They knew they'd have to make adjustments to their schedules once Yamada started his new evening show.

He just… didn't expect this to be one of them.

"Pleeeeeeeeassse, Zawa?" "Daddy, please!"

Aizawa blinks down at the two six-year-olds, their eyes wide and pleading. They sound so much like Yamada in tone it is actually kind of hilarious.

And concerning.

"No." He crosses his arms. "I don't want to stay up that late, and you're too young to stay up that late." He reaches over to where he left his laptop, tilting it so they can see the screen – still displaying the radio station's website. "I've got it set up to record, we can listen to it in the morning during breakfast, okay?"

"Promise," Hitoshi says, looking between Aizawa and the screen with a very serious expression on his face.

"I promise."

"Promise on Mochi." Ochaco holds out their new kitten, a very sweet and tolerant thing, and Aizawa solemnly places his hand on her furry head.

"I promise."

When Yamada bounds into the apartment the next morning, still far too early in the morning and running on adrenaline from the show, he finds Aizawa passed out on the couch – Hitoshi tucked into space between the man and the sofa, and Ochaco sprawled across the both of them. Topping off the pile was Mochi, curled into a tight ball at Aizawa's feet. It takes Yamada a moment to realize the sound he is hearing above the soft snoring is the recording of his show from last night, playing from Shota's open laptop.

He presses his hand to his mouth, trying to muffle a joyful squeak at the sheer cuteness in front of him. He fumbles for his phone, carefully creeping closer to snap as many pictures as he can. Around the tenth one Aizawa stirs, blinking awake and scowling until he turns to peer at Hizashi over Ochaco's head.

"'Zashi?"

"Hey, Shoucchan, I'm back."

"Welcome home." Aizawa yawns. "The little monsters woke me up at dawn and demanded that we listen to your show."

Yamada grins, crouching down so he is eye-level with them. "Well, I'm glad that my favorite listeners still tune in even at that ungodly hour."