Another Chance to be a Hero || BNHA X NARUTO

It's Not Fair

I-I'm not like that...

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Worst. Day. Ever.

Honestly, why was the whole grade crowding around the class?

When Hanako first saw them while getting out of her seat, she sunk back right into it and buried her face into her bag.

"We can't get out! What did you come here for anyway?" Mineta was whining.

" Checking out the enemy, small fry."

Bakugo had entered the scene.

He seemed to avoid Hanako throughout the day after their scuffle earlier, and Hanako welcomed it immensely. She shouldn't have admitted her past-her past past-so impulsively.

"We're the ones that made it out of the villains' attack. They probably want to check us out before the Sports festival." Bakugo continued.

Midoriya sweatdropped. " That's Kacchan in neutral..."

"There's no point doing stuff like this, out of my way extras," Bakugo forged ahead.

While this was going down, Hanako came to three options:

1. Wait for all the people to leave so that she could too.

2. Or go with Bakugo who was likely to make a scene to make a way out.

The third option included throwing of chairs, a broken window, lots of screaming, and a fall from the broken window that would be a couple feet.

Hard choice. But Hanako decided to use the second option since it was faster. She had work today, gotta pay for the bills somehow, right?

She stood up, and walked up behind Bakugo.

" I came to see what the famous Class 1-A was like, but you all seem pretty arrogant." A new voice came from the crowd.

The speaker had purple, messy hair, and eyebags that matched Hanako's.

Her eyes squinted at him in faint recognition, swearing that she had seen him before.

" Are all the students in the hero course like this?" The boy continued, staring Bakugo down.

As her classmates vigorously shook their heads in denial, Hanako tried to recall her meeting with the purple haired boy.

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" Your quirk is brainwashing? That's so cool!

" Seriously! I've never met someone with that quirk before!"

" I'm so jealous."

" Don't use it on us, okay?"

The boy in question scratched his neck nervously.

The words were friendly, but the feeling of the atmosphere was obvious.

Whispers started. Looks turned to stares.

Thoughts seemed to echo in the classroom.

Everyone had the same thought.

Brainwashing was a quirk perfect for a villain.

But the boy wasn't like that.

And the girl understood.

As the brunnette walked passed the gossiping students, the people infront of the boy, and the boy himself, she scoffed and said,

" What a load of idiots."