K.I.T.T.E.N

Aizawa let a long sigh leave his lips as he sank into the large sofa his black hair spilling around him. He was worn to the bone between his teaching and weekend hero work he didn't have much time to clear his head. Everyday he spent instructing his students or reprimanding criminals. What a life it was being a hero and teacher, not what he imagined it but it was his life nonetheless. Usually he got an evening to let himself relax and for once not be in charge of something, but the usual source of this entertainment had been busy with its own things late into the night. Often returning at the hours of ten and eleven long after Aizawa had slipped into bed. That was why it startled him to hear the front door creak open an hour after he himself had returned home. Aizawa's tired eyes drifted to the hallway just past the door wondering if he was just hearing things.

"I'm home!" A voice called not long after the door shut. Aizawa got to his feet meeting the voice halfway. He casually slumped over the shoulder of the person.

"Welcome home Zashi," the black haired man relaxed happy to have the loudmouth hero home.

"Miss me that much did ya?" Hizashi pet Aizawa as he rested against his back.

"Yea," Aizawa let out tiredly getting back to his feet trudging back to the living room.

"Awe, no welcome home kiss? Come back here K.I.T.T.E.N," Aizawa had waited days to hear that word slip form the lips of his favorite blonde. Immediately he turned returning to Hizashi without any prompting he kissed the blonde far to eager than he wished to show. "There it is," Hizashi whispered against Aizawa's lips as he pulled away from the kiss. The hand wrapped in his messy black hair pulled ever so slightly, sending a slight tingle down Aizawa's spine. "Neat trick kitten, I didn't know you could stand on two legs," Aizawa didn't need to be told twice, he understood what Hizashi wanted. He went down to his knees first before resting his palms on the cold wood floor.

"Mew," the sound was gruff and unrefined, not something you would expect from the homeroom teacher. But it earned him praise, it was simple but he loved it. He loved how Hizashi leaned down and scratched under his chin. Aizawa gently rubbed against Hizashi's leg before prancing away to the bedroom to get something. He glanced over his shoulder watching Hizashi takes his place on the couch turning on the tv as he sank into the cushions. Aizawa closed the door behind him before standing walking to his side of the bed. As he sat down, he pulled out a small box that contained what he was looking for. Aizawa remembered the day Hizashi returned home holding a bag from the pet store.

'I am not wearing that,' Aizawa pointed to the black collar resting in the hand of his lover. 'What makes you think this is a good idea?'

'Come on kitten,' the dark haired man shivered as Hizashi stepped close to him nipping at his neck before whispering. 'Let's give this a try. I have a feeling you'll enjoy the release it gives you,' the hushed tone sent chills down Aizawa's spine breath hitching in his throat. He hadn't realized the sleek black collar that once rested in the hands of the blonde was now wrapped around his neck. He was pulled from his trance as Hizashi yanked on the metal loop sending Aizawa to the floor. Black orbs met the green ones staring back at him. 'I told you,'

Aizawa smiled remembering how this crazy scenario started, and to his surprise he enjoyed every second of it. It took time for him to adjust to wearing the strange get up but now there were days he almost begged to. Though his pride would never let him admit it. After a few more seconds of thought he heard the tv turn up. A sign he was taking a touch too long. Getting the memo Aizawa scooped up his hair tying it back into a messy bun, before stripping to his boxers. He reached down into the box pulling out the first item, the ears they acted like a fluffy hair accessory that clipped into his hair which he found much more enjoyable than having to untangle the headband from his wild hair. Next he pulled out the collar, still the same from once they started sleek black nothing fancy. Over time they added on more to what he wore. A tail that clipped to his boxers (useless in the end but Hizashi liked it), and lastly black wrist and ankle cuffs that could be attached together by a simple clip. With one final check he was ready, he walked to the door opening it before dropping back onto all fours.