Cat's Rule the world.... since when?!

What the....

Trying something new here with the writing style... well I am reading a lot of books recently and thought I might try some of their styles out XD Be patient with me, I like to try out various things to see how it works out for me.....

A/N: Izuku's Point of view:

Me: "Oh no. Oh no no no no no."

You ever have one of those moments where the world seems to slow down, and your brain is stuck between two choices: run or... no, just run. That was me. Frozen on the sidewalk, staring at a tiny little cat that had no business being on the street as a car zoomed straight toward it. Of course, this was exactly how my day would go. I should've known from the second I left the house that something like this would happen.

I mean, really? A cat? In the middle of the street? What kind of bad luck is this?

Yep, it's happening.

The cat wasn't even fazed. It trotted across the pavement like it was taking a leisurely stroll, like it belonged there. Meanwhile, I'm standing there, mouth half open, watching the car coming down the street. Not speeding, just, you know, driving. The driver probably didn't even see the cat yet. Probably didn't realize they were about to become the world's most accidental villain.

Me: "Oh no, oh no, this isn't happening."

Except it was happening. And before I could think about it, my legs decided they had a plan. I barely had time to register the moment, but one second I was watching the cat and the next—I was sprinting.

Now, don't get me wrong. I knew this was a dumb idea. My brain was practically screaming at me the entire time. "Izuku, stop! You have school tomorrow, you're going to get hit by a car! You're not even wearing your hero costume, this isn't the time to play hero!" But you know what? When you're staring down at a helpless cat about to become a pancake, you kinda ignore those logical thoughts. Because apparently, my body thought this was a great way to spend the afternoon.

Me: "This was not how I planned my day."

But when was anything ever how I planned my day? That cat didn't care about my schedule. It didn't care that I had homework waiting for me back at the dorms or that I had every intention of heading home to not throw myself into the middle of traffic. Nope. That fluffy ball of fur was oblivious. Completely unaware of the danger just moments away from flattening it.

Okay, focus.

I pushed harder, my shoes smacking the pavement in this awkward, uneven rhythm. I could hear the car now. That low hum of the engine getting louder, like a warning, like a countdown I couldn't ignore. The street was just a few feet away. I was close—so close—but so was the car.

Me: "Too close."

My brain: "Why are we doing this again?"

And yet, even as the wind whipped past my ears and the adrenaline spiked through my veins, I didn't think about anything else but that cat. That stupid, innocent, clueless cat.

Me: "Not today, buddy."

I lunged. It wasn't graceful—definitely not the kind of heroic leap you'd see in the movies. No, this was more like a half-desperate, flailing dive that sent me skidding across the asphalt. My hands stretched out, fingers straining for that little tuft of fur, and for a split second, I thought I wasn't going to make it.

Then—contact. My fingers closed around the soft fur of the cat's back, and I yanked it toward me just as the car screeched, tires squealing against the pavement. Time seemed to crawl, every sound amplified—the hiss of rubber against the road, the frantic beating of my heart, the soft mew of the cat as I clutched it to my chest.

 Did I just...?

The next thing I knew, I was rolling across the street, arms wrapped protectively around the furball as we tumbled together in a mess of limbs and fur. I didn't even feel the pain at first—too much adrenaline, I guess—but when I finally came to a stop, flat on my back, staring up at the sky... yeah, the pain hit.

My brain: "Ow."

Me: You can say that again.

But more importantly, the cat was okay. Somehow, against all odds, I had managed to save the little furball from certain death. And for a moment, just a brief moment, I felt like a total hero.

Look at me, saving lives. This is what heroes do!

But of course, the universe couldn't just let me have that moment. Oh no. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath and process what had just happened, the cat squirmed in my arms, twisting around to look at me with the most indifferent expression I had ever seen on an animal. Like, "That's it? That's all you got?"

You're welcome, by the way.

And then, just like that, the cat jumped out of my arms. Not even a second of hesitation. It just hopped up, stretched its little legs, and sauntered off as if nothing had happened. Like it hadn't just almost died and dragged me into a life-threatening situation for no reason whatsoever.

Me: "You're... welcome?"

The cat didn't even look back. It just pranced off, tail swaying behind it, completely oblivious to the fact that I was still lying on the street like an idiot. My hands were scraped, my knees were bruised, and I was pretty sure my entire body was going to ache for days, but at least the cat was fine. And that was all that mattered, right? Right.

The driver, by the way, finally stepped out of the car, looking pale as a ghost, probably wondering if they had just witnessed some sort of bizarre superhero intervention. I waved them off, assuring them that everything was fine—because, you know, it's totally fine to almost get hit by a car to save a cat. Totally normal.

Me: "Yeah, no big deal."

With a groan, I pulled myself to my feet, brushing off the dust and grime from my clothes. My body was definitely going to hate me tomorrow, but at least the cat was alive. And now? Now, I was going to head back to the dorms and never speak of this again. Because if anyone found out I almost got flattened by a car over a cat, I'd never hear the end of it.

Me: Well, at least I didn't die. This time.