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Previously:
The teachers were now curious, "What did she ask for?" asked All Might. Before Tsukauchi could answer, Nezu said it instead, "She wants to be protected by a teacher from U.A.." That caught the teacher's attention. "Which teacher did she ask for then?" Midnight asked more curious than before, "And why a U.A. teacher?"
"She wants a U.A. teacher to protect her because she can't trust any other heroes." Nezu explained. "She asked for the homeroom teacher of Class 1-A to protect her."
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As Homeroom was about to start for U.A. High, two figures walked down the hallways to get to Class 1-A's classroom. A slender and tall, pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair that partially hangs in front of his face and barely seen half-opened black eyes. He had bandages all over his body. All you could see was his eyes were tired and flat, which explains why he looked worn-out and fatigued. He looked down at the figure next to him, a young girl with dirty-blonde hair that reached down to her shoulders, her straight bangs parted to the left, tucked behind her ear, and left to fall over her eye on the right. He could see her round, grey eyes that slope slightly downwards towards the sides of her face, framed by rather long eyelashes. They were staring straight ahead of her, but were occasionally looking around her surroundings.
The tall, bandaged man looked at her U.A. uniform. It was the normal uniform for female students, consisting of a gray dress jacket with two blue-green stripes: a thin one below a thicker one, two pockets and gold buttons, a white dress shirt, a red tie with a small, golden button on it and a dark blue-green pleated skirt. Except she asked if she could wear black tights and brown slip-on shoes instead of the usual knee-high socks worn by the other female students. Apparently, the principal suggested that the girl wore the uniform to not look suspicious to the people outside of the campus, especially the news reporters. They didn't want anything about her getting out to the public, because they didn't want any information about her whereabouts, which the villains could use to find her. She was also holding onto two blank notebooks and a pencil, with how tightly she was holding them, anyone could tell that she was very nervous. The man looked away from the girl and back to looking for their destination.
"Remember," the man spoked up, breaking the silence. "When I'm done with my first announcement, you can come in and introduce yourself. And if they ask you questions, you don't need to answer all of them if you don't want to answer, got it?"
The girl looked over to the tired man and gave him a nod. "Yes, Mr. Aizawa, I got it."
They had arrived at the humongous door of class 1-A. The girl looked at the door in amazement and shock. "This door is actually this big?! I know the manga and anime stated that it was big, but seeing it in person!" Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a strict, serious boy's voice from the other side of the door.
"Everyone!! Morning Homeroom about to begin. To your seats!!"
"We're all sitting." said another boy.
"Yeah, you're the only one standing." another boy stated.
After hearing that, the girl covered her mouth to stop herself from the students hearing her laugh from outside of the classroom. She could hear the students talking about who is going to be the substitute teacher, not expecting their actual homeroom teacher to be out of the hospital already. As if on cue, Aizawa reached out his hand to the door handle and opened the door, the girl moved to the side, so none of the students could see her.
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My Life In My Hero Academia
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