Shota was ready to die, he was ready to leave for the afterlife. He accepted it, and was ready to let the darkness swallow him, anticipated it, even. He knew his problem children would be fine, they had grown strong, and they were ready.

So, when he woke up to find that he was alive, he cursed. He wasn't as surprised as one would expect, truthfully. His whole life was a shitshow, problem children jumping head first into danger, league of villains trying to take over the world, lead by a manchild and an ancient madman, and his class in the centre of it all.

He was ready for some well-deserved peace, but he should have known it wouldn't be that easy. It never was. So he ended up being reborn into a rich family, thankfully, his name was still Shota Aizawa. He didn't think he'd accept any other name.

His parents were distant, they didn't really care what he did. He was fine with that, he didn't want another set of parents anyway, he was fine to do things on his own. He didn't want to be treated like a child, because he wasn't one.

His Mother was a dancer and a model, his father made jewellery. They were both very well known, and traveled a lot. He was usually left alone with a maid to take care of him.

He wasn't planning on being a hero in this life, he had a lifetime of saving people, he wouldn't do that again. So he was glad when he found out that quirks didn't exist, and therefore neither did superheros. They were nothing but fairytails and make believe.

When he turned four, he was forced into dancing. And he was surprisingly good at it, he would mainly do ballet, but he also learned other types. He was given a schedule and diet that he had to follow.

He did not enjoy it at all, he thought that because his parents were so distant, he'd be able to do what he wanted. He should've known that his life wouldn't be that easy, he wasn't that lucky. But during some of his free time he trained, ofcorse, he knew he wasn't gonna be a hero anymore. But old habits die hard, and he didn't like being defenceless.

So his life consisted of dance practice, training, and homeschooling. He had to learn multiple languages, and etiquette. He was once again on a tight schedule , except he wasn't helping anyone this time.

Thankfully, by the time he was 14, he was deemed to know all they could teach, so he was freed from his dancing. Ofcorse, it was much earlier than anticipated, most people spent their whole life dancing, but he was a 'prodigy', so he was free earlier.

His parents didn't seem to care, which fit him perfectly, he didn't want to be put on a stage and shown off. His parents were self centered, they didn't want people to think he was better than them, so he was left alone. He was only taught so much because if somehow he was to be shown, they wanted to get praised with how well educated and talented their child was.

But now that he was finished with his dancing, he had much more free time, he spent a lot of it sleeping, but he still continued his training, and his stretching. All that dancing left him with almost inhuman flexibility. But despite himself, every once in a while, he'd dance a bit.

It had grown on him, and it was better when he wasn't forced into it. He was fine with spending his life cooped up in a large house where he could sleep all he wanted. But he should have known that it wouldn't last, because at age 15 they sent him to their mansion in France.

He had asked to be placed somewhere else, in a smaller house where he could live alone without maids or workers. This was the first time he had ever asked for something, so they granted his wish, allowing him to stay in a two storied house, it was still large, but it wasn't a mansion.

With his move to france, he was placed into public school, much to his chagrin. At least he had a week before school started. During that week, his parents sent him a small gift, he opened the small box, an in it lay a necklace. He inspected it closely, it had a pendant of the head of a black panther in mid growl, fierce red eyes glaring, nose scrunched and sharp teeth glinting in warning.

The pendant was intricate, details defined. Normally, Shota wasn't interested in jewellery, but he would make a slight ecception for this. He was drawn to it, so carefully he placed it around his neck.

Then there was a flash of light, and something small appeared infront of him. It was a small floating creature with a small body and a big head. It had small ears and a tail, its eyes were red, it's pupils slitted, and he could see small fangs poaking out of it's mouth.

He stared at it blankly, This was something that shouldn't be possible in this world. There wasn't supposed to be any quirks or supernatural things, but here was proof that this world wasn't as normal as he thought and hoped it would be.

"Hi, I'm Puma." The little flying thing said. "And I'm the panther Kwami." It proclaimed. Shota stared blankly, before he started to undo his necklace, he didn't want to deal with whatever this was.

"No, wait!" Puma placed his tiny paws on Shota's hand. He stared at the thing for a moment, before he let his hands fall "Why are you here?" He asked the small thing.

