I exhaled in frustration, tapping my foot on the pavement. I brought out my cellphone, my wings freezing. I brought the cellular device to my ear, hearing the rings before he finally answered.
"Zuku fuckin' Midoriya, where in the name of All Might are you?!" I exclaimed, shivering.
"A-Ah- Sorry, I had to do something..." He whispered into the mic.
"You could've texted me in advance! I'm freezing. It's cold in the mornings, Jesus!" I yelled back, ending the call.
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I stood there, mouth dropping to the floor as I leaned into the door frame.
"Speak of the Devil, there she is!" Exclaimed Nezu, motioning for me to enter and take a seat.
Closing the door, I made my way towards a seat at the end of a long table. There sat Present Mic, Eraser Head, Vlad King, Nezu, and Midnight.
"Might I ask why there are so many people in one room for a document signing session?" I jokingly asked.
"We're here to discuss what class you'll be with when the school year starts." Aizawa tiredly stated.
I raised a brow. "Why can it only be one class? That doesn't seem fair to the other classes." I stated, resting my head in the palm of my hands, wings outstretched.
"It's to make sure the other classes don't lose focus! Trust me, Little Listener, the one class you choose will surely get used to you being around!" Present Mic yelled out.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Makes sense," I replied.
"So, what's your choice?" Nezu asked, smiling.
"Whatever class tired caterpillar is taking," I stated, jabbing my thumb towards the said man.
"And why is that?" Vlad questioned, irked.
"He can erase quirks, which would probably help quiet his class down when they make a ruckus," I stated.
"Fair enough. Let's start our document signing session then." Nezu jokingly said.
"Right..." I mumbled.
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Song-Bird (MHA X OC)
FanfictionI died at the age of 13. I now reside in a peaceful neighborhood with little to no villain attacks. Reincarnated into MHA, I now go by the name of Jewels. My neighbor, the Midoriya's, always come to visit once in a while. Being a new-born, 3 year ol...
