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Chapter 7

"Mornin' kid. You eaten?"

Aizawa walked out of his room. He was basically ready to leave. I was sitting on the sofa,(couch or whatever) looking at my phone.

"Not yet."

He went to the kitchen and returned with food a few minutes later. He got you some (breakfast name).

"We're leaving early today. Reporters have crowded around the school."

"Reporters?"

"Mhm. Big crowd, flashing lights, shouting. That kinda stuff."

"Mob." My voice had lowered.

"No. Reporters."

I hummed and continue to eat.

■▪︎■Time skip■▪︎■

"You're like super pretty! Are you in the hero course!?"

"People have said you arrived with one of your teachers, is that true!? Is he a family member!?"

"How is All Might as a teacher!?"

"Excuse me...please." My teeth and fists were clenched.

"Hey, we just want a few answers!"

"And I just want to get to class. Please move."

"We have some treats. You can have some if you answer a few questions!"

You pause in your place.

"Hm? What kind?"

"Uh...cookies?"

"I haven't tried those... What'd you wanna know?"

The reporters smile at each other.

"Now you are a beautiful young woman... why didn't you go to a school for modelling? Hero work?"

"Hmm. Well, I suppose I don't want to see people cry if it's unnecessary. Where I'm from, people live each day like it's their last. I want it to be different for people here."

A cookie was shoved in my hands. I took a bite and my eyes lit up. I hear a few people laugh.

"Have you had any classes with All Might yet?"

"Yeah."

"How was it?"

"Very informative. I enjoyed it."

Another cookie was handed to me. There were a few more questions but one stood out to me.

"You look like the typical pretty princess. If you're meant to save us, we're doomed."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry girly...but I just don't think you have what it takes to be a hero."

"And what do you know? You have no idea how skilled or unskilled I am. I'd appreciate I if you stopped underestimating me."

The reporter lets out a laugh.

"Okay...okay. Anyone got a lie detector quirk here?"

A woman sticks up her hand and makes her way over to me.

"Can I touch your shoulder?"

"Yes."

"Okay, ask a question."

The crowd had gone quiet. A few clicks of camera's echoed but no one spoke.

"What's your quirk?"

"I don't have one."