Puma pointed to the necklace he war "That is my miraculous." he said "It grants you powers so you can become a hero." he explained.

"No thanks." Shota said immediately, he did not want to be a hero again, that was too much drama, and if he became a hero now, he wouldn't even be paid like last time.

The kwami frowned, before sighing "That's okay, you are my master now, you are stuck with me, wether you choose to use me or not." The kwami said "But just in case you change your mind, say: Puma, fangs out." he explained, before floating over to a pillow and flopping down on it.

Shota sighed, he glanced at his necklace, then at the tiny kwami curled up on one of his pillows, before he himself flopped down on his bed, closing his eyes for sleep.

-x-

He lounged on his bed as the kwami flew around his room, inspecting it. He had a large room, his floor was comfortably carpeted, he had a corner with beanbags and another corner with a hammock, he had a shelve full of books, and a tv across from his bed. A large walk in closet on the right and a balcony, with another hammock. His balcony had multiple plants littering it, beautiful flowers in bloom.

"I like your room, very cozy." Puma commented as he flopped onto one of the beanbags. Shota grunted in response, before sitting up and heading towards the door. Puma followed him, ploping down on his head, nestled into his fluffy black hair.

He ignored it, walking into the kitchen, the kwami perked up "Do you have any meat? I love dear." Puma commented, floting down from his head. Shota nodded, before clicking a buzzer on the wall of his kitchen, "Meat." he said simply, before letting go.

Puma stared at him incredulously, before staring at the buzzer Shota had talked into. A moment later there was a nock on the front door, Shota opened the door, a man stood there, wearing a butler uniform, holding a grey platter.

Shota took the platter with a quiet nod of thanks, before closing the door and placing the platter on the kitchen table. Puma looked between the buzzer, the front door and the platter, before turning his confused red gaze onto Shota.

In response, he simply lifted the cloche lid, allowing Puma to see what was inside. His eyes widened, and his small nose twitched, and his small tail swished behind him excitedly. Shota would never admit that he found it cute.

In the plate was two pieces of steak, masterfully seasoned and cooked to perfection, Shota took another plate out of a cupboard, and placed one of the steaks into it, before pushing it forward, to Puma.

Puma's mouth watered, before he dived right into eating it, Shota ate his own slowly. Puma finished quickly, licking his lips, before sitting on the table and looking at Shota. "That was great, why do you have that?" he pointed a tiny paw in the direction of his buzzer.

Shota lazily eyed the buzzer before nonchalantly saying "That's so that my cooks can bring food."

"You have your own cooks?" Puma inquired curiously, he nodded "My family's rich, I was supposed to live in the mansion a few blocks away." he said.

Puma's eyes widened, "Then why do you live here?" he gestured to the large house, that was still considerably smaller than the large mansion they could see from their window.

"I don't see the point in living in such a large place. It's just a waist of money." he said, "This place is fine, it has everything I need." he said.

The kwami nodded in understanding, Shota stood up to wash the dishes. "Where are your parents? Do they live in the mansion? Do you live alone?" Puma asked, going back to Shota's head.

"They're traveling the world." he said simply "I'm staying here alone." he says simply. "Wait, so they just abandoned you?" Puma asked, a small scowl on his small face.

"They would have had to be with me to begin with to have abandoned me." Shota said, "They have always been distant, I don't often see them. They're both self centred, they love themselves too much to think of anything else. They were made for each other." He explained.

He truely did not care, he held no love for them, nor did he crave their attention. He was fine living his life alone. Puma frowned, but snuggled into Shota's hair to comfort him, not that it was needed.

-x-

During the week before school, Shota and Puma got to know each other a little more. Puma learned that Shota had actually done a lot of dancing in the past, and that his mother was a famous dancer and model, and that his father made jewellery.

Puma learned that Shota's parents didn't really care for him and that Shota didn't care in return. He learned that Shota was actually very smart and liked to sleep, just as much as Puma himself did.

He also learned that Shota wasn't a forceful master, Shota didn't force him into anything. He let Puma explore and do as he pleased, and it was a relief. Some masters would treat their kwami's as lower, having an imbalanced relationship.

