Rolling in her bed, the warmth of her blankets surrounding her in the comfort of her mattress laid Crimson Yamada. Who was slamming down on her desk trying to stop the beeping of her alarm clock.
"CRIMSON!" Aizawa yelled from downstairs
She groaned, getting out of bed. She gave herself a stretch along with a high-pitched yell.
"CRIMSON!" He yelled again.
"I'm up, I'm up!" She yelled back, slipping into her slippers.
She then opened her door, walking down the hallway and down the steps.
It had been two years since Aizawa took her in and a lot has changed, they moved to a bigger house a year ago more in the city and closer to UA. She had learned how to control her quirk better and better each day, and more comfortable around Aizawa mostly.
"Breakfast, come eat it." Aizawa said as he was at the breakfast bar, sipping a coffee.
She sat down across from him on the breakfast bar stool.
Aizawa looked at her, studying her expression as she scarfed down her food. He gave a small laugh at this.
"Alright the bagel isn't going anywhere." Crimson looked up, smiling.
"What? It's good! A girl can't enjoy her food?" She said, shoving the rest into her mouth, slightly muffling her words.
Aizawa rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee "Alright, Alright you win."
He earned a laugh from Crimson.
"Also, I want to talk to you." Aizawa said, causing crimson to perk up
"Yeah?" She raised her eyebrow
"The entrance exams, today." Aizawa sighed "You're sure you're ready for them, there's no shame in waiting another year, Nezu said that he would be happy to let you take the test when your 17 to really make sure that your ready."
"I'll be okay." She said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Uh-uh, don't lie to me, what's going on in your head." Aizawa pointed at her
"I don't know what if I see someone I know, who recognizes me who has seen me before...Y'know." She looked at him.
Aizawa nodded. "Listen, you looked completely different back then plus you had brown hair not these super cool white locks." He chuckled, ruffling her hair.
She swatted his hand away. "Dad!" She groaned.
"Alright go get ready, and pack training clothes for the exam! You can't fight in jeans!" he yelled.
She got up as he was speaking. "I Got it, I got it!"
Crimson walked into her room, now walking over to her mirror.
(Visual of her room)
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