There’s a single knock on your door and you bristle immediately where you’ve huddled in your bed. You’ve told everybody to fuck off, including Dabi who was practically pink with glee when he saw your situation. Your lips curl back to snarl at whoever it is to fuck off and die when you’re stopped.

“Open the door.”

Tomura’s voice is a raspy thing, flat and almost bored, as it rings through the door. Your spine stiffens and your fingers curl into the sheets, ripping them slightly thanks to your new claws.

Claws.

It was supposed to a standard mission — get in, get the fuck out. And it had followed the pattern right until it didn’t. A snag with some assholes and wannabe villains who don’t know their own heads from their asses and here you are. Seething in the PLF’s headquarters, locked in your room, stewing and plotting the murder of that fucking idiot whose quirk has landed you like this.

“Fuck off,” you snap back, your teeth gritting. There’s a moment of silence.

“Open the fucking door or I’ll decay it.”

It’s not a threat. No, Tomura doesn’t deal in threats. Only promises. You seethe at your boss’ inability to let a girl live.

“Fuck my life,” you hiss to yourself as you tear yourself out of bed and stalk to the door. You might be a Lieutenant of the PLF but even you aren’t exempt from Tomura’s demands. You grasp the handle and turn it. Two seconds later the doors opening and there stands Tomura.

He’s in a black suit that he’s been wearing more often lately instead of his usual hoodies, pale white hair slightly tousled like he’s just been outside and only just came back from his latest meeting with his creepy as fuck sensei.

“Well shit.”

He takes you in the new additions to your person. Furry snow white ears that stick out the top of your hair and a long fluffy tail that lashes about, with claws around two inches long.

“This is what Dabi meant when he said you got turned into a kitten?” Tomura asks, not even looking phased but there’s a twitch at the corner of his lips.