But they were still new to each other, so Puma could be wrong, But he doubted it.

-x-

It was finally time for his first day of public school, and he was not excited. At least the school didn't need a uniform, so he wore a baggy black hoodie, and matching baggy pants. It wasn't very fashionable, but it was comfortable. He'd take comfort over fashion any day. And he didn't care what people thought of him.

So with Puma in his hood, he walked out of the house, and hopped into a car, one of his butlers driving him to school. He ensured that he wouldn't be taken in a limousine, that would draw too much unwanted attention. He didn't want to talk to people.

He got to school early. His parents signed him in for: Collège Françoise Dupont, a very large highschool. Ofcorse, it was nothing compared to U.A, but it was still considered large in normal terms.

So he made his way inside, walking to the principles office. He had memorised the school's layout and map, so he already knew where to go. Nocking on the door, he was let inside. Quickly scanning the name on the desk, Mr Damocles, he looked to the man.

"I'm Shota Aizawa." he said, and the Principle lit up in recognition, "Ah, the new student," he reached for his desk, before holding out a piece of paper, "This is your schedule, I can call someone over to give you a tour."

Shota took his scedual, before shaking his head, "It's okay, I don't need a tour." he said, his voice never leaving it's uninterested tone. The principle stared at him for a moment, before nodding slowly "Okay, if that's what you say."

With that, he turned and left the office, glancing at his schedule, he immediately started in the direction of his first class. He was the first to enter the class, thankfully. He walked to the top row, before sitting in the far left, where he would most likely be overlooked, and where he could see the whole room.

He placed his head into his folded arms on the table, and relaxed, but he kept his ears open, he wouldn't let his guard down. As time went by, people started to trickle in, he ignored it, nobody noticed him in the corner, just as he wanted.

He peeked up slightly when he heard a haughty voice. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, that's my seat." the voice belonged to a girl with blond hair tied up, with blue eyeshadow and a face full of make-up. He could already tell she was a spoiled brat with a god-complex.

She was staring at a girl with raven hair pulled into pigtails, Marinette, looking over her threghtoningly. Said girl looked up at the blond "But Cloe, this has always been my seat." She said, looking up at the bratty girl with her big blue eyes. "Nu-uh," a ginger haired girl said from beside Meranette "New school year, new seats." the ginger crosses her arms.

Cloe leans closer to Marinette, "So why don't you go sit by the new girl over there." She pointed behind herself to where a dark skinned girl with ginger hair sat, glaring at them.

She placed her hands on her hips, before turning back to Marinette "Look, Adrien's going to be arriving today. And that's his seat." She pointed to the seat in front of them, "This is going to be my seat." She banged her hand in front of Marinette, the seat right behind. "Get it."

Shota tuned them out, before glancing beside him where a boy had just seated himself. He had dark ginger hair, almost red. He looked meek, shoulders hunched. He flinched slightly when Shota turned to stare at him. "I-I can move if you want?" the boy offered, his voice quivered slightly.

Shota blinked lazily, He didn't seem like a loud mouth, so he didn't mind. He shook his head, before flopping it back into his folded arms.

The boy beside him let out a small breath of relief, before unpacking his things from his bag quietly.

-x-

When the bell rang, he slowly got up to head to the library, He ignored the slight confrontation of two boys, going straight to a dark corner in the library and burying his face into folded arms on his knees.

He didn't need to go to school, he had nothing to learn, he had already gone through school once, and even taught in a school. So he didn't pay much attention to the class, because he already knew what was taught.

The whole school shook, everyone started to panic and run around like headless chicken. Shota calmly got up, and made his way to the few tv's in the library, where it showed that there was a rock monster wreaking havoc.

By now, all the kids had ran out of the school, most likely getting home. Puma's little head popped out of his hood, "You could transform and go save Paris." Puma urged, "Are there any other miraculous holders?" Shota asked.

Puma was quiet for a moment, face scrunched in concentration, before he nodded, "Yes, the Cat and Ladybug Miraculouses." he said. Shota nodded slowly, "Then let's go home." he said, moving to leave the school.

