Oji point of view
The girl was taller than me, with ivory hair and skin to match. Her purple eye where trained on my most deadliest wepen, my 3rd eye. But my gays was trained on her 3rd eye, we knew in this fight there would be on winner.
"HEY?!!" someone yelled, one of the other goons, " KILL HER!?! I knew you were a little trader!!!" the goon grabbed the girl and me. Tyeing us up to a pole in a uncomfortable paddition. Me and the girl screamed and fusted but with both threeed eyes so close our qurks wouldn't work.
We screamed at each other for at least an hour. Until a pro came and got us, taking everything I had including my crown with the 3rd eye. I found it very intrusive, for how many chains and locks they put on. It was when they brought medical supplies and a mind reader in is when I started to fight. Not letting them touch or look in to my mind was easy. Until he came in, a tall man with black hair and eyes like he never closes them.
" Well hello, I was looking forward to meeting the cold blood murderer in the flesh."his hair began to float and like that I couldn't use my qurk.
I felt a needle go through my skin at my neck, was it numing? I watched horror as the brought the mask to my face.
"Now I'm going to look through your memories, just relax."a women's voice said in a claming tone.
I dreamt my intier life over again the bad parts, the good times and it just made my day even worse. I woke to people whispering ideas of what they should do to me. It was when some one said foster care was when I really woke up, I wanted to put my two cents in there little talk. And that's when I realized, I was on a medcial bed with my boots and shirt off, I sat up.
It was the famove Prisable Nezo who greted me, "Oh well hello Oji Yurei, hope you slept well, Oh yes, we gave you a medcem that make it so you can't use your qurk."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!" I yelled
"Parden?"
"YUREI!! That despicable man killed my MOM! And I'M Not going to be some foster kid!" I tried my very best to drill that into there heads as I stood up. One of them pulled out a gun.
The man who had came in earlyer stood to, " Put that away, even if you shot him he would still be able to walk out of this room. And you won't be any foster kid, you'll be one of the teachers foster kids."
"How how did you know that?"I asked in surprise.
A man's answer was very simple"At every one of the scenes that you've made all the people killed had knife wounds there was only one gun fire. Your sister was only one who had a gun or at least I'm expecting that your sister. And you always came out limping, not to forget the scratches and scars on your arms. Speaking of that what's with the scars on your back?" I wasn't willing to answer his last question.
"Speaking of my back where's my shirt and jacket?!" I countered, the man tossed my jacket shirt and boots at me.
"You'll be joining my class for today, then later we'll figure out what to do with you." The man said as he walked out of the room.
"I'm not going to any of these schools classes, I already have a college degree."I said smugly.
"Do you have a degree in hero training?''the man countered.
Principal Nezo stood up, " Oh be thinking about if you'd rather go to juvenile prison or be a part of this school and have a family again."
Thinking about that was pretty hard, both had their pros and cons. But it was met Mr aizawa's daughter is when it changed my mind. After I got dressed she skipping through the door taking my hand and putting a small beaded bracelet on it.
"They should make it so that I can hold on to you right?" She hummed, I nodded not like being touched. And she skipped off with me and toe down the hallway class 1A.
When we walked in the entire class went silent, mr. Aizawa was standing behind his desk." Oh, yes Oji will be joining us today." He said casually like I wasn't a cold-blooded murderer, " Oji we can sit next to Ido" he gestured over at a girl with Ivory skin and hair, deep purple eyes.
The class went by in a blur, mostly cuz I was so numb I could barely feel my toes. Then Mr Aizawa's girl, once again took me by the hand and led me down the hall. She made me feel so, happy and awkward when I was around her.
We entered a teacher's lounge, where all the teachers had gathered. Mr Aizawa walked in. Kana(Mr Aizawa's kid) smiles, "Hi Dad!" she exclaimed.
"Hello sweetie, Yueri."
"Oji." I hissed.
"Oji, well, have you decided?" Aizawa questioned.
Kana interrupted me before I could answer that I didn't want any family, "No, he hasn't, because he's coming with us!" Kana commented snootily.
