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Today was the day! The day he'd get to see his new family!
Midori (aptly named for his emerald green fur) had been training constantly for this! He'd get to help so many people!
Just like the heroes on the tv.
"Heya, Midori." A worker crouches down, running a hand through his fur, making him purr. "You ready to move?"
He meows, leaping over to the carrier, brushing up against it.
"I'll take that as a yes."
--
It's so big.
Midori runs about the house, scenting everything he can, beaming at the black-haired man following him.
Once everything is to his satisfaction, he curls up on the mans lap, purring gently.
"Hitoshi is gonna love this."
Hitoshi?
Right! That's the name of the boy he has to look after! He'd get to be with the Hitoshi always!
The door opens. "Babe, I'm home." A high, loud, voice calls out.
"We got dinner." A younger voice mutters, getting closer, bags rustling. "Is he here?"
Midori hops off the mans lap, onto the back of the couch, watching the two.
"Hitoshi, Hizashi, meet Midori."
The boy walks over, eyes glowing with awe as he reaches out a hand. He hesitates half-way, and Midori has to purr and nudge his hand to get him to do what he wanted.
"woah..Hi, Midori..I'm Hitoshi. We'll be looking after each other from now on, okay?"
"Meow!" His purrs increase in pitch.
"Shouta, he's so cute." 'Hizashi' wraps his arms around 'Shouta', grinning.
"Meow!"
"Is he agreeing with me? Or asking for attention?" 'Hizashi' steps closer.
Midori stays seated, tail curling around himself.
It's nice and warm here...and the pets are so good...maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad..
--
"Alright, we're going shopping." Hitoshi crouches in front of Midori. "This is a test. For both of us."
"Mew." Midori stands, stretching and unhinging his jaw in a yawn, before walking over to the cupboard with his leash.
"How do you actually understand me?..I didn't even say walk.."
Midori looks back at the boy, tilting his head. Aren't all animals this smart? Like dogs! They know how to do things like 'shake'! Not that he'd ever lower himself so much as to disgrace his species like that. He is still a cat after all, one of the proudest species.
"Oh well." Hitoshi takes the leash out the cupboard, gently clipping it onto Midori's collar, followed by the coat signalling his status.
The two step outside, Midori bouncing in a light walk beside his owner.
It takes a while before they reach the store, but that's okay because there's no human interaction yet.
But once inside the store, it's inevetable they'll have to speak to someone. Even with the self-checkouts, there are complications.
So, Shinsou grabs a basket, takes a deep breath, and begins walking, collecting items.
He's stopped 5 minutes in by a complete stranger. Not even a worker, but a customer.
"Uhm, you're not allowed pets in here."
Midori moves to stand in front of Shinsou, setting a wall between the two humans.
"he's not a pet..."
"Yeah, it is. It's a fucking cat."
Midori can sense Hitoshi's anxiety, curling up around his feet, grounding him.
Shinsou shoots him a quick smile. "This is my support animal. I'm allowed him in stores. And he's non-shedding, so you don't need to worry about allergies. If you'll excuse us."
Midori stands again, leading the way through the small crowd.
"thank you."
--
Shinsou pets the cat laying on his school desk, the first day of U.A, smiling.
Midori purrs, eyes shut with how comfortable he is. He doesn't know where he is, exactly, but he knows that Shinsou is there, and he has a job, and that's all he really needs.
More people (humans) fill the class, finding their seats. Or attempting to pet him, and he has to turn to show them his coat, at which point, the majority, back off.
"Get your feet off the desk!" A robot boy, as Midori has dubbed him (he did smell of oil, and he does weird robot hands, after all), argues with a blond.
Which, Midori has named Smokey, for the time being.
"Fuck off, nerd." An explosion rings out in the room.
Midori's there in a second, sitting on Smokey's head, hanging a paw, nails out, in front of his eyes.
"THE FUCK?! WHY IS THIS STUPID CAT ON ME?!"
Smokey tries to move him, and he does move. Just onto the hands this time, that same paw settled right in the middle of Smokey's hand, ready to cut should he use that quirk again.
"Sorry!" Hitoshi runs over. "Midori isn't usually like this..."
