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The sun barely peeked over the horizon as Y/N made their way to UA. The weight of the previous night's decisions pressed heavily on their shoulders, but this meeting with Nezu would determine everything. As they walked, the early morning light cast long shadows across the campus, making the imposing structure of UA seem almost like a fortress. Today, that fortress would need to accommodate more than just a student; it would need to shelter a mercenary.
Y/N arrived at the principal's office, their face a mask of calm despite the turmoil inside. This was more than just a meeting; it was the negotiation that would decide whether they could continue their mission as Deadpool or be forced into a role that would compromise everything.
Nezu's office was surprisingly warm and inviting, filled with trinkets and mementos that spoke of the principal's peculiar nature. Nezu himself was seated behind his desk, sipping a cup of tea, his small frame almost dwarfed by the large chair.
"Ah, Y/N! Right on time," Nezu greeted them with his usual cheerful tone, though there was a sharpness in his eyes that indicated he knew this was no ordinary meeting.
"Good morning, Principal Nezu," Y/N replied, taking the seat offered to them. They noticed a folder on Nezu's desk labeled with their name, no doubt containing information on the dorm arrangements and their unique situation.
"I understand you've been through quite a lot recently," Nezu began, his tone more serious now. "The League of Villains, your involvement in recent events, and the concerns around your safety have prompted us to consider special arrangements. But I gather you have some requests of your own?"
Y/N nodded, leaning forward slightly. "I'll be direct, Principal Nezu. I'm willing to move into the dorms, but there are certain conditions that need to be met for that to happen."
Nezu's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Go on."
"First, I need a private, underground room," Y/N started. "Class 1-A has an odd number of students, which works in my favor. But this room needs to be more than just a place to sleep. It has to have facilities that allow me to continue my work—my real work—as Deadpool."
Nezu sipped his tea thoughtfully. "And by 'facilities,' you mean...?"
"I'll need a secure exit from the school grounds that allows me to leave unnoticed whenever necessary," Y/N continued. "This room should be equipped with a private workshop for equipment maintenance, secure communication systems, and a hidden storage area for my gear. Additionally, I need a small training area that I can use without arousing suspicion."
Nezu set down his teacup and leaned back in his chair, his paws folded in front of him. "You're asking for quite a bit, Y/N. This isn't just a dorm room; it's practically a fortress within our school."
