𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 | (𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Chapter 9: U.A.

Your bedroom, 5:30 PM.

You just got your acceptance letter from U.A., and you don't know how you managed to pull it off, but you got in. You actually got in U.A.! The most prestigious and high maintenance school of Japan!

"Mom! I got.." You slam your bedroom door open, pausing, "where's dad? He said he'd be here for the letter.." Your mom sighs, "I know he did poppyseed, but his boss just called him in last minute for a client."

Your mood instantly drops by an inch or two. You didn't mind that your dad usually had to work often, you understood that it was important, but you just wanted him to be here for an event that could change your life.

"Oh. Okay." You reply, the excitement in your voice completely gone. "I uh, got in though." You smile, giving your mom a hug. She gladly returns it and pats your back. "I'm sorry, honey. But I'm super proud of you, and I'm sure your father is too."

You hum in response and let go of your mother, showing her the letter you got as you both walked into your room. As your mom watched the footage given to you in the letter, you decided to pull out your phone and tell Shota.

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You: I got in U.A., you?

Shota: Same here.

You: But I didn't see you at the entrance exam

Shota: I took a different one, my grandparent recommended me.

You: Wait what

Shota: My grandmother is a retired pro, but she can still recommend me.

You: Why am I just knowing about this now, Shota?????

Shota: You never asked.

You: Fair

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"Shota's grandma is a retired pro? That's insane!" You turn your phone off as you wonder who his grandmother could be. Heck, you couldn't even think of a pro that had a quirk like Shota's. Which.. makes sense since his grandmother is retired.

Even so, you were so excited and intrigued to attend U.A. of all places! You had no idea what their classes were going to be like, or where you would end up.

"Sho has definitely got explaining to do though." You huff with a chuckle, flopping down on your bed.

The morning of the first day at U.A., 6:30 AM.

You had woken up earlier than normal today, because you didn't want to risk being late for U.A.!

"Oh shoot, I forgot to do my hairrr..." You groan, hastily grabbing something to make the top of your head look presentable. While doing that, you swung your backpack around your shoulders.

"Honey, breakfast is ready!"

You practically fly into your kitchen, almost falling off of your chair as you start to eat your breakfast, not even taking time to see what it was.

"Woah, slow down, poppyseed. You might choke." Your mother pats the top of your head as she goes to sit down on your living room couch. You nod trying to slow down, but your anxiousness mixed with excitement was not allowing you to stop.

After finishing breakfast you get up and straighten yourself out for the millionth time this morning. You just wanted to make sure you were presentable, this was U.A. after all!