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A/n: Anything spoken in your home country's language/fav language(??) will be underlined. Also, anytime a demon is speaking to you it's in Japanese because I've decided you forced them to learn just in case :) so it's basically practice as-well as speaking sjjxnsj

Present Day

(Y/n)'s POV

I looked around the airport, trying to find that particular head of shaggy black hair. "Oh my god is that Erasurehead??" 'Found him.' I turned my head to see my uncle, Shota Aizawa, holding up a sign saying '(Y/n) (L/n) from (Home country)'.

I waved at him and he waved lazily back as I got closer. "Hey uncle Aizawa!" I pipe up, trying to muster up the happiest smile I could. "Hey (Y/n). Do you wanna get going? I'm not a big fan of.....fans." He grumbles, avoiding looking in the direction of a few women and men who ogled him. I nodded "Uh huh sure!"

...

The car ride home was quiet, passing houses and shops, trees and farms. It was weird how the scenery could change like the flip of a switch. The soft piano music that played in the background made me kind of feel like a studio ghibli character, going into an unknown place with new people destined to be- "We're here."

My uncles gruff voice broke me out of my daydream, making me look up at the quaint apartment complex. It was in the middle of the forest, which I found peculiar. It was quite modern, with tinted glass windows and covered grey-stone balconies. 'Sweet.'

I stepped out of the car, reaching for my luggage which Aizawa had put into the trunk for me. "HEYYYYYYYYYY LITTLE LISTENER!!" A loud imposing voice made me jump, left eye glowing red and demonic symbol beginning scorch the ground. "Shota's told me a bunch about you! I'm Present Mic, or Hizashi Yamada." Oh. He's just one of my uncles friends. But, why did they live in the same complex...?

He must've seen the confusion of my face because he began to wave his hands around frantically "Oh! You must be really confused, well us faculty all live on campus here at UA so Midnight is here too, you may know her, same as Lunch rush and Cementos....but I'm getting off topic! Here let me help you with your bags-"

Present Mic began to lug out my suitcases, to my uncles dismay. "Hizashi I told you all not to interfere. She's from (Home country) this is all new for her. Shoo, shoo-" Aizawa began to usher off Present Mic as if he were a raccoon in a dumpster bin, pushing him off my suitcases and taking the garment stuffed things for himself.

"Alright, alright! I'll see you some other time little listener!" And with that Present Mic was gone into his own apartment, bright blonde hair the last thing I saw. "Sorry about that (Y/n)." Aizawa scratched the back of his head, locking his car. "He can be....a handful." My uncle sighed before beginning to walk to one of the buildings in the complex. "C'mon." He urged and I scurried after him, entering the building.

...

"Wow uncle Aizawa....you prepared this all just for me?" I asked in awe, looking around at the room I was standing in. Half of it had F/c wallpaper, a twin sized bed with F/c blankets and pillows, a dresser, plus a little succulent plant on top of a windowsill. The other half was barren besides another twin sized bed, with some clothes in a pile and a half opened closet. "Yeah. I figured if you had to share a room with me you might as-well have it look nice." He said casually, as if it were a no-brainer.

"Plus coming all the way from (Home country) is a big move, 'specially during the Sports festival here at UA. You do know about that right?" He questioned and I nodded. "Yeah obviously. The Sports festival is the only sports  event I watch." It was true, I loved watching the spectacle of different quirks and challenges. It was also a time when my siblings and I could bond or get along. 'Even if I could never participate.'

"It's so weird that I know a teacher there!" I giggle, starting to unpack my clothes into the nice white dresser. "Yeah I suppose so. You're going to Inoskue Academy (a/n: not a real thing I just made it up lol) here right? I heard it has a great arts and science program."  My uncle tried to make small talk. "Mhm. Mom enrolled me there cause it's second best to UA in its academic's." I explain, trying not to blatantly say 'I don't have a quirk to get into UA'.

"Ah. Yeah right. Well, I've gotta get back to the main building before lunch ends. See you later, (Y/n)." My uncle waved at me but stopped short of the doorway. "Ah right, here's a key to get into the apartment and a fab to get into the building-" Aizawa handed me a golden key connected to a black plastic square, most likely the fab. "Thanks uncle Aizawa." My uncle scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just call me Aizawa." And with that he left.

...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groaned, harshly awoken. "I'm up I'm up-" I looked at my phone that showed a little notification saying 'Hour jet-lag nap over!' Wow. Great way to remind yourself, (Y/n).

I turned off the alarm and stretched, seeing the sun was still high within the sky. It was only 1:00 pm, so Aizawa wouldn't be home yet. "Hmmm...maybe I could go out and buy some food?" I think out loud, getting up and brushing off the red shirt and leather skirt I'd worn that day. (A/n: Reference third picture in file)

'Hey could you maybe get popsicles?'

I jumped at the sudden voice, not ready for a demon to contact me. "Sure Angel." I mumble, grabbing my keys and money my mom had gave me. "Just stay quiet. I don't wanna seem like I'm insane or anything." I locked the door as I headed outside, H/c hair moving with the light breeze.

...

"Popsicles, popsicles, popsicles..."
I looked over the shelves of a convenience store, finally laying my eyes on some multi-flavoured popsicles. "Aha!" I grabbed them and put it in my basket along with a bag of F/s. I headed to the cashier and payed, holding the plastic bag he'd put them in. The nice ding that sounded when the sliding doors opened made me smile. I missed this, being able to go out and buy things for yourself. Being able to buy things from a convenience store of all places!

My nice thoughts were cut short though, as screaming and loud explosions entered my head instead. I widened my eyes, looking down the street to see a pro-hero and villain fighting right there in the streets. 'Oh god oh no.' I quickly started to run the other way like many other people only to be stopped by the ground cracking underneath my feet, making me slip and fall. "Ah- !" So the villain had a ground quirk? Or was it just the aftershock of whatever the hero was putting out?

I didn't have time to think though as the hero flew over my head, arms, legs, neck, face, everything bleeding. I felt my body begin to shake. If the hero was right in front of me then that means....

I hesitantly turned my head, now face to face with a giant crazed looking villain. His sharp teeth stained with the blood of the pro-hero behind me. 'Oh fuck oh fuck-'

"Hello there little girl."
His greasy voice made me want to vomit. I turned fully to face him, still on the ground. The hero behind me seemed to be unconscious, bleeding out. "H-help! Somebody help!" I cry out. But...no one did. All they did was watch, watched as the villain reached his hand out towards the hero and me, watched as the villain began to activate his quirk, watched-

A choked scream came out of the villains throat, a large hole carved in his chest. I quickly took the opportunity to run, but not before I grabbed onto the hero's arm, trying to pull him with me. "C'mon move! Move!" I gritted my teeth, dragging the hero as fast as I could from the villain who was now being torn apart by something....or someone?

Then. Then I heard it. That same maniacal laughter I'd heard only on truly dire situations.
"A-Angeldust?" My eyes widened as said demon stood grandly over the remains of the villain, sharp toothed grin making his mismatched eyes squint in pleasure. "Y'know you should really warn me next time, doll. I didn't even have time to grab my good gun!" He whined though the happy tone of his voice said otherwise.

"Need some help there?" He slung the gun over his shoulder before I quickly shook my head. "Angel you have to go! Before the-" but it was too late. The flash of reporters, news stations and random people's phones filled my eyes, making me put my hand over my face. "Go Angel go away!" But by the time I yelled that he was already gone, demonic symbol fading into the ground and left eye glowing a violent red.