Aizawa Oneshots and More

Kitty ( and an update! )

WHOAH I'VE BEEN GONE A WHILE!!!! Hi guys! I am, again, so sorry that I've disappeared! I came back from out of the country, been struggling with the job search... my gramps said he'd help pay for my schooling so I can pursue my art/animation/writing degree(?) so there's THAT!! Been trying to figure out where to go for it but that's another story teehee. 

I never ever EVER add pictures of my real life things ( because I'm paranoid LOL), but I wanted to share this one with you. My dog, Lola, has unfortunately passed away. I had to put her down on 12/11/24. She was a white chihuahua and lived a happy life for 18 years <3 I've been really down lately because of her passing, and I even got my first tattoo of her paw print on my wrist! Enough of my yapping though, before I start to cry, I just wanted to share a good photo I have of her. (If you guys can't see the photo at the top I am going to look like a fool pls)

I really need some things to get my mind occupied, so if you have any requests, suggestions, etc whatever, write me on my message board or leave a comment! 

This here is a really short chapter but I thought I'd push something out instead of just doing another life update. 

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The streets of Musutafu lay blanketed in fresh, untouched snow, glowing faintly under the soft shimmer of streetlights. It's Christmas Eve, and most people are tucked away inside their warm homes, surrounded by family, laughter, and the comfort of the season.

Aizawa, however, is not like most people. He tugs tighter at his scarf against the biting wind as he trudges home after quite the exhausting patrol. He isn't much for holiday spirit – never has been – but the quiet streets feel peaceful tonight. The stillness is almost enough to ease the ever-present tension in his shoulders.

Almost.

A faint, broken sound pierces the silence – a tiny, pitiful mewl that carries on the cold wind. Stopping mid-step, Aizawa frowns. He scans the street, but ultimately seeing nothing, he dismisses it. At least, until the sound comes again, weaker this time.

With a weary sigh, he turns toward the source following the faint cries until he spots a battered cardboard box half-buried in the snow near a dark alleyway. His breath fogs in the icy air as he approaches cautiously, half-expecting it to be a trap.

But inside the box, trembling and soaked from melted snow, lay a tiny kitten, its thin body curled into a desperate ball. Its fur is matted, ribs pressed sharply against its skin, far too fragile for the harsh winter night.

Aizawa exhales slowly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Seriously?" he mutters, as though fate itself has played a cruel joke. He's tired, cold, and already past ready to be home – but there's no universe where he can just leave the poor thing here.

He shrugs off his scarf and carefully wraps it around the kitten's frail body. The kitten stirs weakly, letting out another faint cry before snuggling into the warmth. Aizawa holds it close to his chest, shielding it from the wind.

"You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" he murmurs, though his tone holds no real bite.

As he begins the walk home, a thought strikes him: he has absolutely no idea how to take care of a kitten. His brows furrow; feeding it? Cleaning it? He isn't even sure where to start.

Fishing his phone from his pocket, he scrolls through his contacts. His finger hovers over your name – a familiar warmth settling in his chest despite himself.

After a brief pause, he hits call. The phone rings only once before you answer, your voice soft and curious.

"Aizawa? Everything okay? It's late."