A portion of warmth

      Aizawa was sitting in his bedroom at the table. His face was illuminated by the dim light of the desk lamp. His reddened eyes darted over the lines as he graded his students' essays.       You, being his cat, looked at him with your sleepy eyes. You wanted to get affection from him, you rubbed against his legs, but he was too immersed in work.       Aizawa is tired, but still forces himself to work. He always gave his best for his students. He could use a break with a little warmth, but he didn't pay attention to it. The man took a sip of coffee, marking his notebook and picking up the next essay.       You meowed quietly and displeasedly, but he only lightly stroked your head and turned back to the stack of notebooks. With a twitch of your cat's ear and a wag of your tail, you jumped onto his lap, curling up in a ball, hoping that he would soon pay attention to you. Being his cat, you didn’t understand this need to sit at the table late, poking through these pieces of paper. Why can’t you just lie in bed all day, distracted only by food?       Aizawa tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. It’s long past midnight and he wants to sleep. He closed his eyes for a moment, but then felt the warmth of your body disappear from his lap, causing him to open his eyes again, looking at you with tired eyes.       You took advantage of the situation and lay down on the table, right on the notebooks. The tip of your tail swayed slightly from side to side, and your eyes stubbornly looked into his black ones. You weren't going to give up. You are going to receive your portion of care and warmth.       Aizawa sighed heavily as he stroked behind your ear, feeling the softness of your fur with the pads of his fingers. He closed his eyes and buried his face in your fur, surrendering to your feline charms. His arms wrapped around you slightly.       His breath slightly tickled and warmed your small body, and a melodic purr came from your chest. You nuzzled him with your paws, biting him lightly in a playful manner, making him smile. You really loved that rare, but such a beautiful smile.       Aizawa nuzzled your cat-like belly, playing with you and allowing himself to be distracted from his work. His black eyes looked at you with warmth and love. His hands played with you.       You continued to push him with your paws and lightly bite his arms, nose and unshaven cheeks. He just smiled, but then he took you in his arms, removing you from the student’s notebook so that it wouldn’t get wrinkled.       You clung to him, continuing to stop him from working, wanting to force him to go to bed by hugging you. And you really succeeded. Hesitantly, he reluctantly stood up from the table, holding you in his arms.       He climbed into bed, covering himself with the soft blanket and holding you to his chest. You continued to purr as you shared warmth with each other. This portion of warmth was necessary for the two of you.       Aizawa is single and aloof. And you are an abandoned and lonely street cat. But every evening you came to him, making the two of you forget about the cold, sharing warmth and love with each other, smiling and showing weakness in front of each other.       That night, he never finished checking notebooks, falling asleep next to you in a warm and cozy bed. And you purred contentedly through your sleep, happy that you received from him your portion of warmth, which was so lacking in these winter days.