(Dadzawa) I'm not a cat! (Cat quirk reader)

30: Aizawa's Idea

"Kinda, yeah."

"How about a hero school?"

"And have to deal with shitty kids with sticks up their asses?"

"UA is better than—"

"Hah!" I laughed suddenly.
Actually, I cackled up without warning.
Aizawa looked at me weird as I tried to utter my words out.
"You want me to go to UA? What's this? Where's the cameras?"

Aizawa gave me a serious look.

Slowly I settled down a bit before I sighed.
"I don't think I'm suited for a hero school, much less a rich one."

"How about this," Aizawa said, "I'll have you participate in a hero training class once, you'll see how you like it yourself."

I huffed. "I really don't wanna."

"I'll drag you there, that's okay too."

"No not okay!"

"Ready to go home yet?"

I sighed. "I don't wanna do that either."

We ended up in the cafe. I forced Aizawa to stay away from the coffee. That addict wasn't good for himself.
Eventually I became sleepy and ended up being dragged home while Aizawa held me as a cat. I might have fallen asleep while he carried me, because the next day I woke up on the couch, my head resting on his leg.

Honestly, I didn't mind living here.

—

"Class!" Aizawa said lamely while I struggled in his capture gear, "Today we'll have someone joining us in hero training. If she gets hurt you're dead."

"Dad!" I stopped myself, "I don't ever get hurt!" I fumed. I was angry before, but now I was embarrassed too! I wanted to break something.

"Holly shit, Erasurhead, that's not how you treat a child!" Someone said but Erasurhead just shrugged.

"I'm not a child!" I called out.

"Put on your hero suits."

Of course I got dragged off and Erasurhead had to keep me from running into the grounds, making my escape.

"I don't want to be here!" I complained while we waited on the students. I was wearing some simple clothes I got for while being out as a vigilante, my mask and cloak were still at home though.

Aizawa made sure I got new sneakers too, he bought too many things for me to count, it almost made me feel bad. Almost since I had been told this was normal a lot of times.

"Deal with it," Aizawa muttered.

"You're so mean!" I huffed.

Training started and everyone listened to Aizawa as he explained the game of tag. Half the class would be it, the other half running away. This would he training for running after villains.

"I got this!" Some blonde haired guy said. He had circles for eyes and a white, tight hero suit.

"Me too me too!" Someone with blue hair cheered, "What about you Tamaki?"

Someone with dark blue hair and elven ears, wearing a long white cloak which hid half his face just shook.
"I'm gonna lose..."

The rest of the class was just as noisy, but I got a sense of danger off the three. They were second years, so the entire class wasn't a fool, what made these so... dangerous?
I had learned not to question those kind of feelings too much, just as I had learned to trust them. Maybe it was an instinct cat thing or something?