Book II
"Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster."
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Hana Fumetsu isn't your typical Mary Sue. In fact, she isn't even human. A combination of cruel insanity, dark humor, and provocative thinking mixed wi...
Light chatter happened throughout class 1-A. It wasn't until their shaggy haired teacher stalked into the classroom, but there was a chilling aura around him.
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"Has anyone seen Fumetsu." Aizawa inquired, more like demanded.
"Did something happen?" Todoroki spoke up, his brows furrowed. The expression on Aizawa's face unsettled the class even more.
"Whats wrong, sensei?" Momo asked, a worried look in her eye.
"As you know, ever since the USJ invasion and the summer camp attack, U.A has taken extra precaution in the safety of its students...especially when it comes to this class. The vicinity where the dorms are located has advanced thermographic signature recognition that detects when one of you leaves the campus past curfew. However, there are gaps in the system that are extremely complex to get past without the right authorization and or intellect. Someone was able to breach that gap last night."
"Are you saying the villains infiltrated U.A again?!" Kaminari blanched.
"No, the opposite."
Thankfully, the video had no audio and it was just mere footage. It showed him and the horned girls mute conversation until it got to the point when he had left and that's when the projection flickered for a brief second and she was gone.
Bakugou's face was shadowed throughout the entire time the footage played because he had already seen the projection. In fact, Aizawa had confronted him about it earlier as soon as Fumetsu's heat signature had vanished off campus.
|flashback|
Bakugou released an irritated groan as the sound of knocking irrupted him from his sleep. "Go away, before I kill you!" He barked.
But another few knocks to his door made irk marks protrude from his temple. Whipping his blanket off, he yanked open his door, ready to blast whoever dare woke him, "I said—"
Bakugou froze at the murderous aura on his teachers face and grunted as the teachers capture scarfs wrapped around him and his spine was slammed into the wall roughly.
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