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Shonami [23]

Those of you who don't know, Izanami tends to puff her cheeks a lot and this is what she looks like^

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The class was stunned by the girls explanation.
Momo looked at the silver haired girl in shock. She never expected such things to come from
The girl who could care less about being anything associated with the hero Industry. I was right...I completely misjudged her character. She thought.

"Man that's manly!" Kirishima praised as some of the others complimented the name. I puffed my cheeks in embarrassment averting my eyes.

Despite her intimidating character and what Momo has said, they all finally were able to understand the cold girl even if it was a tiny bit.

Aizawa felt his lips quirk up, as she returned to her seat. I guess that damn rat was right...She is changing.

"Now that everyone's decided on their hero names we can go back to deciding on your internships. I'll be handing out these personalized lists to those of you who were drafted. You can choose from those who scouted you. For those not scouted, there will be around 40 agencies across the country so choose wisely.

I looked at the list of pro heroes in disdain not to thrilled at the idea of shadowing one.
One hero though peaked my interest and I filled in my application handing it in. The rest of the day went normal till it was the end of the day. Me and Shoto stood silently beside each other on the train till It was finally my stop. About to take a step off the train I still at the hand gripping my wrist. "What are you doin-"

"This isn't your stop."

My eyebrow twitched in irritation as I glared at the dual haired male, orbs shooting to the arrival board. Squinting my eyes harshly, i cup my eyes trying to make out the words. "What are you talking about that say-" my expression paled. A deadpan expression overtook my features as instead of Shibuya it said Shinjuku.
"...I knew that." I muttered puffing my cheeks in embarrassment before scowling at the blank faced male. After a moment of awkward silence, "You can't see can you?" He stated not sparing a glance.

"What makes you say that." I retort.

"Your hand writings more better then what you wrote on the erase boards, you almost got off at the wrong stop twice, and even though your Asian you look like your sleepwalk-"

"Alright alright shut up, will you!?" I snapped with puffed cheeks. "Just...just tell me when the hell my stop is." I order.

"This one coming up."

"Great."

"Fine.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." I huff as the train stops adjusting my bag on my shoulder and stepping off.

Hearing the train doors close behind me I sigh, "Idiot." Zoning out of reality as I looked at the world around me. Everything was a big blur but I could make out some things. I know what you're thinking? Why didn't I get recovery girl to heal my eyes or tell Nezu? Well it's simple. I'll endure being legally blind before I let anyone know I'm in such a weak state. Not to mention, Nezu would use this opportunity to take a crack at making visually impaired jokes and puns. It's not amusing to say the least.

To caught up in thought I'm unaware of the vehicle driving down the street as I begin to cross the road. Suddenly, the sound of a horn honking catches my attention and my breath hitched as my head snaps to head lights.