After a long day of teaching his bratty and overly obnoxious students over at U.A, Aizawa naturally went straight home and slept.

That is, until he’s suddenly woken up by the faint, but clear sounds, coming from down the hall in the kitchen. He quietly gets up and throws on his scarf; ready to fight.

He stealthily makes his way down the hall into the entryway of the dark kitchen, ready to apprehend the intruder, when he sees a small figure on the countertop. The figure of a…cat? “What the hell?” Aizawa mutters, flicking on the light switch to reveal that it is, indeed, a cat; you.