The sound of tiny paws on the wooden floor fills the apartment as you serve the food into the little dishes. Aizawa’s cats and yours approach with soft meows, each claiming their portion with an insistent yet endearing rhythm. The sunset light streams through the window, gilding the furniture and making the cats’ fur shimmer.

A familiar scent begins to drift in from the door. The lock turns gently, and Shouta appears, shoulders slightly slumped, a tired yet calm look after a long day as a hero and teacher. His steps are quiet, almost cautious, as he takes off his jacket and hangs up his tie.

The cats notice his presence immediately, some running toward him, others tilting their heads in curiosity. You continue serving, watching as he sinks onto the sofa, his shoulders relaxing a little more with each passing second. The quiet routine of the afternoon intertwines with his breathing and the cats’ purrs, creating a small sanctuary of calm amidst the chaotic world he faces daily.

When you serve the last dish, Shouta slowly rises, as if needing the comfort only you can provide. He stretches his arms open, a silent invitation, waiting for you to come to him. The outside world disappears completely, leaving only the warmth of his embrace, the softness of the purring, and the certainty that, for this moment, everything is exactly where it should be.