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"i'm sorry sir, could you repeat that?"

"there's no target!", he chirped.

"the fuck", you cursed in english. you rubbed the back of your neck confused.

then what's the point of coming to japan? it takes like fourteen hours to get here from the US

"could you elaborate sir?", his eyes seemed to sparkle. he clasped his paws together.

"why don't we do it over a cup of tea!", he exclaimed. looks like this bear/rat seems to like tea.

"uh sure...", you were unsure of what to do at this point but you didn't show it. you kept a neutral expression as you followed the supposed UA principal to his office you assumed.

you felt many eyes and stares as passed by classrooms. students began to whisper and point at the strapped hand guns at you side. you didn't bother to look at them and kept your eyes forward.

"is she a pro hero?"

"she looks around the same age as us though..?"

"is she a foreigner?"

"she could be that new transfer student aizawa sensei was talking about!"

"we're here!", the white mouse sang. he opened the door as you mumbled a thank you as you walked in. you quickly analyzed you surroundings.

there was a large dark wood desk along with a black leather chair behind it. a low coffee table and matching black leather couches. a potted plant in the corner of the room. a shelf with tea packages, a tea set with a matching set of cups. a door to your left. it was most likely a bathroom you assumed, or possibly something else.

"please have a seat!", the nezu said as he walked over to the shelf and grabbed the tea set and set it in a wooden tray.

"thank you, but i prefer to stand sir.", he simply hummed in response and turned on seemed to be an electric kettle.

"well i'll just get to the point then!"

please do

"well anyway, your job is not to kill anyone!"

huh

"i hired your so you could guard class 1a!"

hold the fuck up

"sir, i only have prior experience in  assassination and information gathering. i think it would be wise to pick another suited more for this job", you began to explain.

"yes i know all that already! but you already know this area and some of the students here don't you?"

oh, i think i see where this is going...well it's not like i can really reject this job

"i do have some relations with students, yes"

"well that means you'll fit right in!"

what

"sir, you don't want me to guard them from afar sir?", things were getting more confusing.

"nope! you'll join the class!"

i wanna go back to fucken america already