Bakugo's birthday was the first in the class, he made a scene about being left alone but eventually gave in and allowed his friends to celebrate the weekend before the day. Joining Ashido, Yuki exchanged dance moves with the pink girl. The two having a blast for a few songs before a shy Kirishima found his courage to join, taking Ashido's attention. Taking a water break Yuki looked around at her classmates, someone was missing.

"You're not going to join the party?" Yuki asked Shinso when he opened the door.

"Doesn't seem like fun to me." He admitted walking back into his room and sitting on the floor in front of his bike he had taken apart.

"You should socialize sometimes, even if you don't want to be anyone's friend." She lightly scolded picking up the white and orange kitten when it scampered up to her and squeaking up at her. Kneeling on the floor she began to purr, flicking her tail and giggling when the kitten chased after it.

"I'm your friend." Shinso pointed out skipping a song playing on his phone and picking up his tools.

"Only if you want to be." She hummed, he turned to look at her, but her eyes remained on the kitten pouncing on her tail. She sat there dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt with paw prints going up one side, a hoodie in her hand. Always dressing in comfortable clothing over something fashionable like the other girls he had seen in his class or around campus, not to say he didn't think she didn't look good or anything. Her style gave her a great rang of movement, and she always seems so comfortable, the best fashion sense of any of the girls he had seen in his opinion.

"It was my choice." He hissed, sighing he rubbed the back of his head, leaning back and looking up at the wall before looking at her again. Why did she look so sad?

"You sure you don't want to join the fun?"

"Fine." He gave in, not sure why she changed the subject. "I'm almost done." Picking up the front tire he began to screw it back onto the frame. "Do you think I don't want to be your friend?" he asked with a sigh giving the wheel a spin.

"I feel guilty." She admitted.

"About?" he grunted twisting to look at her again.

"I shared the golden eyes with you without your consent." She started. "Then I pursued a friendship with you. I feel like I forced it onto you." Still, she avoided looking at him, the cute kitten being a good excuse.

"You saved my life by doing that." He reminded, his voice tight and heavy with the annoyance he felt. "And yet you always act like you're the one that's indebted to me."

"I am." She sighed. Leaning back into his arms stretched out behind him he hung his head back for a moment, closed his eyes, and let out a long, deep sigh.

"I'm not your friend because of any self-proclaimed debt." He complained. "Or because cats are my favorite animal." Lifting his head, he looked at her again, this time she looked up at him. "I'm your friend because you've never shown any trace of fear or mistrust in me or my quirk." Sitting back up he hung his head forward, rubbed the back of his neck again, his cheeks growing a bit warm. "I haven't meet that many people that are as willing to be as close to me as you are."

"You've been in pain because of how people see your quirk." She breathed out. "I can't relate in the same sense, but I can relate a little." Crawling forward she sat at his side and showed him her arms and legs, he never noticed before, but she was covered in white scars like the one on his neck.

"I thought you could completely heal nonseries wounds?" he mumbled turning one of her arms around following a scar as it wrapped all the way around her forearm, a sickening feeling growing in his stomach, he had a feeling what her answer was going to be.

"I can." She breathed out catching her breath when Shinso grabbed onto her right ear, pushing her fur to the side to see the same kind of scar where he saw the ear cut. He felt so sick. Looking at her chest he saw some scars disappearing under her shirt, he didn't think. On his hands and knees he pulled her shirt up; she lay on the floor under him, hands pushing against his chest. Realizing what he was doing he started to apologize getting off her, she told him it was okay, sat up and pulled her shirt up herself, careful to not expose her chest and bra. He didn't know too much about the organs in a human body, but he knew enough to recognize that the scars on her stomach had a sickening pattern.

"How?" he demanded with a snarl.

"My father's friend was a bit unhinged." She sighed, her fingertips following a few of her scars. "She wanted to see if I could regrow my own organs, so she removed them one by one." Shinso felt like he was going to vomit. "I know it's a completely different situation from what you've experienced, but I wanted you to know that I do understand, even if it's a little." She stammered in a rush.

"That's what you're worried about? That I'll be upset at you for trying to relate when our situations aren't exactly the same?" he chocked out, his eyes locked on her scar covered body as she pulled her shirt back down.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, tears burning at the back of her eyes her throat feeling tight.

"I've got a serious question for you." he said flatly with his toothy smirk, taking her hand he pulled her to her feet and into his arms. She was so much shorter than him, her head only reaching his chin. "Do you get hairballs?" he chuckled feeling her flinch in his arms, the tip of her tail flicking in annoyance.

"You're an ass." She cried before laughing with him.