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Kyouka is always careful not to be nosy.
She’s curious, sure, and not opposed to a good investigation, but she tries her best to stay out of other people’s business for the most part.
Her quirk means she’s sometimes very aware of secrets and embarrassing incidents.
She does her best not to pry.
Which is why, when Shouji asks if she’s heard anything strange lately, she says no.
She hasn’t, because she tries not to.
He asks if she’s sure.
She says of course.
Not even… something animal-like?
Animal-like?
No, Kyouka hasn’t heard anything like that. Something tells her Shouji isn’t talking about Kouda’s rabbit.
“What kind of animal?”
Alright, fine, Kyouka isn't immune to a little gossip.
“It sounds like a really angry cat.”
“Who’d be stupid enough to sneak a cat in the dorms?” She twirls her jack in her fingers idly, leaning back against the wall casually.
He gives her a look and she rolls her eyes.
“Fine.”
She stabs a jack into the wall and focuses.
Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari and Sero are whispering about something in Kaminari’s room.
Nothing animal-like there, unless you count Kirishima’s teeth maybe.
Uraraka is giggling with Yaoyorozou in the kitchen, which is totally not fair.
Midoriya is a mumbling storm as usual, tapping and fidgeting, probably working on some homework.
She moves on.
Something…
There!
There’s a distinctly upset yowling coming from… Bakugou’s room.
“Holy shit.” She breathes. “Bakugou’s stupid enough.”
She suddenly bursts into giggles. “Bakugou’s dumb enough, oh my god.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” she manages to halt her stifled laughter for a moment. “Want to go tease him about it?”
Shouji raises an eyebrow, yeah, she thought not.
“Fine, want to try to pet the cat while I make fun of him?”
He shrugs.
She pushes off from the wall and saunters off, Shouji following behind her.
“Oh, Bakugou!” She sing-songs.
“WHAT!?”
He scowls at her admittedly mischievous smile.
“Heard ya got a friend!”
“Is Deku fucking talking-”
Kyouka rolls her eyes and points to her ears. “Idiot, you have a cat.”
“Fuck you!”
Kyouka can’t help it, she bursts into laughter.
“That’s-, fuck you! Bakugou you-, I can’t believe you-,”
“Fuck off!” He moves to slam the door in their faces but Kyouka shoves her foot in the way.
“Shouji! He didn’t even deny it! Just-, ‘fuck you!’” She devolves into laughter again.
Shouji apparently decides her attempts at diplomacy are not working, which is fair since she really isn’t aiming for diplomacy.
“Can we see it?”
“Can you see it?” He growls rhetorically.
Shouji nods, unflinching in the face of Bakugou’s bluster.
“Yeah, sure, just invite the whole class, see if I fucking care!” He grumbles, throwing his arms in the air with exasperation.
Kyouka moves from the door frame to clutch at her stomach and he slams the door in their faces.
Catching her breath, she looks up to Shouji and grins.
“I think that went well.”
He sighs, deflating a little.
He must have really wanted to see that cat.
Kyouka sighs, fine, she can be diplomatic.
She knocks hard on the door.
“You let Shouji see it or I'll tell Midoriya! I bet he’d love it!”
“Fuck you!”
“Already tried that one!” She grins.
“Fucking fine. I hope she tries to murder you! You deserve it!”
He yanks the door open, a kitten held by the scruff in one hand.
He shoves it at Kyouka.
“Menace, Ears, Ears, Menace.”
She holds out her hands and lets him drop her into her hands.
“Why’d you call her Menace?”
He just grins.
“Shit!”
She instinctively jerks her hand back from the pain of teeth sinking into her skin.
Menace latches on harder, like some kind of horrible attack dog.
Bakugou makes no move to help her.
“Shouji! Help!”
She could swear the evil thing in smiling, hanging off her hand by her little teeth.
She tries shaking it a little.
Shouji glares at her to stop and tries his hand at getting the kitten to release its grip.
He gets a hand scratched bloody for his trouble.
“Ha! Fucking idiots.”
“Bakugou your cat is evil.”
He nods, proud.
“She sure is.”
The murderous kitten in question lets out a high pitched growl, Kyouka would almost call it cute, if she wasn’t trying to kill her.
“Fine, you proved your point. Would you get her off me?”
He makes a show of considering it.
Kyouka glares at him.
Shouji’s hands hover just out of scratching distance.
Menace readjusts her biting grip and sinks little claws into her arm for stability.
“I suppose I could be convinced.”
“We’ll keep our mouths shut about your assassin baby.”
“Deal. Alright Menace, spit that out, idiots aren’t good for you.” He grabs her and perches her on his shoulder, where she immediately starts up an impressive routine of hissing.
They’re insane.
He smirks and heads back inside.
Kyouka stares at her hand with disgust.
“Do cats get rabies? I feel like they do.”
Shouji tilts his head.
“I have a first aid kit in my room.” He offers and Kyouka nods with a sigh.
Halfway down the hallway they hear Bakugou’s door open again.
“HEY, IDIOTS!”
She turns and barely dodges an object to the face.
“What the hell!?”
He rolls his eyes and slams the door without glancing back.
She huffs and turns to Shouji, already examining the projectile.
“Well, would you look at that?”
He tilts it so she can see a small package of bandages and disinfectant.
“He’s the worst.” She groans.
Shouji’s eyes crinkle and she shoves him lightly.
“Whatever, help me with this?” She waves her sluggishly bleeding hand at the package.
“Of course.”