The day had been long enough already. After my glorious conquest of the apartment that morning, I had been dragged to UA in what was starting to feel like my permanent prison: Aizawa's arms. He was grumbling about "ungrateful strays" while I tried my best to keep my tail from flicking too violently in his face.

As if that wasn't enough, my grand plans to observe his class from the shadows and find a way to communicate my situation were interrupted by the sudden blare of his phone.

"Eraserhead, report to the principal's office," Nezu's voice chirped through the phone. "And please, bring the cat with you."

Oh no.

I froze. 

Nezu? 

The brainiac, chess-mastering principal of UA wanted to see me?

Aizawa groaned. "What did you do now?" he muttered, looking at me like I'd personally hacked into UA's mainframe.

Not yet, I thought.

  But give me a laptop, and I'll give it a shot.

The walk to the principal's office was uneventful, though my heart raced with anticipation. This was it—my chance to talk to someone who might actually figure it out! Nezu was a genius. If anyone could piece this puzzle together, it was him.

When we entered the office, Nezu was seated at his desk, sipping tea with his usual unnerving smile. "Ah, welcome, Aizawa. And hello, little feline friend!"

I mewed politely, already plotting how to grab his attention.

"I've been monitoring the school feeds," Nezu continued, gesturing to the numerous screens behind him, each displaying a different angle of UA. "Your new companion seems quite... energetic."

Energetic? 

I was a walking hurricane of charisma, Nezu. Get it right.

"I wouldn't call it energetic," Aizawa muttered, setting me down on the floor. "Drama queen is more accurate."

I hissed at him for that, earning a raised brow.

"Now, now," Nezu said, leaning forward with curiosity. "Let's see what our little friend has to say."

Finally!

 Someone who understood that I had something to say! I bolted toward Nezu, hopping onto his desk and nearly knocking over his tea in the process.

"Careful," Nezu chuckled, his sharp eyes observing me closely.

I started pawing at a stack of papers, trying to arrange them into something legible. Unfortunately, paws weren't exactly built for origami.

"Trying to organize my desk, are we?" Nezu mused, his tone both amused and analytical.

I let out an exasperated mew and flopped onto the desk.

"See?" Aizawa said, leaning against the wall. "Drama queen."

Ignoring him, I jumped onto Nezu's lap and began pawing at his sleeve. Then I pointedly mewed, shaking my head and stomping my paws in frustration.

Nezu tilted his head, his smile widening. "Interesting. It seems like you're trying to communicate something specific."

Finally! 

Someone gets it!

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Or it's just hungry."

I whipped my head around to glare at him. 

Hungry?

  We just ate, you overgrown scarecrow!

I hopped back onto the desk and began frantically pawing at a pen, trying to roll it toward Nezu. Surely, he'd understand the brilliance of my intentions.

"Ah, you want me to write something?" Nezu asked, picking up the pen.

I nodded furiously.

"Hmm." He clicked the pen and scribbled something on a notepad. "Let's start simple. Are you trying to warn us about something?"

I hesitated, then shook my head.

Aizawa snorted. "It's a cat, not Lassie. It's not going to tell you there's a fire."

Oh, shut up, Eraserhead, I thought, flicking my tail indignantly.

Nezu tapped his chin, his sharp eyes studying me. "Are you trying to tell us who you are?"

I froze. 

He was so close! 

I nodded vigorously, my tail swishing with excitement.

Aizawa groaned. "Nezu, this is ridiculous. The cat is just... being a cat."

Nezu ignored him, his focus entirely on me. "And yet it is clearly communicating or trying to."

I practically jumped with joy, nodding so fast I nearly toppled over.

"Why don't we try listen?" Nezu pressed.

I nodded again, my purring kicking into overdrive. Finally, someone was putting the pieces together! I've been trying to communcate for days!

Aizawa looked like he was losing his last shred of patience. "It's a stray, Nezu. It's not a secret agent in disguise."

Oh, the irony, I thought, glaring at him.

But Nezu wasn't deterred. "You're trying to tell us... something important about yourself?"

I mewed affirmatively, pawing at the desk again for emphasis.

Nezu leaned back in his chair, his smile never wavering. "Fascinating. Aizawa, I think this cat is trying to convey something significant. We just need to figure out what."

Aizawa threw his hands in the air. "Great. A cat with a hidden agenda. My life is complete."

I decided to ignore his sarcasm and focused on Nezu. He was close—so close—but still missing the final piece.

"Aizawa you seem not to want this to be true....," Nezu said, his sharp eyes glinting with curiosity. "or is it perhapse the fear of loosing this cat?"

"As if. I can get another cat.......we are also done here."

As we left the office, I couldn't help but feel a mix of hope and frustration. Nezu was on the right track, but Aizawa's skepticism was like a brick wall plus what was the last saying? He basically grabbed me to walk out of the room as if he saw a ghost.