The phone buzzed, breaking the silence of Aizawa's post-dinner nap. I, the ever-dignified loaf cat, lifted my head from the armrest, my green eyes locking onto the annoying device. What was it now? Surely not something more important than petting me. Aizawa groaned and reached for the phone like it was a chore, muttering under his breath.

"Yeah, what?" His voice was gravelly, rough, and honestly a little scary, but I had gotten used to it.

A chirpy voice came through, and I immediately stiffened. That was Nezu. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. This could only mean trouble.

"Aizawa, sorry to disturb your evening, but we've got a situation. Midoriya hasn't been seen in days. His mother contacted us. She's worried sick."

Midoriya. 

Missing. 

I froze. 

That's me!

I scrambled to my paws, my tail flicking nervously as the news hit me like a truck. Mom must be freaking out. She probably thought I'd been kidnapped—or worse! 

Oh God, what if she thinks I ran away? 

My stomach twisted with guilt.

Nezu kept talking, but I couldn't focus. I had to do something. Anything. I jumped onto Aizawa's lap, pawing at his chest. 

"Meow!" I cried. 

It's me! 

I'm right here! 

Look at me, Sensei!

"Hey, what the—" He glanced down at me with a raised eyebrow, but then went back to his conversation.

I wasn't giving up that easily. 

"Meow! Meow!" 

I pressed my paw against his hand holding the phone, trying to get his attention.

"Midoriya?" Aizawa's brow furrowed. "Missing?"

YES! 

I mewed louder, practically screeching. 

That's what I've been trying to tell you, you oblivious man!

Aizawa sighed. 

"Calm down, furball," he muttered, pushing me away gently.

Calm down? 

CALM DOWN?! 

I AM MISSING!

Nezu chuckled lightly through the phone. "Is everything alright, Aizawa? You sound... distracted."

"Just this stray I've been stuck with," Aizawa replied, shooting me a look. "It's acting... weird."

Weird? 

Weird?! 

Oh, I'll show you weird. 

I leapt onto the coffee table, knocking over a pile of papers in the process. 

My claws scraped at the wood as I puffed up like the angriest little puffball, glaring at him.

He sighed again, rubbing his temples.

 "Nezu, I'll keep an ear out for Midoriya. The kid's resourceful. He's probably fine."

RESOURCEFUL? 

I'm a cat, Sensei! 

What part of this screams fine to you?!

The call ended, and Aizawa tossed his phone onto the couch, leaning back with a groan. He looked at me, his dark eyes narrowing.

"What's your problem?" he asked flatly.

My problem? 

MY PROBLEM?!

I let out the loudest, most frustrated meow I could manage, my tail lashing back and forth.

  You're supposed to be a pro hero, and you can't even figure this out? 

I'm right here, you idiot!

Aizawa stood up, brushing me off his lap. 

"You're lucky I'm too tired to care right now."

He walked toward the kitchen, leaving me on the couch, utterly defeated. I flopped down, letting out a dramatic sigh. This was hopeless. Mom was worried, Nezu was concerned, and here I was, stuck in the body of a cat with no way to communicate.

I buried my face in my paws. 

This can't get any worse, right?