I perched on the edge of Aizawa's couch, staring at him with the kind of intensity only a cat—or a particularly judgy toddler—could manage. He held a feather wand in one hand, waving it half-heartedly, his expression flat as ever.

"Really, Sensei?" I thought, flicking my tail. 

You're trying to bribe me into compliance with a cat toy?

"Come on," he muttered, wiggling the feather. "This is supposed to work."

Supposed to work?! What kind of amateur cat wrangler was he? I'd seen squirrels more coordinated than this man's attempt to entertain me. He swished the wand like he was brushing cobwebs off a shelf, and I swear he looked bored.

For a second, I considered ignoring him out of sheer principle. But then the feather flicked just right, catching the corner of my vision, and instinct betrayed me. My muscles tensed. My eyes locked on it.

No. You're better than this, Midoriya.

I swatted at it—totally by accident!—and Aizawa made a small noise of triumph.

"Oh, so you do want to play," he said, his tone smug.

I froze, my paw still mid-air. 

Crap. 

He thinks he's winning.

He flicked the feather again, and my betrayal instincts kicked in once more. I leapt at it, claws extended, my pride crumbling with each swipe. It danced just out of reach, and I twisted mid-air, landing in a heap of tangled legs and fur.

Aizawa snorted.

Oh, he laughed at me.

"This is war," I decided, flipping back onto my paws.

I lunged for the feather, grabbing it with my teeth. He pulled back, the wand slipping through his fingers, and I bolted across the room with my prize.

"Hey!" he called after me, sounding more annoyed than concerned.

I darted under the coffee table, growling like a tiny feral gremlin. The wand flopped in my jaws as I backed into the farthest corner.

"You're not supposed to steal it," he muttered, crouching down to peer under the table.

I hissed at him, puffing up dramatically for maximum intimidation. I looked ridiculous, I'm sure, but Aizawa humored me. He leaned closer, resting one arm on the floor.

"You realize I can just grab you, right?"

I growled in response. 

Not without a fight.

"Fine," he said with a sigh, straightening up. "Keep it. I'll get another."

Oh no, you don't. I wasn't done causing chaos yet.

As soon as he turned away, I darted out from under the table and bolted for the couch. With one mighty leap, I landed on the backrest, wand still in my mouth, and stared him down like I'd conquered Mount Everest.

His expression was priceless—half annoyed, half impressed. "You're impossible," he muttered.

I dropped the wand and let out a victorious meow. 

Bow to your feline overlord, Sensei.

"Are you this much of a menace to everyone, or am I just lucky?" he asked, sitting back down and picking up his coffee.

I tilted my head innocently. I don't know what you mean.

He took a sip, clearly resigned to his fate as my new chew toy. But the chaos wasn't over. Oh no, I was just getting started.

Spotting an opportunity, I crept toward his mug, my paws silent on the couch cushions. He was too distracted scrolling through his phone to notice as I got closer... and closer...

Just as I reached the mug, he looked up.

"Don't even think about it," he said.

Too late.

With one swift motion, I pawed at the rim of the mug, sending it teetering dangerously. He lunged to grab it, but I was faster. The mug tipped, and coffee sloshed onto the table.

"Seriously?!" he groaned, grabbing a napkin to clean up the mess.

I let out a delighted chirp, hopping onto the table to inspect my handiwork.

"Get down," he said, shooing me away.

I didn't budge. Instead, I sat down in the middle of the table, licking my paw like I had all the time in the world.

"You're lucky you're cute," he muttered, wiping up the spill.

Oh, I know.

As he cleaned, I spotted another target: his hair tie. It dangled loosely from his wrist, practically begging to be stolen. I crouched, my eyes locked on it like a predator stalking its prey.

"You're not slick," he said without looking up.

Challenge accepted.

I pounced, snagging the hair tie with my claws and yanking it free. Aizawa looked up just in time to see me bolt across the room again, his hair tie dangling from my mouth.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, getting to his feet.

I darted under the couch this time, curling up with my spoils. He crouched down, peering under the couch with a long-suffering sigh.

"You really don't know how to relax, do you?"

I growled playfully, batting the hair tie with my paw.

He shook his head, straightening up. "Fine. Keep it. I'll just... leave you to it."

I poked my head out from under the couch, watching as he walked away. Victory was mine. For now.

Let the chaos continue.