Hero of hell

Letters

"Nico! Will!" I called down the hallway. "Our quirk letters are here, along with the fake identity cards!" They came running down the halls soon after I said that, their clothes a mess. I raised a bow, an amused smile on my face. "Did I interrupt something?" Will shook his head quickly, while Nico glared at me. I giggled, handing them their letters.

"Okay, so according to the quirk registry, Nico and I have combined quirks." I read from my paper and Nico's. "Necromancy and darkness control." Nico snorted.

"Is that all we can apparently do with our powers in front of others?"

"Yep. As for you, Will, you have a quirk called 'healing light'. Basically when you glow or sing, you're going to have hum to your father to heal, because that's what you're registered with." I explained.

"Alright then. Did we get the paperwork for our gear?"

"Yeah, we got that too. But since our gear is actually weapons, we have to swear not to use them on students. Especially since they drain their souls." I said, sending a pointed look at Nico.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won't threaten the dumbasses with impalement."

"Evelina."

"I won't either. I have better control over my temper than Nico, and you know it." He shrugged.

"Anyways, anything you guys want for dinner?"

"I've got it. You two go back to... Whatever you were doing. I don't care, just keep it down." I said, getting my shoes on to go to the store. I tied my long black hair up into a ponytail, leaving some bits to frame my face.

"Where are you going?"

"Groceries? Duh!"

"You've got your sword?"

"Obviously. Along with my phone to contact you guys if I need backup." I was still getting used to that aspect of my new life. I'd have to see if Leo could monster proof them. Could he even do that? Probably. "I'll see you guys later. And Will?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't leave too many hickies on my brother." They both went red as I walked out the door.

"Evelina!" They both yelled after me. I laughed, and walked away, closing and locking the door behind me. Time to get things for a good Italian lasagna.

While I was in the store, I noticed a guy with unruly green hair and freckles struggling with an overflowing basket. Oh well, not my problem.

Or at least, it wasn't until they spilled at my feet.

He crouched to get the items from the basket. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I'm not usually this clumsy, I swear!" I sighed. Grabbing some to help him.

"It's whatever." He glanced at me, and I raised a brow. He froze and paled.

"I... I..."

"Dude, chill. Let's just get your items off the ground." He nods hesitantly and lets me help him. We're silent for a minute until he speaks again. He ended up dropping a couple more things from his basket while trying to get his others under control.

"Are you new to the area?" I nod. "What's your name?"

"Evelina Di Angelo." He blinked twice.

"That's... Italian, right?" I nod. "You're from Italy?"

"Oh honey." I say, finishing getting his things. "I'm not only from Italy. I'm from your worst nightmares." He looks like he's going to piss himself, and I laugh at his face. "Kidding. I'm originally from Italy with my twin brother. We're half Italian half Greek. We moved to the States at ten." I explained, and he sighed, seeing I wasn't really from nightmares.

If only he knew.

"I see. I'm midoriya izuku. It's nice to meet you Di Angelo-san. Thanks for the help!" With that, he ended up heading the other way. I shrug and get the last few things I need. What an odd guy.

My gut's telling me I'll see a lot more of him this year. But no matter, cause right now, it's also begging for food.

Back home, I hear faint sounds of what I can only assume to be pleasure, and sigh. I put on some headphones I got not too long ago and started up some old Italian music that Mama used to sing to the three of us while I start to cook.

I swear, if Will makes it to Nico can't walk before the exam next week, I'll send him to our dad myself.