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

71: Dad knows what to do now

Mic sat in the living room.

He had not had a wink of sleep. Stupid boyfriend and children. Dorothy was his new favourite now.

While Mic stared at the tv his mind wondered off. He was waiting for them all to return home to him. It felt like those children were permanent... so he got a wild idea before he sighed and his anxiety returned. He couldn't focus on the tv.

He opened a book and tried to focus on it. It was some more in depth teaching tips, something Nemuri recommended him. In secret they were reading buddies, but only one book recommendation a month. They treated it like a secret.

The words spun around him. Mic sight and just sat back.

He opened the tv again, only to be met with the face of his soon to be husband on the news. The interrogation had started. The tv closed again as Dorothy pushed the button down. Even if she couldn't say it, she understood how Mic felt.
Mic closed his eyes, only to think about (y/n) and how she was stuck with villains. He didn't dare opening the tv, afraid so see the headline. Death.

A sudden scream entered his ears.

Mic sat up, Dorothy jumping from nect to him and letting out a hiss.

"What the fuck—" someone called out again.

"(Y/n) teleported us!" Someone else realised.

"Where are we?" Someone asked calmly.

"Who's this?" Someone jumped towards Mic, poking his cheek. A villainous girl was poking Mic's cheek and Mic wondered for real wether this was okay.

Should Mic have done his hair up in his hero hairstyle today? Apparently yes, right now it was in a quick bun which was okay, but not very stylish. (Y/n) should tell him she was bringing friends over...

"Can I make you some tea?" Mic said tiredly as he petted Dorothy, "You're with (y/n) right? No need to fight you?"

"Pap what the fuck!?" Hitoshi opened the door to his room.

Mic shrugged. "The cat brings home her prey."

Hitoshi looked in ridicule. "Pap— those are the villains—"

"Yeah, shouldn't we be fighting?" Toga wondered.

"I'll have some tea," compress shrugged, "Anyone else?"

"As long as it isn't poisoned," Dabi shrugged, "(y/n) seems like the person who'd poison things."

"No she doesn't, yes she does."

Hitoshi followed Compress to the kitchen, ready to tell Mic to not make tea.

"What about (y/n)? Is she okay?" Hitoshi asked Compress first.

Compress slowly sat down.
"No clue. Clearly she's planning something. After all, why else would we be here?"

"I'm going," Hitoshi grabbed a coat he had thrown over a chair in the kitchen, "Pap, tell dad I'll be there—"

"You're not going anywhere," Mic scolded, "(y/n) can save herself."

"No she can't—"

Hitoshi got stopped as Mic put his fist on Hitoshi's head. He kept his hand there as his eyes met Hitoshi's sharply.
"I don't want to loose anyone."

There was a moment of silence as Hitoshi got glared at.
Mic's eyes narrowed before Hitoshi sighed and gave up.

Slowly he sat down with some tea.

"I've got biscuits!" Mic called out cheerfully. Anything to hide any further dread, he didn't want anyone to worry and chase death.

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