(Dadzawa) I'm not a cat! (Cat quirk reader)

42: Vigilante (y/n)!

It was a lazy afternoon.
School had just ended and I'm telling you, it was uneventful.

I felt annoyed at feeling bad. Dizzy, I mean. Constantly sick and just ugh.

Maybe if I had a way to let out all the negative feelings, it would help?

No— I won't grab a knife! Get that thought out of my head! If I can help it, I'd rather not do that...

In my room I looked at my mask. Aizawa of course told me not to go out while I still felt dizzy and weirdly tired and almost feverish, but I desperately wanted to ignore it.

I just wanted to be a comfortable for a moment. Can I?

—

The neighbourhood was quiet. So quiet, it was suspicious.
I walked around wearing my cloak and mask, wondering where the villains had walked off to.

"The quiet before the storm," I hummed, "I wonder if this has to do with handy."

"Out late at night?" Someone asked not long after. Dark alley? Check, the perfect spot for a crime. Villainous appearance? Check, the gun wasn't legal to have with them!

"Finally someone I can beat up!" I exclaimed without a third thought, "Tell me, what's the crime I'm beating you up for?"

"Wha— who are you? Psychopath!"

"I'm probably a wild animal," I thought, "Not a psychopath, definitely not a psychopath! But you're a creep!"

"I'm drunk! Not a creep!" The stranger shouted.

"You look like a classic drunk creep, holding a gun with them." I argued, "Now can we fight?"

I dodged a sloppy blow towards my face. The force behind the punch made it easy for me to push the stranger onto the ground and I stepped on him to make a point.

"Go home! Get sober!"

"Wait— are you that vigilante?"

I smiled, wanting to pull out my cat ears and tail. "That is I."
Showing myself as a cat right now wasn't possible, that would be an obvious link to who I was.

"There's been sightings," the stranger suddenly said, "I can't go to the heroes, they'll arrest me. Surely you can help!"

I stared down, slowly tilting my head. There seem to be bigger troubles then catnip headaches.
"Speak, drunken creep."

"Children, young of age. First— no second street from the nearby high-school."

"Any more specific?"

"No, I have only heard of it."

"And it's no trap?"

"Why would I want to trap a wild animal psychopath, huh? You'd just escape and kill me."

"Good point," I nodded, "Because I probably would."

"Now go and investigate!"

"Okay okay," I stepped off the drunken guy, "But do head home, even for a drunken creep the night can be... treacherous!"

"Did you really just look for an expensive word to use?"

"I've gotta sound cool," I argued as I pulled down my hood a little, "I'll be off. Thank you for the intel!"

"Do help those kids. They make me want to weep."
The drunken guy stared off into space.
What a... drunk guy. That's the best insult I had been able to come up with.

—

"Gotcha!" I pounced on a villain, "You know something—!"

"I'll tell you!" The villain stared up to me with a smirk, "I know that you're unusually cat like."