Perched upon the floor, a regal array of feathers adorned your head as you delicately brushed against the room's ceiling, adopting an uncomfortable posture. Nezu had kindly offered you a seat outdoors, but you discerned his true intention—to ensure your presence within the confines of the school where he could diligently oversee your well-being.
Unperturbed by his trepidations, you dismissed his concerns with an air of indifference. "So, I want you to answer this: why are you here, and who are you?" he inquired, his diminutive arms crossed as he stood atop a stool, appearing minuscule in comparison to the figures behind him.
A derisive snort escaped your beak as you lowered yourself to the ground, positioning yourself at eye level with Nezu. "I'm here for Midoriya. That's all. As for who I am: Aizawa has already posed that question, and it has been addressed," you declared. Nezu scrutinized you momentarily before nodding approvingly. "She is telling the truth," he announced to the others, resulting in a palpable relaxation in their demeanor towards you.
A surge of incredulity coursed through your veins, causing your feathers to quiver. "We had collectively agreed before your entrance: you will remain under the supervision of U.A. until we ascertain your safety within the city," Nezu stipulated, prompting you to bite your lip in an effort to restrain your red eyes from rolling. "Very well," you acquiesced, tapping your claws rhythmically on the floor while subtly swishing your tail.
Nezu hummed, granting you access to a spacious hallway where you could comfortably stand. Izuku awaited outside, yet you blew a dismissive breath in his direction, resolute in your decision not to engage in conversation.
Desiring solitude, you endeavored to withdraw to a secluded area, only to be obstructed by mechanical voices commanding, "Stay inside. You are not allowed to go out yet." Rolling your eyes, you pivoted and flicked your tail, effortlessly dispatching one of the robots into a wall, leaving it incapacitated.
Upon discovering a room labeled "To Y/N L/N," you nudged the door open with your snout, revealing an assortment of belongings that mirrored the enclosures you had been confined to on Isla Nublar. Astonished, you pondered how they had acquired such precise knowledge—perhaps through perusal of clandestine folders, you surmised bitterly. Mortals, incapable of trusting a simple creature, you mused.
Inwardly, your conscience wrestled with a looming existential question posed by a disembodied voice. You're not precisely a simple creature, Y/N, it asserted. An exasperated huff escaped you as you retorted, I am better than them, aren't I? The response lingered before the voice countered, Are you? You have killed people, and so have they. The brutal circle doesn't end now. Don't give them a reason to tase you or send you to jail.
With a resigned sigh, you curled up upon a mossy nest, succumbing to the embrace of a deep slumber after an arduous day, leaving your fate poised on the precipice of uncertainty—a tantalizing cliffhanger.
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