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~ PART THIRTY ~

~ CHAPTER THIRTY ~

Good day children.

Wow, look at that, we're on chapter thirty, guys.

It's astonishing that I've kept a book going for this long.

Anyways, I asked last chapter, and you guys think it's a cool idea to have Izuku befriend some OC's (original characters) and being that I had it set up where I could do so at the end of the last chapter, that is what is happening today.

It is eleven fifty one at night and I'm just starting this chapter, I'll add what time it is when I finish it if I remember.

Oh, also, it is June 3rd, 2021 for anyone reading WAY in the future.

I am now saying hello to my future readers!

Now for shoutouts for my newest followers!

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Drumroll please....

@Night-Ray

And

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Also, I somehow have 52 followers now, which I think is insane, so thanks kids.

Onto the chapter!

☁︎︎PREVIOUSLY☁︎︎

I sighed as I tied each of their hands together with zip ties.

I looked up at the two others and told them to call the police. They just kept looking at me in stunned silence.

What was going on?

Did I miss something?

Was someone behind me?

I glanced around to make sure I wasn't about to be attacked again.

I feel like I'm forgetting something....

Am I forgetting something?

The corners of my vision darkened and I realized, oh. I've been shot.

And I said just that.

"Oh, right. I've been shot."

I then promptly passed out.

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??? POV (bet you didn't see that coming)

I looked over at my friend, we both stood there in stunned silence.

We had been out, just the two of us, hanging around a small cafe. It was different, in the fact that they sold alcohol there, but it was also in the more shady parts of town.

This girl had been picking my friend and I, and when I spoke up, insulting her while doing so, the guys she was with brought us outside to fight.

My friend and I had been taking martial arts classes since we were just kids, starting out when we were around six or seven, and remaining in the dojo, even as we were both sixteen this year.

Due to our experience, we were easily overpowering the other guys, but only fought to defend.

Then, out of nowhere, this guy falls from the fricking SKY, and tries to sort things out, only to get shot, and still take the other guys out with him.

He told us to call the police, so I guess that's what we should do.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to dial the number, only to be stopped by my friend.