(People who like correcting mistakes are welcome)The little cinnamon roll is kidnapped and tortured for nearly ten years and given quirks till a certain Dadzawa saves the scared and ✨traumatised✨ Izuku. There is No m*net@ in this story
long chapter...
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Out of three thousand six hundred and thirty something stories Mine is thirteenth ! I don't know how that happened because there are many many stories that are much better written then mine but still woah.
~~~~~third pov~~~~
Hirakami held up his book, the heroes smiled and a principal smiled calmly at his computer "I told you it would work, pay up Chiyo." Recovery girl handed him thirty dollars "damn it I should never have made a bet with you!" "But you did."
Back with the happy Heroes and completely expressionless kid, >can I be a hero?< Aizawa laughed "why wouldn't we let you?" Nem and Hizashi said a form of yeah, for a while the group talked about the dangers of heroism and about safety and stuff, >so hero's are allowed outside?< Hizashi talked about how everyone is for about five minutes, Hirakami just nodded though he didn't actually believe it but talking back and disagreeing never went well for him, suddenly Nemuri started jumping up and down "oh oh oh that reminds me recovery girl said he could go with you guys today!" Hizashi and Aizawa jumped up "hell yeah! You'll come to our house!" >whats a house?< Nemuri took the turn to explain what a house is "it's a place for a family to live, I'll be visiting all the time!" >ok.<
"How about when we say a word you don't know you look in the dictionary, ok?" Hizashi said with a warm laugh at the end.>sure that would work well.< "little listener how are you the smartest fifteen year old ever! I bet you could beat nezu in a game of chess?" "Ssshhh Hun be quiet what if the RAT SATIN hear's you." Aizawa used a harsh whisper, Hirakami jumped up at the word 'rat' and hid in the corner "Hirakami what's wrong?" He looked at Nemuri silently crying and scribbled a answer in his book >rats equal needles, needles equal pain, pain equals passing out, passing out equals time passing and time passing equals rats coming sooner and so on!< he was shaking "oh my sweet nephew no, we're talking about a literal rat." >so am I?< Aizawa got up slowly and walked right over to him sitting down and patting his back "no your not, you're talking about scientists that are humans were talking about a literal animal called a rat." As if on queue the door clunked open and Nezu and Chiyo walked in "Am I a mouse, a dog, or a bear? All you need to know is that I'm... THE PRINCIPAL!" Hirakami looked at him 'wow he looks so cute and soft! I want to pat him!' Nezu looked at Hizashi with the smirk of the devil himself "smart enough to beat me in chess, right?" He pulled a cup of tea and a chessboard out of nowhere and set it on the ground in front of him and Hirakami "I told you he would know!"
