The second Aizawa left, I sprang into action. Chaos was my middle name—well, if I had one in this body—and I wasn't about to waste this opportunity. He had no idea who he was dealing with.

First, I made a beeline for the stack of papers on his desk. The ones he'd been so diligently grading. I stared at them, my little green eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Papers, huh? 

Important ones? 

What a shame.

With one swift paw, I swiped at the pile, scattering them like confetti. They fluttered to the ground in glorious disarray, and I hopped down after them, pawing at one sheet that caught my interest. Oh, it was Bakugo's. Judging by the harsh red marks, Aizawa hadn't been too kind with his feedback.

"Well, Kacchan," I purred to myself, "looks like you need to work on your spelling. 'Explode' doesn't have an extra 'o.'"

Next, I leaped onto the windowsill to check for any potential escape routes. The lock taunted me. 

If only I had thumbs!

I let out an annoyed hiss before turning back to the room.

That's when my eyes landed on my real target: Aizawa's meticulously organized bookshelf. Oh, this was going to be fun.

I jumped down from the windowsill and landed silently, a true predator stalking his prey. With a graceful leap, I was on the middle shelf, my tail flicking with anticipation.

The books were perfectly aligned, each one in its proper place. Boring. With a single, calculated paw swipe, I knocked the first book off the shelf. It landed with a satisfying thud.

Then the second. 

Thud.

The third? 

Well, that one made a satisfying crack as it hit the edge of the desk.

I moved to the next shelf up, knocking over a framed picture. Aizawa and Present Mic stared up at me from the shattered glass. I paused for a moment, considering. 

Okay, maybe that was a little much.

I jumped down and examined the scene, nudging the photo with my nose. "Sorry, Sensei," I muttered. "Collateral damage."

But my apology was short-lived because then I saw it. My ultimate nemesis.

The vacuum cleaner.

It was just sitting there in the corner, menacingly. Mocking me.

My fur puffed up as I hissed at the beast, daring it to make the first move. When it didn't respond, I took matters into my own paws. I approached cautiously, my tail lashing behind me.

When I got close enough, I smacked it with a paw. It didn't retaliate. Encouraged, I smacked it again, harder this time. Still no response.

Coward.

Satisfied with my victory, I turned away and hopped onto the counter where Aizawa kept his coffee supplies. Oh, this was a goldmine.

I sniffed at the coffee grounds, wrinkling my nose. Bitter. Gross. But the mugs? Oh, those were fair game.

One by one, I nudged them toward the edge of the counter. Each one fell with a delightful crash as it shattered on the floor.

By the time I was done, the kitchen looked like a hurricane had blown through. And honestly? I was pretty proud of myself.

But then I heard it.

The faint sound of keys jingling outside the door.

Oh no.

Panic set in as I looked around at the destruction I'd caused. There was no time to clean up—not that I could, even if I wanted to.

The door creaked open, and Aizawa stepped in. His tired eyes immediately scanned the room, taking in the chaos.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring.

Then he slowly turned his gaze to me.

I froze, mid-paw swipe at another mug.

"...What. The hell. Happened here?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I let out a soft mew, trying to play innocent.

He wasn't buying it.

"You." He pointed at me. "You did all of this, didn't you?"

I tilted my head and mewed again, putting on my best "cute and innocent" face.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long, exhausted sigh. "I don't even know why I'm surprised. Of course, you did."

He walked past me, stepping carefully over the broken mugs and scattered papers. "I leave you alone for five minutes, and this is what happens."

Technically, it was more like thirty minutes, I thought, but I wisely kept that to myself.

As he started picking up the papers, I hopped down from the counter and rubbed against his leg, purring loudly.

"Don't try to suck up to me now," he muttered, glaring down at me. "You're not getting out of this one."