Mha oc

Trolling Dadzawa.

The house was dead quiet, save for the occasional rustling of fur or the gentle thud of a cat jumping off the couch. I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, one hand rhythmically stroking Snickers' head. The old man of the trio purred in his low, grumbly way, eyes half-lidded as if judging my existence.

To my right, Reeses was on his back, legs sticking straight up like he'd forgotten how cats are supposed to function. He pawed lazily at the air, clearly still riding the high of whatever catnip he'd gotten into earlier. His ginger tail flicked erratically, thumping against the hardwood.

Skittles, of course, had claimed the prime real estate: the back of the couch. She lounged there like a queen, her glossy Siamese coat pristine as ever. Every so often, she'd flick her ears and glance at me with the kind of disdain only a cat could muster, as if silently asking why I wasn't attending to her every whim.

"Don't even look at me like that," I muttered at her, shaking my head. "You get fed first every time. Don't act like I owe you my soul."

She yawned dramatically in response, stretched, and then flicked her tail in my direction.

Typical.

The living room was spotless, which was a rare and almost unsettling phenomenon. I'd vacuumed, wiped down surfaces, and even went the extra mile to gather the endless tumbleweeds of cat hair that usually hid under furniture. I didn't even know why I did it. I just... felt like it. Call it a moment of clarity or a sleep-deprived compulsion.

I was halfway through folding the blanket draped over the back of the couch when the front door creaked open.

It was 3 a.m., which meant it could only be one person. I glanced up just as Aizawa walked in, looking like he'd dragged himself through several circles of hell and back. His scarf was slung over his shoulder, and his hero outfit was slightly scuffed from patrol.

He stopped in the doorway, his sharp, tired eyes scanning the room. For a moment, he just stared, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

I folded the blanket neatly and placed it on the arm of the couch before meeting his gaze. "What?"

Aizawa blinked, his face blank as ever, but I caught the faintest twitch of his brow. "Who are you, and what have you done with my son?"

I smirked, scooping up Snickers as I stood. The grumpy old man gave a half-hearted meow of protest but didn't fight it. "Oh, ha ha. Very funny, Dad. I felt like cleaning. Big deal."

He stepped further into the room, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the practically sparkling surfaces. "At 3 a.m.? Without anyone telling you to?"

"Yup." I scratched behind Snickers' ears, earning another grumbly purr. "Figured I'd mix things up. Keep life interesting."

Aizawa stared at me for another long moment, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the confusion radiating off of him. Finally, he sighed, dropping his scarf on the nearby chair.

"I don't know whether to be impressed or concerned," he muttered, walking toward the kitchen.

"Be both," I called after him. "It's more fun that way."

From his spot on the floor, Reeses let out a yowl that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and Skittles, ever the diva, gave me a look that clearly said, He's got a point.

Aizawa returned a moment later with a cup of water, shaking his head as he leaned against the doorframe. "Well, as long as you don't start rearranging furniture or hosting a séance, I'll allow it."

"Noted." I flopped onto the couch, Snickers still in my arms. Skittles immediately jumped down to claim my lap, and Reeses rolled over to stare at me like the crackhead he was.

Aizawa lingered for a moment longer, his tired gaze softening just slightly. "You're a strange kid, you know that?"

"Yeah," I said with a grin. "But I'm your strange kid."

He huffed a quiet laugh, ruffling my already-messy hair as he walked past. "Don't stay up too late. Even you need sleep."

"No promises." I smirked, pulling my phone out to resume my game.

The house fell quiet again, save for the hum of the fridge, the occasional paw thump, and the sound of Aizawa retreating to his room. The night carried on, peaceful as ever.