❛Our homeroom class will be on hero informatics today.❜
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[NAME] TAHASHI DIDN'T EXPECT the uproar of students, who all seemingly sat anxiously in their chair. Chattering their teeth together and sweating profusely, they awaited his next line.
"We'll be choosing hero names today." The male said, his deep and raspy voice projected toward the cheering classmates. "This, in terms, has a lot to do with the Pro-Hero draft picks. Because you are only First-years, any offers can be taken back before you all graduate." Aizawa continued, that was, before he stepped back to reveal the amount of picks each member of the class had gotten.
Before, the class was cheering in excitement at the mention of hero names. Now, they sat silently and scanned the board for their names.
One of the few individuals in the class who didn't have to scan their eyes among the projector for long was [Name] Tahashi.
That is, because it was the first name up there.
4,250 offers.
The largest amount anybody got in the class.
"Shit." Death said in astonishment.
"Wow?! 4,250!!"
"HOW DID SHE GET MORE THAN ME?! I WON IT?"
"We were kind of close... I got 4,123."
"What!? 4,250 offers-that's insane! Now I feel useless!!" Denki cries aloud. A few occasional mumbles were heard, and yelps of surprise were there.
"Midoriya hadn't gotten any offers, may it be because he was so reckless in his fight against Todoroki?" Mumbles Mineta, staring at the sulking male. ([Name] wasn't paying attention to the fight...)
As those around took in their amount of offers and discussed, Aizawa Shouta began again to shut down anyone's concerns.
"You all will spend a week at a hero agency. Those who didn't get offers are included as well." Aizawa shouta confirmed. Her attention was fixated back on him at this and not the chaotic classmates.
"It's important that you choose a hero name describing you well since it will be your alias for the rest of your life. A teacher has come to help you with that, so please show some respect." He tiredly spoke, making way for the teacher who would walk in. [Name] heard the sound of clicking high heels, internally deadpanning.
"The one that carries the whip?" Death questions.
"Yeah. The one that carries the whip." She replied, in her mind so that others wouldn't be prying.
The class was all granted a whiteboard, allowing them to scratch any thought that didn't seem perfect to them.
[Name] continued staring down at the whiteboard, unknowing what her next move was to be. There was no light bulb that remained enlightened amongst her brain. She was left clueless on any ideas.
Death didn't help either. Constantly attempting, though they were all failed. She couldn't find one that screamed her.
"And the ungodly, unsaintly sight [Name] Tahashi witnessed was one to leave an instability. So while her classmates cheered and giggled, cast by excitement, [Name] stared out the window in displeasure. Remembrance, flickers of the disgusting member of her family, her dead father.
Who just so happened to be alive.
Breathing, with a heart pulp. Living, striving, alive.
When she witnessed such, she stood still, fists clenched and pupils dilated.
Alive.
Breathing.
Organs cast his support and keeping him alive. Keeping him breathing.
Then and there, when she saw it, rage captivated her soul.
The organs will rip and tear out.
Just like Mama's.
The breathing will and must stop.
His living will and must end.
And she will be the one to end it.
When she saw it, it was like a spear through the heart. That spear happened to be the seek of revenge, which happened to be the swear and plea to bring that male to his knees.
To his end.
He will get his karma."
He will get his karma.
He will get his karma.
He will get his karma.
Get his karma.
His karma.
Karma.
[Name] stood at the podium, holding a whiteboard in her hands with one word written boldly: karma.
She stands tall, gripping the whiteboard tightly. As she speaks, her voice is flat and emotionless, yet her words drip with venom. The information on the whiteboard is delivered with precision, the word sharp and biting.
Her tone is unforgiving, leaving no room for questions or doubt.
Her demeanor was calm and collected, but her tone was filled with such venom as she spoke the single word to the class.
As she spoke, it was clear that she had a personal vendetta against the concept. The class sat in silence, transfixed by the lowly dimmed intensity radiating from the teenager.
It was clear that karma was much more than just a word to her.
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