summary - [first name] finally tells her parents about tomb and i have an excuse to write a sobstory as a background.
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By the time you got home, it was around 6:30 PM. Your dad was already home, but your mom was on her way back from her office. You brought your dad to the living room and told him you had something important to tell him. It worried him. You looked so scared and dreadful, which he had never seen before. Even at that place, you had such a cheery disposition. He sat down on the couch while you took the armchair.
He remembered when he and his wife, Niyoka, visited that orphanage all those years ago. How long ago was it? About ten years ago, right? You've changed so much in the span of those ten years. When he first met you, you were cautious, but not at all shy. You were so little, too. His wife immediately loved you. She thought you were the cutest thing ever. He didn't care about how cute you were (a lie), but he sympathized with your story.
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They came to observe the orphanage. Kibaru and Niyoka both wanted a child, but unfortunately, neither of them could produce a child. They talked to the caretakers, pointing the couple to multiple kids, advertising them like show dogs.
"That one over there is well-behaved!"
"That one has a strong quirk!"
"That one will be a great hero!"
He and his wife didn't care about quirks or heroes, especially as Niyoka had met many Pro Heroes for her job. Not all of them were particularly nice, or even civil. She just wanted to make costumes all day, but it was hard when your client wants things that just aren't possible.
They saw you when they entered the courtyard. There was a ratchet playground set to the side, rusted and most likely unsafe. There was a circle of children surrounding something, squealing and cheering in amusement. Kibaru loved that sound, the sound of bubbly childhood youthfulness, the pure innocence of laughter. He himself missed being a child, but he couldn't imagine life as an orphan.
"What's going on over there?" Kibaru had asked, an amused smile on his face.
The caretaker forced out an artificially saccharine laugh. "Why don't we go see, shall we?" he had proposed. "All the children here get along exceptionally well as they all have such great personalities!"
Niyoka thickly smiled. "I can see that, Akumatsu-san."
The caretaker walked over to the group and immediately paled at what he saw. You were at the center of the circle, your two arms held in one of those Chinese finger traps, due to one of the older kids' quirk. He knew exactly who did it, but he refused to call him out.
"You guys!" he lightly chided, causing the group to scatter. "I said to behave! Sorry, they're never like this..."
Niyoka and Kibaru loudly gasped in horror. Even though your head was down, they could hear that you were crying. Worms had been dumped on you just a few minutes ago, apparent from the coarse dirt in your hair and the pink worms wriggling around you.
Niyoka immediately kneeled down in front of you, her husband following. Her thin eyebrows were knit together as she wiped the dirt out of your [hair texture] hair. "Are you okay, sweetie? Why did they do that to you?"
You looked up at the unfamiliar voice, surprised by the couple in front of you. You had big, teary [eye color] eyes and a scratched up face. "I don't know. They're just mean," you absentmindedly mumbled, trying to escape from the Chinese finger trap. You kept on pulling your arms outward, but it only seemed to make the trap tighter.
"Here." Kibaru grabbed your elbows and pushed your arms together. "Pull one arm out at a time. Try it."
You did as the man said, your mouth dropping in shock when his technique worked. How smart! "Wow... Thank you... Miss, Mister," you shouted, a grateful gleam in your childishly naive eyes. Niyoka cooed at your politeness. "But, um, who are you?" you bluntly asked.
The couple turned to each other with stars in their eyes. There was an anticipating pause, waiting for the other to say something. Then simultaneously, both Niyoka and Kibaru uttered, "This one." They broke into smiles, glad the other was thinking the same thing.
"This one?" the caretaker raised a confused brow. "But this one's..." A look of distaste crossed Akumatsu's wrinkly features, but it dulled when he glanced at the parents-to-be's bright demeanors. "Nevermind. Come along, [first name]-chan."
You followed the three adults back into the building and down a winding hall. Children glared at you in jealousy as you did. "Am I getting adopted?" you had excitedly asked, holding onto Akumatsu's rough hand as he led your little quartet to the office.
