Chapter-4 The death reaper

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Izumi's pov:

I woke up from the feeling of someone's soft lips on my palm. What the hell? I open my eyes to see the recovery girl giving me her healing kiss or whatever. And there goes all my desires of a romantic fantasy down the drain.

Though I was willing to take the recovery girl's kiss over what I'm experiencing now any day. I'm getting a severe headache, listening to Uriel's preaching of how I'm not careful enough and how I'll be the death of him, yada, yada, yada. To think I have to go through all this for saving an annoying jerk who's not even grateful for it. Where is my life heading these days?

But hey, it wasn't all a waste. Because there was a hidden judging criteria for rescuing which got me 20 whole points, which added up to 63 which in turn put me in the 7th rank. So I don't regret saving him all that much. So, in conclusion, who got in? I did folks; I did!

After getting discharged from the hospital and receiving my marks, I realize that today is the day I need to shoot another video for my new song. And in this shoot I am collaborating with some dancer I've never worked with before. Hmm, maybe I can make friends today, I think excitedly since I had practised this routine for quite a while. Once I reach the agency office, I hear Maria, my manager calling me

" Izumi, why do you think there are rules?", she asked patiently.

" To break them?", I regretted saying that the moment it escaped my mouth.

" Izumi you are so in trouble, you just debuted,  you always forget to wear your mask, nor are you ever punctual consider making an excuse at least," she speaks with steam pouring out of her ears.

"Um, the alien stole my mask on the way here, and while attempting to get it back I got late heh-heh," I said awkwardly.

"At least be rational, will you? Izumi, now get in fast, your dance partner is already in the training room after practising, we will go to the site and get the shoot done today."

"That's too much work for a day," I mumble.

"Did you say something Izumi? I didn't hear what you said," Maria said, daring me to repeat it again. But I know better.

"Um no! why would I, actually I was just telling, how you inspire me to be time-productive and not waste a second in the day," I answered, struggling to sound as innocent as possible

"I seriously doubt that, but go on now he's waiting for you." saying that Maria walked towards her office and I started going towards the room my dance partner is supposed to be.

I knock on the wooden door, expecting a response but after waiting for a while and hearing no response, I enter. Once entering the studio, I find music blaring through the speakers and a guy dancing facing the other side. Weird, I definitely know someone who has that same spiky blonde hair, a certain someone who I'm not really fond of. But then again, the chances of him being here are that of an asteroid crashing on this studio. He turns and I get a proper look at his face. And that folks is how an asteroid crashed on my studio. My jaw literally dropped on the ground when I realized he indeed is that angry Pomeranian-my bad the angry dude I hoped he wasn't. Noticing me standing in the studio he pauses and moves to words me to extend a hand to introduce himself, but I cut him off.

" Hi, I'm obviously not the person you think I am, I'm a stranger to you. So we never met before, hello stranger.", I spoke with a slight wave. Don't criticize people. At this point, I'm basically rambling.

His red eyes filled with surprise and he replied "Ok that's the weirdest intro I have ever heard but I am Katsuki, Katsuki Bakugo, you can call me Katsuki-chan"

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