"I AM HERE--!!!"
All Might stares at the familiar girl before him, eyes widen before yelling, "ALMA??!"
Meet Alma Yagi!! All Might's Secret LoveChild!! She's crude, sadistic, flirty, you name it!! Could her rebellious attitude make way into her he...
Toshinori perks from his phone, peering over towards his daughter who she stood making dinner for the two. Her back was facing him, seeing her as she busied herself with the ingredients.
"What's wrong?" Toshinori asked, waiting for Alma's words.
"Does your vessel know? About me and you?" Alma asked, almost making him sputter out blood from her words. He wipes his mouth from the dripping blood, trying to recover from his surprised state.
"A-Are you talking about Y-Young Midoriya??" Toshinori clarifies, now recalling the freckled boy whom he's been helping train in order to wield One For All. It was a slow process but he was sure that the boy would master it in no time, "No...I haven't told him about you. The only ones that know about your existence are a few pro-heroes,"
Alma says nothing, still chopping the ingredients as she was lost in thought, 'Well...I guess it's better this way...'
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"GOOD MORNING WALKER!!"
Alma was greeted rather energetically by a familiar glasses dude she encountered the other day. She smiled at his outburst, unbothered by his loud voice.
"Good Morning Cutie~" She purrs, patting the Iida's shoulder, "Oh and it's okay to call me Alma~ I prefer it that way~"
Iida seemed a bit bothered by her last comment, wanting to deny her words since it was a bit improper to refer to someone by their name, especially if you just meet the person. But it seems like Alma won't be taking 'no' as an answer.
"That goes for everyone~ Please, call me Alma~" She purrs, turning her head towards an almost full class. They said nothing by her words, uncertain when she flashed them her smirk. They wondered why she wanted to be called by her first name rather than her surname.
A certain bomb boy clicks his tongue at this, now irritated when he saw her face. Even the slightest sight of her annoying face pissed him off so much. Alma, on the other hand, was enjoying it very much.
"Oya? Are you still angry about what happened yesterday~?" Alma snickers, now walking towards Bakugo's seat. He turns to glare up at her when she leaned towards his table, "Careful there sweetheart~ Or you'll bust out a vein from all that anger~"
He abruptly stands from his seat, his anger getting the better of him. It didn't matter what she said, every word that slipped out of that tongue of hers just irritated him to the core.
"Do you want to die?" He challenges his face up against hers with a sneer. She could only smirk at how close he's gotten, quite enjoying pushing his buttons.
Everyone paled at the scene unfold before them...unsure how to react. The room was now carrying this tensed energy, suffocating everyone that was in.
"It's not my fault that I'm good~ Don't take it to heart dear," She grins.
That comment was enough to bring him absolute rage, going and grabbing onto her collar, as his menacing red eyes widen in anger.
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