The lights were closed. It was silent. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Silence. The phone vibrated. Silence.
- y/n's pov - I awoke, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I reached for my phone, but it was... gone? "What the hell?" I muttered to myself. "Crap, am I late?"
- y/n's pov - I awoke, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I grabbed my phone, only to see I had two missed calls and one unread message. Both the missed calls and message was from ID UNKNOWN.
UNKNOWN - Hello.
I set my phone down, blinked a few times and picked up my phone again. The message was still there.
- y/n's pov - Uraraka seemed very determined to win the Sports Festival, and by very determind I mean very determind.
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Everyone was surprised by the said girl's enthusiam, and when Midoriya and Iida ask her why, her reason surprises the three of us.
- timeskip -
Homeroom ends, and I try to leave the room along with everyone else, only to find the exit blocked. Bakugou threatens the other classes to back away, but one of the students, a boy with purple hair, says that students in the General Department like himself can be transferred to the Department of Heroics based on the results of the U.A. Sports Festival and that the reverse is also possible. Sighing, I walk to the opposite side of the classroom and wait for the commotion to die down.
