A chaotic love story between an independent girl and an independent boy who decided to spend their lives together.
"You eat that shit?" Bakugo asks looking at your snacks.
"Nigga worry about yourself. Out here buying gas station sriracha." You snap...
"It feels so good to be me again!" You boom strutting back into class. Every student and hero had been found, and made full recovery. Thanks to advanced technology everyone was... nearly back to normal. "Y/n, how many fingers am I holding up?" Denki asks. "I'm deaf, not blind asshole." You snap. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" He says. Today was the first day of your second year. After the war had settled, there was only about a week left to school. Students were allowed an early summer break, and would return for the next year.
Now that the next year had finally come, you all were made to pack all of your things and move to your new dorms, this one being for 2A. Surprisingly your class hadn't changed. It was the same people from your first year, simply booted over. Aizawa had sadly been 'promoted' to 2A teacher as well. A new high tech eye was made in place of his previous one that was gouged out in battle, it allowed him to use his quirk again, but he often complained he could see much better out of it, than he could his normal eye, but refused to wear glasses.
Reira's quirk made a large advancement after she lost her arm. She now had the ability to shape shift her bionic arm into the animal's arm. For instance if she were to transform into a cat, its front left leg was a robotic paw. Bakugo had gotten the hang of having metal fingers as well. They were able to withstand his explosions, and prompted him to go all out. "Its not like I could loose whats already gone," he says. Not only did his body recover, but his hair as well. After his 17th birthday passed in April he ditched his durags and hats and began wearing his hair in whatever you decided. Sometimes you'd braid it down, sometimes twist it up, but he usually wore it out in its normal curls.
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Everything was back to normal and life was as it should be. For the rest of your second year you felt, at peace. You had been commended for a job well done during the war, and compensated heavily. By the end of 2A's year, every student in the hero program had made their debut. You had not a care in the world, that was until 1 month before the new year. Fall break had just ended and everyone was waiting for the holiday to roll in.
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"Mr. Aizawa? What is all of this?" Kirishima asks. "Your future." He says. You all shoot him a puzzled look. The class was sitting lined up in the gym, placed around were different booths and desk with people patiently waiting behind them. "Next year all of you will turn 18, and hopefully graduate from UA. After you graduate you will have only 2 weeks to leave the dorms. Of course you have the option to move back in with your parents. But it would be in your best interest to find an apartment, or even rent a home. Today you all will learn the basic fundamentals of adult hood. Writing checks, filing taxes, social security, doctor's appointments, and where you will go after Highschool." Aizawa says.
"I'm gonna stay with you Mr. Aizawa." Denki says. "Absolutely not." Shota snaps. "Anyways. There are Hero Universities. Some people that still need experience decide to go. But seeing as you've all experienced war, you may be able to skip out and just go straight into your pro hero lives. Also I know some of you are in relationships and think you can just share everything, get joint accounts, get a home together, and live a fairy tale life. But I'm telling you it is an awful idea, you'll end up with a Ms. Joke on your hands." Aizawa says. "YOU TWO WERE HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS?" Mina shouts. "Everyone makes mistakes, and I was really just using her so I didn't have to date Yamada." Aizawa says. "Wow that hurts." Present mic says walking in.