He gave you a brief nod. "Yes, are you excited!"
You looked down, suddenly interested in your walking pattern. "But Kai-kun... He's gonna be alone," you sadly mumbled.
"Kai-kun is a big boy, he'll be fine," the man assured. Kibaru remembered wondering who this 'Kai-kun' was, but easily concluded he was one of your friends at the orphanage. He didn't want to separate the two of you, but they only wanted one kid. It was a bit selfish, but people are selfish to a fault. "Soon, he'll find a home too!"
You only gave a sad nod, but you quickly got over it, as kids do. When you reached the office, you sat in between the middle-aged couple. You asked them questions while the orphanage staff retrieved the necessary adoption papers. They were stupid questions, but the couple entertained you anyways.
"Are you royalty? I've always wanted to be a princess! But my Mommy told me that princesses aren't real," you blabbered.
"No we're not royalty," Niyoka said with a bemused chuckle, "but, [first name]-chan, what were your old parents like?" Her voice was tentative and curious, as if she were scared to ask almost. Kibaru gave his wife a look of shock, and was even more shocked when you answered.
"Uhhhhh..." Your mouth hung open and your eyebrows scrunched together, trying to remember your parents before they dropped you off here. "I think my Mommy was nice and smart, and she had big, colorful wings! Like a butterfly!" You spread your arms wide and ecstatically waved them back and forth, imitating her flight, as if excited to talk about her. "And she had pretty [hair color] hair like me! But my Daddy was not smart," you jutted out your lower lip in a pout. "He had, uh, I think he had orange hair? And four arms!" You were out of breath by the time your explanation ended.
Kibaru noticed you had neither of those traits. He watched silently as Niyoka comfortingly rubbed your arm up and down. "Why was your dad not smart, sweetie?"
"Because!" you exclaimed, startling the two. "That's what Mommy said! She said he's stupid for having more babies with- what was the word? I forgot, but I'll remember it later." Your cheerful tone was unwavering as you spoke. "And then one day mommy got a new boyfriend and they brought me here."
The two were immediately filled with indignation, though Niyoka's fury was more apparent. The man tried to calm his wife, holding her back with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "How old are you, [first name]-chan?" he asked, changing the topic.
You stared at your grubby hands and stuck up four thick fingers. 'Four?' he remembered thinking, 'She looks a bit too big for four.' You then slowly raised three more fingers and held them out to the man. Seven. That number made a lot more sense. You said the number with a prideful smile. You've been at the orphanage for three years.
"Oh, wow!" he keenly responded in an interested voice. "You're a big girl, huh?"
You vigorously nodded with a smile. "Yup, just like Kai-kun! Wait, but he's a boy. But you get what I mean-"
They wanted to meet this 'Kai-kun' kid, since you seem to hold him in such high regards. Akumatsu returned with a small stack of papers and placed them in front of the two adults. The words were too small and far away from your seat to see, but you really wanted to read it. Kibaru had noticed how your neck craned up to get a better view of the words, making him chuckle.
The papers took just under an hour to fill and you were set to go to your new home. The three of you exited the orphanage, but when you reached the entrance to the parking lot, a cold voice called your name.
"[first name]. Where are you-" The voice paused. The three of you turned around, and Kibaru saw a wide smile spread across your face as you jogged towards a boy. The boy had short, dark brown hair and worried golden eyes framed by long, dark lashes. He was wearing a black gakuran and had a plain backpack on – he had just come out of school. He looked to be around twelve or thirteen, but was a bit above average height. His face was flat as he continued, "Are you... getting adopted?"
You softly replied, "Yeah. I'm so happy, Kai-kun." So this is Kai-kun? Then, you seemed to have a realization, a terribly melancholic one. "Oh. I- I won't see you again," you gasped, your eyes beginning to water. "I won't... Kai-kun..."
