Reaper- OC in MHA

Chapter 3: UA

Thalia

I stepped out of the airport, breathing a deep lungful of air. I was immediately greeted by a... hamster-rat looking thing. He waddled... walked forwards, hand outreached. I leaned down to shake it. 

"I'm-" 

I cut him off. "Nezu, principal of UA. I know." 

He smiled at me, continuing on. "This is-" 

I interrupted again. "Shouta Aizawa. Underground hero, hero name: Eraserhead." 

At this, Nezu's eyebrows flicked up. Well, his face stretched. He didn't really have eyebrows. "I hadn't pegged you as a fangirl" 

I laughed. "No. I just happen to have done some research on the country I'm going to be staying in for the next three years." 

Nezu looked between Aizawa (Japan was weird. Why did they go by last names?) and me before eventually shrugging. "Let's go."

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"Here we are," said Nezu, stepping out of the car. I hopped out of the car, stretching. I sighed audibly. I miss my bike. UA was big for a school, but that was to be expected for the number one hero school in the world. 

"Where will I be staying?" I asked, unloading my bags from the car. I had a lot, but come on. I wasn't going to leave anything behind if I was going to be staying here for three years. The bags full of weapons had been a pain to get through security, but I made it work. 

"You'll be staying at the 1-A dorms," said Nezu. 

"You have dorms?" I asked. 

They must have been built recently. I had done my research, and there were no mentions of dorms or even students staying overnight. \

Nezu confirmed this. "We had them built after an attack on our students at the USJ. Actually, they're currently taking the week off, so you should be able to meet them." 

USJ incident, huh? I had heard about that. It had happened a few days ago, which meant that these dorms had been built in about 3 days. Impressive. Well, they did have Cementoss as a teacher.

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I pulled my bags behind me towards the dorms. Once I had reached the row of buildings, I looked up to see that the one nearest me read 1-A in big letters. Well, that was easy. 

I threw the bags of clothes onto the porch, then carried the bags of weapons and support gear up. By now, students were probably coming to investigate the noise... bingo. The door opened, revealing a bunch of confused-looking students. They all started speaking over one another.

"Who are you?" 

"Why are you here?" 

"What is all of this stuff?" 

I held up a hand to silence them. "Wait. They didn't tell you?" I asked. 

"I sincerely doubt that the teachers at an esteemed school such as UA simply forgot to tell us about something!" I looked over at the speaker. A blue-haired boy with engines sticking out of his legs. He was frantically waving his hands around like a robot. I rolled my eyes.

"I think that they did. I'm Thalia Blackstone, and I'm joining your class." 

"..."

"WHAT?" A bunch of students screamed in unison.