your pov
18:30 PM MUSTAFA, JAPAN
they're all looking at me.
"i'm guessing you have questions?" i ask.
"is it okay if we ask you some?" the pink girl with horns asks.
"we just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," a boy with glasses says.
"go ahead! i don't mind that much," most people in the main room put their hands up. "er you," i say, looking at a boy with red hair.
"where did you come from?"
"i was made in england,"
"made?"
"yeah. i was an experiment," i feel the atmosphere in the living area change. they look at each other with wide eyes. shit. "hey hey hey! but it's not even a big deal. sorry for killing the mood," i say. they smiled sadly me. i don't need your pity. i'm fine.
"it's fine, zero two," the red head says, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"what was it like in england?" a pretty girl with black hair says. "i've always wanted to visit there..."
"it's okay i guess. i didn't do that much sight seeing," i shrug.
"could i ask a question?" a girl with brown hair, says.
"sure,"
"your horns?" she says, pointing at them.
"my horns? what about them?"
"what do they do?"
"mutation. they're just there. they glow sometimes when i'm feeling a strong emotion," i say. why does this girl heart beat faster when she's next to my darling?
"zero two, what exactly is your quirk?" my darling asks me.
"i just stronger and quicker i guess," i says, shrugging. "and i can control these things in the ground,"
"what things?"
"can't tell you yet," i says, sticking my tongue out. he turns from me away blushing. i saw that brown haired girl furrow her eyebrows art me.
"wait! i've got a question!" a blond boy with a lightning streak says, sticking his hand up.
"shoot,"
"is zero two your actual name?"
"yeah..." i said, scratching my cheek. "i mean you guys can think of a name for me if you want,"
"we can?"
"yeah i mean, a real name seems nice," i smiles, showing my fangs.
"okay!"
"what about aimilios?" the pink skinned girl asks.
"it's a good name but i don't think it suits me,"
"maysie?"
"nah,"
"avi?" i shake my head.
"nope,"
"what about y/n?" my darling asks. y/n?
"i like it,"