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Izuku liked doing his studying outside. Merely laying on a blanket in the park, the sun shining down on him, nibbling on a crepe filled with strawberries, whipped cream And ice cream all while Aroa was wandering around, trying to get a squirrel to come to her. It was peaceful and even if he didn't really get that much studying done it was a very much different World to when he had still gone to school. Maybe this life suited him far better.
He had even pitched his plans to try out for yuuei in two years to Aroa and she had grinend at it. It didn't mean that he had convinced her yet to actually help him without using her abilities but… she wasn't actually against going to yuuei so there was hope. His schooling was also going far, far better than before, him not having any discrimination against him or aroa, no hate or disgust or whatever from his peers made a giant difference. Sure… He kinda also didn't have any other social contacts than his mother and aroa as he didn't even dare to enter the hospital again but everything had a price.
He hummed a bit, more playing with his pen than writing as he took another bite of his crepe, almost choking on it when aroa threw herself on his back. Before he could protest though she had leaned forward, whispering into his ear “look to the right.”
His eyebrow raised up as he tried to find what she was referring to, maybe another squirrel? She was pretty easily distracted and got fairly excited over the most basic things, not that he minded it.
She clicked her tongue before her hands literally forced him to look In the direction “the grey skinned woman.”
He finally focused on the person that somehow made aroa that invested. She absolutely didn't seem japanese, a tall woman with skin That didn't seem healthy in any way, quite literally a sickly looking ash gray. His eyes lingered far longer on her hair though, pretty long black crochet braids with numerous silver beads interwoven in them, quite literally not something he saw regularly. Her outfit was also not quite the norm. If he had to describe it in any way it looked like black leather armor he had seen in some of the fantasy games that Aroa usually found funny. Over that a black trenchcoat and a Pair of sunglasses finishing the slightly questionable look “if she's a hero then I'm not certain who, maybe underground?”
“She could be but not one you would know.” There was a giddiness coloring her voice.
“What's so interesting about her?”
“You're not feeling anything? Keep watching. She's getting closer. Actually look at her. I want to know if you feel anything.”
His eyebrow only rose higher but the closer she got the more he could make out… like the fact that her face was a bit odd, seemingly Scales growing on parts on her skin and on the right side of her face there were spiky protrusions that almost resembled horns at its highest point. he could even make out a cut in her cheek, with visible stitches holding it together.
“it's hard to judge which quirk she could have… it's a bit of a weird mix but I guess she can change the texture of her skin? Making it mutate in some way?”
“you're so wrong. Absolutely wrong, that isn't a quirk. Look at her chest. Do you see the pin?”
He focused on it which was made easier by the fact that she was coming towards them. It resembled a blooddrop with an alchemy flask in the middle “yeah?”
“You have to be more excited. Well… or run away.”
He blinked “...what?”
“I knew what she was the moment she stepped into the park. I have a nose for things like that. This is exciting! This is amazing. I didn't even think it was possible. We are on earth after all.”
She finally jumped up, bouncing, accompanied by ticking whenever her feet hit the ground “I bet she's here for you.”
He pushed himself up, slowly really questioning what was going on and if he should be nervous. He probably should be nervous, very, very nervous. “why would she be here for me?”
But aroa just bounced more “I think she uses sais! Double sais! That is cool, that is so damn cool! You're fucked but I doubt you can outrun her, not with that insignia.”
Okay, he properly got up. This didn't seem like a good thing “if I give you my crepe will you tell me what's going on?”
“You should give it to me anyways. It would be a pity if it falls down. Little advice: maybe you should take off your gloves. You very probably should.”
“aroa, what is going on?”
“fun, this is fun! This is so exciting! Don't worry you still have a bit of lifeforce stored in you. If you don't ask too much I can help you if you give it to me. I am even gonna be nice and tell you for what it's enough.”
“aroa.” He hissed “what is going on? Who is that? What are you going on about?”
Her hands were reaching for the crepe “really, give it to me.”
He finally pushed it over “tell me something at least.”
She grinned, excitement beaming in her eyes “this woman? She's either gonna be your doom or the solution for all your issues. I'm betting on doom though.”
His head snapped around, staring at her “my doom?”
“absolutely. Who knows, maybe if you had actually started training some martial arts or something you might have been able to do something but at the same time? I think your only chance would have been if you had actually worked with me.”
“a-aroa?”
She raised her hand into the air “fighting! Do your best! Give me everything you got and you might be able to run! I can definitely stagger time for a bit.”
He was still staring at her, trying to comprehend her words when the woman had come close enough “are you in a pact with the diranim next to you?”
And aroa just grinned “bingo, bullseye, right on the money!”
Izuku could feel the sweat drip down his shirt as his head slowly turned around to face the woman in front of him, very much staring at her hand which was resting on the sheath on her hip. “a-aroa? H-help?”