"[first name], don't go. Please," he had whispered, putting his hands on your shoulders. "You're the only cleanliness I have here. Everything else is dirty, you see?" He then looked up, sharply glaring at Kibaru and Niyoka. He was silent, only staring sickeningly at your new parents. Kibaru flinched at the young boy's surprisingly powerful eyes, but Niyoka stood her ground, only raising a defiant brow.
He then turned so that his back was facing the couple, as if trying to protect you from them. "They're going to make you dirty. You'll be dirty forever if you go with them and I'll... hate you."
"Don't hate me please. I just don't wanna be here anymore," you mumbled. "Everyone's so... mean."
"Was I not enough? I protected you, didn't I?" He sounded so betrayed. His eyes were wide and focused on only you, skinny eyebrows knit together on his pale forehead.
You jumped at the accusation. "I never said that! I just... I just want a mommy and daddy like everyone else at school." You wiped your eyes, stray tears escaping out the sides. You looked up, hoping it would stop the liquid from falling down your face. The tears were falling faster now. "I- I miss my family," you cried. As you broke into a sob, you continued to babble on about missing your real parents.
From the sidelines, Niyoka made a move to pull you away from the boy so she could comfort you, but Kibaru held her back. He shook his head.
Niyoka anxiously turned to her husband. "But-"
"This is important to her," he said.
Kai jolted. He was quiet, only staring at the tears falling down your face. A drop of clear snot threatened to drop down your philtrum, causing Kai to cringe away in disgust. You cried even harder, and he dropped his hands from your trembling shoulders. They gauchely returned to his sides. He didn't want to touch you while you were crying. It's gross.
"Stop that," he warningly uttered, stiffly leaning away from you. "I hate when you cry and you know it. Stop." His demanding voice got louder, trying to make you stop crying. "[first name]!"
You heaved, trying to stop crying. Your bottom lip quivered between heavy breaths. "I'm so- sorry! I- I can't just st- stop crying! That's not how- how i- it works!"
He then took something out of his pocket and shakily held it out to you – a packet of tissues. "Blow your nose," he whispered.
You gratefully took the tissue, making sure not to touch his hand with your sticky one. You paused from the loud sobs to turn away like he taught you to and began to blow your nose. Kai could hear all the boogers coming out and it made him sick. When you were done, you walked over to a nearby trash can and discarded the dirty tissue. Kai waited for you with a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Like you were programmed to, you held out your hand, waiting for him to squirt the disinfectant on your hands. You sniffled and wiped your eyes one last time.
How strange. Even though you were crying just a few seconds ago, you were suddenly focused on how clean you were. The two adults couldn't help but be amused.
Kai then pulled you into a sudden hug, muffling your dry sounds. Your tears fell onto his shoulder and he felt his shirt get wet with tears. His eyes widened, horrified. "Disgusting," he couldn't help but mutter. "Don't cry, [first name]." He tried to justify it in his mind – only his clothes are getting dirty, and it's you of all people. You're relatively clean.
"Kai-kun," you whimpered out. "I'm sorry I got you dirty..."
Kibaru couldn't resist capturing the moment on his phone.
The boy pulled away and took out the tissues again. "It's fine. Just don't leave me," he calmly said, though his body betrayed him. His fist was tightly clenched against his side while the other hand roughly wiped your face with the tissue. His teeth grinded against each other and there was a vein popping from his forehead.
Niyoka finally intervened and pulled you away. Kai's hand itched at his side, resisting the urge to use his quirk.
"I'll visit," you promised. "Everyday!"
It was an empty promise.
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They never saw Kai again. You visited the orphanage a month after, but he just wasn't there. The caretakers said he ran away.
It took a bit over a year for you to start calling him and his wife "Mom" and "Dad," but when it first happened, when the titles fell out of your mouth so naturally and affectionately, he cried. He admits this proudly, and he admits that you're the best thing that has ever come into his life.
Besides his wife, of course.
When your Mom came home, she was surprised to see the two of you sitting at the dinner table, silent. The two of you are never silent, especially when you're together. It was unsettling.