"Aren't you gonna transform?" Puma asked, Shota shook his head, "Unnecessary, I will see if they need help." he said. Puma deflated, but berried himself back into the warmth of Shota's hood.

-x-

Shota and Puma laze on his bed, watching the tv show how Chat Noir and Ladybug defeat the stone monster.

Shota's face remains utterly unimpressed, he slowly turns to Puma, who doesn't look too much better, if a little embarrassed. He immediately knew who both of them were, he had no idea why everyone else seemed so confused. The only thing those masks were hiding was some skin.

They still had the same hair, same eyes, and features as their normal civilian counterparts. Ladybug was obviously Marinette, and Chat Noir was obviously Adrien, that one young model that is always on billboards all over Paris.

Both of them obviously had no idea what they were doing, but luckily enough Marinette was a fast thinker.

"That's Marinette and Adrien Agreste." He said dully. Puma looked at him, utterly surprised "How'd you find out?" Puma asked, looking back and forth between him and the TV. Shota gave Puma an offended look, "Their costumes don't hide their identities at all." he said flatly, eyeing Puma.

Puma seemed to realise how he sounded, he shook his head "That's not what I meant, usually our Miraculouses prevent people from connecting the dots." he explained "It's extreamly rare that it doesn't effect someone, and even then it takes them a few times to find out." Puma gave Shota an appraising look "It's impressive that you found out with just a glance." He commented.

Shota nodded his head slowly, before pointing at the screen "I won't look like that if I transform, will I?" He asked, because he refused to ever go out looking like that, Kwami magic be dammed.

Puma shook his head, "No, your suits are made to your own liking. So if you ever decide to transform, you'll be comfortable in whatever it is." Shota nodded slowly, silently relieved, he refused to wear something that looked like spandex.

As he observed, he realised that the both of them had uncanny precision, with the way they didn't aim properly when throwing their weapons, it made no sense that they worked so well with their weapons. Neither of them should have had the physical capability to jump so high, especially the girl, he had seen her in class, she shouldn't have been able to use her yo-yo like that, or throw Adrien.

"What about their abilities, they weren't aiming properly, and it should be physically impossible to do some of the things they did?" Shota asked, because neither of them had any training in self defence of fighting at all.

"Oh, that comes with using their Miraculouses, it gives them the ability to use their weapons and gives them a boost in their physical capabilities. But all that only works when transformed, so they go back to normal when they transform back." Puma explained.

"Would it be the same for us?" Shota asked curiously. He didn't actually need any of that, except maybe the physical abilities. He had a whole lifetime of muscle memory, and he had great precision. He was more flexible in this life then he was the last, and he was even slightly fitter.

Puma made a so-so gesture with his small paw. "Im a little different from the others. My transformations are more physical than magical." he explained "You will actually have to train with my weapon to use it, it won't just magically work like it does with the others." He explained, "But your physical boost will stay with you even after you transform, and when you shift for the first time, it will hurt." he explained.

"Why?" Shota asked. Puma looked up at him "Well, because i am a more physical transformation, your skeletal structure will change slightly to accommodate a tail and ears." he said "That is why you will always have me, we merge slightly, so you will have me for as long as you live, you will be unable to get rid of me, we will be inseparable." he explained softly "My miraculous only ever appears when someone is compatible, and you are very."

Shota was quiet for a while, that was a lot to digest. He leaned back slightly. Puma stared worriedly at his human to be.

Shota nodded slowly after a moment, before turning to the Kwami. That was a large decision to make. Binding them for life, it would be something both of them would have to talk about, then they would have to train. He decided to first get all the information beforehand.

"What is your weapon?" he asked, Ladybug had her yo-yo, Chat Noir had his staff. "Well, usually it's a lasso, or something like that. Someone once got a very long whip. So it's anything along thoes lines that will fit you best." Puma said.

Shota nodded, that meant he would most likely get his capture weapon back, which he had honestly missed. "Do you have one of those power-things?" He asked, Ladybug had her magical item-thing, and Chat Noir had his decay claws.

"We have paralysing," Puma said, "you can bite someone, and they'll be paralysed for 1 minute." Puma explained. He nodded slowly, before he could ask any other questions, the TV announced something again.

