The next day Yuki sat at her desk, under the warm Friday sun, she didn't notice when she started a low purr. Taking her notes, she smiled to herself, feeling that today was going to be a good day. When the lunch bell ran Bakugo stomped over to her desk, slamming his hand down on her desk he leaned over her, his rage painted on his face.

"Stop purring during class!" he yelled. Pressing her ears against her head, she sunk away trying to appear as small as possible. "I can't concentrate!" he snarled.

"I'm sorry." Yuki squeaked out. Kirishima pulling on Bakugo's arm telling him to calm down, rounding on his friend he continued his yelling fit.

"Can you move?" Shinso asked Bakugo standing in the row of desk looking like he was done with life in general. "Do you always have to blow up at everything?"

"WHAT WAS THAT INSOMIAC FREAK?" Bakugo yelled, suddenly going blank. Smirking Shinso walked past him, stepping between Yuki and the angry boy. Taking the opportunity Yuki left the classroom too before Bakugo was released, Kirishima could handle Bakugo, but she couldn't.

Sitting by herself Yuki pushed her sketchbook to the side and laid her head down, arms outstretched she watched the pink petals of the cherry trees blowing though the breeze. She didn't get any food; she just wasn't hungry. Bakugo yelling wasn't anything new and it didn't bother her that much, but she was bothered that she was purring in class, interrupting her classmates focus. A lunch tray clicked down, the table dipping slightly as someone sat down near her. Turning her head, she let out a huff before turning her gaze back to the window.

"You don't have to; you owe me nothing." She sighed.

"Maybe I changed my mind." Shinso answered flatly starting to eat.

"About what exactly?" she asked mimicking his flat tone.

"Having friends."

"Why are you doing this?" She chirped looking up at him from under her messy hair and the folds of her arms under her head.

"Doing what?" he asked playing dumb with a toothy smirk.

"You've been very clear and up front about not making friends, now all of a sudden you want to be my friend." Sitting up she leaned her cheek into her hand. "It doesn't make sense."

"You adopted me, remember?" he fixed her with a cocky smile. "Cats choose their people."

"Smart ass." She giggled sitting up straight.

"Won't deny it. But remember," he shrugged, "you choose me, so I'm your smart ass."

"As long as you remember that I'm human first, I'm not a cat." She argued sticking her tongue out at him with a smile.

"You sure look like a cat to me." He retorted not attempting to stop her from taking a rice ball from his tray.

"We're going to have that kind of friendship. Playful insults?" she inquired taking a bite of her stolen food.

"Sounds right up my ally."

"Okay, alley cat."

"Pure bred." He retorted leaning into his palm and chuckling when she attempted to mimic his smile.

"Insomniac." She laughed out trying to ignore the thought in her head that said she no longer wanted to be just friends. Pushing the thought and the growing feeling away she told herself that she didn't really feel that way.