Cat? What a joke...

1. Black as your soul

WARNING!

Hello everyone, thank you for reading this shit 😃. English is not my native language, so there will be some grammar mistakes and problems with choosing right timing and construction of sentences. I hope that it won't distract you in story. I will do my best and please, if there is something wrong, inform me + explain (how else am I gonna learn, right? 😃) .

That's all! Love ya and enjoy!

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The city beneath him was quiet. People going about their lives, unaware of possible dangers that could sprout up at any moment. He allowed himself to relax slightly. It's always the most beautiful at night.

It wasn't long before his city-watching was interrupted by the soft pat-pat of footsteps behind him. Upon glancing over his shoulder, he spotted a short figure. Clad in dark clothes with goggles and a voice modulator covering his face and hiding any possible form of identification that could be used to locate him later.

"Hello my beloved Eraser! Missed me?" the vigilante said sweetly, as he rocked on his heels.

Eraserhead's groan could have been heard streets away. "No." he glared at him. "What do you want, you little shit?"

The vigilante gasped in mock offense. "How rude! It's unbecoming of a man who claims to be a hero." He shook his head and tutted.

"What do you want?" Eraserhead's nerves were notoriously short- even more so when dealing with idiotic vigilantes.

"Well," the vigilante moved closer, "I have a gift for you."

"A gift?" Eraser deadpanned.

"Yep," the other man lifted a thermos and ran it under Eraserhead's nose. "Black as your soul and poisonous as your words to me. Y'know it'd be nice to hear a "thank you" for once."

Eraserhead rolled his eyes and grabbed the aforementioned thermos. Though he couldn't see the other man's face he could feel the shit-eating grin being sent his way from beneath the modulator.

"Thanks," Eraser huffed before he took a swig of life.

With the only sound between the two men being the gulps from Eraser as he finished his coffee; the silence was companionable. It remained that way until Eraserhead felt the hair on his neck prickling from the stare of the vigilante.

"Something on your mind?" He raised an eyebrow at the other.

The vigilante titled his head in thought, "There's something always on my mind Eraser, but nothing that concerns you. I am merely enjoying the view."

He rolled his eyes. "If that's the case, then I will gladly put an end to that."

"You wound me," the other man deadpanned before he straightened. "As much as I'd love for this visit to have only been a coffee run, I've actually got some information for you."

Shouta perked up a bit at that, shifting his attention from his coffee to the vigilante beside him.

"There's some talk of a group looking to hire some grunts for 'work' as they phrased it." The vigilante snorted, "They've been hiring the small criminals– I assume you've noticed?" He turned towards the scraggly hero, an eyebrow quirked beneath his visor.

Shouta huffed thoughtfully, it was true that there were less incidents and thefts than usual going on; but nothing that called his immediate attention. But it was still too early and with too little information, the underground hero could only do so much.

"I'll keep an eye on it," he conceded, "there isn't enough information to form a case, but I'll make sure to look into it for you."

The other man nodded, before he stretched; his muscles and joints popping with the movements. "Well, I suppose it's time for our usual song and dance, yeah?"

Shouta hid his smile in his capture weapon, but nonetheless he threw it out, the fabric aiming to incapacitate the vigilante.

With the moniker of Sixy– an odd name in his opinion but who was he to judge with a hero name like Eraserhead– the vigilante was seen as more of a jokester than an actual vigilante. Still, it was procedure to assign a hero to his case in an attempt to halt him from causing possible damage.

With a sly grin he threw his capture weapon at him. Sixy easily dodged and ran away chortling the whole way. Shouta followed him close behind with a red eyes and flowing hairs.

"Not gonna help!" Sixy called at him over his shoulder.

He knew, he fucking knew, that this little shit is not using his quirk, but common! Let him have his hope. Their little chase ended the way it always does; when Sixy managed to outrun him– that fucker.

It was a vicious circle that is repeating for three years, since he took that "Sixy case". Does he regret it? Of course he does. That annoying brat is drinking detective's and his blood with his notes, bad jokes, and cheap flirtation. Hours and hours of sleep lost because of him, but would he change his decision, if he were given another choice? No. Let's just say, that this vigilante is sometimes... well... rarely... almost never funny, but he has his charm. And he would never admit to anyone, that he appreciates his distraction form hero work and his help in difficult fights. As long as he stays at a "good side" it won't be him, who breaks this circle. The vigilante had grown on him.

He frowned and looked at his watch-his patrol ended.

He lazily jumped from roof to roof until he got to his flat (Shouta made sure to double back and take confusing routes to lower the chance of a possible villain finding his home). Exhausted, he set on a couch. He knew that he should take a shower, he knew, but he was really, really exhausted (more like lazy and doesn't like washing himself). Slowly he was falling asleep, until a soft "meow" was heard from outside one of his windows.

With a painful groan he got up and walked to the window. He didn't even open it fully and a little, fluffy green cat was at him. "Whoa! Broccoli!" he caught him. The green devil was purring and licking his cheek. How could he stay mad at him?

Shouta closed the window and went to the kitchen, to give his cat an expensive can of tuna (this prince just won't eat a regular cat food, nope. He only takes the highest of quality). And while his love and joy was eating, he give himself a quick shower (so the cat won't die) and changed into his sleep clothes. He fell in bed and Broccoli laid on him. Shouta was petting him until he slowly slipped into sleep with small, satisfied smile.

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Note:

Ok! That's all for today! I will see if other chapters will be longer (this one has 725 words). I don't want this story to be too long or complicated-it is my firs fanfiction AND in a different language, so I don't wand to fry my brain like Kaminari 😃. I am planning altogether +- 25 chapters and maybe a little bonus stories (if you would want to).

Thank you for any support which would give me motivation to continue, love ya ❤