Song Stress

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Nemuri stared at the pool that was on UA grounds, sighing. She crouched near the edge of it, tapping the surface of the water a few times.

"Princess," She called out. "Come on. Your friends.... I am worried about you."

Slowly, Mirei poked her head out the water. Her eyes were red from crying, and she appeared exhausted.

"I couldn't protect him." She sniffled, a sad whine leaving her.

"It wasn't your job." Nemuri told her.

She left her phone and any non waterproof belongings to the side, sinking down into the water. She pulled the girl into her hold, Mirei sobbing as her mother rubbed circles on her back.

"It's okay.... Shh.... You're okay."

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Shouta groaned, slowly waking up. He felt a large weight on his chest, looking down to see Mirei's sleeping form.

"She blames herself for what happened."

Shouta looked up, his eyes landing on Nemuri, Hizashi next to her.

"She shouldn't." Shouta responded.

"Sho, the little listener is exhausted. She told me herself that she wishes she knew more about what her quirk could do." Hizashi said, frowning.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Shouta questioned. "We don't know anyone with her quirk or abilities. The only way to even find someone with powers close to hers, would be to-"

He cut himself off. The three were quiet for a moment.

".... When I first adopted Mirei," Nemuri said, fists clenched. "I told myself that no matter what, I'd give up whatever I had to in order to keep this girl happy.... Even if it means she has to leave me."

She sighed, Hizashi patting her shoulder.

"On the bright side, the little listener did pretty well!" He said, grinning.

Shouta smirked, saying "Yeah. Kid bit off Shigaraki's fingers. She's got guts, I'll give her that."

A small groan made them all look to Mirei, the girl slowly waking up.

"Hey, kid." Shouta greeted.

"Hey, uncle Shouta...." Mirei responded, hugging him.

"Oh yeah.... So, about Kaminari."

Mirei tensed, immediately leaping out of Shouta's hold, a scarlet blush on her face.

"What about him?" Nemuri asked, crossing her arms.

"Loud blondes." Hizashi said simply, a knowing smirk on his face.

*A few days later....*

"No." Mirei said, her voice making Shouta grimace slightly as he entered the classroom.

"I'm fine. My injuries are nothing to worry about." Shouta dismissed. "Now then, before you all get relaxed, know that the fight isn't over yet...."

"Please tell me it's not more villains."

Everyone looked towards the door to the classroom, seeing the one and only Hitoshi Shinso walk in.

"Shinso?!" The class yelled.

"Yep." The boy responded. "The USJ incident was good enough for them to transfer me into the hero course. Technically, it's supposed to be the Sports Festival that earns me my keep, but after everything that happened, I guess UA decided I was just as worthy as all of you."

"Shinso will be your new classmate for the rest of the year. Treat him with the same respect you would give anyone else." Shouta said sternly.

Once Hitoshi took a seat, Shouta continued, explaining how the UA Sports Festival was coming up. Once it was time for lunch, the students were all thoroughly surprised to see students crowding around the exit.

"What the hell's going on?!" Kirishima wondered aloud.

"They're inspecting the competition." Bakugo said. "Good. Now they know what a real pro looks like."

"Is everyone in class 1A this cocky, or is it just you?"

The attention was turned towards a person as she stepped up. Hitoshi appeared to tense, upon seeing the golden covered hair the person's head. Upon closer inspection, she had an array of freckles over her face, and her eyes looked like they had yellow eyeshadow over them.

"You'd think that a class attacked by villains would be less annoying. The way I see it, you're all losers who got lucky during the entrance exam." She said, crossing her arms.

"The hell you say?!" Bakugo scowled, stepping forward.

Before he could, Hitoshi grabbed his shoulder. Normally, Bakugo would've blasted him off, but that was before he saw the expression on his face.

Hitoshi was terrified.

"Oh? Looks like the evidence is already there." The girl sneered. "Some of us got sent down to the general studies course for not making the cut. If we do well enough in the Sports Festival, they can transfer us into the hero course.... Which means they'll need to move one of you out to make room. If you don't bring your A-game, we'll steal your spot right out from under you. Consider this a declaration of war."

"That's enough!" Hitoshi finally said. He got in between the student and the rest of 1A, saying "This is completely unnecessary. Save the need to start a fight for when it's one you can win."

"Oh.... I know I'll win it."

With that, the girl turned around, leaving the other riled up students to do the rest.

*Later on....*

"Who was that?" Neito asked once they were at lunch. "Heard the commotion from 1B! Sounds like 1A's got a problem...."

"That's putting it lightly." Hitoshi responded.

"Seriously, Hitoshi. I've never seen you react like that. Even with Bakugo." Tenya said, frowning. "Just.... Who exactly was the student we saw earlier?"

Hitoshi hesitated.

".... When I was doing the entrance exam.... There was this girl. I don't know much about her personally, but.... Her quirk is something else. If it wasn't robots we were fighting, she would've gotten first place, hands down." Hitoshi explained. "I just know one thing for certain.... Neito, Tenya, Mirei.... If you're against her in the Sports Festival, run the other direction, and don't look back."

"Huh?!" Mirei yelped. "You can't seriously expect us to just ignore our chances at winning!"

"That's not it at all!" Hitoshi retorted. "That student.... She isn't like the rest of us in the hero course! If you go up against her, you could die!"

The other three all fell silent.

".... Okay." Mirei finally said. "If we go up against her.... We'll consider running."

The conversation left so many questions. The one that they thought of most:

Who was the golden haired girl?

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