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A black cat. There's a black cat on his doorstep. It's pretty big and scruffy and it's looked at Katsuki like it didn’t want to be there.
That's good because he feels the same. He stuck his head out the door, looking to see what dumbass rang his doorbell and left this cat. He didn’t find anyone and he looked back at the creature.
“Get out of here, stray”, he grumbled and motioned the cat away. It moved away from his hands and just stared at him.
Katsuki closed the door, but seconds later the bell chimed again, then again. He threw the door open and the sat from where it was previously leaning against the doorframe. It meowed up at him.
Ugh, fine.
“Old Man!” the blonde yelled back into the house,” There’s a stray cat at the door!” His father came down the hallway and when he motioned to the dark mob of fur, thoroughly annoyed that it just flicked its tail at him.
The older Bakugou eyes landed on it with a ‘hm’.
“It's probably lost, I don't think it’s a stray, its fur isn’t matted or dirty.” Which yeah since his father said it, he could see that the fur, while wavy was not matted or very dirty.
Katsuki couldn't care less about all of this.
He turned to stomp off, hoping to leave the situation to his father (and his mother if the cat was still there by the time she was back from work).
The cat made a ‘mrr’ noise before it stood and followed him through the doorway.“Aht-no you idiot! Out!” He moved to shoo the animal again but it didn't react past staring at him with its yellow eyes.
When it didn't move he grabbed it around its waist and lifted it the short distance outside.
“Stay.” He ordered. When he tried to leave it just slipped in again.
“I guess it wants to come inside,” his father chuckled from where he'd been watching the exchange.
“Don't laugh asshole!”
The cat meowed at him, giving off smug energy for how neutral its ugly mug was.
Ok, fuck this cat.
The older Bakugou just closed the door with a shrug. “if it's going to be so persistent, maybe it needs something like food or water.”
Ughh, whatever if the old man decided to let the cat stay for the night it wasn't his problem. He wasn't going to help when the hag came home and screamed her head off.
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Except now he regretted letting the little shit in. After his father had apparently fed and watered the cat, it began to explore parts of the house. Which wouldn't have been that big of an issue if it wasn't leaving its damn fur everywhere. but he could see some hairs floating around when the cat's tail swished. It was like the cat was making a mess on purpose.
Thick grey fur that would no doubt aggravate his mother’s mild allergies.
It made him acutely aware that he had no idea where the large cat could’ve been. It could’ve been dumpster diving or rolling around in the dirt. It could have fleas or be sick. If katsuki learned that the cat was super sick, he'd put it outside, no matter what his dumbass father said. He was not going to deal with some random cat throwing up in his house.
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Shouta was beginning to think he was a very unlucky person. He wasn't even doing hero work this time. He was just trying to get home after a long day of teaching hero brats and dealing with his colleagues. He was so ready to go home, sink into his heavenly soft bed and take a nap before his patrol.
But no, the universe wanted to spite him. On his walk home, some boy had bumped into him while rushing past, nearly falling. When Shouta had reflexively reached out a hand to stop his fall, the boy's skin flashed a light purple where Shota's hand grabbed his arm.
When he righted himself, he had begun to apologize profusely, distinctly reminding Shouta of a flustered Amajiki. He was able to calm him down before asking what quirk he had. He explained that his quirk turned people into cats for up to three days. There was no way for shouta to erase the quirk either, seeing as it had already taken effect.
It was annoying and would mean he'd have to take time off of work. He could already feel the headache he would have after calling nezu. The dark-haired hero took down the other’s information on his phone and planned to call him if there were any complications.
He brushed off the boy's worries. He said the effect would take a while to set in and Shouta didn’t live that far. He could get home, make some calls and probably have leftover time.
He regretted believing that his life would be that easy. He transformed not even fifteen minutes later, a block away from his apartment. His clothes and phone weren't around him when he blinked back into awareness. Neither were his keys.
Shit. He couldn't get into his house or call anyone. All he wanted was a nap.
He looked around the street, not seeing many people around, it looks like the few bystanders didn’t see his transformation.
He looked down at himself, noting that he had dark fur and large paws. So not a small breed, that's good. Being larger will help him in the long run.
