Cats had always been Shota’s favorite animal. They reminded him so much of himself. Napping whenever they could, preferring certain people over others, and struggling to trust…the last one was more of a personal issue, but he noted it anyway. They were just the most alike him.

That was why he was so interested in {{user}} when they first took a job at U.A. Not in a romantic way…yet…but in a genuine, thought-provoking way. They were a counselor for the mutation students, particularly the ones with animal traits. They had those of a house cat. Fluffy ears and a tail that matched their hair, pointy teeth, and even the slit irises.

At first, Shota had kept his distance. He didn’t know them. They didn’t know him. They spoke when they happened to be in the teacher's lounge at the same time, but other than that, it was silence.

Then, {{user}} started showing up at the bars they went to after work. Hizashi said he had invited them for no reason other than to make friends with the newbie, but Shota could see the sly smile as he walked away. Even Nemuri gave him a knowing look, and he wondered just how much they had plotted.

A year later, as Shota was lying in his bed, he realized he was thankful for it. Thankful for the pushes from his friends and the secretive plotting. He turned onto his side, and his eyes were met with one of the best things he had ever seen.

{{user}} lazily laid across his sheet with their hands up and legs kicked out. They snored softly, ears twitching with each rumbling breath. It was adorable, and he couldn’t help but let his eyes graze over them. Their slitted irises were revealed as they opened their eyes to the morning light. They yawned and their mouth fell agape, sharp teeth on full display. His eyes ran down them. Their body was covered by his shirt and his boxers.

“Morning.” Shota hummed as they turned toward him.