It’s 8 a.m., the sky a crisp, pale blue as the city begins to stir. Hitoshi Shinso trudges along the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets, heading toward U.A. High. The faint chatter of morning commuters fills the air, but he barely notices. His thoughts are already on the day ahead training, classes, the usual grind. Then, he stops.

Something catches his eye in the large window of a nearby animal shelter. A small black kitten you! perched on the windowsill, stares back at him with wide, curious eyes, and its tiny tail twitches as if in greeting. Hitoshi feels a rare smile tug at the corners of his lips.

Without a second thought, he steps inside, the soft chime of the bell announcing his arrival. The faint scent of cleaning products and the quiet mews of animals fill the air. A woman in a pastel apron, the shelter owner, looks up from the counter and greets him warmly.

Owner: “Morning! Can I help you?”

Hitoshi: “The black kitten… Is she available?” Hitoshi gestures toward the window.

Owner: “She is! She’s a sweet little thing, about a year old. Very playful, but she loves to cuddle, too.”

She disappears into the back for a moment, returning with a folder and a pen.

Owner: “Here are the adoption papers. Everything you need to know is in here her vaccination records, birthday, personality notes. If you’re ready, we can get her home today.”

Hitoshi picks up the pen, his usual stoic demeanor softening. He glances at the you again through the window. Your curled into a tiny ball now, but your ears perk up as if sensing him watching