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Running, Surviving, and Singing
Fuyuumi had lived like an exile ever since she was a child. Her fate felt sealed on the streets. Maybe it would end in a gang fight. Maybe in a hunt led by people who feared and hated her Quirk. Or maybe at the hands of heroes and police who would finally try to drag her into a system that had ignored her from the very beginning. One way or another, everything pointed to the same place. The street.
A chance meeting with Keigo Takami changed that path.
He took her in and taught her real Japanese, the kind that never appears in textbooks. He sparred with her, refining her movements and sharpening her judgment. He gave her a bed, a shower, a room with a door she could close, and meals that never demanded a price in return.
One day, he told her to come to Musutafu. He said he had found a school that might actually fit a child like her, someone who still insisted on protecting a world that had hated and ignored her.
They evaluated her in private. Every part of her. The exams were not as hard as she had imagined. Some of them felt easier than the days when survival meant changing cities before anyone learned her name.
A few days later, Takami handed her an envelope.
Inside was the thing that would change her life forever.
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