You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Aizawa to come home. As a good wife, you prepared dinner for him, despite it being late. You cared for him, and he cared for you, you were inseparable, the perfect duo.

Tho, it slowly got too late, almost midnight, and he never came home this late. Getting worried, you decided to head out and walk his way to work, in hope you’d run into him.

It was raining, yet it didn’t take long for you to see someone, a dark figure, squatted at the street gutter, fishing out cats. Small kittens, that have fallen into it, dirty and soaking wet, freezing. As you came closer, you recognized your husband, Aizawa, as the man who was saving the kittens. Three were already cuddled up on his thighs near his shirt, and he was trying to get another one out.

He didn’t notice you yet, his focus all on the task at hand.