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"Is this really the path you want to take, Margo?"
"Yes. No turning back now."
~Margo Kimika is a girl with a complicated past, and an even more complicated present. She simply wants to li...
I walked into class with Eijirou, instantly becoming nervous when I saw Mr. Aizawa.
Would he recognize me? I did actually fight him this time around, unlike the USJ incident.
"Good morning, Mr. Aizawa. How's it going?" I called out casually, trying to test the waters.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Aizawa grumbled out to me tiredly, trudging over to write an assignment on the board.
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Good. He seemed completely normal.
.......
I forced my eyes to stay awake, as Aizawa's monotone voice floated through the lesson.
I wasn't in much of a talking mood today. My face was still throbbing from the hits Eijirou and Midnight gave me.
I was exhausted. This situation with All Might and the league of villains has been keeping me up at night now.
"As you'll see on the board, here are the heroes who would like students to intern with them, after seeing the results from the sports festival. Don't feel bad if you're not on there. There's always next year." Aizawa stated, displaying the results on the board.
My eyes began drooping closed again, until I heard the cheerful voice next to me.
"No way!!! I can't believe an agency requested me to intern with them!!" Eijirou cheered quietly, his eyes lighting up in shock.
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I felt rejuvenated at his words. "See!? I told you that you were impressive at the sports festival!! Where's the agency?" I asked Eijirou, scooting my seat closer to him.
"It's in Hosu, with the pro hero Fourth Kind! Wow, Margo!! This is crazy! I can't believe he picked me." He grinned, looking at me now.
"Well, I can definitely believe it. I've always thought you were pretty great." I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder.
Stop it, Margo. Just be friends with him.
"Thanks, Margo." He uttered back, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
