Chapter 2: just let me die!

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Izuku POV

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Mic: !VladNoKing

Aizawa: !VladNoKing

Midnight: !VladNoKing

Nezu: !VladNoKing

PowerLoader: !VladNoKing

Mic: Cmon Vlad! We are doing attendance!

Mic: !VladNoKing

Mic: !VladNoKing

Mic: !VladNoKing

Mic: !VladNoKing

Mic: !VladNoKing

VladNoKing: Will ya'll stop spamming? 

Mic: HE IS FINALLY HERE

Nezu: But he indeed doesnt sound like Vlad

VladNoKing: cause I don't teach class B and I ain't him, Dumb ass

Mic: HEY

Midnight: now now, no need to be rude boys and girls and non-binary friends and whoever you are!

Nezu: indeed, let's keep the language appropriate here, that would be highly appreciated

VladNoKing: yeah yeah, anyways. Y'all got the wrong number and ruined the mood.

Aizawa: the mood for what?

Mic: and who are you?

VladNoKing: classified information 

Aizawa changed 'VladNoKing' to 'RudeLilShit'

Midnight: AIZAWA!

RudeLilShit: and I am the one who needs to stop cursing? 

Mic: I know how it feels dude, I ain't allowed to yell.

RudeLilShit: Sucks to be you

Mic: WELL SUCKS TO BE Y

Mic left the chat

PowerLoader: What happened? 

Aizawa: Mic got hit by a pair of red shoes in the head and now he has a bloody footprint. 

Midnight: BLOODY?!

Mic returned to the chat

Mic: NOT MY BLOOD EWW

RudeLilShit: did you say red shoes?

Aizawa: take a re-read

Mic: YEAH THEY FELL I THINK FRON THE ROOF OF THUS 50 STORY BUILDING!

RudeLilShit: Shit-

RudeLilShit left the chat

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No no no no no, I knew I should have minded my business. NO NO NO NO NO...

I threw my phone lightly on the floor, then double checking if it was off. 

If we had the really Nezu there, that means he could track me down. And I am so obvious. 

I then ran to the edge of the roof and quickly jumped .

There is no going back. 

No going back

No going back

Nah ah!

No-

"Bleh" 

My body made the sound of its own, as I felt a tough thing wrapped around my stomach. As I looked down, it was grey and made of a material that no blade, which I didn't even have with me, could cut it in any way. As I slowly rose to the top, I was looking down to the ground, rethinking my life chooses, knowing it was my fault for ending up alive. 

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