don't burn ٭ natsuo t. ✔

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Walking up to the school practically made of glass, Y/n straighten her shoulders and let a soft smile grace her face.

With confidence radiating off of her, Y/n opened the door to the prestigious school and instantly met eyes with an older lady working as the receptionist.

"Well hello, darling." the white haired lady croaked, a lovely smile crossing her wrinkled face. "What are you here for?" she asked, sitting up in her seat.

"I'm here to pick up a student. His name is Midoriya Izuku and I'm Midoriya Y/n." Y/n passed her ID over to the older lady and smiled at her.

"You must be his sister, I hope you're not as reckless as he is." she scowled and shook her head in disappointment before continuing. "I'm Recovery Girl, would you like me to call you Y/n or Midoriya?" Y/n smiled and nodded.

"If you would yes, please call me Y/n. Also I can't ensure that I'm not as reckless as Izuku." Y/n said, a nostalgic smile appeared on her face after she spoke. "Heh, he must be pretty selfless to get the school nurse angry, right?" Y/n asked jokingly, letting a playful smile break her nostalgia.

Recovery Girl chuckled and shook her head once again. "That boy needs to learn to put himself and his body first. One day he's gonna come into my office and I'll refuse to heal him." they both let quiet laughter fill the air as Recovery Girl typed away on the computer in front of her.

Recovery Girl froze for half a second before speaking. "How did you know I'm the nurse?" she asked and Y/n gave her a cheerful look.

"Lucky guess? Your name was no help though." the playful wink Y/n sent over to Recovery Girl made the older women howl out with laughter, a bright and wide smile on her lips.

"You're nothing like your brother." She said as she tried to collect herself. Y/n stood by, her arms resting on the reception desk. "Oh, before I forget, Izuku and his class are currently outside training but the class is almost finished. So unless you want to go out and watch you can stay right here. They should walk in the front doors in around ten to fifteen minutes." Y/n smiled and nodded to Recovery Girl in thanks before taking her phone out and texting Inko.

Y/n
We might be a few minutes late, sorry.

Mother
That's fine dear.
Just drive safe, okay?

Y/n
I got it

The whole conversation felt kind of stiff to Y/n. Apparently not speaking in Japanese or to your own mother is hard after not doing so for what? Almost six years now?

"So Y/n, what are you and Izuku going to do after you leave?" Recovery Girl asked.

"Um," thinking about her words before she said them, Y/n paused. "We're going out to eat with our mother. Then she wanted to help me move into my apartment." Y/n said, to her speaking Japanese wasn't as hard as writing in it, hence the stiff texts.

"Mhmm, sounds nice. Is it like a small party to celebrate you moving?" Recovery Girl asked as she glanced at the time.

"Oh no, it's more of a welcome back then anything. I haven't been in Japan for almost six years so." Y/n trailed off, her once cheerful face morphing into a regretful one.

"Oh? I'm guessing an exchange program of sorts?"

"Yeah, it was an exchange program." Y/n said smiling at the woman across the desk.

"Where did you go?" Recovery Girl asked.

"I went to America." Y/n said, smiling at the thought. "It was fun there, the people I met were mostly very kind."

"I would hope so, wouldn't have wanted for little you to get stuck in a country full of rude people." Recovery Girl smiled and continued to ask Y/n about her travels.

Y/n was having fun talking to the older lady but the nervousness bubbling up inside her about seeing her brother for the first time in six years was definitely close to being overwhelming.

"Oh, look at the time! They should be here any second now." Recovery Girl happily stated, a smile on her face.

Y/n just smiled nervously and nodded. Recovery Girl caught onto her fear and said, "Don't be nervous, Y/n. Izuku is a nice young man and the worst that can happen will be him crying so don't worry."

"Crying? Wait, does he still cry a lot?" Y/n asked, genuinely curious of her brother's crying habits.

A small chuckle came from Recovery Girl and the faint sound of a door opening caught both of the women's attention.

"Oh, and there they are." Recovery Girl said smiling at the class.

Y/n turned and her eyes scanned over the small crowd of what looked to be around twenty teens. Her gaze stopped on a boy with hair just like her mothers but much more curly.

She smiled at him but the loud sound of someone groaning snapped her out of it. "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were gone for good." a spiky haired blonde boy said, a sly smirk on his face.

"Well, it's nice to see you to Katsu." Y/n said cheekily, a grin on her face.

Bakugo huffed and glared at the woman standing at the reception desk. "You must be Y/n." all attention shifted over to a man with black hair. "I'm Aizawa, the teacher of 1-A." he held his hand out to Y/n lazily but she took it none the less.

"It's nice to meet you, Aizawa." she said cheerfully, her smile was familiar to the rest of class 1-A and as they shifted their gazes to Midoryia and Bakugo for answers, Aizawa spoke again.

"Midoryia, after you finish changing you're free to leave." he said in a monotonous voice before he started walking away.

Midoryia nodded frantically and followed after the teacher just like the rest of the class. The other students whispered amongst themselves, some glancing back at Y/n who had already started up a conversation with Recovery Girl.

"Midoryia, who was that?" Uraraka asked, Tsuyu was next to her wanting to hear the answer along with the rest of the curious class.

"She ain't shit." the angry voice of Bakugo said, his signature scowl on his face.

"I don't care! She was pretty hot, ya gotta admit that, Bakugo." Kaminari said grinning, trading looks with the unnamed rape grape.

"That was my sister! Her name is Y/n and please don't call her hot?" Midoryia said, almost as a question more then a statement.

"Really? You guys don't look too similar." Tsuyu said, her finger on her chin in thought. "Also, she seemed to be much more naturally confident than you." her harsh words wounded Midoryia.

"She takes after our dad more than our mom, and I look a lot more like our mom than dad so that's why." Midoryia's voice calmed down and got quieter as he spoke. He studied the ground as the class and himself walked the halls of the school behind Aizawa.

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A/n: I'M GOING THROUGH EDITING THIS BOOK

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