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Rushing into her room, Y/n shut her door and dropped onto her bed. She threw her hands and legs out, taking up as much space as possible before rolling around and kicking her feet. The energy from her fast beating heart was quickly expelled by her fit on her bed.

"I can't believe it..." she muttered, lying on her back. Her hands stretched into the air, blocking out the light from her face. "He was so nice today."

Her dreamy expression fell with her arms. She turned to her side, picking at the sheets of her bed. "Is he starting to consider me a friend?" she asked herself, her cheek squished against her mattress. "I hope I made him feel better."

Completely stopping her movements, Y/n held her breath as she thought of a way to continue seeing the boy on their brief walks home.

Shinsou, stepping into his own home, let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed his face, his hand moving up to push back his hair.

"Welcome home!" his mother called out. She was a tall woman, with lavender hair yet to gray. Her tired eyes and worry lines only added to her stunning appearance.

Mihoko was quick to greet her son at the door, but seeing his downturn expression instantly changed her mood.

"What happened?" she interrogated, jumping from side to side to scan for injuries. "Did something happen at school? I haven't seen you this upset in such a long time? Are any of the other kids saying anything to you? I know it can be hard-"

"Mom, please," Shinsou huffed.

Mihoko stopped, her hands moving together. Her fingers intertwined as she held her hands up to her lips. "I'm sorry baby, you know I just worry."

Shinsou looked at his mother's face, then her hands. He sighed and dropped his school bag and removed his shoes. "I know," he muttered, holding out his arms. At the action, he recalled the girl on his walk who greeted him in a similar way, but shook away the thought.

Despite her worried expression, Mihoko wrapped her arms around Shinsou and squeezed him tightly. For a moment, his mind completely blanked and his body fell limp until she let go and cleared her throat.

Once his consciousness returned, he smiled at his mom. "I actually have some good news."

"Oh, what is it?" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

"There's a cat on campus that is pretty fond of me," he said, shrugging off his coat. "She is very well behaved. It's actually kind of strange how much she likes to be held."

"Hitoshi, we already have a cat," Mihoko said, her smile dropping immediately. "We can't take in every cat you find on the street."

"But Yuuei is so sweet! She let me hold her in my bag!" Shinsou whined.

"What if she doesn't get along with Piyo?" she whined as well, pointing to the round cat sitting on a nearby chair. "What if they fight?"

Piyo, in all his glory, was an orange cat with white patterns along his bulging stomach and chubby face. As if responding to the conversation, he chirped in acknowledgement then began licking his hind legs.

"Piyo is too fat to fight another cat!" Shinsou argued, also pointing at the cat who was currently minding his own business.

"Don't say that! He's just living in luxury!"

"He should be living on a diet!"

"You're the one that fed him so much! It's basically your fault!"

The cat suddenly got off the chair, chirping as he walked to the doorway from the kitchen.

"What's with all the yelling?" Hajime, Shinsou's father, tiredly asked as he rubbed the back of his head. Still taller than his son, the man had to squat down to reach the cat cheeping at his feet. "I thought you loved each other?" he said, a small smile on his lips. His eyes, held down by the weight of his eyebags, still squinted in the corners as he grinned at his family.

Shinsou was almost an exact replica of his father. Mihoko would never admit that she was a bit jealous that her husband had the stronger genes. She often thought Shinsou would also look handsome with lighter hair like hers, although she believed her son was handsome regardless. Besides, when she looked at her son, it was the perfect reminder of how he was the product of their love.

"Hitoshi wants another cat," Mihoko said, crossing her arms.

"Another?" Hajime repeated, raising a brow. With a small huff, he managed to lift Piyo off the ground. "You barely take care of him-and he's supposed to be your cat."

"I take care of Piyo," Shinsou defended, also crossing his arms.

As Hajime watched, he grinned at how much Shinsou reflected his wife. He would never tell his wife, but he wished that Shinsou had shared his Quirk instead. If he said something like that to her, she may worry it's because of her Quirk. In reality, he simply felt bad that his son would get tired from insomnia and could never experience the relief of no physical exhaustion. Nonetheless, he loved that his son inherited so many traits from his wife.

"I thought we already told you that you can't take in every cat you see," Hajime said, idly stroking the relaxed Piyo in his arms. "Piyo was the compromise."

"If only you saw this cat," Shinsou said. "She was nothing like a cat at all. It was like she could understand what I'm saying! Do you know what that means? We're soulmates! She was destined to be my cat."

"You said that about the last one too," his father laughed. He gently set the big cat down, his arms getting tired. "Now, you should wash up for dinner."

"Alright," Shinsou sighed. It wasn't the first time he's attempted this conversation, but it always ended the same.

"And feed Piyo before you sit down!" his mother teased, knowing that she had won.

"I will," he said, a plan forming in his mind. All he needed to do was get Yuuei home to prove his parents wrong.