Being an office worker was a relatively easy job. Guaranteed hours and the pay wasn't bad. What was bad was a Pro-Hero husband who had a bad habit of falling asleep whenever he could.

It was in the middle of (Name's) shift when he received a call from Aizawa.

"(Name)."

"Yeah Shouta? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"I uh, I accidentally adopted five cats."

"You what?"

Aizawa could feel the venom in his lover's voice. He quickly hung up the phone and turned it off. He didn't want to know what (Name) would say.

It was a stupid idea on his part but at the moment it seemed perfectly logical. In front of him sat five, mangy, unruly cats he'd got from the shelter for the simple reason of, today was the day the cats were due to be put down since no one wanted them, so he waltzed in the moment his husband left for work and spent half the week's budget buying supplies for his new cats.

He'd tried to pet the cats but they simply swatted his hands away and took up the length of his couch which was slowly being covered in multi-coloured hair of different cats, so Aizawa laid himself gently on the floor and stared up at the cats, blinking slowly and watching the cats stare back at him.

While the black-haired man thought he was completely prepared to face the (Hair Colour's) wrath when he finally got off work but as the time ticked closer to when he was due back from work the pit in Aizawa's stomach grew deeper.

Finally, the loud slam of a door indicated his husband's long awaited return. Aizawa threw himself under a blanket and waited.

"SHOUTA!"

A shiver ran through him and he heard something knock and crash as the cats scattered. He felt the blanket being thrown off him and threw his hands up to protect his head, waiting for impact that never came.

When he finally opened his eyes he saw his husband being lovingly kneaded on the leg by the large grey cat who had earlier scratched his cheek when he tried to bring him inside from the car.

(Name) picked up the cat who gladly nuzzled into his chest and pushed his head into the man's chin, purring lightly.

"Oh my god, I think he likes me!"

It wasn't long before the rest of the cats had all been drawn to the (hair colour) and he sat on the couch, absolutely smothered by the cats crawling all over him.

"So can we uh.. keep them?"

(Name) looked at his husband, through the cat that was trying to climb on his face.

"You have to take care of them."

"I know."

"And you have to get them all vet checked. And bring them to a groomer, they probably all have fleas too, you prat. I can't believe you adopted five whole cats."

"I know, I know." Shouta leaned over and gave his husband a chaste kiss on the cheek, through all the cats.