The Cat And Katsuki

Prologue

Yelling. My parents are always yelling, screaming at each other. The house has the stale stink of cigarettes clinging to the walls and alcohol soaked in the carpet. Father is always so angry and violent and mother only sometimes takes the heat.

SPLAT

Silence blankets the house and terror is somersaulting in my gut. I quietly make my way to the living room from the kitchen on my tiptoes. The first thing I see is red, everywhere, there's red on the ceiling and walls and floor. My father is splattered in red, and as I look around for my mother I notice a head by my feet. A severed head, mother's severed head, is by my feet. I look back up at my father horrified, and watch as he comes down from his anger high and realize what he did.

"Hahaha! Haha....ha... Hey Keiko. You're on your own now kid." Father's voice sounds tired, and all I can do is stand there frozen. Staring. That's when there's another loud SPLAT sound and I got to see exactly what father did to mother.

Father's quirk is oxygen control, which includes the oxygen in your blood/body, so he basically exploded his and mother's bodies from the inside. The shock took a second to wear off, and all of a sudden all I can smell is the iron tang of blood. I can feel warm liquid rapidly cooling and drying as it drips off me. Terrified out of my mind I sprint out of the house bare footed and after a block or so of running I end up throwing up behind a tree.

Body weak and shaking I sit on the ground arms around my legs and head on my knees. I start sobbing, I'm not sure what to do or where to go, my ears flick as they pick up a rustling sound of someone shifting while on a tree branch.

"W-who's there?" I ask, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. I look up at where I heard the rustling and as my oval pupils dilate I make out the figure of a man crouched on a tree branch. He has these yellow goggles on and a white scarf thing around his neck.

"Are you hurt?" His voice is monotonous and low, I shake my head.

"My... My parents..." I trail off, not really sure how to explain what just happened.

The man hops down from the tree with help from his scarf, "I'm the pro hero Eraserhead. Why don't you take me to your parents and I'll see what I can do." He holds out his hand to help me up but I have no strength in my legs and so he picks me up and carries me as I lead the way back to my house. It's been years since I was last picked up and carried, his warmth is comforting and he smells like coffee and ceder trees.

We make it to the house and he puts me down on the porch and gets me to wait outside as he goes in. He is out moments later on his phone contacting the police, he looks down at me, "how old are you, kid?"

"Six and a half" My voice is quiet, "Ok when the police get here I'll see if we can get you cleaned up" I bow slightly in thanks.

It didn't take long for the police to get here, they ran out of the house shortly after going in, some even throwing up in the bushes.

One police officer introduced himself to me as Tsukauchi Naomasa. He crouches in front of me and asks me what happened.

"My parents were fighting, they always fought, I was in the kitchen and then there was this loud SPLAT sound... Then it was quiet so I went to the living room and saw... Well, that... And there was mother's head... Then my father told me to 'get out' and he... well... with the same loud SPLAT sound..." As I'm speaking Tsu-ji-san looks a bit green and Eraserhead puts his hand on top of my head between my ears.

"Alright, if you're done questioning her I'm going to take her with me to get cleaned up." Eraserhead tells Tsu-ji-san, who in return scrutinizes him. "She should be put into the foster system, are you saying that you'll take care of her? Because otherwise she should come with me so she can be brought to the orphanage for now."

Eraserhead looks down at me, studying me before crouching down so he is closer to my eye level. "You've got some options here kid, do you want to come with me or go with Tsukauchi?" I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, he tenses for a moment or two before relaxing and putting his arms around me. He stands up carrying me with him and starts off towards wherever his home is.

"I have you now kid, you'll be fine." Is the last thing I hear before passing out.

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I wake up to being sat down on the toilet seat, and look at Eraserhead as he looks down at me.

"Alright we've got to get you cleaned up so I'm going to run a shower for you and I've put out a towel and one of my shirts for you to wear." He points towards where the towel and his shirt is before walking me through how to work the shower. He leaves afterwards, closing the door behind him, and I hop in the shower and wait till the water runs clear before using the soap.

A while later I'm in a shirt that smells like him that goes past my knees and as I exit the bathroom I hear him talking with someone. I wander towards the voices and as I round the corner I see him and a tall blond man in the kitchen, I also smell eggs being cooked which causes my stomach to growl. Both men turn towards me and I run to hide behind Eraserheads legs from the blond man's gaze.

He crouches down, "hey there little listener! I'm the pro hero Present Mic, and my name is Hizashi Yamada. What's your name?" His voice is loud and my hands instantly pressed my ears into my head.

"Nakama Keiko"

"Keiko-chan, very cute!" He almost yelled again but Eraserhead glared at him.

"My name's Shōta Aizawa. Now eat the eggs before they get cold." He picks me up and sits me in a bar stool at the counter before putting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me.

Hizashi watches me eat for a bit before speaking up, "Keiko-chan, you can call me Uncle Mic if you want... Your quirk is Cat right?"

"Mhmm!... I have the Cat quirk from my mother" I mumble at the end and finish the last few bites of the eggs. I yawn and my ears flick, I feel my tail curling around my stomach under the shirt.

"Ok time for bed for you." Aizawa picks me up again, he does that a lot but I don't mind. My tail unwraps from my stomach to curl around his arm, and I put my face into the crook of his neck. He's warm and next thing I know I'm asleep.

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Aizawa's POV

Keiko fell asleep as soon as she was being carried again. It's kinda cute- not that I'd admit that aloud and especially with Yamada around.

"So what are you going to do with her? Be her legal guardian? Adoptive parent? She needs an actual home and someone to be there if she wakes up with nightmares and underground hero work doesn't pay enough for you to be raising a kid with trauma who'll need lots of therapy... You should join me working at UA I'm sure Nezu can help you figure out some sort of schooling/daycare for her... And she'll need help learning how to control her hearing and strength part of her quirk."

"I'm not sure yet. I need some time to think it through, I'll talk to Nezu in the morning and go from there... I know it wasn't rational to take her home instead of putting her in the system like I normally would but... I just couldn't leave her there. She was drenched in her parents blood and looking like her whole world just fell apart and I felt like if I let her go into the system she would just get more lost..." I trail off.

"Well you have her now I guess, and Aizawa Keiko sounds like a really good name." Yamada laughs.

I look down at the girl in my arms and can't help the ghost of a smile that forms, "yeah Aizawa Keiko sounds like a great name."

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A/N

Sooooo hi there! I have been obsessed with MHA fanfics soooo here's mine! Ahahaha I'll also try to add to my other stories as well.