Apparently, a few people randomly turned into stone statues, identical to the stone monster. Puma face palmed. Shota alooked at him questioningly, "Ladybug should have purified the akuma, otherwise it just duplicates. They'll be stuck as statues until Ivan, the original, has any more negative feelings."

Shota sighed as well, "It's only a matter of time." Shota said calmly, "People know it was him who turned into the stone monster, people will start blaming him."

Puma sighed in resignation, nodding his little head.

-x-

The next day at school, Ivan was harassed by multiple people, Cloe being the loudest in her opinions. Shota glanced at them, before sighing and turning to go to class. "Aren't you going to help him?" Puma asked, his little head poking out to look at the boy being harassed.

Shota ashook his head, "No, it's better that he gets transformed." He whispered to Puma, who gave him a questioning look "If he's transformed, Ladybug and chat Noir can Purify the akuma, then all the statues will turn back into people." He explained.

Puma nodded in understanding, his mouth a small o, before he berried himself back into Shota's warm hood.

He took his place at the back of the classroom, His seatmate, Nathaniel, joining him minutes later. They sat in a comfortable silence as classmates made their way in.

The calm quiet was interrupted when Cloe walked in, pointing to the middle front seat as she stared at someone at the door. "This is your seat, Adrikins, I saved it for you!" She all but squealed. The purfect picture of a bratty fangirl as she pointed to the seat in front of hers.

"Thanks Cloe." the boy walked into the class, he had blond hair and green eyes, Adrien Agreste, Shota identified immediately, and Chat Noir.

He watched boredly as Cloe stuck gum onto Marinette's seat, nobody came into defence against Cloe. Though when Adrien noticed, he stood up "Hey, what're you doing?" He stared at the seat Sabrina, Cloe's best friend/minion, was still smearing Cloe's gum against.

"The brats that sat here yesterday need some attitude adjustments, Im just commanding a bit of respect." Cloe said confidently, smirking as she went back to her seat, seemingly proud of herself. If Aizawa was still a teacher, he would have expelled her immediately. He had a few students like that in his classes before, and they were all expelled before the first hour of their encounter with him. They tried to have their parents force them back in, or fire him, but they only ended up blacklisted from all the hero schools.

Shota did not tolerate spoiled brats, but this wasn't his class, he wasn't the teacher. All he would do is defend himself if she ever tried anything to him. But this little bubblegum trick? The person she was trying to target would deserve it if they didn't notice the blatant white spot on their seat.

Adrien tried to get the gum off the seat, which Shota thought was unnecessary. But Marinette and Alya, the new girl, as Cloe so eloquently put it, walked in on him trying to fix the spot.

Immediately they blamed him, Marinette didn't believe him when he said it wasn't him. Shota understood her reasoning, but she didn't observe properly, didn't look closer, all she did was accuse.

He placed his head back into his arms, content to ignore everyone else. But that was all interupted as the stone gollum barged into the classroom. Ivan having finally turned again.

He watched calmly as the golem took Meylène, a short girl with colourful dreadlocks, and his crush, in one of his large hands. Before grabbing Cloe with his other, who was on the phone calling her father rather loudly, before the giant leaped out of the classroom.

Shota calmly turned his head to look under the desk, where Nathaniel hid. Nathaniel stared at him with wide eyes. Shota stared at him for a second, before getting up and calmly leaving the classroom, heading to the corner of the library to wait out the crisis.

-x-

When Shota got home, he sat on the bed, Puma on one of his pillows. They had watched as Chat Noir and Ladybug saved paris. They were dreadfully unexperienced, it honestly took a lot for him not to grab both of them and lock them away until they could actually fight. Because watching them throw their weapons around blindly and it somehow working for them honestly hurt his eyes.

They had absolutely no idea what they were doing. But with how it was going, they would probably make it through on miraculous powered luck alone, and Marinettes ideas. He could tell that Chat Noir at least knew something, most likely fencing considering his footwork. And he was fitter, at least.

Both of them were impulsive and it annoyed him greatly, but he let it go, there was nothing he'd do about it. But with how they are, they probably hadn't thought of anything beyond fighting supervillains, and nothing else.

