Aizawa had taken them in out of pure pity. Usually cold hearted, even he couldn't ignore the pang in his chest the first time he saw them on those dirty streets, shivering and soaking wet from the pelting rain. He couldn't help but feel some sort of guilt at even the thought of leaving them there.

Aizawa had taken them in because Cat-folk like himself were hard to come by now days. Now the lands were slowly being taken over by the Humans, Cat-folk were more and more likely to be sold in human rings, hunted, or die trying to leave the human lands. It's been oh so long he'd been able to talk with another of his kind. He needed this.