A.N.: Something I'd like to say for anyone who actually reads this, I'm still trying to grasp how to write from Kaachan's perspective since this takes place after high school. So, capturing a mature version of him I've never seen is a bit of a challenge, so I apologize if he comes across as out of character, but this is just how I imagine the mature Kaachan who has worked out his issues for the most part.
I thank you all for giving this story a read.
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"What?" I stare at my boss as he looks at the list in his hands.
"Got a bug in your ear? I said you have to attend the banquet as a guise to find the traitor." He was determined to get the rat who caused us to lose one of our own.
"You think they'll be there?"
"I have no doubt in my mind, they'll be there, and they'll lead us straight to the bastard who killed Yurei."
"I can be on the road in an hour."
"Make haste and prepare for anything. This is to be handled in-house, which means I need Nobody." I clench my hands before nodding.
"Yes, Sir." I stand, grabbing my bag as I head out the door and make my way home.
My go bag was always ready and my angels both had ones too. I toss mine into the trunk and set theirs into the car as I lock up and arm the house before driving to the preschool and signing them out.
"Are we going to Papa and Memaw's?" Hikari asks as she hugs her stuffed Froppy.
"Yes, Bossman gave mama a job in the city, so I need you both to be the best you can be for your Memaw and Papa."
"Okay!" They exclaim in unison, their plushies currently 'fighting'.
By the time we reach my parent's place Froppy has rescued the apple juices and Deku has smashed the evil pocket monster, Vulpix, who was named Foxy.
I walk them to the door and as they kiss me goodbye, I already missed them.
"Be safe." Mom tells me as she reaches out to me and I hug her.
"Always," I look over to my children and smile. "I shouldn't be more than a couple of days at the latest, the soonest will be tomorrow evening."
We part with final goodbyes and I point my car in the direction of the freeway heading off to start my current assignment.
The venue was full of heroes and sidekicks, but mostly it was fucking packed. The evening was too long for my liking and I was ready to go home.
"Come on, B, lighten up. It is a party after all." Kirishima comes walking over from the group he was with prior and I roll my eyes. "Quit being a wallflower."
"Whatever," I grumble when a slim arm loops around mine, "Goddamnit."
"Hey, Red," Camie greets Kirishima as they reach me at the same time. "Didn't expect to see you here, sour face." She looks at me with a coy expression.
"He wouldn't be if they didn't make it mandatory." Kirishima says, "B here would sooner be home asleep."
"Ya'know that's a sign of depression. I know a good therapist, he was a terrible boyfriend, but he is good at his job." She states.
"Bakugou? Depressed? Ha, Nah, he's just an old man."
"Quit fucking talking about me like I'm not here!" They share a laugh, but I look past Kirishima where I spot Kaminari. "Hey, Dunce face!" Sure enough, he looks over before frowning at the name, but he walks over to us and crosses his arms.
"What?"
"Did you accidentally ring me last night?"
He looks confused and pulls out his cell. "No, I would remember a butt dial that ends with shouting, why?"
"It's nothing then." They start to converse and soon the others make way to us. I listen to them talk over the events of the night as I let my eyes wander, a flash of sapphires catching in my peripheral.
"Hey, Sour face, what do ya say?" Camie smiles at me.
"Huh?" I spare a glance at her before I search for them again in the crowd.
"About dating me, are you even listening?" She pouts.
"Camie, I only have room for one lady in my life right now," I remove her arm. "And she's waiting at home for me." Shattering glass draws everyone's attention to a laughing group, one apologizing as they look at the glass they dropped.
I turn and catch sight of a misty-eyed brunette clad in black as she lowers her hand, takes a few steps away from us, and hurries from the room.
"Who was that?" Somebody asks, but I press my lips into a fine line and head to the other exit.
Peeling out I speed away from the venue, wanting mostly to get as far away from this feeling of drowning in the depths of those eyes.
