NSFW Warning (Towards end of Chapter)
My eyes slowly parted open, I was staring directly at my alarm clock and seeing I woke up before my alarm normally would go off. Roughly ten minutes before, I got out of bed and went over to my closet. I undressed from the clothes I slept in and grabbed my UA uniform pants, starting to pull them up when I heard something vibrate on my nightstand. I looked over and saw a brand new cellphone there with a note next to it, I finished putting the uniform pants on and walked over. Picking up the note to read.
~Dear Nosido,
Sorry to have had your phone for so long, unfortunately while I was working with it I ended up dropping the phone which cracked the screen badly. To make up for that I got you a new one, all your contacts and apps are on the new phone so don't worry. Hope your doing alright.
Sincerely, Detective Roiyaru~
"I forgot he had my phone..." I shrugged slightly, tossing the note into the garbage bin and picking up my new phone. Detective Roiyaru really didn't screw around with the new phone, I'm pretty sure this is almost a brand new release. I turned the phone on and swipe to the right, the home screen popping up and a notification appearing. There was a text from Bakugou-Sensei that said we didn't need our uniforms today. "That's... odd..." I set my new phone down on the nightstand and went back over to my closet, taking the pants off and instead putting on some black sweatpants and a yellow zip up hoodie since I had to buy a new one. Underneath the hoodie I was wearing a black t-shirt. I threw on some socks and grabbed my phone before heading downstairs and into the kitchen for a granola bar.
When I got to the kitchen I saw my box of granola bars on the counter with a note. It was a note from Yurin apologizing for eating my last granola bar. I mumbled a bit before throwing the box and note away, no breakfast for me I guess. I then went over to the doors and started to get my shoes on when I saw Zota coming down the stairs. He seemed a bit more tired than usual, but knowing him he'll be awake soon, I waved to him a bit as I stood up.
"Hey Zota."
"Sup, Nice outfit by the way."
"Thanks." I smiled slightly at him, but my smile soon faded while I waited for him to get his shoes on as well. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a blue long sleeve that almost matched his hair. I was starting to dwell on what happened last night, but I quickly shoved the thoughts out of my head. I was already feeling crap enough, don't need to make it worse.
After Zota was ready, we made our way out of the dorm room. I caught a glimpse of Satsuo just leaving his dorm building but I decided to leave him be since he was talking with Oliver and that silver haired girl, Amaya. I turned my head back in front of me to see Zota jogging ahead towards Kina, Pamala, and Sakura. I had to now catch up to him as he ran to catch up with the other three, while I was jogging behind Zota I heard him yell to the other three.
"Guys!" I watched as the three turned around to look at Zota with big smiles... I think this was the first time I've seen Sakura smile since she knocked me out.
"Hiiiii." Kina dragged out her hi a bit, which was a little odd to me but it was kinda funny. "Good morning."
"Good morning." Both Zota and I had said that in sync, I glanced at Zota for a second before looking back at the girls.
"Do you have any reason Bakugou would tell us we wouldn't be needing our uniforms today?" Pamala asks holding up her phone to show us the message even though we all saw it.
"Yup!" Sakura said, a sly smirk on her face as she looked at each of us. "But I'll let the teacher tell you."
"Sakura! Please tell us!" Both Kina and Pamela whined to her, they really wanted to know and I can't really blame them for that.
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My Hero Academia: The Next Generation Book 2
ActionThis is the sequel to my first book, My Hero Academia: The Next Generation! Of course, it continues the story of Nosido Heraki and his friends on their journey's to becoming pro heroes! Welcome, to The Next Generation! Once again, this book was writ...