashi panics.
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“So you're telling me, you found what you thought was a cat, but ended up being a cat-shaped kid in a BOX?” Aizawa nods his head, taking a sip of his coffee, “yes.”
“A kid, outside in a box during winter…” shota didn’t think that was a question, but regardless he nodded his head, only to huff fondly when hizashi dramatically falls back on the couch, a whine ringing around the room that has the kid looking up and letting out a questioning mrrp,
“I need a drink..”