♡Chapter Three:Dadzawa Is Best Dad♡

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  I woke up the next morning a little early than usual. I took another shower after I had checked on my clean clothes. After I was done taking a shower and had dried off and dried my hair with a hair dryer I put on my school uniform and my glasses. I did my homework that I had needed to do last night but I couldn't since I had to explain everything to Aizawa-sensei so I wouldn't be seen as a monster or turned into the CCG...hell maybe both. I took a sip of coffee that I had made while I continued to do my homework, it didn't take me long to finish it and put it into my backpack.

   I then decided to sit near the window after reheating my coffee. I took a sip as I listened to the peacefully chirping of the birds on this beautiful and peaceful morning in my opinion.

  About twenty minutes later Aizawa-sensei came out already fully dressed, he noticed that I had already made him a fresh cup of coffee since I had made myself a second cup of coffee just a few minutes ago he said thank you which I appreciated and he took a sip and reviewed the lesson for today. We soon left the house and I asked what was the lesson plan for today.

"We are going to the USJ to do rescue training...also I talked to Principal Nezu last night about your situation. He had no problems with it and he came up with some ways on maybe how to help your hunger. Also since you live alone and you are now are target and they know your family by your last name, I'll be taking you in and we may have to change your last name maybe. It was the principal's suggestion to change your last name maybe. I'm guessing you look different from back then so you may not have to. You can think about it alright." He explained and I nodded in response. Aizawa-sensei has truly shown me kindness and hospitality that I haven't been shown in a long while.

  The two of us soon arrived to school a little earlier than usual, I went to the classroom while he went to teacher's lounge I think.

I sat down at my desk and looked out the window. Bakugou slammed his hand down on his desk startling me a little and I quickly turned my head and looked into his crimson eyes that looked like they could kill. If looks could kill I think I would be six feet under. "How did you know about all that stuff yesterday? Why were you calm? I want answers four eyes!" I looked away "I just do alright. I used to live in a area were there was an high population of them so it's not my first time coming face to face with one" I explained it a unusually serious and monotone voice. The ash blonde male soon walked away and Aizawa walked into the classroom.

   "Today we are heading to the USJ so get your costumes on and go head out to the bus." We all did what was told and got our costumes on and headed to the bus. Iida was yelling waving his arms all around telling us to act orderly and organized also to get in a single file line and get on the bus neatly and to not push and shove each other. I couldn't help but laugh a tiny bit but when he looked at me I covered my mouth and tried to keep myself from laughing.

   Soon the whole class got on the bus and we headed to the USJ, it was surprisingly only about twenty minutes away maybe a little more. All my classmates were talking about quirks and of course Bakugou was yelling and Todoroki was sleeping peacefully and Jirou listening to music on her phone by using her earphone jacks.

   We all made it to the USJ and Uraraka and Midoryia were fangirling and fanboying over the fact that the pro-hero thirteen was there and helping them today. Thirteen explained how quirks can also be deadly and the importance of using the properly. They also explained that they are doing rescue training today and all the different areas in the USJ. Aizawa said that All might was busy but would be joining the class later so that's why he wasn't here right now. The class was about to start...

Until...

A black misty portal appeared...

...and that's when....

....everything...went....


...DOWNHILL....

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