Kitten Love

Chapter Two

Aizawa pov

I quickly blinked and opened my eyes, activating my quirk on one of the criminals I was fighting. I'm currently outnumbered fighting against four opponents. I used my capture weapon and grabbed one of the criminals and threw him at the one I was using my quirk on. Then I switched to the last two, activating my quirk on both. I pulled one towards me and kicked him before throwing him at the wall and getting close to the other, knocking him out as well. I lowered my guard when I heard a thud behind me.

"You're lucky I was here," I heard a familiar voice call out.

"I had it handled, (Name)," I replied, turning around. (Name) was standing over the body of a fifth criminal that I hadn't noticed before. 

"It's Dusk when I'm in costume," (Name) said snarkily. 

"Whatever you say, kid," I teased. 

"I'm not a kid," (Name) yelled, "I'm only five years younger than you!"

I chuckled and waved goodbye as I finished my patrol.

***

Later while I was finishing paperwork I overheard Tsukauchi complaining about something. 

"This damn vigilante is getting on my nerves," One of the other detectives said.

"I just can't figure out his quirk. If we knew that we would know who he is," Tsukauchi exasperated. 

I quickly finished my stack of papers hoping he wouldn't ask me about it. There is no way I could lie about that without Tsukauchi knowing. 

"I'm heading home for the night," I said, going to exit the police station.

"Before you leave," Tsukauchi began. Shit. "Do you know anything about Dusk?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Nope, not a thing," I lied and rushed out the door.

***

I opened the door to my apartment and walked inside. "Hey, Mochi," I smiled. "It's been a rough day."

"Talking to the cat again," (Name) sassed from my couch. 

I looked up with wide eyes. "How did you get inside my house?"

"Picked the lock," He said like it was obvious. "Any decent vigilante knows how to do that."

"Right," I said, rolling my eyes as I scooped up my cat. I walked across the room and joined the vigilante on my couch. "What exactly are you doing here?"

(Name)'s expression turned sheepish. "I might have gotten injured at work today."