The morning sunlight streamed through the window as Aizawa sat on the couch, sipping his coffee after all these tiring calls. I sat nearby, watching him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He hadn't said much since we woke up, but I could tell he was mulling something over.

After a long silence, he set his mug down and glanced at me. "Hey, Midoriya," he began, his tone unusually gentle.

I perked up at the sound of my name, tilting my head in question.

He scratched the back of his neck, looking slightly awkward. "I've been thinking... you've always been the type to push yourself. You hate sitting still, right?"

I meowed in agreement, flicking my tail. Of course, he was right. Staying cooped up with nothing to do had been driving me crazy.

"Well," he continued, his gaze thoughtful, "how would you feel about training a bit? I know it sounds ridiculous—training a cat—but now that I know it's you, it makes sense why you've been restless. I mean, you were always itching to improve yourself, even when you were human."

I froze for a moment, processing his words. Training? Like, actual training? My heart skipped a beat. It wasn't the same as being back at UA, but the idea of doing something productive, something heroic, sent a wave of excitement through me.

I jumped to my paws, letting out an enthusiastic meow and pawing at his leg to show my approval.

He smirked slightly. "Figures you'd be all for it. Alright, we'll start small. I need to see what you can do in this form first."

Aizawa stood up and grabbed his scarf, wrapping it loosely around his neck as he moved toward the door. "Come on, we'll head to the training room in my basement."

I followed him eagerly, my tail swishing with anticipation. Finally, something that felt normal, or at least as normal as it could be when you were a cat.

The training room was quiet, the usual hum of students and staff absent. Aizawa set up a few simple obstacles—cones, a low hurdle, and a balancing beam. It looked like something you'd see in a beginner agility course for pets, but I didn't care. This was a chance to prove myself.

"Alright, Midoriya," he said, crouching down to my level. "Let's see what you've got. Start with the cones."

I trotted toward the first cone, weaving through them with ease. My body felt lighter, more agile than ever. It was almost fun, like playing a game.

Aizawa nodded in approval. "Not bad. Now try the hurdle."

I approached the hurdle, gauging the height. It wasn't too tall, but I crouched down, focusing all my energy into my legs before leaping over it in one fluid motion.

"Good," Aizawa said, a hint of pride in his voice. "You've still got that determination, even in this form."

I puffed out my chest, feeling a swell of pride. But as I moved toward the balancing beam, a thought struck me. What about One for All? Could I still use it?

I hesitated, glancing back at Aizawa. He was watching me closely, his expression unreadable.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I meowed softly, then turned my attention back to the beam. If I could activate even a small percentage of One for All, I could show him I was still capable of being a hero, even like this.

Steeling myself, I climbed onto the beam and focused. I closed my eyes, reaching for that familiar spark of power within me. For a moment, nothing happened. But then, a faint crackle of energy surged through my body.

Black lightning danced around my paws as I took a step forward. The beam creaked under the pressure, but I managed to maintain my balance.

Aizawa's eyes widened. "Midoriya... is that—"

I leapt off the beam, landing gracefully on the floor as the lightning faded. Turning to face him, I meowed triumphantly, my tail swishing with satisfaction.

He stared at me, his expression a mix of disbelief and awe. "So, you can still use it at will and not at accident.....," he muttered. "But it's... different."

I nodded—well, as much as a cat could nod—and padded over to him, looking up expectantly.

Aizawa crouched down, resting a hand on my head. "You've always been full of surprises, kid," he said softly. "Even now, you're still finding ways to push yourself."

His words warmed my heart, and I nuzzled against his hand. This wasn't the same as being a hero in the traditional sense, but it was a step in the right direction.

"Alright," he said, standing up. "We'll keep working on this. If anyone can figure out how to make the most of this situation, it's you."

I meowed in agreement, feeling more determined than ever. Being a cat didn't mean I had to give up on my dreams.