Three Weeks Later
"So what was the dog doing?" Luther asked, looking up from the piece of paper he was taking notes on.
"No, that's the funny part," Vanya told him in English, translating what Sero had said to her in Japanese, "We don't know because the video cuts off and it doesn't act like a typical dog."
Six "oooooohhhh"s and the sound of pencils scratching on paper came from Vanya's phone as her siblings wrote down the revelation. Sero adjusted the Bluetooth earbud he was splitting with Vanya and shot her an incredulous look from the corner of his eye. She gave him an "I know" look and just adjusted her phone propped up against the wall to keep from laughing.
After the boy caught her up on internet culture, Vanya and Sero decided to go to a studying cafe to impart their wisdom to the Academy siblings. They had a small room to themselves to talk as they pleased and a large whiteboard behind them for when their explanations needed a visual aid. And although Sero's English wasn't the best, Vanya translated whatever he could not get across, though his wild gesticulations seemed to convey the information just as well.
Klaus yawned, "Guys, I appreciate you explaining publicly known inside jokes to us or whatever but this is a lot of information to go through so early in the morning." Five and Ben nodded, each sharing matching yawns.
Sero tilted his head and looked at Vanya, waiting for her to translate. When she did, he looked even more confused, "It's two in the afternoon?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, they are all in different time zones. For Klaus, it's six, it's five for Five, and it's seven for Ben. All early mornings."
"Wait, what?" Sero asked, "I thought they were just in different rooms, you guys don't live together?"
Allison laughed, "It's kind of hard to live together when most of us are on different continents, each of us is trying to get into the best hero programs in the world so we all went to different schools."
The boy next to Vanya looked even more puzzled, speaking to the girl in Japanese "That's really cool but why did everyone choose schools so far away from each other? Why not just buddy up, or stay local? There are tons of really good hero schools in America."
Vanya swallowed guiltily as all her siblings turned to face her with accusatory looks on their faces. Clearly, they knew something was up.
The girl cleared her throat, "This is going to take me a while to translate, do you mind getting us another drink while I do it? My treat." she said, sliding him a few bills.
Sero, none the wiser, scooped the money up, "Sweet! You got it, iced latte again?"
Vanya nodded and the tall boy handed her back her earbud, exiting the room and heading to the drink counter around the corner.
The girl sighed, placing a hand on her head. The silence from her phone made her look up, Diego was leaning back in his chair looking disappointed at her, as were the rest of her siblings. "You didn't tell him?" the trajectory quirk user asked.
"No, I didn't."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because I didn't know how! He's the first friend I made here and I didn't want to scare him away by telling him I've basically trained from birth to hurt people."
"That's not all we learned," Ben interjected.
"Well, it was a big part of it." Vanya pushed back, then sighed, "We learned everything there is to know about how to take down villains but never about how to break it to people that we're Academy members. I don't want people to know me as Number Seven, I want to be Vanya."
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I Am Not Number Seven (TUA/MHA Crossover)
FanfictionFor the entirety of Vanya's life, she has known what the plan for her existence was: train, graduate from the Umbrella Academy, get into a top hero school, and become a pro-hero worthy of the Umbrella Academy legacy. Now that she has graduated, Vany...