Hey guys,sorry for not posting this sooner,I had to give my final exams and after that I had trouble logging in on my wattpad account,anyway as I said on the previous chapter,the story will contain manga spoilers,so yeah you have been warned.
---6:30 AM---
Midoriya was jogging around campus after his vision wearing his winter gym uniform and remembering the scolding he got from Aoyama.
'I couldn't sleep a wink after that,whether I dreamed this or not I remember it vividly.The instant our hands touched the dream ended with the predecessors staring at me.'
---Next Day---
"So,what happened last night?"
"Huh!? Nothing happened!"
Izuku said waving his arms in defense towards Jirou as they were walking down the school hall.
"Uh huh,By the way I have super hearing and I can tell when someone is lying,so either tell me the truth or tell me the truth by force."
"That's the same choice but..."
"Good,you catch on fast"
"But..."
"Im waiting"
"Umm"
"Still Waiting"
"Well I..."
"Good,Continue..."
As Midoriya was still confused on what to say,his eye caught Shinso and Aizawa sensei walking out of the teacher's lounge.
"Ah Shinso! What a coincidence!"
'You must be kidding me' Jirou thought
"Uh-Huh" Shinso nodded in repsonse.
"Anyway,Midoriya,go dress up,we have a busy day"
---Factory Training Zone(or whatever it's called)---
Class A1 had just arrived on the training field.
Midoriya saw Class 1B,and Monoma in front of their own group,with the latter yelling about the cultural festival and some poll results,he didn't really care about it either way.
"So,what going on"
Midoroya turned his head and saw Bakugou in his hero costume for the season.
"Oh hey Kachan!Wow a new costume huh?By the way is it made...." and Midoriya then started his casual mutering.Bakugou was obviously gettinf annoyed by him and started yelling at him,both of them didn't stop.
Aizawa looked at them from afar 'Who the hell are these guys..."
"Anyway stop it damn nerd!Have you mastered it!?"
"Oh...well im at it"
Bakugou started going back to class A1's group "Im gonna surpass you chosen one,just you wait",he whispered so only he couls hear it
"I won't lose" was Midoriya response
Midoriya then started going back to the group as they were still talking,and by talking I mean most of them yelling and Lida,Yaoyorozu and Kendo desperetely trying to stop them.
"Urgh,Im not getting paid enough for this"
Aizawa said as he activated his quirk and told them to shut it."Alright since everyone's here and we are about to begin,I would like to make an announcement,we are going to have a special guest for this training session today"
"Huh?" both class 1A and 1B said at unison,wondering who the special guest is going to be.
"You can come now!"
Then someone started walking up the stairs and it was none other that Hitoshi Shinso from the general department from class 1C
"The school has decided to think about Shinso's transfer to the Hero Course"
"Wait so how are we going to do this together with Shinso we will be 41,the teams won't add up!" Lida said as he was chopping the air
"It will be simple,we are going to make teams of 4 between Class 1A and Class 1B and Shinso will draw lots and he will join one of the teams on Class 1A and one of the teams on Class 1B" Vlad king responded.
"Anyway let's get this over with,the teams from class A1 are as follows" Aizawa the pressed a remote and the members of each team were showcased.
As Aizawa and Vlad King were talking about the training session,Jirou approached Midoriya.
"So what were you talking about with Mr Boom Boom?"
"Oh nothing much,he told me he was going to win this"
"Is that so?"
As the first teams were going to start the training session,along with Shinso who joint Class 1A's team (Kaminari,Asui Kirishima and Koda)
So,can you explain me what he meant when he said "Chosen One?"
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Greeny and Violet
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