anti-hero • todobakukiri

008 | aizawa's mini copy is fated to present mic's mini copy

trouble never looked so god damn fine

FINALLY, THE MORNING CLASSES ENDED, and Class 1-A was standing in one of the areas where they could train their quirks for the upcoming Sports Festival. Ivette stood beside her new homeroom teacher, dressed in the sports uniform. The blue looked horrible on her, and she had half a mind to dye it black.

"̴̱̎̅̌̅̌̃̌͌̒̋̚͝͝Ȉ̸̛̥́̿̀̽t̶̪̠͔͓̬̟͕̙̂̔͜ ̶̨̺͙͈̫͔́͒̓̏́͋͘w̵̩͖̬͕͕̫̭̝̻̘̝̾́̈́͗͘͜ͅo̸̧̭̣͍͛̈́̍̏̌̒ñ̵̪̫͚̥̏̐̎̐̅͒̊̕'̵͔̓͛ͅt̷̛͙̫͚̽́̇̇͊́̂͋̒̋͠ ̴̠̝̭̩̞͎̗̦̮̭͙́̄̋̌̃̓͜c̶̨̜͖͕̀̄̈́̄̆͐̈́̽͂͐ơ̸͖̝͓̼̦̱͐̔̈́̅͋̐̓̀̀s̵͙̗͉̖̮̩̯̜͎͉͙̓͌͐̌t̸͚̗̬̱͉̜̗̙̯̠̹̤͍͋̓̔͑ ̶̢͈̫̥̘̟̜̋͐̂̀̀͊̋̌̚͝͠ͅm̷͍̯̎̍u̵̡̻͎̳̍̓̀̽͠c̴̦͇̠͍̈́͒̔͠h̷̢̥͂̈́͒̾̂͒͊̚—̷̡̢̡̢̘̦̻̖͓̥̐̏̐̀̿͌͛̍̊͑̅̽͝ ̷̺͕͍͈̜̞̱̩̥̈̍̌t̶̝̫̰̩͚͙͇̫͇̬̬͝h̵̛̩̼̘̫̼̻̮̘̙̱̤̾͜͠ẽ̶̡̹͈̟͈̦͓̖̦̘̗̾̂ ̷̲͚͓̩͈͒̈̍̎̒̿̒͑̔͠d̵̘̯͓̩̯͗̃y̶̢̢̢̺̳̜͙̣͂̀̑e̷̻̭̯̗͑̊̂̀́̌͊̅͒.̸̛͙͈̾̌̍̐̓ ̴̱̅̓̽̐͑̅͒̅̋͘͝͠͝W̷̨̢̛̟͉̰̹̮͈̝͇̙̦̊͊͐͗̅̂̔̉͂̚͠ͅe̵̢̟͒̀͌͋̿ ̷̠̥͍̿̽̅ͅh̸͚̥͒́̒̅̎̅a̴̰̟̜̻͇̻̙̣̝̥͇̮͒̀͌͊̎̏v̸̛̻̘̣̦͛̈͗̍͛̈́̅̓͝ͅẽ̶͓̥́̽ ̸͚͈̤̮̠̒͜e̶͉͖̗̯̭̫̩̹͈̾͒͛̓̏̍̀͜ͅn̶̩͇̋̀̊͐̾́́͘ơ̶̗̆̀̅͒͗̓̆ų̶̻͈̞͊͑͛̐̒͜g̶͔̈̏ẖ̶̗̗̲͓͎̅̾̓͆̇̔͂̓ ̴̧̮̝̼̜̩̺͔̒͠p̴̧̭̜̼̗̈́̈́̀̍̃̋̈́̈͐̍̚ő̸̼̠̫̲̆̉͂͑̃͘͘̚c̵̝̟̺̼̪̪̜̖̹̻͂͒̎̀̅̅̚͠k̷̨̰͎̻̹͔̪̫͙̟͙͙̗̊̀̅͘e̶̛͎͉̓̓̊̆̐̾̂͆̎̓͆͘t̵̢̗̩̥̗͈̱̃̆̇͘ ̵̳̣̻͙̹͉̹̹̇̆́̏̏̿͐̋̕͜͠͝m̴̖̤̳̃͒ǫ̵̬̳̱̯̖̻̙͇̱͙̈́͠n̵̤̰̮͓͖̱̺͚̘͖̠̥͊̑̂̓̽̒̂̏̌͑̅́̚è̸̮y̸͖̰͑͂̓̀͑̔̽̎͂͠.̷̛͚̙͍̦̺̀̌͒̕͝"̶̸̳̝͍̖͙͉̤̣̦̞̟̻̘̈̿͌̅̊̌̓̀̄̓̽͗͘

