MHA: A Cat's Way

Ch 96 Mirko is Cool

Mirko and I are making our way down some back alleys, both of us wearing disguises so we don't get recognized. Well, as much as masks and casual clothes can be considered disguises. When I asked why she had clothes sized for a high school girl, she said that she never got around to throwing away her old clothes from when she was in school. Didn't explain why they were clean and in such good condition, but if she wants to lie so badly about something so small I guess it's fine?

At the very least I feel like it would have been awkward to point out that I brought my own clothes after she handed them to me. Did she think I would have only brought one change of clothes?

...

Why does it feel like she's projecting a bit?

I didn't really have the energy to say much on the topic after spending an hour getting kicked down her stairs/slide anyway. I'm pretty sure I only even managed to pass whatever the test was due to two major factors. Her getting tired, and me throwing my suitcase at her face. The mixture of pain and surprise threw off her aim, so instead of kicking me in the chest she kicked me in the arm. Still painful, but I didn't go back down the slide again, which is the important part.

It's a shame my stuff didn't break her nose like she did mine, but I guess you can't have everything.

Apparently it took me longer to get past her than she thought since she threw my current outfit at me and pushed me inside the bathroom to get changed quickly before dragging me out almost before I managed to get everything on. I still haven't gotten any explanation on why we're currently walking through clearly suspicious areas, but at least my outfit is nice!

A red t-shirt under an open button-up with differing shades of blue and purple criss crossing across it, and a pair of black skinny jeans. Meanwhile, Mirko has a pair of denim jeans that cuts off just past her knees and a tight-fitting short-sleeved white shirt that shows off her muscles. Around her waist is a black leather belt with a gold buckle with some kind of design on it, though I haven't gotten a good chance to really see it yet.

It's not just my outfit that I like~.

Of course, the things that tell anyone who isn't stuck staring at our outfits that we aren't regular civilians are what we're wearing on our heads. Mirko has an orange tiger wrestling mask with holes for her ears. And for some reason, I'm wearing a wooden rabbit mask to cover the upper portion of my face and a beanie with lenses sewn into a flap on the front that can be unbuckled to lay over my eyes. It also includes holes for my ears.

Finally getting tired of the silence we've been walking in for the past ten minutes, I ask her where we're going. "Where are we heading, nya?"

Instead of an answer, I get a question. "How long have you been making puns and cat noises?"

My ear twitches at the question, which isn't as easily answered as she probably thinks given that I'm not the one who first noticed me making them. Midorinya is the first person who mentioned them, but Himiko started to make cat puns earlier which I'm pretty sure she did because I did. Which means...

"Purrobably around a year? Bite less, maybe half of one?" That's the best timeline I can give on it since I'm pretty sure I wasn't making puns before Midorinya's first encounter with All Might.

She hums in response. "How often do you let your instincts run wild?"

My head tilts in confusion as I raise an eyebrow. "I... don't, nya? The Spurrts Festival is the closest. Meow else people would die."

She doesn't reply, just nods her head. "Like I thought."

I wait for more, but she just keeps walking. My eyes narrow when I see her lips twitch. Is... She's totally doing this on purpose!