Once home I head up and unlocking my door, step inside and hang up my keys. "Sora." I drop down and start to remove my shoes when I hear her call out to me and she greets me sky blue eyes, happy to see me.
"I'm home."
8½ years ago
"We can't go in guns blazing, Ground Zero." They all look at me before I had even uttered a word.
"EJ is right, they have hostages and they already wounded one of them." Kaminari crosses his arms.
"It's Earphone Jack, quit shortening it." Jirou chides him for the umpteenth time.
"I wasn't going to say to blast in you idiots," I look over the blueprints. "Since you narrowed their locations to both the main floor and the security room located on the second floor, the only way in is to fry electricity, but that could lead to casualties. . ." I rest my knuckles against the table as I look over the map. "Get me the electrical schematics of the building, if we do this right both your quirks can get us the advantage."
I walk over and look out the window at the bank, we had hit a wall as the robbers already threatened to kill the hostages if they so much a see a hero near the doors or in the cameras.
The buzzing of my work cell draws my eyes to it earning a frown and I answer it. "Who's this and how did you get this number?"
"I'm Nobody, but I was simply checking if you knew who was working the bank robbery case so, by any chance do you know?" The voice masked as things shuffle about.
"Two other heroes and I, now why is that any of your damn concern?"
"Listen here, Mister Mcsplodes," The voice cuts in, irritation present. "I'm just a person who happens to be in a position to help. Now, are you going to help me help you or am I going to have to do this alone?"
"Tell me your name and I might fucking consider it."
"I'm Nobody." I end the call.
"What if they could help?" Denki calls out as I toss the cell on the table and look at them.
"I won't trust a nameless extra with their lives."
"But," He looks to Jirou and she shrugs.
"I agree with Ground Zero on this, it's an unknown risk we just can't take."
The papers get to us and we start to map out our plan of action.
A commotion reaches us, and we hurry down to the cops on the lower floor.
"What's happening?" We ask.
"The cameras are down." The tech at the computers informs us.
"Surround the building, stay out of sight of the main doors." I tell them as we rush just outside, Jirou using her quirk to check what was going on inside.
"There's no movement." We hurry inside to rescue the hostages and apprehend the robbers, but the floor is was littered with sleeping people and faint traces of smoke that dissipates into the vents.
Passing all the sleeping people I find Kaminari standing beside two of the robbers, bound together by their hands and feet. A strange collar around each of the robbers necks two upstairs found in the same state.
We head out and find the media stations and reporters flooding the area. As we go through the normal publicity, I can hear the chatter of the interviewed hostages.
"So, nobody saved you?"
"Yes."
"If nobody helped you, who did that to the robbers?"
"Nobody."
"Do you think they mean?" The cameraman asks.
"Can you describe what this nobody looked like? We'll compensate you for this information." They were pushy but everyone replied the same way.
Each one said it happened so quickly, never giving more than the reporters already knew.
"Working hard?"
I tense before looking down into sapphires. "Uh!"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Okay." She walks past me.
Wait a goddamn minute, I catch her arm as she starts to walk away. "Where are you going?"
"To the Gym." She gestures to the bag over her shoulder and a brow rises at the familiar bindings on her arms.
"You come from boxing or something?"
"Kickboxing; keeps me on my toes."
I release her arm when I realize I'm still holding onto her, so I cross my arms instead. "What brought you this way?"
"Must have been fate." She giggles.
I didn't realize it happened till cameras flash and we both look to the camera pointed at us. I scowl at the photographer when the camera was snatched out of her hands.
"Hey, that's mine!" The girl cries as Souma steps out of her reach.
"I don't remember giving you the right to take my photo," Souma states as she quickly makes work on the camera before handing it back to her. "I'll mail this," she holds up the blue memory chip, "back to your company," She looks at the name on her lanyard. "Emi."
She saunters off leaving the photographer and I standing there watching in shock.
