Weakness

Shouta cursed himself for being weak. How could he have fallen asleep in the Villain's house?! He wasn't even a real cat, for crying out loud. The mere thought of it miffed him. He felt like his ego had taken a hit. His cat body was obviously working against him here, but he would prevail. Mind, not body. He just had to try harder, that's all.

He'd gotten a shock when he woke up on the Villain's stomach. He'd been hoping that he would wake up and find that everything was just a strange dream – even though he hadn't had any strange dreams for years. But a Hero could hope, right?

Instead, he slowly came back into consciousness on top of the Villain's stomach. He hadn't even known where he was at first, just knowing that he woke up feeling warm and contented. That was something that didn't happen very often, even though he slept in a sleeping bag most of the time.

By the time he realized something was strange, he'd already been rubbing his face against the warmth as he seemed to be lying on a mobile platform that drifted up and down occasionally. It had almost lulled him back to sleep when he realized that platform was technically breathing.

He felt like someone had injected him with a shot of adrenaline. He stood up so fast that he tumbled off, causing him to feel a sense of vertigo. He inwardly thanked the stars that he hadn't somehow changed back into a man during his sleep – then he'd be labelled as the Hero who slept with a Villain if the paparazzi ever got a hold of this news. Even if he was literally sleeping with him, he would never be able to get away from the news. His underground Hero career would certainly take a nosedive and reporters probably wouldn't leave him alone.

Shouta silently padded up the bed after making sure the Villain was still asleep. He eyed Midoriya's sleeping face, not sure what he should be feeling at this moment. The Villain wasn't a good person, he had still picked up a cat in distress. That meant he wasn't completely evil. He still had a heart in there somewhere. Even if it was deep, deep down.

He really didn't know what to feel when he saw that Midoriya's face was slack with sleep. He seemed completely different from when he was awake. Asleep, the Hero could tell that the Villain was still rather young. He had faint dark circles under his eyes, but the Villain looked completely at peace. He could almost be called innocent. Shouta shook himself out of it. That was a dangerous path to travel down.

He couldn't allow himself to be partial just based on his understandings alone. Regardless of what he felt or could feel, the other was still a Villain that was wanted in the country. A person didn't get to the top ten most wanted being a nice person. He'd committed numerous crimes of fraud, robbery, scamming and cold-blooded murder.

Shouta hardened his heart, steeling himself. He couldn't allow himself to be weak. He couldn't afford to be biased when so many lives had been harmed in the process of Midoriya's villainy.

The black-furred kitten nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand abruptly patted his head. His heartbeat sped up so fast he was surprised he didn't collapse in the shock. He looked at Midoriya, seeing half-lidded bright green eyes that still looked fogged by the vestiges of sleep.

"Hey there, kitten," the man purred.

Shouta's mouth opened slightly in his shock. He blinked, his thought process disrupted. What was the Villain thinking, throwing that bedroom voice at a cat?! God, if the other person wasn't a Villain, he would totally be his type.

Good thing cats didn't really have a sex drive. Right? No, no. That wasn't the issue here. Why was he thinking about this?! What was he doing? This had to be the Villain's Quirk, right? There was no plausible way – his thoughts once again jolted to a halt when he felt himself being picked up.

He subconsciously clung to the other's hand. It felt terrifying being picked up and carried. He hadn't realized earlier when he was still lost in the stages of shock, but he didn't like this feeling at all. He didn't like feeling like he wasn't in control of himself, that his safety was being held in the hands of someone else.

If the Villain dropped him, he didn't think he would suffer too much from that, since he was a cat and all – they were able to somehow right themselves if it wasn't too high, but that didn't mean it gave him any reassurance. He felt slightly panicked at the thought but grit his teeth and forced his feelings down. The Villain wouldn't do that. Or at least, he didn't think he would, but who knew how a Villain really thought.

He was placed down on cool tiles. He glanced around cautiously, realizing he was in the bathroom with the Villain. He retreated slightly, not sure what the other was about to do. He couldn't be planning on killing him here, could he?

"Okay, Nekozawa. You have to do your business there, okay?" Midoriya said, pointing at the toilet bowl. The Villain started the water in the bathtub, filling the silence with the echo of trickling water.

Shouta felt like dying. This was his life now, being told by a Villain where he should do his business. All his years as a Pro-Hero hadn't prepared him for this. If he was a human, he was certain his face would have been as red as a tomato. No matter how unflappable he might have seemed to most, there were still limits to it!

Then, the Villain started stripping off his clothes. Shouta stared at him in shock. Creamy pale skin started revealing itself in various intervals. The black kitten wasn't sure what crime he had committed in the past life for him to be tortured like this. His eyes involuntarily scanned the vast expense of naked skin being presented to him.

This was fine, right? He thought faintly. He was just categorizing if the Villain had any glaring weaknesses. His eyes drifted across the defining abs on the other's body, coming to stop on a certain body part. It felt like something exploded in his mind. Holy fuck, Midoriya was huge! No, no, no. he calmed himself down. Things just seemed bigger because he was smaller, right? Yeah, after all, Midoriya himself was already a giant, the bathtub was even larger.

Shouta hissed as the man tried to pick him up, scratching the offending hand, even though he immediately regretted it. He must have lost his wits when the other started stripping. Where was his earlier resolve to be nice to the Villain to have his guard lower?

A finger bopped his nose gently. "Bad kitty," he heard. Immediately, the feeling of wanting to die came back just as quickly as it left. "No scratching."

He ignored the other, intending to escape out of the bathroom. He was swiftly dissuaded from his notion as the other scooped him up with offending ease, swiftly taking a paw and cutting his nails before he even had a chance to respond.

Before he knew it, both paws and hind legs had been cut. He felt stunned. The other had just de-weaponised him before he could even react. He was already weak on attack power in this form, but the other had made him even weaker!

He was then swiftly carried as the other got into the bathtub.

"Okay, time to take a bath, Nekozawa. You're kind of dirty."

Shouta was instantly offended.

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Omake:

The vet felt like jumping every time he entered his bedroom. He felt like crying. Why did he have to feel this way? He didn't think the man with green eyes would just enter his bedroom again, but his mind was screaming for him to check every corner. Not only that, every little creak or sound in his bedroom just set him off. The past couple of days, he'd been sleeping in the closet.

The poor vet turned off the lights and swiftly stuffed a bunch of clothes under the blanket to make it look like he was sleeping there before turning and dashing for the closet.

He was safe now. He drifted off into sound slumber at the thought that he was safe.

The door of the closet creaked open.

The vet screamed.

There was no one there. The vet felt like screaming again when he saw a black cat outside the door.

Nooooooo…

The vet woke up, sweating. He cautiously checked around him, realizing the door was still closed. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was all a dream.