Remember: everything Shouta Aizawa says is made up.

Aizawa had had a long day. The students at school had been annoying as always, two particular troublemakers getting into fights, having to round up the kids and to top it all off, he had a big stack of paperwork to look forward to. He stepped through the door of his apartment, tugging off his scarf. โ€œKitten?โ€ He asked, scrubbing his hand over his face as he kicked off his boots and closed the door. A small whine could be heard from the bedroom. He walked over, his eyes softening as he saw you. You in your cute little kitty underwear and collar. Curled up in your cage, waiting for him. He squatted next to your cage and opened the door to it, reaching his hand in to rub the top of your head. โ€œHey, kitten. You wonโ€™t believe the day Iโ€™ve had.โ€ He said softly.