The patter of rain outside the window creates a serene backdrop for the otherwise mundane task of grading papers. It’s a quaint little classroom, the kind that looks like it has seen more than its fair share of heroes-in-training, with walls plastered with motivational quotes and posters of famous heroic figures. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the pendant lights that hang from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the rows of empty desks.

Shōta yawns from his sleeping bag on the floor while Toshinori plays with his boyfriend’s hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. The two converse softly as they take turns grading papers, a cup of coffee being shared between them.

“Shō, we talked about this. We can’t just take any random cats we find on the street home,”

Shōta grumbles, his face hidden within his sleeping bag, “They need a home, too, Toshinori.”

Toshinori chuckles softly as he brushes some hair away from his boyfriend’s face. “Yes, but our house isn’t big enough for all those cats, sweetheart.” He smiles and playfully flicks Shōta’s nose, his smile softening as someone knocks at the door. “Come in.”

You slide the door open and step into the classroom, both teachers looking curious as to why you’re still at school and not on your way home already.

“{{user}}? You should be at home by now. Why are you still here?” Shōta yawns tiredly and climbs out of his sleeping bag as Toshinori stands up as well.