"My boss is going to kill me." She mutters.
"She's so weird."
After a few more interventions in petty crimes and a couple of hostile situations, I make my way to the parking garage.
I hop on my bike and pull out my key when my phone vibrates. I reach into my jacket and pull out the phone.
*Side Character
12:18 pm: The picture turned out nice :p Should send Miss Emi a reward for capturing a rare Katsuki.
12:18 pm: MMS
Looking at us was different from this angle and I furrow my brow trying to figure out when I smiled. I shake my head and swipe up to the next message.
6:42 pm: Dearest Main Character, I have a quest for you so, if you aren't out saving the world from evil, would you partake in a journey to restock my supplies, the winter has been harsh, dear hero.
6:46 pm: Pleeaassee?
I shake my head and bring my bike to life before heading out.
Three heavy knocks sound before I stuff my hands into my pockets. There is a moment of time before you hear things fall and a slightly raised voice before the door opens and she hops out on one foot.
"Hiii."
"You know it's only Fall, right?"
She smiles at me as she closes the door. "I know. Thank you for coming, hero. You didn't have too."
"Oh? Okay, see you later."
"Wait!" She catches my upper arm and pulls me back. "I really do need your help, I'll make you food or buy you something, please don't go."
I look at her and she was scrunching her face. I reach up and flick her forehead. "Lock up."
I walk away as she rubs her head, pouting as she turns to lock up. She catches up and looks around before looking at me confused.
"Where's your bike?"
"I didn't bring it; it isn't exactly meant for grocery hauling."
"Aww, I wanted to see you driving with the funny little buggy like attachment."
"Hell no!" I open the passenger door and she raises a brow. "Get in the truck or I'll leave without you."
"Aye aye." She jumps in as I walk around and hop into the driver's side. Buckled in and doors closed we head off.
At the store, she slowly fills the cart and for umpteenth time pinches the bridge between her eyes. She smiles at me when she catches me observing her before she stops in an aisle with dye.
"Why here?"
She perks a brow and pulls a box off the shelf. "Just wanting a change, Kirishima said the dyes here are good for home dyeing." She grabs another box and holds it against her face. "How about it? think I can pull it off like Kirishima?"
I look at the box and then her. "Non-sugar-coated truth," I take the box and shove it back onto the shelf. "You could pull off every color, but I think you rock your natural hair best." I shrug and walk down the aisle and reach into the male dyes and grab a brunet shade and turn to her. "With this, I'd look like my damn old man."
She bursts into giggles and props a hand on her hip. "Do it!"
"No!"
"You do it and I'll do . . ." She runs her fingers across the colors before pulling a box off the shelf. "And I'll rock, Electric Lime?"
I grab the box and look down at her before setting the boxes back on the shelf behind her. "No dyeing." she makes a face before flicking my chest.
"Party pooper, fiiiiine." She grabs the cart and we leave the dye behind to grab a few more things.
Everything unloaded and in hand, we head to her door when she stops and I almost slam into her and before I can speak, she shushes me and sets her bags down. She hurries over to the door left ajar and peers inside.
Together we enter the apartment ready to fight when the darkness fills with lights and cheers surround us, leaving us face to face with our friends. "Surprise!"
I look at them all and over to Hatsume who holds a cake in her hands. I look at Souma who stares at the calendar on the wall.
"What the hell is going on?!" I ask and they all share confused looks.
"Uh, Hatsume said it was Souma's birthday." She lowers the blade in her hands and heads back out the door. I join her and we return with the groceries before she grabs Hatsume by the arm and drags her out of the living room.
"I didn't know you were out with So-chan." Mina says as she slides over to look at the bags Souma and I had brought in. I search for the items she bought to make for dinner and now it seems as though there was too little.
"I had a truck," I start emptying the bag before me and I walk over to the fridge to open it and find it almost barren. "and she asked for help." Apparently, she wasn't kidding about the low supplies, but there was a downside to this job, especially when you lived alone.
