Minato wakes up at three in the morning in a panic—the fire alarm is going off, but he can't smell any smoke, so, he assumes in his half-asleep state, which must be extra ultra bad. He rolls out of bed and runs into the kitchen when he sees that Ryoji isn't lying next to him because for all he knows his boyfriend is trying to grab a midnight snack before he goes to wake him up and get him out of the house. His feet hurt a little, rushing down the stairs like that, but he doesn't mind too much.
When he turns the corner he realizes that the fire alarm is not going off. He squints, questioning himself (everyone else in the apartment buildings would've gotten up and theirs would've been going off too and Ryoji would drop his midnight snack if it meant Minato) and then suddenly, when he lays his eyes on the thing clawing at a bright yellow scarf while it meows desperately, he's much more awake than he was before.
"Ryoji," he says softly, "I thought I told you we were never going to get a cat."
Ryoji turns around with a look of slight surprise on his face, the tiny kitten still making its mock-fire alarm noise, and he starts laughing nervously. "I kept hearing something from the garage," he tries to explain, "so I went to go check it out and here he was! I was gonna take him to the animal society tomorrow, swear to God!"
"Ever," Minato says, more slowly, as if Ryoji did not hear a word he just said and he did not hear a word Ryoji just said.
Ryoji holds the kitten a little closer and makes a tiny mewing noise like it's supposed to make Minato feel bad.