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𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔻 ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ'𝕊 ℙ.𝕆.𝕍.
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"I beg your pardon?"
. . . . .
Aizawa continued to roll away from her frozen form, snuggly squeezed fit inside his brand new sleeping bag Naoko gifted to him a week prior.
It was currently the first day of school, so Naoko made sure to prep herself in hopes of giving a good first impression to the first-years. However, her hopes of meeting them crumbled once Aizawa asked her to prepare a field and gym for a quirk assessment test.
With a confused frown, she turned around and did as he asked. First, she made sure to use little of her powers to manipulate the air around her, effectively blowing away the dirt from the tracks. She assigned robots along the way and instructed them to set up sports equipment in the nearest gym. With those little actions, everything was all set. She texted Aizawa that everything was ready and soon after made her way to the auditorium.
Thankfully, orientation hasn't started, so she still had time to present herself to the students. Just as she stepped inside through the back exit, Midnight rushed to her in a frenzy. The older woman literally looked like someone died, and that gravely worried the pinkette who thought something bad had happened.
"Naoko-chan, thank goodness you're here!" the ravenette wheezed out in relief, gently pushing her to Power Loader, who was on the phone with someone. Just as the ginger hero noticed her, he cut the call and walked over to her.
"Principal Nezu's limo broke down, so he'll arrive late. Can you stand in for him, Naoko-san?"
She froze, "Eh?"
Midnight pressed her hands together, giving her a pleading look, "Please, Naoko-chan! Nezu will have our heads if we do it! You're the only one capable of standing in for him without getting a scolding!"
The pinkette pursed her lips. Being in a class filled with students? That was alright. But having a whole auditorium loaded with them? No way! It'd be fine if they were actually angels or demons, but her fear for the mortals was one not even famous therapists could cure!
With a reluctant sigh, she clutched her brooch, "Kamisama, give me strength," she muttered out, nodding in defeat.
Midnight squealed and shoved her to where Present Mic was, who winced at the sight of her trembling form,"Hey, you sure you're okay with this? I can stand in if you don't want to," he offered, smiling in reassurance.