"At this hour? Everyone knows you like to be home and in bed by now." I could feel those eyes baring into me as I keep myself busy putting things away.
"I don't have to explain myself to you." I shut the fridge and move toward the pantry and stumble. I look around to make sure no one saw and made eye contact with Mina over her cup. "You saw nothing."
She looks away, shoulders shaking, and I pick up the bag I kicked and start tossing the spilled over contents back when I jam my finger and curse before picking it up as I go to turn it over I hear them returning so I shove everything into the bag and zip it up.
The night proceeds with Souma and Hatsume returning and drinks are passed out. Games are played, movies are tossed on, music is played, and furniture is shoved out of the way to allow for dancing and competitions on who could do something better than the next.
It died down after two neighbors got onto her for the noise around ten.
Souma was dragged to a seat, the cake was set before her and the lights dim. I let them drag us all to the table and watch as they sing, her eyes on the lit candle, the flame flickering in her wet eyes before it goes dark and cheers fill the room, the light soon following.
She laughs and lowers her sleeve quickly as she stands to hug everyone before excusing herself for a moment.
I wave off the cake offered to me and take the moment where everyone was eating and watching the last of the movies picked, The Phantom or whatever, but they sang a lot and it was in English.
I head toward the bathroom and there in her room she paces, fanning her face. I look to the others as they all seem to gather around the tv now and give a soft knock before stepping into the room.
"Hey," She jumps when I knock and just short of dives to close the door before I made it all the way inside. "Woah!" I catch it and fully enter before letting it close.
"I said I needed a moment." She says, forehead pressed to the door.
"I have a question."
"And it couldn't wait till later?"
"No, it pertains to your mood change when we got back here."
I feel her glare at me more than see it in the lack of light. "It doesn't matter." She whispers before turning around and sliding down the door.
"Bullshit."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, 'Bull. Shit.'"
"What is your deal, B?"
"You call me your best friend and yet I didn't know it was your birthday till after everyone else did."
"Hatsume wasn't supposed to tell anybody!" She shouts as she throws her hands into the air exasperated. "I don't' celebrate this day, today is the first. . ."
She presses her hands to her face, and I cross my arms, frustrated at her frustration. "First what?"
"Celebrating my real birthday." The words were low and muddled. "I mean, don't get me wrong, tonight was the most wonderful night, but today is a hard day for me." She shoves herself up and shakes off her hands.
"Why?"
"Because I celebrate my"Birthday" in October."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter, B."
"Fine, your welcome for the ride today, but don't ask me for anything else. Obviously, this friendship is a sham so I'm out."
"Bakugou, wait." She says as I open the door and step out. "B!" I keep on passing behind those watching the movies end and past those gathering their belongs to leave.
I step into my boots, snatch up my keys and head out the door. The early fall breeze blowing through the night.
"Why are you acting so childish?!" She angrily whispers from behind me. I unlock my truck and grab the handle. "Katsuki, please." She held firm to my bicep, and I grit my teeth.
Childish? Maybe.
Justified? I fucking think so.
"Nah, go tell Hatsume, I obviously never got level 10 clearance."
"Level 10 clea- what are you talking about?!" She puts her hands up in all her confusion. "Nevermind, that's not important. Why does it matter that I didn't tell everyone about today? Hatsume only knew because she found me in tears last year, and I've been friends with her since we were first years in high school."
"You still could have told me."
"No, I couldn't." She drops her head and wraps her arms around herself. "A real friend would understand that." She walks away from me and past the others who were leaving too. I shake my head and slam the door as I hop in and my truck roars alive before I pull out and head home.
The next morning came without words from either of us.
The next day and the day after that too and before I knew it October crept in and colder nights were upon us.
I join the small group of heroes as we are briefed on the mission at hand.
An underground operation, contraband, missing workers, and dead heroes had led us all here. We infiltrate and I was locked and loaded as we take out the small fries and work our way further in.
