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It was too early for this shit, you thought to yourself.
Your bed was simply too comfy. The thick and fluffy duvet was warm and soft against your skin, the pleasant warmth from your deep sleep still thick and almost suffocating.
Sticking your foot out from the cocoon, the apartment was just as it always was in the mornings; Cold. Quickly, you retreated your lone soldier back into the safety of warmth, and turned over, content to simply ignore the duties of the day.
A surprised trilling accompanied your movement, and you quickly re-adjusted to prevent squishing your smaller companions. Mushroom, ever the sweetest one, stood up and gently padded over to your face. Hesitantly, as always, he stuck a paw out and gently tapped at your face. And then mewed.
Blegch. Morning breath. Cat morning breath.
“Noooooooo-” you whined, turning around once more, adamant on avoiding the cutest, most convincing blue eyes. “Not yet. ‘m Sleepy...” You grumbled to the white cat. Mushroom ignored the request however, and gently stepped onto, and then over you, returning to your face.
A gentle headbonk was all it took to get white fluff all over your mouth and face.
You sat up, taking hand-over-hand wiping at your face to remove as much fur as you could. “Agh! Mushroom!”
You turned your gaze to the culprit, his wide, slightly crossed eyes staring innocently at you. With a sigh, you looked to the other side of the bed, spotting the middle child.
Roast, the plain brown tabby, watched silently. He was curled up in what you could only presume to be his earlier position, and judging by the ruffled fur and white flecks, he and Mushroom had stayed together last night.
“Awwww, Snuggle boys!” You raised a hand to Mushroom, who bonked into it, guiding your hand down his back to the base of his black tail.
Stretching in place, you finally decided to get up, since there was no way the cats would let you go back to sleep before their breakfast. You threw the duvet over to the side and off you, burying Roast who quickly wriggled out.
As soon as you shifted to put on your slippers, both Roast and Mushroom were at your feet, twirling and meowing.
“Alright, alright!” You gently nudged them with your feet, not wanting to step on them any more than usual. “Lets go get ‘bekk-fast.’” You teased, the boys quickly increasing their meows at that word.
Wandering down the hall of the apartment, you looked around for the eldest child. He wasn’t always in the bedroom in the mornings, being more of a stoic loner, but it was unusual to not see him at the calls of his younger siblings.
Oh well, he’d hear the can and come running anyways, you thought. You grabbed the bowls from the floor and brought them up to the sink counter. You then dug for a spoon, a can of wet food, and their container of dry. Both Mushroom and Roast were now very talkative, reaching up against the cabinets from their spot on the floor. They knew better than to hop up, though that didn’t stop them from stretching as far as they could.
Again, no sign of your eldest, so you picked up the container of dry food and shook it, calling out to the apartment.
“Soup! Breakfast! Yer gonna miss it!”
A few moments later the Orange Man of the Hour trotted out from the Living Room. He came and sat down at your feet, yawning and squinting his yellow eyes at you.
“Well Good morning mister! How was last night?” You asked, reaching out with your quirk to the mental link you both shared.
‘Same as usual.’ Soup replied, another yawn coming from him. ‘Saw some humans outside real late, seemed to be patrolling their territory.’
“That’s good,” You replied, getting the dry food scooped out into the bowls before adding a bit of water. “And your siblings?”
‘Roast and Mush were up and about around the high Moon, but they kept it quiet after I intruded.’
You nodded, smiling to yourself.
Your quirk was unusual, and unfamiliar in its entirety to you, but you enjoyed the company it provided. ‘Familiar’ you had named it, as you had been experimenting with witchy things and Wiccan at the time. As far as you, your parents, and your doctor could guess, it gave you a mental bond to one animal of your choosing. Once bonded, the animal’s intelligence and lifespan increased, allowing them to speak telepathically to you, and to understand and communicate at a higher level.
The downside was that you could only bond with one animal at a time, and that nobody else could understand your familiar. Being young, age 5 or 6 at the time, you had of course (unknowingly) bonded with the street cat you had been secretly feeding. And so, Soup became part of your life.
“Well,” You cracked open the can of wet food, taking the lid and leaning down to Soup, who was already reaching up to meet you, “I appreciate it a lot.”
He didn’t reply as he began to lick the lid, and you waited until it was clean before tossing it into the trash. You then picked up the spoon and scooped out equal portions of wet food onto each bowl of soaked-dry food. Afterward, you bent down, holding the spoon and now empty can for the younger two cats to take their turns.
Soup slow-blinked at you, a purr rumbling as he spoke. ‘It helps that it was cooler tonight than usual. They wanted warmth more than play. Hence why they came to you.’
You stood back up, grabbing Roast’s and Mushroom’s bowls as you called out an ‘Okay boys!’ to them. Gently setting the bowls down, the two cats eagerly ate their food. You picked up the last remaining bowl and set it down in front of the ever-so-patient Soup.
“Summer is just about over, so it’s cooling down a lot more.” You explained, taking the spoon and rinsing it off in the sink and taking care of the empty can. “I just hope it won’t be as bad as last year.”
You shivered at the memory. Japan had one of the worst winters in recent history, one that knocked out a lot of power and heat. Unfortunately, you were one of those unlucky enough to lose both. Fortunately, a space heater and some tricks off the internet got you by well enough.
‘Me neither,’ Soup replied, his words carrying a shudder of their own over the link as he ate.
Leaving the conversation there, you got to work on your own food. All might brand sugar flakes for you. Sure, there was enough sugar in there to give a small child a stroke, but hey! The man knows his cereal.
The news got put on as you sat at the kitchen table, eating your cereal. Weather was supposed to be a bit breezy today, and cooler as the week went on. Some minor crimes were stopped, and even an AllMight appearance made it on.
Soon enough, breakfast was done, and you rinsed out both yours and the cats’ bowls. You got ready for work quickly, grabbing your keys, bag, and phone before bidding goodbye to the cats.