"I'm not going to hurt you."

Aizawa said in a gentle tone, as you hissed back at him. He sighed and pushed the plate of food to you.

He had found you on the side of the road the previous night, on the verge of freezing to death. He couldn't just leave you there, so he brought you to his warm home, letting you rest for the night.

"At least eat something."

He insisted, his voice strict but filled with worry. His eyes looked at your cat ears that were tilted down in discomfort.