Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🌸 Before you Read 🌸
🌸This story does NOT align with the events of KL or INH at all for so many reasons. It's a crossover. What do you expect! None of it is cannon, but one can only hope all the couples in this will be someday.
🌸Same rules apply as always: my cast is in 1-B, Shelby's stays in 1-A. This moves Tami into 1-D as 1-C is a Hero Class in Shelby's book. Of course, unlike the last fic, this would take place if the dorms weren't a thing, but after those events as they're about to become second years (To those unfamiliar with it, Japan starts school in April).
🌸Also, it's so weird not to have chapter questions with these short stories, so I'm going to bring those back starting with this story at the end.
🌸Enjoy!
🌸Origami Invites🌸
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One month. In one month, I'd be turning sixteen. Birthdays were never something I ever really cared about, but this one would be different. I'd just have to wait an entire month for everything to come together, and honestly, it was torturous.
At least today was the day I could start with the simple prep work.
I carried my bag over my shoulder as I walked into the lunchroom, gaining a lot of stares. I didn't care. It wasn't like I had my school books or any kind of homework with me. That would be unlike me. No, inside were invitations to my sweet sixteen party. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.
"Need any help?"
I looked up to see a boy from class 1-A looking down at me. His bat-like wings were tucked against his back as he balanced a tray of food in one hand and offered the other one towards me. When I first made it into U.A., I'd admit, I was a bit disheartened that I didn't make it into the top class. Back when I took the exam, I managed to get the most points in the practical exam in my section, ranking six overall. My written exam was what screwed me over. I'd never admit it out loud, nor did I ever show anyone any signs that I was unhappy, but I resented everyone from class 1-A because of it, maybe even more than my friend, Raiden, who was clearly unhappy that he was in the middle class of the Heroics Department.