Each one we barrel through brought us closer to the center when gunfire sent the few of us not preoccupied merging to the source and there we found one of our heroes wounded and the bad guy with the gun in hand as he presses his back to the wall waving the gun around.
"Get this the fuck off of me or I'll kill her!" He shouts upon seeing us inch forward and trains the gun on the bleeding hero, his other hand clasped around the metal collar clasped around his neck.
A chime sounds through the room and his eyes glaze over and the gun points up to the ceiling as his pupils dilate and the chime sounds again and he screams, firing as he falls as if something above attacked him.
The closer of us three pulls up a shield and hurries to our teammate as we rush the crook who had unloaded the whole clip into the ceiling, shrill cries for the creature to die. A creature that didn't exist.
As they escort out the others and the officers are cleared to enter, I go to follow out when I hear the chime and I look around before a glint catches my eye and I see it stop rolling. I swoop it up, rotating the small bell between my fingers.
A string on the end caused me to scan the room, searching for anything I hadn't noticed in the heat of the battle and a faint string rests severed leading into the vents. I toss the bell into my pocket and pop the vent cover off, a single bullet lodged into the wall inside and then blood. It had pooled in one spot but smeared as they slid through the vent in a rather unnatural way.
"Officer, get a sample of this too," I say and hop down before helping guide the others out. I approach the medics and ask if anyone came to them to be treated for bullet wounds other than the hero in the first ambulance.
"No one has come to us yet, but we'll let you know if someone does." They smile and wave the next person over to be checked for wounds.
I look around brow furrowed, and frown secured as I search when I am approached by the cameras.
"A little bird told us your team worked with the elusive hero Nobody on today's raid." I look at them and back at the heroes facing the same fate.
"Find a better informant, there is no hero by that name." I excuse myself and finish up helping before heading to the officer from before.
"I'm sorry, Ground Zero, the blood was coated with ammonia."
"Damn. Thanks, I appreciate the effort."
When we finish at the office, I excuse myself and swing by a small store to find something simple to eat.
"I'm sorry, here." I pause in the door frame as Souma hands money to the cashier.
I walk in and grab something simple as I watch her thank the cashier and leave the building before I go up to pay.
I step out and she walks with her head down. I pull out my cell and find the number I needed and shoot a text out.
It pings after a moment.
*Gear Head
8:03 pm Yeah, I'm still on the clock. Swing by tomorrow and I'll tell you what the issue was.
8:04 pm You were supposed to send them in last week, so this is on you.
8:14 pm Hey, have you heard from So-chan?
I look up at her in the distance and head to my bike. I don't know why everyone keeps asking me that, she's obviously fine.
The night was simple as I got home, ate, then passed out.
The morning came and since I was off for the day I head out to the gym, then a quick breakfast, before heading to Hatsume's shop. I get there and head inside to find her nodding off while tinkering with something.
"Yo," I call out and she perks up and looks at me confused before looking at her watch.
"Oh, one moment." She stands with a stretch and saunters over to a coffee machine and I walk over to my bracers to see they were laid out across the table top. "Have I ever mentioned I'm glad you take part in cleaning these bad boys? Cause you never disappoint."
I shrug, "It's no big deal."
"The sound you were hearing was from this being severed when you took a hit." She points to the broken piece. We go over the cost of part replacements and diagnostics for other potential abnormalities.
After an hour or so of tweaking with it and a few other components, I wait for her to come back from a phone call and I spare a glance to my boot and notice bloody gauze and tried to remember if I had noticed a cut on Hatsume.
She walks back in and tosses me a water before setting the phone on the receiver and I take a swing as she walks over to the table.
"I'll send these back before the day ends," She scribbles something down and I can't help but feel curious. "Check in again in a few weeks unless you encounter another massive brawl."
