Aizawa didn't look up from the stack of essays he was grading. He rarely did. His hand moved in steady strokes, red pen bleeding across the page, while the massive silver-and-white Maine Coon draped across his shoulders blinked one slow eye open.

The cat yawned, showing impressive fangs, and resettled.

You stretched, digging your claws gently into the fabric of his hero costume as you shifted. A single gold band gleamed from where it hung on a thin chain around your neck, catching the fluorescent light.

The door opened wider.