Content warning:

Aversion, self deprication, mention on bullies, ECT.
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For the majority of the weekend, Izuku wandered around town, trying to keep out of the house. He knew he was procrastinating, and he would have to tell his mom at some point, but he wasn't ready. He hated keeping secrets from her, and being around her made it difficult.

As he was walking to the park, he heard a small noise coming from an alley. Turning, he locked eyes with the fluffiest black kitten he had ever seen.

"Oh my god," Izuku's heart bubbled as the kitten walked up and curled around his leg, purring, "You are the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on!"

He picked the cat up. "Do you have an owner?" The cat was, in fact, not wearing a collar. "I should take you to the shelter and have you checked just in case."

The walk to the shelter was calmer than Izuku had been for the last week. The kitten seemed to enjoy curling up in his hoddie pocket.

When they arrived at the shelter, the waiting room was moderately empty, only a scruffy man wearing all black clothing was sitting in one of the chairs.

Izuku walked to the empty front desk. "Hello?"

A lady he recognised peered behind a back wall. "Hello, sugar! How can I help you?"

"H-hi Mrs. Amami, Um- I-I found this kitten in an a-alleyway. It d-doesn't have a collar so I was w-wondering if you c-could check it over for in-njuries and a chip?" Izuku pulled the sleepy kitten from his pocket.

Mrs. Amami walked to the counter. "Sure thing honey. Just hand 'um over."

Izuku handed the sleepy kitten to Mrs. Amami, who looked at the kitten from all angles before deeming them in no need of immediate medical attention. "C-could I give you my n-number? I w-want to know when I can see th-them again."

"Absolutely! Just write your number here." She hands him a clipboard. "Do you have a name for this kitten? We don't want to get them confused with the others that come through here."

"O-oh! Um... Is W-wisp okay?"

"Yep!"

Izuku wrote down his contact information on the board with the advice to come back in 2-3 days, and left.

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Aizawa Shouta has seen a lot. Gang fights, abandonment, depression; if it was trauma, he had seen it in some form or another. So when a curly, green haired teenager walks into the shelter he frequents, Aizawa's alarms go off. Almost everything about the kid screamed "I haven't had the best life experiences"; from their eyes, to their stutter, and the way they carry themself.

It was clear the kid wanted to keep the kitten they found, Aizawa knew that much, but their body language screamed "I don't think I deserve it."

Mrs. Amami was a great vet. He worked with her a lot and he knew she was picking up similar signals.

When the kid left, she handed him a copy of the info. "Keep an eye on them, please? They come in here every once in a while, and I'm sure something is going on. I don't think it's home life, because I have met their mother, but school is another question."

Aizawa carefully folded the copy and zipped it into his pocket. "How do you know?"

Mrs. Amami crosses her arms and gives him a serious look. "They either refuse or are unable to talk about it. It's a very noticeable response."

Aizawa was concerned, but satisfied with the answer. He kept the request in mind as he walked out of the shelter.

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AN:

These couple of chapters are rushed, sorry. I'm having phone difficulties, and I might loose all the progress I have on this if I dont post it soon.

This is what I get for using an android.