//retro to moving territory probably

Hurting others wasn't exactly something he or other heroes enjoyed. If they could, they would try to keep the peace without hurting anyone. But of course, villains weren't going to do things easily, which meant they couldn't, either. But it didn't really matter whether they enjoyed it or not. All that did was that they got the job done, and that they had the best intentions in mind. Izuku definitely fit that last criteria, if he was being honest.

Aizawa simply nods at his question, finishing off his cup of tea. Healers had important jobs, ones that might have been even more important than the heroes'. "Where do you think heroes would be without healers like you? They wouldn't be in fighting condition, I'll tell you that," he goes on to say as he climbs to his paws. His mouth stretches open in a yawn, sleep tugging at his eyelids.

"Anyways, it's time for a nap. I'll leave you to it," then he turns away, only to pause and look down at the scarf that wrapped around his neck. It was important to him, though it was mostly for sentimental value right now as he adjusted to his new powers. Still, he didn't want it to get dirty while he was puking every few minutes. "Hey, do me a favor and keep this for me. I want it to stay clean," unraveling it, he tosses it over to the maine coon, hoping he could trust the problem child with it.

"SPEECH"