We can think about it later, Ivette responded. Let's just deal with this.

"It's stupid," she started, running a hand through her hair. "We're on display for the whole world. Literally, everybody is watching us. They'll know of all our powers and weaknesses by the end, and what's to say they won't use it against us?"

"That's the whole point." Aizawa fixed his arm's positioning, irritated with the bandages all over his body yet unable to do anything else. He'd go through the whole experience again if it meant saving the students he had grown fond of. "Information will always be leaked to the public, and villains will always know everything about heroes. We're getting you started from young. You're going to have to adapt and improvise, polish your quirks to the best of your ability."

Ivette raised a brow.

"̷̢̟̱̦̟̙̰̟̜̲̩̀̓̾̀͂̇̾͆̔̐͘͘͜͝G̸̢̬͈͙̯̳͔̱̫͔̏̈́́͛̅͂̐̓̇̀̀̽̚ŭ̴͍̯͍̘͍̲̟̤̣̦̯͓̉̏̌͐͛̑ë̴̼̜́̋͛̉̾̈́̉̑͋̚s̷̗̞̙̙͌̊͌̀̐̈̽͘͝s̸͈̳͉͋͑̄͒̿͂̉́̈́̉̿͠ͅ ̶͈̦̄̂̌̈́̄͐̓̅̕͝ṯ̷̢͇̦͔͉̳̈́́̾̈́́ḧ̵̡͎͍̦́̃́̀̔͛̋͛͘͠ḯ̸̡̻̘̳̈́̒ş̷̨̢̛̫̩̬̝̥̯̹̗͒̿͛̽̀̕͘̚ ̸̢̡̢̦̟̱͈͔̟̗̝̘̍̆̎̅͊͝ŝ̸͓̞͎̠͚͓̓͑ć̵̢̱͔͓͎͎̮̠͍͜h̵̛̖̦̗̽̊͋͛́͌͂͘͘͠ȏ̵̲̹̳̺̫̣̲̇̓̒̍̾͛̆͋͑͠o̵͉̳͚͍̦̮̜͚̠̬̜͛̆̃̒͘l̴͖̲͚̬͚̠̘̼̚͘ͅ ̸̨̤̮̺͈̖̘̺̣͖̀ͅi̵͔̼̣͈͍͒͌̉͐̃̚̕s̷̪̥̦͊̆̅͋̌̌n̵̻̥̖̺̝̘̤̠͎̤͉̓̂̅͜'̸̖̥̮͛̋́̓̑̄͘͜t̶̡̹͕͔̬̹̰̊̒̄̾͌̈́̒ ̴̡̤̲̣͔̜̈́͘t̵̜̦̦̰̞̯̊͂ͅͅh̶͈͍̮͍͕̩̣̻̰̜̫͆͜å̴̹͕̝͔͛̓͐̎̉́̏͝ţ̸̻͇̓ ̸̡̲͚̻̞̣̣͇͔̹̙̞̇̓̎̉͝͝d̷̡͙͎̎͠u̴̠̍͐̉̎̔͊͒̾̍ͅm̷͕̺̯͈̯̹̓͐́̓͑̀̌̓͒̕͝b̶͙̠̓̍͌͗͗̋͒̊͜.̸̡̱̜̭͓̗̬̥̈́͂̋̌̊͋"̸͙̯̼́͒̎̈̿́̔