The door is an old green like the metal fence.
On the door, in cursive writing, is written "𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒" in silver.
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The room Toru would be staying in was small, but nice. It has a bed, and a dresser, which she wouldn't need.
"How do you feel? You haven't mentioned anything about your injury yet." Aizawa asks leaning on the doorway.
Toru moves her hand to her injury, pokes it, and then regrets it immediately.
She winces, "It's okay, I've got a high pain tolerance, I guess."
Aizawa furrows his eyebrows, when Nezu called him he was expecting a crying panicked kid. Not a calm teen with a 'High pain tolerance'. "You're taking this very well, concerning your position I was expecting a different reaction."
Toru stops exploring the grey room and turns to him. "I- I'm- How am I supposed to react?"
It wasn't like this had happened to her before, at least I don't think so. But really, how is someone supposed to react.
Aizawa didn't seem to have an answer either, he just turned and left.
Sitting on the bed was like trying to sit on a cloud, no mater how you laid down you couldn't not fall asleep.
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FanficAfter a bloody night and waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed Toru gets thrown into the house of Shota Aizawa, a school teacher by day and an underground hero by night. But what does she do when she can't remember anything? When a voice appears in...
