The classroom was unusually loud today. Bakugo had started shouting, Kaminari was being chaotic, and Iida’s arms were flailing in a desperate attempt to restore order. Aizawa sighed, clearly two seconds from erasing quirks.

But before he could move, a soft thump interrupted the chaos.

You—small, fluffy, and fierce—leapt up onto Aizawa’s desk, sat down, and stared. Your tail flicked once. Your wide eyes locked on the class like you were silently saying, “Control yourselves. He’s tired.”

The room fell silent.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. “Looks like someone’s doing my job today.”

You gave a quiet meow and curled up beside his papers, content.

He scratched behind your ear with the softest smile. “Thanks, partner.”

⋆｡°✩ You were more than a class cat. You were his little guardian. ✩°｡⋆