(He's learned this after the few times he'd been hit with similar quirks, being stuck as a wolf had been better than being stuck as a rabbit for the full day.)
He couldn't get into his apartment or call the police, so he needed to find a different way to wait out the three days. When he had been a rabbit, he'd gotten the neighbor’s attention and stayed with them for a few hours. They'd been hospitable but he could never really look at them the same after they hand-fed him carrots.
He’ll try that again, the last thing he wanted to do is spend the nights outside, especially with how cold it can get.
He rang the doorbells of the chosen houses, his large size allowing him to just barely reach.
The majority of the homeowners didn't respond, most likely not home or looking through the peephole and seeing no one there. Others do answer but for one reason or another they don't let him in.
To think some people saw a cat sitting on their step and didn’t let it in. He would never.
There was one more house that he would go to before he resigned himself to sleeping outside in the cold. It was a large house, quite a bit bigger than the surrounding houses. God, he hoped they didn't have any tiny children.
Turns out they didn’t have small children, but a teen that he could already tell was a brat. The blonde seemed to be somewhere between 14-16 years old.
By the looks of it, he didn’t quite enjoy Shouta’s presence at his doorstep. God, he hopes he’s not a dog person.
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Shouta was looking (snooping) around the home, taking stock of the rooms downstairs. The house was nicely decorated and clean, but still gave off an overall casual vibe. Shouta thought It was objectively nice.
There's an office, and by the way that there were papers messily set on the desk, it's frequently used. (Unlike the one he has in his own home, which he usually ignored in favor of working on the couch or his kitchen table.)
He heard footsteps behind him and turns to see the teen from earlier. He still looks slightly miffed, but the man-turned-cat was starting to think that that's just how he looked.
The boy leaned down and his hands wrapped around Shouta’s furry body right under his arm. He was hauled up, held away from the blonde's chest just in case he reacted badly.
The dark cat had the urge to scratch the child, if not out of indignation, then because it’d be funny. But he's not evil, so he left the kid's arms un-scratched and let the boy carry him. When he didn’t freak out the teen held him properly to his chest.
He didn’t think the blonde was one to want to hold him, especially with the whole show at the front door.
His head ducked into his fur near his neck, and he reconsidered scratching him because what the hell-
“You smell.”
Which, first off, rude, second off he wasn’t rolling around in anything so he shouldn’t smell like death. His fur probably just smells like outside or general cat dander.
The boy carried him into the kitchen to grab the dish soap and shouta resigned himself to be drowned by the hands of an angry child. He saw the man who fed him sitting at the kitchen table and meowed at him, hoping for a moment of distraction, but when he looked up from his phone, he smiled and told ‘Katsuki’ to use the upstairs bathroom.
Dammit. At least he learned the boy’s name.
He was hauled up the stairs, and the next thing he knew he was locked in the bathroom as ‘Katsuki’ got the bathroom set up. He decided to save his pride and just jump in the water instead of being carried or fighting over it.
“You really are some pet cat.” The teen mumbles. Except no, he’s not, he's a grown man smart enough to pick his battles.
(But apparently dumb enough to be in this situation.)
The actual bath went smooth enough the feline felt horrible with sopping wet fur stuck to his skin, the suds of the soap not making it much better. But Katsuki wasn’t too rough with him, with the exception of scrubbing him too hard at some points. The teen did grumble and swear through the experience, though.
Shouta is dried soon after he jumped out of the tub and he felt much better. His fur was still damp, but not nearly as irritating as earlier. After the kid thought he was dry enough, he left the bathroom. The cat watched as he walked down the hallway and back downstairs.
Realizing that Katsuki is probably going to go back to ignoring him, the hero decided that he should finally take a nap. Hopefully he wouldn’t wake up to chaos. He walked into the hallway curled up. The floor was carpeted and pretty wide, he kew there was a low likelihood of him being stepped on.
Shouta would also rather be in the corner of a hallway than confined to a room where he could be trapped. He wasn’t a human, he couldn’t open a door, nevertheless fight like he’s used to, so escuse his caution.
Shouta yawned, stretched out his back and lets himself fall asleep on the somewhat comfortable carpet.