The breakfast battle might have ended, but the day was just beginning—and I wasn't about to let my streak of chaos end here. Aizawa, with his usual exhausted demeanor, moved around the apartment in preparation for his day at UA. His routine was predictable: coffee, hair tie, scarf, and grumbled complaints about humanity in general.

Meanwhile, I watched him from my perch on the counter, tail flicking in amusement.

"Alright, little troublemaker," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at me. "I've got to head to work. Stay here. Don't destroy anything."

I mewed innocently, tilting my head like the perfect angel I clearly wasn't.

He gave me a suspicious look before turning to grab his bag. "Seriously. Don't do anything stupid."

Define stupid, I thought, licking a paw.

When the door clicked shut behind him, the apartment fell silent.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the door. 

Then the realization hit: 

He really left me here. 

Alone. 

Like some pet.

My fur bristled. 

The audacity.

"Well," I muttered, hopping down from the counter. "If he thinks I'm just going to sit around and wait for him, he's got another thing coming."

I padded into the living room, surveying the space like a king examining his kingdom. The possibilities for chaos were endless.

First, I went for the curtains. They were long and flowy—perfect for climbing. With a graceful leap, I latched onto them, digging my claws into the fabric.

"Hmm, not bad," I mused, shimmying my way up.

The higher I got, the more the curtain rod groaned under my weight. I paused at the top, balancing precariously as I peered down at the floor below.

"Would he be mad if I ripped these?" I wondered aloud.

Then, with a sharp twist of my body, I launched myself off the curtains and onto the nearby bookshelf.

Books tumbled to the floor in a satisfying thud, but one stubborn stack remained intact. I glared at it, then swatted it with a paw.

"Perfect," I said as the books scattered.

Next up was the kitchen.

Aizawa had made the grave mistake of leaving the pantry door slightly ajar. With a single well-placed nudge, I slid it open and began my exploration.

Cans of cat food? Ignored. Bags of rice? Pushed over. A package of crackers? Shredded like a training dummy in Ground Zero.

But the real treasure was the unopened bag of cat treats on the top shelf. My eyes narrowed as I calculated the distance.

"Easy," I whispered, crouching low.

I launched myself onto the counter, then onto the fridge, and finally onto the top shelf of the pantry. The bag of treats was mine.

Tearing into it like a feral beast, I devoured the contents with gusto. Crumbs littered the floor below, but I didn't care. Victory tasted sweet.

By the time Aizawa returned, the apartment looked like a hurricane had swept through it.

The curtains were askew, books were scattered everywhere, the pantry was a war zone, and I was lounging on the couch, licking my paw like nothing had happened.

Aizawa froze in the doorway, his eyes scanning the destruction.

"What the hell," he muttered, dropping his bag.

I glanced up at him, giving him my best innocent look.

"What?" I mewed, tilting my head.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. "I was gone for five hours. Five. Hours."

I yawned, stretching lazily.

He marched over to the pantry, stepping over the mess. "You tore open the cat treats?"

I blinked at him. "You left them out. That's on you."

He turned to the curtains. "And the curtains?"

"Testing their durability," I thought smugly.

"And the books?"

"Those were in my way."

Aizawa stared at me, his jaw tightening. "You're lucky you're cute."

I purred triumphantly, flicking my tail. Damn right I'm lucky.