"Mom. I need to tell you, both of you, something really important."
She cautiously sat down in the seat next to her husband, staring at you in confusion. "Yes, dear?"
Your right leg shook against the hardwood floor, anxiously tapping away. One pair of your arms crossed while the other gripped onto your thigh. It was hard to believe this was the same little girl he adopted all those years ago. Kibaru continued to think about how different you were back then. Not only in looks, but in substance also. Your personality had small tweaks, that he couldn't tell were for the better or worse.
He missed you when you were a kid.
It's a disgustingly unfair thought, he knows, but he can't help it. You were so cute and cheerful. Now that you're a teen, you're still rather optimistic, but sometimes there's a sort of dread surrounding you, especially ever since you woke from your coma.
But whenever either he or his wife try to bring it up, ask if there's anything wrong, you simply push them away. Younger you wouldn't have done this.
Teenagers make everything so complicated.
But as a parent, it's something he has to come to terms with.
"I..." you began once your parents had settled in, staring into your lap. "The day before the USJ attack, a villain broke into my room – it was the same one that attacked USJ." The way you spoke was robotic, scripted. You had written down the words in your head, reciting what to say so you wouldn't mess up. You hated how Tomb had this much of an effect on you. You hated it.
"When was this?" Your Mom jumped up from her seat on the couch, as if to object. As if she didn't believe you – or more like she didn't want to believe it. You had expected the question, but were scared to answer.
You refused to look up. "Um, a week into school."
Your Mom sat back down and sternly crossed her arms. "And you're just telling us now?"
Your Dad nodded. "Why not tell us then? You can trust us, we are your parents, [first name]."
A deep frown etched itself onto your face. "I just... I couldn't bring myself to. I didn't... want you guys to, like, worry."
Your Mom let out a deep sigh and reached her hand over to place it on top of yours. "We worry about you regardless. That's what parents do: worry." You nodded. "Now, is there anymore to this?"
"Yeah," you breathed out. They waited for you to continue, their faces scarily stoney. "That same villain broke into my room again. Last night."
Your parents gasped, horrified looks on their faces. "While we were sleeping?" your Dad yelled, outraged. "How did he get in? There's guards surrounding the lobby!"
"He has some sort of portal thing he calls Kurogiri."
Your Mom's hand wrapped around yours. "Did he touch you? Hurt you? Are you okay? Please-"
You held back a grimace. "No, I'm fine. I am fine," you desperately insisted. God, you hated this! Your eyes burned in their sockets. The entire mood of the room was so cloying, and you wanted to rip your antennae off again.
"You're not."
"Yes, Mom, I'm fine."
"You're not," she stressed, gripping your hand tighter. "And it's okay."
And you felt your façade shatter.
Eventually, your parents were able to coax the full story out of you, from when you had upset Tomb online to when he last left. When you mentioned how he had hugged you from behind, your Mom began to cry and you did too. She moved to hold you in her arms, your face buried in her shoulder as you continued to inarticulately babble.
You hated seeing your Mom cry. It's rare, but still. She's such a strong woman, and everyone knows this, but seeing her so weak pained you. And it's all your fault.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed into your hair. "I'm sorry I didn't wake up and save you. You must've been so scared."
"I didn't want you to wake up," you replied between sniffles. "He would've- He would've-" You didn't want to say it. Just the thought of your parents dying to that man made an indescribable jab of sickness stab through your stomach. "Oh, Mom!" you continued to wail, hugging her warm body tighter. She's still here. Thank God.
Your dad watched as the two of you cried and he held himself back from crying himself. He should've been there. He should've pressed you harder. You've been carrying this burden for months. He roughly wiped his nose with a loud sniff. "[first name]," he said, causing you to look up from your Mom's embrace. "Is there anything, and I mean anything, we can do?" His voice was strained, desperate to help you in any way he could.
