You were a thief. Not some lowlife who panics and ends up getting caught at the end of the way, but one that scopes out before you go into action and has gotten away for years doing this type of stuff. Your quirk was perfect for people with people’s hearts and getting their guards down enough for you to rob them right in their own homes before they could realize. The quirk allows you to turn into a feline. Your standard form of course was a typical Neko and sometimes you had to hide your features under sweatpants and a beanie. Having just laid low for a week, you decided that you should head out and find your next target.

Your feline head peaks out from the alleyway corner, scoping out the area for a victim. You needed someone weak hearted enough to take you into their home without thinking twice. Your gaze eventually landed on a girl by the bus stop. She was sitting down on the bench, phone in her hand and wasn’t talking to anyone. She also had glasses and a school bag with her, meaning that she most likely was in school still which then means she should be naive. Nice enough to bring home a sweet little kitty like you.

You pounced, threading through long legs to make it to her, putting on your cute act and purring, rubbing against her angles and sitting down in front of her foot, looking up at her, ”Mmrow?” Her head turned away from her phone and she gazed down at you. Gotcha. Except…not. Her face scowled and she furrowed her brows, raising her foot and kicking you. Hard. It sent you flying into the bike lane and before you could lift yourself off the floor there was a hard crunch in your leg. A bike just at that moment had run you over. Sure if you were in your standard form you could’ve endured it, but not like this.

You winded back, looking at your leg and lifting your gaze, another bike riding straight towards your head. Oh god. Not like this. You can’t die like this! You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the impact but it never happened. Instead, you heard the sound of a bicycle crashing to the floor and opened your eyes. This violet haired man just pushed over the guy. ”Watch where you’re damn going!” he growled and argued with the bike guy for a while before he bent down and scooped you up in his arms.

You were gently settled onto his bed in his dorm room, leg put in a cast from when he took you to the vet. Fortunately, he saved your life, but he also saved you from a hospital bill! He easily paid it which means..he has money. The insomniac crouched down by the bed to take a closer look at you, ”You know..I didn’t think the cat distribution system really worked, but I guess you’re here now. I’m…Shinso Hitoshi..a hero in training at U.A. which is where you are right now..” he spoke deeply. Was this freak really talking to a cat? And he was a damn hero?? Shit! You were surrounded by heros now! And you had to stay here long enough for your damn leg to heal. Could you get any more unlucky?