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A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words... And I've Got Dozens

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"Um, Toshi..." Shouta studies his boyfriend's face for a moment. "Are those baby clothes?"

The blond nods, "Indeed they are, Shouta-kun!" He shows him a miniature gray suit, complete with a tiny red and white polkadot clip-on tie. "Isn't this just adorable? I can't believe I was able to find one so similar to his!"

Shouta blinks. He has to admit, the tiny suit is cute. "Okay, allow me to rephrase that. Why do you have," tired onyx eyes dart around the room, counting the various reusable bags that were filled to bursting with baby clothes and various other accessories, "twelve bags full of baby clothes?" 

"They're for my godson, of course." Toshinori replies, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world and not news that Shouta was hearing for the first time in... well, ever. "I'll admit that I may have gotten a bit carried away, but he's just so adorable that I couldn't help myself! Just look at this one!" He holds up a tiny gray onesie that reads 'Feed Me You Peasants'. 

"I wasn't aware that you had a godson." To be perfectly honest, as awful as it sounds, he wasn't aware that Toshinori was close enough to anyone to be asked to be a godparent...

"Oh, yes. And what a sweet little boy he is! He'll be turning three this year!" Shouta wonders if now would be an appropriate time to tell the blond that infant-sized clothing will definitely not fit a growing toddler. His knowledge regarding small children is admittedly limited, but he knows at least that much. "Would you like to see a picture?"

Before Shouta has time to respond, Toshinori is setting aside the clothing in order to fish out his phone. "Uh, sure..."

It doesn't take the retired hero long to find the picture. In it, Toshinori's former sidekick is staring into the camera with his signature surly expression, dressed in what easily has to be the most horrendous ugly Christmas sweater that Shouta has ever had the misfortune of laying eyes upon. And he's holding... a cat. A cat, who is wearing the exact same sweater as its owner, and looking so very pleased about it that Shouta would gingerly recommend that the hero sleep with one eye open for the foreseeable future. He wonders, absently, if Foresight works on animals, only to dismiss the thought almost immediately. Even if it did, Mirai would likely dismiss the idea as an irresponsible use of his Quirk and leave it at that. 

So Toshinori's godson is a cat. That is an unexpectedly adorable revelation. And it makes so much more sense for Toshinori to be purchasing baby clothes for a three-year-old cat than for a three-year-old human. Toshinori flips through the pictures, happily babbling on about the wondrous little (well, not so little... that is one chonky fuzzball; Mirai is certainly feeding him well) furchild. Mirai is spectacularly unphotogenic, and the cat is right there with him, the heat of their twin glares seemingly intensifying tenfold with each passing photograph. Shouta is more than a bit impressed by the fact that they're wearing matching outfits in every... single... photo. He's only met Mirai a handful of times, but he could've sworn the man only owned one outfit: that gray suit.

"Oh, Shouta-kun! You like cats, don't you?" It's a weird question, considering that Toshinori has met both of his cats, but he shrugs and nods, regardless. "Would you like to come with me to deliver the presents for Sir Cateye? He might not look it, but he's super friendly and he likes meeting new... what's so funny?"

Shouta cannot help the sharp bark of laughter he lets out upon hearing the cat's name, "No wonder the cat looks so pissed off! Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to name the cat Sir Cateye?"

Toshinori sniffles, looking horribly wounded by Shouta's laughter. "Um... that would be me."

Shouta immediately sobers up, offering Toshinori a comforting pat on the shoulder. "And it's a lovely name. Truly. I'm sure that there are dozens of cats that would be honored to have such a... oh god, I can't even say it with a straight face." He doubles over, laughter bubbling up anew. Toshinori cannot even bring himself to be all that upset - after all, it's a rare occurrence that he gets to witness Shouta laugh so freely.

"Ahh... I'd just thought that it would be a cute play on words, you know? Sir Nighteye, and his trusty feline companion, Sir Cateye." Clearly, Mirai had liked it, since he'd chosen it as the cat's name. Or maybe he was just too thrilled at the idea of All Might himself taking the time to come up with a name for his cat that it didn't really matter how dumb the name was...

Shouta smiles, "It's adorable and so are you." He presses a kiss to the crease in Toshinori's brow, before looking at the bags scattered around the room once more. "I think you might've gone a teensy bit overboard buying all of this for just one cat, though."

"Nonsense!" Toshinori grins, a hint of mischief flickering in his bright blue eyes. "Half of these are for Mirai. I have to keep my collection of Daddy-Kitty pictures growing, after all."