Typical Izuku/America story. I thought I'd give it a try.
Basically Class 1-A starts shitting on Izuku not knowing he's a baddie with a fatty and the hoes could never. So he hears them talking. Later he makes a unexpected decision and moves to Amer...
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'Thinking'
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Fact of the Day: I'm listening to The Contortionist while editing this.
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Walking into the mall is nostalgic. I have to take a moment and take everything in. It still looks the same years later. Already knowing the look I'm going for I head to different stores. After buying a couple things to redecorate my room I store them in my shadow, which also connects me to my domain. AKA hell. It's like a whole other plain, but we'll talk about that later.
With my hands free I continue my shopping spree. I spot a store that wasn't there when I still lived in America. So of course, I have to go in. The store looks edgy with a mix of vintage. I feel comfortable being here.
This is definitely my new go to store. They have all the styles I love here. I'm certain I'm going to spend a pretty penny in here, but I don't mind. After getting everything, I wanted I walk up to the counter to buy it all. It's a lot good thing I can store stuff in my shadow, or I'd be struggling to get it all back to the car.
The cashier starts scanning and I shoot her a sheepish look. "Sorry, I just moved back and need to refill my closet."
She chuckles softly and smiles. "I don't mind, it good for business and I can look at the cute outfits you got." I grin back at her. "Thanks, I try."
"You should definitely help me up my style." I consider her offer. Not really much to lose by helping her and I could make a friend.
"Sure, let me get your number." I pull out my phone and wait for her to tell me.