He turned to the Kwami "Would you like to train?"

Puma's eyes widened, red eyes staring into his black "really?" He asked, his tail swayed happily behind him. "This will bind us, you know." He said, softer.

Shota had thought about it, a lot. It hadn't truely been off his mind since they had talked about it. But since day one he had observed the Kwami, and Puma wasn't bad. Plus, it would be easy to overpower the creature, seeing as he was the master, and Puma was the Kwami.

But he knew he would never need to do it, nor did he want to. He didn't like the idea of being a master, he'd much rather be a partner. Shota nodded, Puma flew up excitedly.

"Oh, yes! Panthère Noire is back." he pumped a small paw into the air, Shota raised an eyebrow, Dark Panther? Fitting. Puma looked back to him "But you'll first have to get used to transforming." he said, softly, almost guiltily.

Shota nodded, "Are you ready?" he asked the Kwami, Puma's eyes widened as he looked at Shota, astonished. Before he nodded, "Yes."

Shota sat on his knees on the bed, "Puma, fangs out."

Puma disappeared, his body started to hurt. It was a throb, then in escalated immediately. His body felt like it was burning, he could hear his bones twisting beneath his skin, breaking and re-growing, he could feel it. His skin rippled and it felt like his atoms were tearing themselves apart and putting themselves back together. It was excruciating.

His eyes burned in their sockets, vibrating. He felt his spine wripple and crack, he felt as his mustle and bone moved, making room for more appendages. His teeth felt like they were being forcefully ripped out, only to be replaced with sharper, stronger teeth, his jaw broke, bones coming back together stronger.

He felt as his ears were forced back into his body, the top of his head burning as bone and tissue formed. His nose was on fire, and his body writhed. His nails were pushed out, replaced by strong claws. His throat burned, his chest ached.

After what felt like hours, it all stopped, and a whole new pain formed, his spine broak again, skin and muscle coming back quickly, too quickly, his head burning as the action repeated itself, and suddenly Puma appeared again.

Shota lay on the bed, curled into himself and panting. His body soaked in sweat as his body shook, throbbing still.

Puma winced, laying a tiny paw onto Shota's forehead softly. "Sorry." Puma whispered, his voice cracking slightly. His large red eyes watching the human in pain because of him.

Shota shakily lifted a hand and poked Puma on the forehead softly. Puma plinked in surprise, before wrapping his little arms around his finger.

Shota breathed out in amusement, before he slowly pushed himself up. He heard his bones click at the action. Puma winced again, before looking at Shota with large worried eyes.

Shota blinked a few times, the room looked clearer, he could make out much more details than he could previously, he could distinguish more colours. His nose twitched, he could smell more, he could smell the dish soap by the kitchen, the scent of their earlier meal of steak, he could even smell his flowers outside.

He could hear more, cars in the distance, the mind moving his flowers, the dripping of a tap in his downstairs bathroom. He ran his tongue along his teeth, feeling two sets of fangs.

He shifted his eyes to stare at Puma, Puma's own eyes widened in surprise. "Never has any panther user ever come this close to fully forming on their first try." He breathed in awe.

Shota blinked a few times, before looking at his hands. He noticed that his nails were slightly longer, they felt stronger, his skin felt strange.

Shota turned to look into the mirror, he noticed that his eyes were as red as Puma's and his pupils were slitted, he opened his mouth, finding sharp fangs, though they weren't overly large, thankfully.

He turned to Puma questioningly. "Your skin should be stronger, it won't easily break. Your jaw is stronger, so your bite will cause more damage, your teeth stronger as well. Your nails are stronger so that they can turn to claws, you should have stronger senses, and you should now be able to make any noises panthers can make, like growl." he explained, before taking a large breath.

Shota nodded slowly, "My eyes?" he asked, voice horse and sore. Puma winced at the sound. You should be able to change it willingly with practice." he said softly.

Shota nodded, "Again." he said, looking at Puma. Puma stared worriedly at him, but after looking into his eyes for a moment, he nodded, his own expression turning determined.

"Puma, fangs out."

The same thing happened, except it didn't hurt as much, because not as much changed.

