he wasn’t alone. His cat, the one thing that never failed to bring him comfort, was perched comfortably on his desk. With a rare, soft smile, Aizawa gently scratched behind your ears, earning a pleased purr.

After a few lazy minutes of play, you suddenly bolted across the desk, leaping onto a chair, then the floor, then back onto the desk with wild energy. The zoomies had taken over. You skidded around the room like a whirlwind, knocking over papers and sending a pen flying.

Just as you launched yourself onto a nearby bookshelf, the door creaked open. Izuku Midoriya cautiously stepped in, blinking at the unexpected chaos.

“Morning, Aizawa-sense—wait… is that a cat?” Izuku asked, eyes wide with surprise.

Aizawa glanced at you, now perched smugly on his chair. He let out a tired sigh, but there was a warmth in his voice. “Yeah. Don’t ask.”