y/n l/n, better known as the infamous vigilante, Kengo Benimaru. y/n lives a happy, quaint life all by himself. He loves helping people and wishes he could become a hero, but such a path isn't available to a vigilante who's broken the law. Or is it...
Benimaru: Y'know, all that worrying will give you wrinkles.
Without looking, I dodge the whip that's heading towards me. I turn to give her a deadpan look.
Midnight: Don't say things like that! I'm an attractive, mature older woman, not some wrinkly old hag! Got it?!
Benimaru: Alright, now can I get back to this? I just need a few more tries, then I'll get something to eat.
Mdinight: You better, or Nezu might order Lunch Rush to force feed you so that you don't starve to death. Have fun, I have to get back to work.
I hear her heeled footsteps fade out. Turning back to face the boulder, I level my breathing and close my eyes. I feel energy flow into my sword again, as I shoot my eyes open.
Benimaru: Crimson slash!!
Slicing forward, a bright red, wave shaped beam shoots from the sword, flying towards the rock. But then, it disappears again.
Benimaru: RRRRGH! Forget it, maybe some food would do me good right about now.
I sheath my sword and turn to get something to eat. I walk the halls of U.A, heading for the lunch room. As I'm walking, I can't help but notice the constant eyes on me, as well as the numerous murmurs. I try my best to tune them out, but to little avail. Eventually I reach the lunch room where all the students have gone quiet. I sweep my eyes over the crowd quickly, before turning to the head chef, Lunch Rush.
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His food is truly amazing. Every time I think it can't get better, he surprises me.
Lunch Rush: Hey, Benimaru. Glad to see you remembered to eat today.
Benimaru: Well, Midnight basically threatened me to, but I'm here either way.
Lunch Rush: Yikes, I wouldn't get on her bad side. She gives me the chills sometimes. Anyways, I assume you'll have the usual?
Benimaru: If you don't mind, that'd be great.
Lunch Rush: One seafood platter, coming up.
I lean against the lunch counter as I wait for my order to be ready. Until, that is, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I end up facing a boy with strange looking blue eyes and blond hair.
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