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Sayaka's POV

Oh shit. My eyes widen slightly as I make eye contact with him. Aizawa Shōta. He was definitely scruffier than when I had last met him. Also taller, and had longer raven hair. My face warms slightly as I realized I had been staring, but I couldn't help it!! I gulp down the knot that had been forming in my throat, distantly hearing Hizashi taking his leave and asking for me to 'spill the tea™️' later.
"Uh, hi?" I aviod eye contact, immediately hating myself 10x more, while stuffing my hands in my pockets swiftly.

I knew Shōta almost like the back of my hand. I knew that his logic side, (the side he listens to on a daily basis) probably wouldn't find my sudden appearance settling, so he would most likely act rashly in response. But to be honest, no matter the approach I would do, he would probably act the same.

He did exactly as I expected him to do, and replied bluntly.
".....I have to feed my cat."
He swiftly walked the opposite direction, spinning on his heels like a ballerina and leaving me in the dust with my crippling despression. I sighed, and suddenly my shoulders sagged and I cracked my knuckles out of anxious habit while turning around and going my own way home.
I swiftly walked to my own apartment, unlocking the door quickly and shutting it quickly behind me.

I slid my back down against the hard metal of my apartment door and curled up into ball as I hid my head in my knees and sighed. My heart was now sunken lower than my uterus, and I was slowly dying inside. I felt tears prick my eyes. I knew he didn't necessarily mean to be like that, and I knew I was prepared for that answer, but somehow it stung like a bitch as he fucking 'sonic'ed his way out of the situation. I glanced at the clock on my wall, and saw it was about an hour and a half before my hero duties started.

I clambered from my fetal position on the floor and stumbled into my bedroom, flopping on the bed spread eagle with an 'oof.'
After a few minutes of messing around with my phone which I had stashed away in my pocket, I finally sat up and approached my hero costume hanging on my desk chair, ready to be worn.

My hero costume wasn't anything flashy, but it was made of all kinds of fibers to make it harder to rip, because if I had to use my quirk I would have to get all jacked up, which would ruin normal cloth.
I had a loose grey T-shirt that was tucked into black track pants with white stripes on the sides. I also had a black utility belt, black fingerless gloves, a floral jacket to accomodate that (I usually rolled up the sleeves since it made evrything easier), and silver lined combat boots.

(this is the Jacket, but you dont have to use the reference really, but I think its easier if you see an example.)

My hair would usually be tied into a ponytail, and I also had a black zirconium (basically black metal thats rlly strong) mask that acted as a gas mask/air filter from toxic gases and such, since I really didn't want to faint on the battlefield.
Once I hit my limitations, I would usually get fatigued and tired, so to stop that, I had some peppermint scented stuff in my mask so I could stay alert on missions and awake during battles.

I chuck on my clothing and pull my hair in a messy ponytail, hooking the mask around my neck, the peppermint smell hitting my face like a baseball bat.
I walked to my front door, shoved my boots on my feet, tucked the pant leg into them, (I always wear my pants like that) and headed out of the house, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
The hero company I transferred to when I moved here was actually the company a friend of mine owned.

The company was called Nighteye Agency, and so, I begged my friend, Nighteye to make me part of his agency. It was a challenge, but I broke through him once I said I'd get him one of the All Might collecters edition items he'd been looking for.

I strolled down the street and went to the train station, where I spent an hour on my commute to Nighteye's company. Yes, it was totally a wise choice to live an hour away from my agency, but I couldn't resist living in my hometown once again. Nighteye even insulted me when I announced that I was going to live an hour away.

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{Flaskback}
"Verto," Nighteye sighed over the phone, "Are you really that stupid? Taking an hour commute to here almost every day? You must be daft."
I pouted, and whined in response; "Well the apartments were really cheap there, also I used to live there too!" I hear him sigh over the phone. "Also you should already know that I'm already daft by now." I add. I hear a light chuckle come from the man. I mean, my humor is impeccable, I can make Nighteye AND Aizawa Shōta laugh.
"Its fine... Just don't be late or I won't hesitate to fire you."
I huff through my nose and rub the back pf my neck with my spare hand.
"Fineee.. But later I'll probably just get an apartment thats closer when I have more money." I state, leaning back on my parent's couch in their living room, since I was leaving for Japan in a week. "Alright, Goodbye." I hear him respond and hang up. I groan and throw my phone on the couch. I hear an old chuckle and see my mom making tea in the kitchen behind me.
"Is he really that bad?" She asks. I shake my head and smile.
"Nah, not really."

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I stumble out of the train, looking around at my familiar surroundings before going towards an exit and walking to Nighteye's building, taking in the glass doors that led inside the five story building. I pull the door open and walk down the gigantic hallways, and go straight to his office door, hearing someone dying (laughing hysterically) in there.

'aw jeez' I think, and approach the door quietly and open the door silently, peeking in a bit. I look to the right and see some poor girl hooked up to the TICKLE HELL™️ with Nighteye standing next to it, waiting to turn it off until he was satisfied. I silently pity the girl, and close the door once again, then slam it open, probably damaging the door knob and wall in the process, and announce my presence.

"YO BITCHES." I screech. I see Nighteye turn to me calmly, yet glaring at me like I was the scum of the earth.
"You're ten minutes late." He sneered.
I glance at the All Might™️ collecters item clock.
"Oh yeah," I hum, not effected by his harsh attitude. "Must've took some time to walk here." I realize out loud, shrugging casually.
I see his eye twitch at my reaction and my expression turns into an amused one.
"Okay," I say clapping, glancing at the dying girl who was still on the machine.
"When do I start?"

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