2. 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓

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"M-me..?" He asked, I folded my wings into my back and landed next to him. "Yeah you, who else in this hallway has green hair. What class are you looking for?" I asked, he gulped and shuffled around. "I-I'm looking for class 1-A..." He answered. I smiled a bit to brighten the mood, he looked nervous so I wanted to make him more comfortable.

"Me too! Wanna look for it together?" I asked, he nodded frantically. "I'd like that! I'm Izuku Midoriya by the way!" He introduced with a low bow. "I'm y/n Ta-" "Oh you don't have to tell me your name! I already know! I really admire you and your quirk, that's why I was so nervous when you just came up to me..." He interrupted.

I gave him a curious stare which made him turn scarlet. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you!" He muttered nervously, I shook my head. "No no, It's not that. But from where do you know me and my quirk? I mean they barely mentioned it in the interview with my brother..." He looked at me with a surprised look.

"W-wait you're telling me you don't know?" He asked, I tilted my head questioningly at him. "Know what?" I asked, his eyes widened in what seemed like excitement. "There are countless hero fan websites about you, I mean you're not a hero yet but a lot of people are invested in your story! Not to mention all the conspiracy theories about you quirk and abilities! People are really curious about you since you don't have many public appearances," He continued explaining all about the theorist websites and his little hero notebook as we walked together to look for the classroom.

"Yeah of course! I'd love to give some insight on my quirk after school someday! Oh, here it is" I paused as I looked up at the huge door. "The door is huge! Is it for accessibility?" He asked, I answered with a shrug. We both gave each other a nervous glance before taking deep breaths, Midoriya then took a step forward and opened the door.

The first thing I saw was a blue haired boy with glasses shouting at a blond boy with spiky hair who had his feet on the desk in front of him. They appeared to be arguing and the whole class was staring at them curiously. "Don't put your feet on the desk!" Glasses shouted at Spikey who responded with a loud "Huh...?". He had shit eating grin plastered on his face that said 'I'm the class asshole'.

"Don't you think that's rude to the U.A. upperclassmen and the people who made that desk?" Glasses scolded, I raised my eyebrows with amusement and leaned against the doorway with Midoriya right next to me.

"Nope. What junior high did you go to, you side character?" Asked Spikey, completely dismissing Glasses' scolding. My hand covered my mouth as I held in a laugh. I glanced sideways at Midoriya, it seemed as if he knew the two.

The blue haired one had a shocked look on his face before he composed himself again and responded. "I attended Somei Private Academy. My name is Tenya Iida." He said with his hand over his heart. Huh... he's Tensei's brother isn't he? I've met the pro-hero before, he's a really cool guy.

Spikey cocked his head at Iida, his grin only got bigger. "Somei? So you're a damn elite, huh? Looks like I'll have fun crushing you!" His grin looked truly evil, which made Iida back off with a shocked look on his face. "Crush?" Gulped Iida. "That's cruel! Do you truely aim to be a hero?" He scolded, still appalled by the blonds attitude.

They were so dramatic I couldn't help but laugh, which stopped their little argument. The both of them turned to stare at us as we stood at the door. Todoroki was here too. My eyes made contact with his and I smiled lightly. "You're..?" Started Iida, snapping me out of my trance. The whole class was now staring at us, poor Midoriya looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh, um.." He looked around the room nervously. "Good morning! I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is-" Iida said as he walked towards us. "I heard!" Midoriya muttered waving his hands nervously.

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