Miss Rebel

《19》 No Name

sorry if there is any grammar errors :)
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"Alma Walker..."

His keen eyes continued to peer down at the picture he holds before him. He recognized the familiar girl in the photo, her signature smirk on as she was seen waving her hand towards the crowd during the Sports Festival. 

"Despite being a first year at U.A, she is 17 years old. " 
 

His eyes snap at the warp bartender beside him, arching a brow his way by his words. But he chooses to not say anything, letting the man continue.
 "There's nothing too out of the ordinary, other than her rebellious actions. But...the strangest part..." The Mist guy sets the papers down, making the red eye boy stop to set down the picture of Alma and focus his attention on the papers. He continues his talk as the other analyzes the sheets.
"I couldn't find any more information about her family background...other than she lived with her parents, Akira Walker and James Walker before coming here to Japan as a discipline for her actions back at home. I also can't find where she is living now,"
  He narrows at the given information from the paper, analyzing the pictures there as well, "They look nothing like her," He glances up to meet with the Mist guy, "Is she possibly adopted?"
"As I said...I couldn't get any more information about her family background," Mist guy said again, irking the red eye. He reached over his neck and began to scratch it, something he does whenever something wasn't going his way. 
  "You're utterly useless Kurogiri---! How can you not get information on one single girl! How hard can it be!?" Before he can go any further when a voice beside him stops him, making him churn from his seat at the bar area. He saw the TV on.

"What's the matter Tomura? I've never heard you sound so distressed before. Over a girl as a matter of fact..."

The young man by the name of 'Tomura' looks back at the picture he set down, unable to respond to his Master that resonated through the TV, recalling the blonde's wet figure walking away. He then peeks at the door, noting the same brown umbrella untouched...the same umbrella that belonged to the girl.

"Well...I shouldn't be all that surprised. You are a young man after all...." 

Tomura peered back at his Master's words, unsure of what he was getting at. 

"So what seems to be the problem? Unable to find her?" 

Kurogiri then decided to speak on behalf of the red eye boy, "Well...we just lack certain information, that is all,"
Tomura clicked his tongue, looking back at the picture and holding it once again. He began to recall the girl once more, her cheeky eyes as she offered her hand to him. She didn't look at him with pity, not at all. Despite how terrifying he looked then and there, she turned his way and helped him. Her warm hand...

"I don't mind lending a hand in researching this girl, Tomura...."

The said man said nothing, continuing to gaze at the picture. Only one thought in mind since he's met the girl;

'I want her...'

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  Alma felt a shiver run down her spine, making her frown slightly as she glanced around discreetly, 'The hell? Is someone talking about me?'
 The Sports Festival soon came to an end and every student who participated was required to take a break from it. After a few days, classes proceed once more.
Alma was currently heading down the familiar path to U.A high when an older man who walked the opposite of her perk and approaches her with an admired look.
   "Hey!! You're Alma Walker from class 1-A!! Congratulations on placing 2nd at the sports festival--!!"
And with just that....the blonde was bombed with questions from left to right, everyone wowing and complimenting her from the sports festival. Being someone who gets excited by praises, Alma began to laugh (much like her father when surrounded by people) and gladly accepted the compliments. She posed a tad bit whenever someone offered to take a selfie with her, and would even sign autographs for them;