Flashlight [[BNHA]]

THREE

PANDORA'S BOX

     Cameras, microphones, and cliche reporter clothing is not something you want to see after a bad start to the day. First, she forgot to do laundry the day before, so she had to come to work in a sports bra and a hoodie. Second, she forgot to bring her skateboard back from the repair shop, so she had to walk. Third, she didn't get her coffee, so she was beyond out of it today. And fourth, someone almost ran her over with their car while running a red light, but they got pulled over, so her day was brightened a little. Now, this? Madaline's distant eyes twitched in irritation and exhaustion. Ignoring their questions and protests, she tried to push past then, only to get uncomfortable and stuck. Dammit. Now I have to listen.

     "Hey, let the female listener through." A loud voice called, a large, calloused hand grabbing her much smaller wrist. MIC led her through the gates, but when the reporters tried to follow, steel bars shot up.

     "Woah." Remarkable security precaution. Madaline's eyes glittered in amazement. I've only seen this at SHIELD.

     "I know right?" The pro behind her cheered, showing his pearly white teeth.

     "Thanks for that, by the way." The green eyed girl placed her unoccupied hand on her hip.

     "It's no problemo! Need any more help?"

     "I probably need help finding 1-A again, I got lost the last time." Sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, she kicked at the ground, a blush creeping up to her face.

     He nodded, starting to lead the way, hand-in-hand. "An SHIELD agent with a bad sense of direction? That's odd." Hizashi teased.

     "Directions were never my forte." She shrugged ominously, giggling. The rest of the way was silent, just basking in each other's company. D-Does he have no nostrils?

     "Here we are!" The blonde man presented.

     "Thank you again." Madaline nodded before disappearing behind the door.

     As Madaline walked to her desk, which was side-by-side with Aizawa's, she greeted her friends. Just as she sat down, the door slammed open to show Iida, who yelled at everyone to take their seats, only to get shot down by Sero. A chuckle huffed through her nose. Files were plopped in front of her, making her look up at the teacher.

     "Once you're done with those, put them in my sleeping bag." Aizawa rumbled, the turned to the class.

     The assistant went to her own work, opening one of the files, seeing it was mostly notes on 1-A's quirks and personal lives. Bakugou didn't seem to work well with Midoriya, probably fueled by a personal grudge, so putting them together instead of against will prove to make them slowly trust each other. Iida seems to recognize a situation well and adapt to it, while Uraraka naturally blends in, but shows herself on accident. Kaminari just needs to learn when it's acceptable to go all out. Todoroki doesn't seem to work well with others, so put him in group situations whether his father or him himself wants to or not. Same thing with Jirou, but less extreme, considering she can actually tolerate being in a group. Continuing on, she finished just as the bell rang. Proud of her work, she straightened the files up then placed them on Aizawa's chest.

     "Hey Seraph! Wanna go to lunch with us?" Mina called, waving to the blonde.

     "Sure!" Slinging her satchel onto her shoulder, she followed the bubblegum pink skinned girl out, a certain tape quirked boy following after. This time, Madaline decided to get a BLT with avocado and some fries for lunch.