You didn't even want to bring up the moving thing anymore, but you probably should, huh? "The principal thinks I should, um, move into one of UA's apartments," you nervously stated. No way they'll say yes. It sounds more dangerous, doesn't it? Moving away to live alone. The thought scared you, too. You don't want to go.
Your parents gasped, immediately rejecting the offer, just as expected.
"Are they crazy!?" your Mom shrieked into your antennae, causing you to softly wince.
Your Dad frowned. "[first name], why would we do that? I barely want you to attend a hero school, much less UA-"
"No!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide. The thought of leaving UA horrified you. All of your friends – Aina, Izuku, Shinsou, Kosei, Kaibara, Tokage – everyone! You'd be leaving them! No, you don't want to leave them and start anew! Especially when you're so, so close to your goal. "I can't leave UA. Please, Dad. I'll stay safe, I promise."
It was another empty promise.
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They said yes. They finally gave in to your begging and said yes. Your parents also revealed to you that they planned to move to Fukuoka when you left the house, and since a literal villain knew where they lived, they also had a chance to move. You would be moving into your new apartment on the weekend, and you couldn't tell if it was exciting or dreadful. Maybe both.
You told Principal Nezu this and he seemed pleased, you liked to think. You took another sip of the bittersweet tea, paying excessive attention to the lip gloss stain imprinted onto the white porcelain. You were in the Principal's office, sitting across from the mouse.
"Nezu-san," you tentatively began. The mouse hummed; you continued with an air of uncertainty. "Eraserhead-san told me to ask you about the Practical Exam – the one the Hero kids are taking."
"Well, what do you want to know?" he asked, before taking a nibble of manju. You had one of your own but you weren't hungry yet, so it sat on a plate in front of you untouched.
"Well, what should I know?" you countered, staring straight at him. "Am I able to take it? I mean, I don't know if I'm in the Heroics Course. This is confusing me."
Yesterday, you did the hero training with 1-A, but you're not actually a part of their class. It was beginning to frustrate you to no end. Can they decide already? Do they want you in the course or not!? Both classes are full, yes, but can't they kick someone out to make room for you?
Okay, that was a mean thought. Everyone in those classes probably worked just as hard, if not more, for their spot in UA's famed Heroics Course. You just weren't able to meet that standard at the entrance exam.
You wondered what it would've been like if you did get in through the entrance exams.
You most likely wouldn't have met Aina or Shinsou... If you were in 1-A, you would've been there at the USJ attack, too. Would you have gotten killed? Probably. And if not, Tomb would've made you look like a big fat traitor, you're sure of it.
"You have the option to take it," he said. "If you take the exam and pass, you'll be able to go on a trip with the first-year hero students, and if you don't, then, oh well." Nezu shrugged slightly, which would've been adorable if not for that sharp look in his beady eyes.
"A trip?"
"It's a training camp at a forest retreat. You can train your quirk freely there, and it will be a good experience."
A training camp, huh? You then asked a question that had been stabbing at your consciousness since the Festival, "But... Why haven't I transferred classes yet? To 1-A or 1-B?"
He hummed. "I understand you may be distressed, but we're stuck in a bit of a complicated predicament. You see, none of the classes have available spots."
Oh. "So why don't you just... transfer someone out?" Isn't that what is supposed to happen?
A small smile graced his furry lips. "Surprisingly, all the hero students this year have immense potential."
Your small frown deepened into a disdained sneer as you stared at the principal. "So am I, like, not good enough or...?"
"Oh, no! You're perfectly fine for the Heroics Course! I heard you even managed to knock Aizawa-san unconscious."
Your mouth opened, and you felt like a guilty man standing in front of a convicting judge. "I- He asked me to, I swear!" you quickly defended yourself.
His black eyes scrunched up. "But, oh my! I have to admit I was quite shocked when Shuzenji-san mentioned it – she was just as shocked as I!"
He chuckled again, his eyes shutting in mirth. You only glowered in response.
