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"Sometimes I don't think I'm ready for it to end."

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THERE was a long silence in the room, they both knew she had made her answer up, yet there didn't seem to be a point in pushing the topic.

"All-Might huh? I didn't take you for a fangirl!" The principal exclaimed, taking a small sip of his tea before continuing to speak. "Well, you'll be happy to learn that he'll be teaching here this year!"

"What."

The old man really did doom her, he had to have known that HE'D be teaching here, yet he forced her to apply anyway.

It's not too late to screw up the interview, ruing her chances on purpose... attend a normal school...

Her grip on the edge of her seat strengthened as she took a deep breath and put on the best straight face she could muster up, giving a small nod and looking back at the principal.

"Does he really have time for that kind of thing..?" She asked with a small head tilt, swallowing the lump in her throat as she did so.

The principal looked a bit amused, a bit too amused, his whole personality is offsetting, terribly so... maybe he should handle her interrogations instead of Tsukauchi.

"He believes it's important that the next generation of heroes has a good education! And who better to help teach than himself!" The mouselike principal nodded, taking the final sip of his tea and pouring some more.

'Of course he'd think that highly of himself..' she thought to herself, her grip on the edge of her seat tightening a bit more.

"How generous.." she mumbled as she began to run her thumbs across the edge of her seat, trying to keep it together until the end of the interview.

She was glad that she'd be going straight home afterwards, her scraped up knees and blaring headache really need taking care of. But of course, that's not possible until every last question is answered.

Every. Last. Unbearable. Question.

And he asked plenty, they were all equally as annoying to make up answers for and truthfully? He didn't believe any of her answers anyway, aside from the first answer she gave in the day.

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