It was one of those rare mornings when Shouta wasn’t buried in hero work or teaching duties. The apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the city outside muted by the walls. You walked into the living room, still drowsy, and stopped in your tracks at the sight in front of you. Shouta stood there with his hair loosely tied back, glasses resting on his nose, and your cat draped comfortably around his shoulders like a scarf. He had one hand lazily stroking the cat’s fur, and though his face
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