Finally, you decided to pick up the manju. You dipped it in your tea and took a small bite. Oh! The texture was surprisingly moist and lightweight compared to the manju you've tried before. It had a mild sweetness that was complemented by the slight bitterness of the tea. "Joyo manju?" you muttered.
Nezu smiled. "Yes, Lunch Rush has been experimenting with confections as of late. Is it to your liking?"
You uttered a small "yes" and took another bite. The nutty adzuki paste was smooth and sweet on your tongue. You wanted more. "Do you know if Lunch Rush would ever... sell these at lunch?" you asked, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice.
The mouse chuckled. "If you'd like, [last name]-san," he pulled out a white box with Lunch Rush's face on it from under his desk, "you may have the rest of this box. There's an assortment of manju. Think of it as compensation for your confusion."
Your eyes slightly widened. You wanted to say yes, but you would look like a fatass roaming the halls with a box of sweets! But they're so good...
"Thank you, Nezu-san," you bowed your head, giving in to your gluttony. "Ah, I should probably get going," you inwardly said.
"Yes, thank you for coming to talk to me," Nezu said, sliding the box of sweets across his desk. You stood up. "Let me know whether you decide to take the Practical exam or not."
You took the box in your hands. It was light and you were able to hold it with one hand. "About that – I'll take it." A new determination filled you.
His smile widened. "I feel I should tell you that you're battling against the Staff. It's only fair after all, as you're automatically less prepared for the exam. But don't tell anyone!" he cheekily added.
Nezu's smile sharpened. He was gaining your trust.
"I won't!"
As you walked to lunch that day, you mulled over the exam. You're battling real heroes, huh? Well, you already knocked out Eraserhead yesterday, so if you were to pull that trick again... But would he fall for it again? There's a saying: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me" – or is it the other way around? You can't remember. Whatever the saying means, you should probably learn new tricks in preparation. You don't wanna become a one-trick pony, that's lame! You probably won't even be against Eraserhead.
You wondered if the teachers would hold back. I mean, professionals who have been doing herowork for, you don't know, twenty years or something, against kids who were in middle school a few months ago?? How is that fair??
"Hey, [last name]! What's in that box?" a boy from 1-A shouted, curiously staring at the white box in your hand. His name – Satou, was it?
You slowed your steps and came to a stop so he could catch up to you. You opened the white box and showed him the assorted manju. "Joyo manju! Do you want one?" you offered out of politeness. Really, you didn't want to share.
"If you insist!" He took a(n) [color] pastry, one that you were looking forward to, and you felt one of your eyes twitch. He took a bite and his eyes widened with a pleased look. "Oh wow! Did you make these?"
"No, no, I can't make stuff like this," you bashfully shook your head with a smile, reminiscing about the time you and Natsuo tried to bake cookies. "It was Lunch Rush."
"Lunch Rush needs to share his recipes." You both laughed even though it wasn't really a joke.
You fell into an awkward silence and you wanted to say something to get rid of it. Ugh, you hate awkwardness. He likes sweets, right? You recall Izuku telling you that his quirk had something to do with sweets and his strength.
"Do you like sweets, Satou-kun?"
His eyes looked like they had stars in them. "Oh, yeah! I work at a bakery on the weekends, but it's more European instead of traditional!"
A wide smile covered your face as you talked about baking. He gave you a bunch of tips that you would share with Natsuo the next time you two decide to bake something.
You entered the cafeteria and saw Monoma walking towards Izuku's table. You excused yourself from Satou and walked over, yelling a cheerful, "Monoma-kun!"
The blond turned to you with a wide smile, purposefully bumping his sharp elbow into Izuku's head. "Oh, [last name]-chan!"
Izuku let out a loud wince of pain, which made you frown a little. Did Monoma bump him that hard? "Ah, my bad," he half-heartedly apologized. "Your head's so big I ended up whacking it."
"That's not very nice, Monoma-kun," you lightly reprimanded (even though you did think it was just a little funny). "Are you alright, Zucchan?"
