Am I right, Ms. Sato?
I tsked. He knows EXACTLY, but it's like he wants to tempt me.
"Yeah...your right." I said, looking to my left.
"Great! I wouldn't want to mistaken you for somebody else now, would I," he said, so cheerfully.
I swear didn't he say that-
"I hope you know this school is different, and the rules are different. I hope you can understand. Also, I have one request for you." He said while looking into my eyes seriously.
I sighed. What is it.
Do you know of the IHQT or the IMQT?
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In Class
Midoriyas Pov
"Yesterday was very...well, I don't know how to explain. T-that girl...,she was so fast! I never seen anything like it other than...Iida," I thought to myself while sitting down in my seat.
"Alright, class settle down." Mr. Aizawa had said to the rest of the students as they sat down. You guys remember what I told you about this special student from a week ago, right?" Mr. Aizawa had spoken.
Flash bAcK tIMe ToOoOoo
Last Monday.
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We had arrived in class like any normal day. I was speaking to Uraraka about some things I could do to get stronger. She gave me a few suggestions like eating healthy working out the normal.
Mr. Aizawa came inside of the classroom and went to his desk. "He looked a bit...nervous." I said in my mind as I took a seat.
"Hey, don't you think Mr. Aizawa is acting a bit weird?" Mina had whispered to me.
"Yeah, I noticed it too." I responded.
Alright everybody, take a seat.
He took a deep breath before saying.
We might be having a new student.
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.
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A NEW STUDENT?!??!!?
"Yes, now please, no yelling this is already as stressful." Mr. Aizawa had said while sighing.
"Would it be another boy..." Kirishima had mumbled while placing a finger on his chin while thinking.
"Nah, bro..., I THINK IT WOULD BE A GIRl!'' Denki yelled, which gained him a slight glare from Mr. Aizawa.
"Another girl, would be great!" Momo exclaimed.
"What do you think, Midoriya!" Uraraka had said to me.
"I-i w-well u-um." I started to stutter while blushing.
"Geez, you guys are getting all excited for another extra to come. It doesn't matter what the gender IS!" Kacchan said, and it looked as if he was smirking or smiling.
"If they got into U.A alone means they must be strong! Not to mention HOW THEY WOULD GET INTO U.A IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR!" Kacchan yelled, but he seemed excited too.
"I-i kinda a-agree with Kacchan on the g-gender part." I stuttered while looking at Uraraka with a soft smile.
"O-oh, ok!" She said while turning around to face the board.
*Knock Knock*
"Come in!" Mr. Aizawa said while rubbing his temples.
"Principal Nezu told me to give you this." A woman had said. She had blond hair with black glasses. I have never seen her before, but she left shortly after giving something to Mr. Aizawa.
Everybody had stopped speaking and looked at Mr. Aizawa open something.
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.
.
.
"Oh god...another headache." Mr. Aizawa said, and most of the students jump up like Mina and Denki.
Mostly everybody was talking.
"ISNT THAT GREAT!"
"Another student..."
"A GIRL?? OR A BOY??"
"I NEED TO KNOW IF ITS A GIRL I NEED TO FEEL THERE BO-"
"SILENCE!" Mr. Aizawa had yelled, glaring at all of us.
He had sighed before putting his hand in his hair.
"Although..., this isn't any regular student.'' Mr. Aizawa mummbled but loud enough for everybody to hear.
"W-what do you m-mean Mr. Aizawa?" I asked.
First off, the student is a girl.
YE-
"SHUT UP!" Mr.AIzawa yelled.
"If I hear another word from any of you, it's instant detention!" He said before continuing.
"It seems as if the student was-" Mr. Aizawa had stopped reading, looking shocked.
"The student went to Meadow High." He said still with a shocked face.
Uraraka raised her hand, and Mr. Aizawa called on her.
What is
Meadow High?
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