He could feel his fangs grow, he felt is nails grow and sharpen. Though he gasped and writhed as his back broke, his muscles moved and bone grew as something slowly sprouted from his tail bone.

His ears were brought in, moved to the top of his head where they broke his skin, muscle and bone forming, pushing themselves from the top of his head.

Slowly, the throbbing dimmed. He lay on the bed, before forcing himself up, his claws ripping into his sheets. He breathed heavily, before looking into the mirror once again.

His costume was similar to the one he had in his last time, except the shade of black was much darker. But he had a hood aswell, ears poking out of them. He watched as they twitched.

He also had a mask covering the bottom of his face, though the mask was a type of metal. His hood casted a shadow, covering his whole face somehow, most likely Kwami magic. The only thing visible was his glowing red eyes, giving him an unnerving appearance.

He wore built-in back boots, they were made of something strong, yet flexible. His hands were gloved, and his sharp black claws protruded from them. He shakily stood up, watching as a tail swished from behind him.

He carefully pulled down his hood, and pulled off his mask, he opened his mouth, finding his fangs much larger, and his other teeth slightly sharper.

He carefully took his mask, inspecting it, he fount a voice changer, and a filter. Before he carefully took his gloves off and touched his ears. They twitched, he could feel it, and he could hear more, smell more, and see more.

His ears twitched again, he tried to make them twitch, they obeyed. He carefully ran the back of his finger along it. It was soft. He tried to make it move, it obeyed.

He glanced to his neck, where his capture weapon was, though now it was as black as his costume. He fondly trailed his hand through it.

He stretched his limbs, feeling how his muscles stretched as well. He jumped, very high. He landed perfectly on his feet, before he softly murmured, "Fangs in." His voice was already more gravelly than it normally was.

He clutched onto his the bed as his Tail and ears retreated, and his fangs shrunk while his teeth un-sharpened. He blinked a few times as Puma appeared again, slowly falling. Shota quickly caught him, the kwami landing onto his hand.

No, His Kwami. Puma was his now, and Shota was Puma's. They were bound for as long as Shota lived, and that'd be a long time, if he could help it.

Carefully, he brought the kwami into the kitchen, his body still ached. He Told the buzzer to bring him meat once again. Though this time he used a little hatch by the door, His butler slipped the food through it, before Shota closed it again and brought the food to the kitchen.

He took the lid off, allowing his Kwami to devour both steaks. Puma sighed in relief, before looking to Shota, "Well done, no one has ever completed the transformation and bound this fast." He praised.

Before laying back on the counter, "I gained your memories." he said, Shota's eyes widened, he wondered if that included his past life. Puma glanced back at him, "You have a really good memory, you remember being a baby, though I can't hear your actual thoughts."

Shota huffed, before sighing, his body was aching, but he still had claws and red eyes. Puma looked up at him, "That'll take some time to control." With that said, the spent the next two hours teaching Shota how to retract his claws and bring then back. And they spent time switching his eyes back and forth from red to black, slitting his pupils and un-slitting them.

After that, Shota decided to do some stretches and get his newfound strength under control. Less he accidentally break a door or bend his locker.

By the time Shota was done, he was utterly exhausted. He took a desperately needed shower, before passing out before he hit the pillow. Puma already asleep on his other pillow.

-x-

The next day he woke up to his alarm, he just about broke it with how hard he slammed his hand on the thing, before he slowly sat up. His body stiff from yesterday's strain, he took some time to stretch, ignoring how his body flared, before he took another quick shower and changed for the day.

Puma was also slightly less energetic, still recovering from the influx of memories. It was this day that Shota introduced Puma to his favourite and most reliable drink, coffee.

Puma stared at the black liquid, before slowly approaching the cup and taking a small sip. Almost immediately his face lid up and he took a few more gulps, his small tail swishing and his ears twitching. His little nose twitched a few times.

Shota had to look away so that he didn't accidentally admit that he thought the little panther was cute. He hid his small smile by taking a gulp of his own coffee.

Moments later, Puma finished his own cup and buried himself in Shota's hood, as he made his way to school.

But as a result, they made it to school later than usual. He wasn't late by normal standards, but he was always 15-20 minutes earlier so he wouldn't need to interact with anyone.

