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

68: Up

Everyone was asleep.

I walked across the hall, planning to walk to my room and to fall asleep immediately.

I was wearing a sweater Aizawa had thrown at me together with a skirt. I needed to put on proper sleeping wear before I could sleep. Then I had to consider my hair as well... Nah fuck that, I could sleep without brushing it out for once.
Maybe I could just curl up without doing anything, that would be nice.

"The fuck are you doing up?"

I gave Bakugo a glare.
"The fuck are you doing up?"

We gave each other a glare.

"You've got a twig in your hair," Bakugo said.

I reached up, but didn't find anything.

Bakugo sighed and walked up to me, grabbing it for me.

"You went outside, didn't you." Bakugo said. He acted like I preformed a crime in front of his eyes. Is that grammatically correct? It is now because it sounds cooler than committing a crime— compress' words, not mine.

"So what?" I looked away.

"You'll be tired tomorrow."

I nodded. "Kota was outside, that little kid. I wanted to walk him back... he doesn't like heroes so I didn't push him to leave early."

"He likes cats then?" Bakugo asked as he stepped away.

I shrugged. "He lives with the 'wild wild pussycats'. I bet Midnight has something to do with that name."

Bakugo chuckled softly, "Yeah."  He leaned against the wall.

"Though..." I decided to just talk about it, "The kid hasn't got it easy. His parents died because of a villain and..." Fucking muscular may die bro, "nobody saved him. I don't think he's had anyone ever save him before... he doesn't understand what a hero can be."
Just like Shigaraki.

I clenched my fists as I glared at the ground. "Surely there's a way I can help him. Just like I got helped... it's just not fair how people have to feel so... alone."

Bakugo stayed quiet as I thought it over.
"Have you yet given Kota that speech?"

I looked up at him, tilting my head.
"You think he'll listen?"

"No..." Bakugo put his hands in his pockets as he pushed off the wall, "But maybe he'll remember the words."

He left me alone to consider that.

In the bathroom located next to the girls dormitory, I brushed out my hair, brushed my teeth and that stuff as I tried to think off a plan. A fun side quest... or well, fun isn't the better word.
How to save someone who didn't want to be saved...?

(Trigger warning? Idk, it's an author note, you can skip it (._.))

(A/n: short chapter... sorry... but have a waffle 🧇.
I'm dealing with shit, and comments were a thing, and I realised maybe killing myself is the wrong idea. Thanks for that, genuinely, cause someone's gotta finish this story, and I doubt anyone I know will.

Should I write more dadzawa stories? I feel like I do that a lot already, but is there a 'too much' in this?
I guess I should do whatever I want, but still... feedback is a thing and like... yeah. (._.) (Insert a rant about people lying and saying it's good when all you want is some constructive criticism to improve what you're doing because all you care about is the final product anymore—)

Also, have another waffle 🧇 because I feel like this entire a/n is just a meaningless ramble and yeah. (^ - ^) /🧇

—Waffle)