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

53: To Be (or not to be) A Vigilante!

Being home alone, I decided to look around. I found snacks in the kitchen, and I settled in front of the tv.

"What's that?" Dorothy asked as she looked at the files in my hands.

"I just thought I should finish reading this," I said, "To see how evil it really is. Shigaraki said it concerned him, so I want to know how bad it really is. Also, it's part of my secret plan to possibly mess with them, if... well, if."

Dorothy did not understand my ramble, though I didn't care. It was like talking to a stuffed toy because she would never be able to spill my secrets. 
"What's that say?" Dorothy pushed her nose against a name.

"Oboro," I answered, "I think it used to be a person."

"I once knew an Oboro," Dorothy said slowly, "But that was a long time ago."

I frowned.
"How old are you?"

"Like... fourteen? No... longer!"

I stared at the cat.
"Good... good for you..."

Don't cats only live for fifteen years...?

I'm fifteen?

"Am I gonna die?" I whispered, staring at my hands.

"How do you know Oboro though?" Dorothy said. If she had heard me, she was ignoring me.

"I ran into someone who used to have that name."

"Really?" Dorothy said, "The Oboro I knew died."

"Did he now..." I stared at the files in my hands, "How did you know him?"

"Aizawa let me meet him a few times," Dorothy said, "They we're friends."

"...huh..."
Coincidence... let it stop here. Come on, don't let this be some plot thingy, that would be fucked up.

"He used to be a student at UA."

"Stop talking."

"He wanted to be a hero, just like you—"

"Stop talking!" I got up and walked to Aizawa's bedroom. "You better be lying! I swear if—"

Of course the front door opened.

"Kid? Are you home?" Aizawa sounded worried.

I opened up his bedside, knowing he stored pictures there. I searched through them before finding a frame, hidden and covered in dust.
Dorothy hurried away as Aizawa walked in.

"Are you alright—"

"Who's Oboro?"

The picture in my hands felt heavy.
I looked up at Aizawa with worry in my eyes.

"Who is Oboro?" I repeated, my cat ears falling back to my head as my tail hung low.

"We used to be friends," Aizawa said weakly.

I stared at him.

"Well shit."
Oboro.
Aizawa's friend.
They had taken a young heroes dead body and used it to make a Nomu. Is that how they're made? I thought they were... I had avoided the thought but...
Shit.

Maybe, just maybe...
Perhaps. Maybe a tiny, tiny little bit...

I was hanging out with evil villains.

Aizawa suddenly pulled me into a hug.
"It's okay, I'm here."

I realised I was crying.
"Dad," I felt my ears move around a little, "I shouldn't have been such an idiot."