Aizawa had been on his usual patrol late at night when he saw something flash in the corner of his eye. It was too quick for him to get a good look, and he hadn't heard anything, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He landed soundlessly on a roof by the alleyway where he originally saw whatever it was. A quick glance around showed that it was deserted, but looks could be deceiving. He needed a closer view. Carefully he dropped down into the alley, nothing yet.

After searching the entire alleyway he hadn't found anything, by the looks of it the place had been deserted for months. Aizawa sighed quietly, he needed to get his eyes checked again…

He had just gotten home, he had stopped three muggings and a drug deal but otherwise it was a quiet night, which put him on edge. It was never this quiet and he felt like something was going to happen. Aizawa sighed once again, and unlocked the door to his apartment…

*BONK*

Something small hit his legs.

Aizawa was in a battle stance in milliseconds, but when he looked down he was shocked, though years of training kept him from showing any outward surprise. Looking up at him was some kind of… thing..? He honestly didn't know what it was, but it was alive.

The thing stood at around the base of his arms, well, its antlers did. They seemed deer-like and had soft fuzz decorating them. Other than that it seemed the things body was a blob of some sort. It almost looked squishy. With a blank face (he assumed it was a face) and stubby legs protruding from the bottom. Adorning it was a green coat/cape of sorts. With a gold clasp, it covered most of the blob body, except for the legs and head. And after soaking the image before him for a few seconds all he could manage to say was, "I'm too tired for this."

Crouching down, Aizawa asked, "What are you? Do you need help?" The thing was obviously confused, it's face (Aizawa thought it was a face but honestly he couldn't be sure) spun and swirled before an image appeared, '?' Aizawa almost fell backwards. "Ok," he breathed, "ok, so it can communicate." He straightened up and backed into his apartment, stepping to the side he motioned it inside. It toddled forwards happily, he was at least hoping it would hesitate but no, it seemed to trust what must be a complete stranger. "Huh, well you're smart."

The thing spun back around, almost floating to face him at the sound of his voice, another image appeared on its face ':]' Aizawa huffed a laugh at that, so it could understand him. He followed it inside, running a hand through his unkempt hair and sighing tiredly, exhaling all of his adrenaline out and breathing utter exhaustion in. "Alright... Thing." he said in a sleepy voice, "You can stay here for now, until I figure out what to do with you." In response the thing chirped and toddled farther into his apartment, settling on the soft carpet by his couch. Aizawa huffed a bit of laughter, "I have absolutely no idea what to do with you if that brings you any solace." It tilted it's head and softly mrrped, acting a bit like a cat. That was good, he knew how to handle cats. He turned, wanting to get out of his hero suit, and into his sleeping bag, if he could find it amongst the piles accumulating in his bedroom. Just thinking about the search made him groan. At the sound the thing (he really needed a name for it) pushed it's head into the ground to stabilize itself as it got up, which, admittedly, was adorable. Once it had gotten up it walked over to him tilting its head and bumping his knee gently, it startled the tired figure, who looked down and smiled a little bit. "You wanna help or something?" The only answer he got was another bump in the leg. Deciding that he wasn't going to deal with that until he was comfortable he started towards his room.

The door clicked open softly, and his aching exhaustion seemed to double looking at the piles and groups of items clustered around the floor, bed, and desk. "Alright it's bright yellow it can't be that hard to find."

It was. After about ten minutes of uninterrupted searching, the thing standing in the doorway confused, he had given up. Laying on the floor in his hero suit, almost ready to sleep where he was. The thing waddled forwards, careful not to trip on anything in the process and tapped Aizawa with it's surprisingly soft leg. "Hm?" he hummed against the floor, "What?" the thing gestured to his bed. "I'm okay on the floor thank you." the thing gestured towards his bed again, this time more sharply. It made the tired man smile, conceding to the thing's wishes.

He rose from the floor slowly, grabbing some more comfortable clothes and going to his bathroom to change (which was in just as much chaos as the rest of his room). He threw his uniform down, feeling better now that he was in clothes that much better suited his tiredness. And to his surprise he remembered exactly where his sleeping bag was. "Thank you thing." he mumbled under his breath, digging under a specific pile and hugging the bag to his chest. The thing (once he woke up he would start brainstorming names for it, but he was just too tired at the moment) chirped happily, making him smile softly. He slipped into his sleeping bag and plopped onto his bed, the thing hauled itself onto the bed along with him, snuggling into his chest.

As he felt his mind start to sleep into blissful peace a rumbling startled him into a slightly more awake state, but he quickly realized it was just the thing purring, it really did resemble a cat. With the warmth of his sleeping bag and the purring of the thing he soon fell into slumber.

-[time skip]-

Knowing that it was an off work day, Aizawa didn't bother setting an alarm. What awoke him finally was the sound and smell of sizzling bacon. His curiosity was more than piqued, especially when he noticed the thing (yet to be named) had disappeared from its place next to him. He didn't quite have the energy to panic but he also had the instinct to be concerned. He shrugged aside the sleeping bag, pushed himself off of his bed (regretfully shrinking at the cold in his apartment, he always did forget to turn the heat on.) and wandered outside of his bedroom. His bare feet hit the cold floorboards as he padded down towards the kitchen. Approaching the scene with hands clenched up hovering by his chest. He was honestly expecting some sort of dramatic villain introduction where they used his bacon. What was actually happening was almost the complete opposite (almost, because it was still using his bacon.).

Standing there was the thing, at least he thinks it was the thing, it better be the thing. It's legs had elongated and now he could see pale arms stretching out from under it's cloak. The arms were unnaturally long and didn't seem to have any defined joints, just bending like a noodle when needed. The fingers (?) sharpened to a point and didn't look to have any fingernails. And it was cooking his bacon.

"What."

End of chapter one.