The morning was uncharacteristically quiet. Aizawa was seated on the couch, his phone in one hand while his other rested absentmindedly on the cushion beside him. I, of course, was the cushion. Well, not exactly, but I had curled up beside him, feigning disinterest while I carefully listened to his every word.

He'd been staring at his phone for a while, his thumb hovering over the screen as if it weighed a ton. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and dialed a number.

"It's time," he muttered under his breath.

I perked up slightly, my ears twitching in curiosity. Aizawa rarely looked this serious outside of class or a mission.

The call connected, and I immediately recognized the gentle, worried voice on the other end.

"Mrs. Midoriya?" Aizawa began, his tone uncharacteristically soft.

"Mr. Aizawa? Is there news about my son?!" her voice was trembling, a mix of hope and fear.

Aizawa took a deep breath, glancing down at me as if to steady himself. "We've found him... sort of."

My ears shot straight up. Sort of?! That was a terrible way to start this conversation!

"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" she asked, her voice rising in panic.

"Please, let me explain," Aizawa said quickly. "Midoriya is alive, but there's been... a complication."

A complication? Really? I glared up at him, flicking my tail sharply. This was not how I'd have phrased it!

He continued, "For reasons we don't yet understand, Midoriya isn't in his usual form."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear her mind racing. "What does that mean? Is he hurt? Did something happen to his quirk?"

"No, he's not hurt," Aizawa reassured her. "But he's... well, he's a cat."

The silence that followed was deafening. I could practically see her processing the words, trying to make sense of what she'd just heard.

"A... a cat?" she repeated slowly, as if saying it aloud might change its meaning.

"Yes. A cat," Aizawa confirmed, his voice as steady as ever, though I caught the faintest hint of exasperation.

Her reaction was surprisingly calm, though I could hear the disbelief. "You're telling me my son is a cat now?"

"Unfortunately, yes. And while we're still working to figure out how this happened and if we can reverse it, I thought it was important to let you know that he's safe."

Her voice softened. "Thank you for telling me, Mr. Aizawa. I know you'll take care of him." She paused, then added, "If he's... staying as a cat for now, it's probably best he stays with you. Izuku always looked up to you, and I think he'd prefer that, even like this."

I blinked, my heart warming at her words. She really understood me, even in this bizarre situation.

Aizawa nodded, though she couldn't see it. "I'll do my best to take care of him. I just wanted to keep you informed."

"Thank you, truly. Please keep me updated," she said, her voice tinged with both relief and sadness.

The call ended, and Aizawa sat there for a moment, staring at his phone before dialing again.

This time, it was Tsukauchi on the other end.

"Tsukauchi," Aizawa started, leaning back against the couch, "I have an update on the Midoriya case."

There was a pause, and then Tsukauchi's voice came through, sharp and focused. "You found him?"

"Yes, but there's a... complication."

"Another complication?" Tsukauchi sounded both exasperated and concerned.

"Yes," Aizawa said flatly. "He's a cat."

The line went silent.

"A... cat?" Tsukauchi finally said, his voice dripping with disbelief.

"Yes, a cat," Aizawa repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Small, green eyes, black fur. Definitely Midoriya. He even responds to his name."

"I... I don't even know how to process that," Tsukauchi admitted. "Are you sure it's him?"

"Yes," Aizawa said firmly. "And while I don't have all the answers yet, I wanted to inform you."

"I'll update the files," Tsukauchi said faintly, clearly still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Aizawa ended the call with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I swear, this kid..."

I meowed in protest, swatting at his hand. I wasn't just a cat!

His gaze shifted down to me, and for a moment, there was a flicker of amusement in his tired eyes. "You're lucky I'm patient."

I huffed and turned my back on him, tail flicking as I settled into a loaf position.

Finally, Aizawa made one last call.

"Nezu," he began, his tone more resigned than anything.

"Aizawa! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Nezu's cheerful voice came through, a stark contrast to Aizawa's mood.

"I need advice," Aizawa said bluntly. "What do you do with an animal that has a quirk?"

Nezu's laughter echoed through the phone. "Well, you're asking the right person! Though I must admit, it's rare to hear you sounding so perplexed."

"This isn't a joke, Nezu," Aizawa snapped. "Midoriya's a cat now. He has a quirk. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Nezu's tone shifted, curiosity piqued. "Midoriya, you say? Fascinating. I'd love to observe him. Perhaps we could uncover some clues."

"That's not helpful," Aizawa muttered.

"It's the best I can offer for now," Nezu said. "Bring him to UA tomorrow. We'll see what we can learn."

Aizawa hung up, tossing his phone onto the coffee table with a grunt.

"Looks like we're going to UA again tomorrow," he said, glancing down at me. "You'd better behave."