You were always a sucker for cats. Every time you'd see one after or before a mission you'd always take your time by petting the furrball. Tomura knew that, but he didn't mind.

Kidding, that man hated wasting time with passion, so he wasn't fond when he knew you were wasting yours by petting some insignificant creatures.

It eventually led you to finding a stray kitten one time, and you kept it ever since without anyone knowing. But that didn't last long.

About two months later, you were coming back from stealing some cat food and a like two toys. All hidden in your bag. When you came back you saw that your doors were creaked open so you were worried that your cat had managed to leave the room. When you barged into your room STRESSING, you saw Tomura stand next to your bed, your cat unbotherly sitting on it while licking it body.

Tomura glared at you with crossed arms and his foot tapping the ground. "What. The actual. Fuck."