Izuku pinkened, a sheepish smile on his face when he saw you. He was a bit embarrassed about you seeing that happen. Man, you must think he's even lamer now! But how do you know this 1-B kid?
"I'm fine!" Izuku quickly exclaimed. "But the Class B kid! Uhhhhhh... Monoma-kun!" he recalled. "How dare you-!
"You lot encountered the Hero Killer, I heard," Monoma jabbed, and you immediately glanced towards Iida. "The ways in which you've been basking in the spotlight have only multiplied since the Sports Festival, huh, Class A? Only, the attention is all trouble!"
"Monoma-kun," you irritatedly said. "They can't, like, control it."
"Well, their bad luck might run off on us! Especially you! Because you loooove rubbing elbows with these stupid 1-A kids so much!" He jeered, full of jealousy.
You couldn't help but laugh. "Monoma-kun, I fraternize with 1-B more."
"Whatever, next time they get in trouble, we might get wrapped into it too and get hurt! How sca-! PWAH!" His head jolted down and he let out a painful yelp as Kendou snatched his lunch tray before it could clatter to the floor.
The girl appeared behind him, silencing him with a slap to the back of his blond head. "That's not funny! Don't you know what happened to Iida-san?"
Iida slightly bowed his head, looking down at his curry. Your lip twitched downwards and you put a hand on Iida's upper back, as if to tell him it's okay. He glanced up, a grateful look on his face. He then looked over to 1-B's class rep, who was holding Monoma by his shirt.
"Sorry 'bout that, Class A, this kid's heart is, well, you know..." Kendou apologized, placing his tray on the table beside Izuku's.
You smiled at her with a slight laugh that she returned. "Kendou-chan!" you chimed, glad to see her. You gave her a hug.
"Kendou-kun!" Iida exclaimed.
A remorseful look graced her pretty features. "I heard you say that you didn't know what the end-of-term test would be, right? Looks like it'll be like the entrance exam – a battle simulation exercise fighting robots."
All of the 1-A students stared at Kendou in surprise. Well, except Shouto, who was still eating his meal.
"Really? How do you know?" Izuku asked.
"An upperclassman friend of mine told me."
You resisted the urge to tell them she was wrong, but the thought of Nezu punishing you for doing so deterred you. A sly smirk made its way onto your face. You have a pretty big advantage, huh?
Izuku began to murmur and Kendou looked at him strangely.
"Are you an idiot, Kendou? We had an advantage. We had our chance to get ahead of the detestable Class A!" Monoma slowly raised his head, a scary look on his face.
"They're not detestable!" Kendou scolded, dragging him away.
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After school, you led Shinsou to the MMA clubroom. You had changed into your white Gi, a green belt tied around your waist. It signified your level of expertise. Green was pretty good, considering you've only started MMA this year, though it was nothing compared to Ojiro's black belt.
Shinsou had changed into a white Gi, paired with a white belt, meaning that he was a beginner. The outfit was a spare the club kept. You introduced him to Kou and a few other members you had mingled with.
"Are you in [first name]-kun's class?" Abu Namakura, a tall girl from 2-E questioned the boy, rubbing her chin with her thumb and index finger. "I feel like she's talked about you before..."
You smiled, answering for him. "Yup! But the 1-A teacher seems to have taken a liking to him," you held your pointer finger up to your lips.
You helped Shinsou with learning moves, and he was having a bit of trouble with a certain kick. He wasn't getting his leg high enough, which was a waste of his long limbs! He was waaaaay too stiff.
"Shinsou-kun," you said, your hand hovering over his raised leg. It was shaking, trying to keep himself from toppling over. He let out a grunt. "Do you need help?"
He gave you a strained nod, and you held his calf, raising it further. "My legs don't stretch that damn far!" He let out an exasperated gasp as you pulled his trembling leg up.
You let go with a laugh and you laughed even harder when he fell to the floor. "You good?"
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hiiii guys! ion rly like this chap that much 😭 but i was just wondering which chapter has been ur fav and why ? ty in advance!!!