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"You're awfully quiet today."
"Isn't that how we've always been."
Shoto frowned at the monotone reply, glancing at the stoic silver haired teen beside him as they walked to class.
"It's been a long time...I see you cut your hair? It used to be so much prettier when it was longer."
It wasn't no lie that the people whom had been at the scene were curious as to how Izanami knew the villain that attacked him and more so curious as to who exactly her father was.
"Oh what she hasn't told you who she's related to? Who her father is?"
From what the villain said, he concluded that her father wasn't a good man. The villain attack not only made Shoto wanna get stronger but he was also more interested in the females family history. He wondered if they actually had more in common then he thought with the subject being daddy issues. Shoto had so many questions but he knew he had no right to ask them. And by how unnaturally quiet she had been the train ride to school, he knew she wasn't in the best of moods for an interrogation. But then again when is she ever in a good mood? He mentally sighed pushing open the door to the room.
The temperature dropped a few degrees soon as I stepped in and I could feel a few curious eyes linger to long on my form. They were suspicious, that much I knew. If they weren't suspicious then they were on edge in my presence. It didn't take a brain to know that one of blabber mouths at the scene told everyone else about how I was familiar with the head villain.
Taking my seat silently, my gaze automatically steering out the window.
"Everyone! Morning homerooms about to begin, to your seats!" Iida announced.
You're the only one up.
As if reading my mind, "We're already sitting, you're the only one still standing." Someone exclaimed.
Suddenly gasps rung throughout the room causing me to glance at the commotion.
"Morning." The teacher waddled in the room, covered in bandages like something off of the mummy.
"You're back already, Aizawa-sensei!?"
Iida raised his hand, formal as ever. "Glad to see your doing well, Sensei!"
"If you call that doing well..." Ochaco commented.
"My wellfare isn't important because your fight is far from over." He stopped in front of his desk, with a serious tone.
I tensed at the thought of encountering those villains again. I wasn't the only one worried.
"Our fight?"
"Don't tell me...!?"
"More villains!?"
"The U.A sports festival is drawing near."
"THATS A SUPER NORMAL SCHOOL EVENT!" Everyone shouts as I roll my eyes at the teacher.
"Come on, we just had a villain attack, are you sure about this? Someone asked.
"Probably even have one right under our noses." Momo proclaims causing my eyes to snap toward her smug face, as she returns my steely gaze.
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Heroes Don't Exist.| BNHA|
FanficBook I "There's no such thing as a hero. As far as I'm concerned, You shouldn't need some bullshit label to do the right thing." || Izanami Shi would stop at nothing to fulfill her vow. Stuck between what's right and what's wrong and bound by...
