Fumiko stared at the disk on the counter in curiosity.
Her eye's just peeked over the table, eye level with the strange devise.
Slowly she poked it and jumped back like a cat over the couch when it switched on.
"Greetings Young Lady! I am here!"
All Mights voice echoed through the empty house.
Fumiko looked over the couch at at the projection of the number one hero in the middle of coffee table.
Fumiko jumped over the couch and landed on her butt on the floor in front of the projection.
"The truth is! I didn't come down to town to fight villain's! In fact you are looking at one of U.A's newest instructor's!"
Fumiko raised an eyebrow.
"All Might is going to be a sensei?"
Putting a finger on her pursed lips she looked at the projection intensely.
"Mr Brocooli is going to pee himself when he finds out."
The All Might projection then outstretched his arm to revel a score board next to him.
"You earned 60 points in the practical exam!"
Fumiko looked down and bit her bottom lip.
"But!"
All Might disappeared and a clip of Fumiko grabbing the Pikachu boy popped up then All Might returned with the score board next to him.
"We did not just grade you on the points you got but also rescue points!"
Fumiko looked up and raised an eyebrow.
She then saw her name on the score board appear at second place.
"Ten rescue points where added to your additional score! Giving you a total score of 70!!"
Her jaw dropped.
"Welcome to U.A Fumiko Fujino!!"
Petting down her skirt Fumiko looked at the mirror in her room, greatly disliking what she saw.
Her long white hair was tied up in a pony tail while her purple tip's softly swayed back and forth from the soft wind coming in through the open window.
The U.A blazer felt heavy on her shoulder's while the matching tie flapped to the side.
Her skirt just three fingers above her knee made her feel naked.
She hasn't worn a skirt in thirteen year's.
Her intense violet eye's were more noticeable with the plan uniform. Her thick eyelashes that looked like she was wearing black eye-shadow did nothing but make it pop out more.
Witch would draw more attention to her.
Witch she didn't want.
Her short bangs hung loosely around her face matching her pale completion.
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Stitches |||♪BNHA♪|||
RandomThree childhood friends make it to U.A class 1-A. One is cheerful and happy, one is angry and mean and the other silent but deadly. What could possibly go wrong? ∆∆∆∆ I dont own BNHA. I only own my oc's and the storyline.