So he was at school at normal time, but he'd have to go straight to class so he wouldn't be late. Though as he was walking, someone bumped into him, yelping as they started to fall.

Quickly, Shota turned and caught the boy by his weist, before helping him up. It was then that he got a good look at him, it was Adrien Agreste. He helped the boy steady himself, before letting him go, He looked up at Shota with an embarrassed blush. "S-sorry!" The boy apologised.

Shota stared at him blankly, before he nodded in acceptance and continued his walk to class. Adrien walked beside him, but as they entered class, he felt adriens eyes on him as he went to his seat at the back of the classroom.

Nathaniel glanced at him as he sat down, but Shota just berried his head into his hands as he normally did.

Just like every other day since he got to the school, he sat by the steps outside, in a corner where there was no camera's and where no one could see as Puma appeared in front of him. Opening his lunchbox, he allowed Puma to eat the meat he had cut into cubes.

But just as Puma finished his meal, they could hear footsteps approaching, so Puma hid in Shota's hoodie once again, and he looked up to see Adrien and Nino approaching him. Nino had dark skin, brown hair and hazel eyes. He sat with Adrien.

Shota watched with confusion as they approached him, never had they ever talked with him, what did thay want?

"Hey dude, Can we join?" Nino asked, holding his own lunchbox, Adrien beside him. Shota stared at them for a moment, before he quietly nodded. Both of them sat down, starting on their own lunches.

He quietly finished his own, before looking back to his company, who were looking at him. He stared at them, unimpressed "Hello." he said, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Nino grinned, before he held out a hand "Hi, I'm Nino, and this is my bro Adrien." He used his other hand to gesture to Adrien. Shota shook the offered hand, "Shota." he said. Before turning to shake the hand Adrien himself offered.

"Cool name, dude." Nino commented. "You from around here?" Adrien asked

Shota looked between the two, before he shook his head, "I lived in America." he said, but he didn't tell them that he had never left his property, which was a long ways from any people or buildings.

"That's cool!" Adrien smiled, "And, uh, thanks for catching me this morning." he rubbed the back of his head.

Shota nodded, "It's fine."

"Hey, wanna be friends?" Nino asked suddenly, both boys were staring at him now.

He looked between the two, "Uh…sure." he said lamely. He was not built for interaction.

Neither of the boys seemed to notice, because they both grinned at him.

They spent the whole lunchtime together, Nino and Adrien did most of the talking, but he commented every now and again. Surprisingly, he didn't mind it much. He supposed he wouldn't mind getting used to this.

Adrien had told him of his problems with Marinette and wanting to explain that the gum wasn't his doing. He had given them a blank stare before telling him to 'Just tell her.' and he freaked, Nino laughed.

Before he sighed and helped them come up with an idea.

-x-

It was the end of the day, and Marinette was standing by the stairs, under the protection of the roof. It was raining and she had forgotten her umbrella.

Adrien peaked at her, before turning to Shota, the only other person left. He looked blankly at Adrien, before handing him Shota's umbrella. Adrien had also forgotten his. He pushed Adrien forward, before hiding behind the pillar.

Adrien took a deep breath, before walking up to Marinette, holding the umbrella. After they talked for a moment, Adrien gave her the umbrella and left. Marinette stared after him, a small blush spread across her cheeks.

He watched as Marinette walked away, before he himself left the school, but his attention was immediatly drawn to an old man with an umbrella. His sharp eyes caught the kwami floating next to him, a turtle.

His eyes slitted to get a closer look, Puma peeked out "that's Master Wang Fu" Puma whistpered, his small head peeking out.

The small turtle swiveled to stare at the two of them, the old man following suit. The old man's eyes widened, before he smiled and waved, the small turtle Kwami doing the same.

Shota stared at them dully, his eyes un-slit and he waved lazily. Puma lifted a small paw and waved aswell. Before Shota turned and continued to walk, the old man smiled at his turtle Kwami, before they themselves started to walk away.

"He's the guardian of the Miraculouses," Puma said, "And a healer, so if I ever get sick, he's my doctor." Puma explained.