"Did you cut yourself?" I blurt and remain stone-faced as she shakes her head and I point to the trash bin.
"Oh," She shoves it a little further beneath the table. "That was nothing." She laughs and looks off to the side.
"An awful lot of blood for nothing," I stand and turn to head out when I notice something on the counter. "I recognize that mask." I walk over to it and she jumps in the way.
"Nope, everything on this side is off limits. No touchy."
"Is there a hero named Nobody or is it some stupid name given by the media to the hero who wears that mask?"
"Souma."
I furrow my brow. "She has nothing to do with the question."
"The bloody gauze if from her, she got hurt helping out someone and bam came her for a patch up."
She looked fine when I caught sight of her.
"You should take her this for me, she left it last night." She drops a hoodie into my hands and shoves me from the building. "Bye." The doors shut and I look at the hoodie then back at Hatsume as she flees back inside.
"Goddammit! Get back here and answer me!" I shout and bang on the doors when the shutters close inside and I curse. "I'll be back!" I stomp away from the building she locked me out of and shove the hoodie into the compartment beneath my seat and check my cell.
There was a missed call from the nerd, so I shot him back a call.
"Kaachan?"
"What did you call about?"
"Just wanted to see if you were still grabbing Kirishima to hang out so we could set up for the surprise?"
I check the date and curse, "Yeah, I'll grab him now."
I hang up and head to his place. At the apartment, I punch in the code and head inside to find Tetsutetsu elbow deep in a gift box.
"Oh, Hey Bakugou, Kirishima actually left already. I think he's wrapping my gift somewhere else." I look at him and shake my head, that's right, they share the same birthday too. Think by now I would remember that.
"Erm, have you seen that new action film yet?" He closes the box and makes a face.
"Not yet, we actually brought it up last night when the commercials popped up though."
"Uh, wanna watch it? Just have to find knucklehead."
He jumps to his feet excited. "Hell Yeah!"
We message him to meet us at the theater, no questions asked he was there when we walk up and I buy another ticket for myself as I sent them in before me to get whatever they wanted. They were like kids in a candy shop that whole movie.
Once I got the okay we head to their place and I opt to come in behind them not wanting to get tackled by the idiots.
"Surprise!" The group shouts and both scream in excitement.
"He said we were going to a bar!" The birthday boys shout and Kirishima throws an arm around my neck, yanking me down to try and give me a noogie.
I yank out of it and give him a shove. "Get over there and enjoy your party dude."
Games, drinks, dares, and gifts fill the evening so when I open my eyes to find the sun creeping in through the windows, I am slightly shocked. I felt like shit as I get up and fold the blanket tossed on me before I head out.
I dig through the compartment and yank out the pill container and take the recommended dose before tossing it back in. I stare at the sweater then pick it up and haunting sounds of my own friends turning on me. That's why I drank too much.
Throwing it back in, secure the seat, and yank on my helmet before zipping up my jacket.
Why did I have to apologize?
I didn't do anything wrong.
Who calls someone a best friend and keeps secrets?
No one in my close group could, so why had she?
She's a part of us now!
My bike roars to life and takes off like a bat out of hell.
I pace the room as I wait for her to show up. Those still in the room kept their distance and others left as if they could feel my oozing frustration.
I drop onto the bench and cross my arms before looking over and eyes widen as my muscles lock up to prevent me from jumping at the sight of her sitting on the bench and bandaging her hands.
The door never made a sound, nor did she while setting a thing down, not even when she opened it.
"Souma."
"Bakugou."
"You're late."
"Trains don't work on Bakugou time." She says as she flexes her hands, testing the bandages before standing to start stretching. "Besides I thought you weren't talking to me?"
"I wasn't!" I stand and roll my shoulders. "But I have a bone to pick with you."
"So, you want to fight me?"
"You gonna tell me about your birthday?"
"I don't feel like it right now."
"Words are off the table, fists it is."
"Why is this so important to you?"
