Aizawa Shōta is an enigma to many people. He seemed to be a stoic man with little regard for his work, yet somehow managed to always be early and support his students. He was exactly the opposite of what you'd initially think.
Suzukaze Yasu was qui...
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A nudge from behind resulted in a quiet gasp from an unidentified student. Many teenagers were arriving and entering through the school gates, and as far as she could tell, many other people were at the gate too, apparently, one of them was behind her. Eyes cast downwards at the figure, the teacher came face to face with pink hair and horns.
"Ah! Miss Suzukaze I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" The girl's seemingly almost permanent smile only broadened, her hands on her hips as she shifted her weight over to her right leg.
"Ah, it's perfectly fine. Just make sure not to bump into the wrong person." A small pause ensued as Yasu searched the previous day's memories for the girls name. "Ashido, correct?" The pair continued their walk to the school, the building and crowd even larger up close. Their obnoxious talking was probably heard mikes away.
"Yes, but you can call me Mina! I hope you're having a great day so far! I just hope nobody gets you mad today...You looked pretty scary yelling at Bakugou..." Mina trailed off, unsure if the hero would take that as a personal offense.
Yasu simply stared ahead, the student's bright eyes too cheerful for the morning. However, the upbeat attitude was a nice change compared to her usually grey mornings. She often times found herself shying away from small talk since it seemed pointless, but this turned out to be relaxing. Maybe she would try and take it up sometime.
"I suppose I could go with that. Mornings are never really good, and besides, that boy had it coming, Mina."
Yasu's lips curved upwards as she looked at the girl. Such cheerfulness would certainly help the exotic looking girl in her journey as a hero. It's difficult to get up after failing, but with such a positive a she would be successful in the long run.
A large swarm of reporters had blocked the way into the school. She'd been hoping that it was just a protest covered by some reporters, but now that she observed her surroundings, it was much more than that. How bothersome.
"Hey, you! Are you in class 1-A?" A reporter with slicked back red hair pushed his way forward and shoved a microphone into Mina's face.
'Disrespectful.'
Mina chuckled awkwardly, her hand scratching the back of her head.
"Uh, well yes?"
At least seven more media slaves were now basically trying to have Mina deep throat a microphone while the cameras recorded the whole scene, asking pointless questions at a rate that wouldn't even allow for answers.
"How does it feel to be one of All Might's students?"
"What kind of cologne does the number one hero wear?"
"Has All Might revealed any juicy secrets?"
"What is his favorite scented candle-"
To say the least, Mina was confused and slightly disoriented.