"Meow!" He huffs, glaring at Smokey again.
"Midori." Aizawa's voice calls him. "Off the boy, please."
"mroooww.." He whines as he obliges, stepping off the desk with grace.
"Thank you."
"Who are you?" Bolt (the boy with a bolt in his hair) raises a hand.
"I am your homeroom teacher." Aizawa sighs, writing his name on the board. "Shouta Aizawa, or pro hero Eraserhead."
"Never heard of him."
Midori stares at the board.
Chalkboard...teacher...homeroom..
HE'S IN A SCHOOL!!
Midori runs to Shinsou's bag, pulling it open with paw and mouth, dragging out pen and text books from it. He uses all his might to get them up on the desk, before using his head to nudge the book open to the first page, lifting the pen in his mouth to write.
The class all stare.
"uh.." Shinsou looks up at Aizawa. "Did you teach him to do that? Cause I didn't."
"I didn't either..."
'NO ONE DID' Midori scribbles out, letter by letter.
"did...did you just write?"
'OF COURSE I DID SILLY HOMAN'
"It's, uh...it's h-u-man.." Shinsou clears his throat awkwardly. "When did you learn to write?"
'H-U-MANS WRITE LOTS. I WATCH. ALWAYS WATCH'
"That's not creepy."
'CATS ALWAYS WATCH. LIKE TO KNOW'
"Okay then..." Aizawa walks over, staring at the paper. "we should get him to Nezu."
'NEZU IS STOAT HERO, YES?'
"y-yeah, he's the animal principal..."
--
Midori curls up in his owners lap in the unfamiliar room, glancing around.
"Your cat wrote?" Nezu raises an eyebrow, suspicious.
"Mhm." Shinsou nods.
Aizawa slides over the paper Midori had been writing on. "He only knows capitals though. And it's surprisingly readable for someone writing with their mouth."
Nezu traces the letters with a finger. "Midori,"
"Mrow." The cat looks up.
"Do you know Japanese? How to speak it?"
Midori tilts his head.
"Human language. What your family speaks in."
OH!
He nods.
"You can speak it? Like we can."
He nods again.
"Would you mind showing us?"
"H-hello." Midori purrs, proud of himself. "I'm Midori!"
"...Our cat fucking spoke. Oh my fucking god."
"Not like speak? I can do the not speaking."
Shinsou sighs, shifting awkwardly now he knows the cat he's been petting and getting to sit on him for months can speak and write. "No, it's fine.."
Nezu nods. "Your Japanese is quite good. How did you learn?"
"Mew...mew...Listened. Practise alone. Workers nice, speaked to me lots, learned from listen, meow."
"Impressive." The stoat stands, shuffling over to a cabinet. "I'd love for you to take an IQ test, to see how smart you truly are."
"Test...I'm good at test!" He purrs again.
"I don't doubt it."
--
"...wow.." Nezu stares at the paper. "His writing is all in capitals, but he did score above the average for teenage students."
Midori curls up on Shinsou's lap again, yawning with a blep. "Is good?"
"Very good." Nezu looks between the humans. "I'd like to tutor him, if possible."
"uhm...I guess, if he wants to..."
"Will have to spend away from Purple?"
"Purple?" Nezu tilts his head.
"Hitoshi."
"Oh. Yes, you'd have seperate classes."
"Then no." Midori nuzzles. "Stay with Purple."
"Perhaps we should get you your own desk in his classes then." Nezu turns on the computer at his desk. "You'd be able to stay with Shinsou, and learn."
"Yes! Like learn, like Purple!" Midori purrs.
--
By the next day, Izuku had his own seat, right by Shinsou.
He was top of the class academically too! And he got lots of pets from the class whenever he did well!
He likes pets.
Not Smokey's though. Or Sparkly's. Sparkly keeps trying to cover him in glitter.
Bolt and Koda are especially good at it though!
He's taken it upon himself to cheer up the class whenever possible, but still stay in the same room as Shinsou.
He may be smart, but that doesn't mean he's an asshole. He'll keep doing his job.
And if both Hitoshi and Midori end up snuggling every night, exhausted from that days work, then that's no-ones business but the two parents who caught pictures.