I walk to the mat and look back at her. "Why the hell isn't it to you? Best Friend."
I step onto the mat and walk over to my spot before facing her again, she adjusts the hood of her overshirt before taking her position.
"If you win, I'll tell you." She says and smiles. "When I win, you have to help me with a ginormous favor."
"When you win?! Like Hell." It was like the words were meant to make me see red. "You can use any style of fighting, just make kicking your ass fun."
That smile spreads before she raises a hand to cover it before taking our stances.
I rush her, steps solid, as I go in for a quick victory when the world goes vertical and I land on the mat. I look up at her in shock, not quite certain what happened as she looks down at me.
"Are you okay?"
I jump up and try again and again but with each slam, trip, swat, and kick that sent me just out of the ring, I got more and more irritated.
It was like I was an open book, a mouse in a cat's game as she moves gracefully, sweat on her brow evident as my own.
I rush her, fake out, catch her wrist, but she turns her hand and slips from my grip before using my own movement against me and shoves me back after kicking my leg from beneath me.
This pattern carried on for what felt like an hour before I finally catch her forearm and take her with me after she knocked me down. I take her surprise and roll her beneath me, pinning her there.
"Who taught you how to fight?" I ask, frustration shifting to something else when she gets her foot atop my thigh and with a sudden shove and quick work of her arms sends me to the floor my arm in her grasp.
"My Uncle was a fanatic about fighting, taught me every time he babysat." She tightens her grip and I grit my teeth as I try fighting her before tapping the mat.
"Fuck! I give." She releases my arm and I take it back to rub it as we sit up. I look at her and my mouth, which had opened to speak was left agape at the sight of her. Long locks not piled high in a bun or braided, all of it now just resting at her shoulders.
She reaches up and touches the ends before standing and returning to her bag.
"So," She starts as I stand, and I roll my eyes as I stretch a bit more. "about the favor. . ."
"You cheated, but what is this 'Favor'?" I walk over and pick up my water for a drink.
"Part one,"
"Part one?!" I shout.
She gives me a look. "Part one, be patient with me. I should have told you because I call you my best friend, however, I'm not ready to." I drop onto the bench and look up at her. "Part two, Are you allergic to cats?"
"No," I raise a brow. "Are you trying to give me a tiny purring murder machine?"
She giggles. "It's a kitten and no, just asking if you can house her till I'm able to move."
"Your complex doesn't allow them?"
She shakes her head and drops down beside me. "And my contract doesn't end for another six months, so I just need to find her a temporary home till I can find a new place that allows cats."
"Fuck it, it's only a few months."
She smiles for the first time and extends her hand to me. "Truce?" I shake my head and her hand as she wiggles her brows at me. "Wanna go another round?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
Sandpaper kisses pull me awake so I reach up and run a hand down fluffy black fur and purring fills the room.
"Morning Sora."
"Meow."
I look at her and she yawns before jumping down. I sit up and she rubs against my legs as I stand and head to the door. She slides through the nifty little cat door before I open the door and unlatch the lifted corner to lock it back in place.
We head to the kitchen and I pull out a few things and start to prepare breakfast. I flick on the news as I set Sora's plate in front of her, a pleased meow sounds before she starts to eat.
I throw together a protein shake and a small snack for myself before checking my emails.
"It was insane," I look over at the tv where Kaminari was displayed with a reporter. "We were leaving when we heard this sound and that was when we found him." Flashes of ambulances and police appear as a gurney carries a bagged body to it.
"That was from the interview with Chargebolt last night. The Stun Gun Hero said it was a gruesome sight at what was done to the sidekick."
I pull on some clothes and start to stretch and do some light exercises, Sora weaving around and climbing on me before I finish and head to the door to leave.
"Meooow."
I look at her and give her another stroke as I step into my shoes.
"Keep an eye on the place." I tell her and snatch up my keys.
"Meow."
Back to the daily grind.