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The Finer Things in Life
Chapter 3
"Spring Getaway"
It's normal for him to feel physical pain, but it's one of those few moments where he feels emotional pain, a bone deep stinging fatigue. Present Mic noticed that he was tense when he was recording the congratulatory messages for the examinees that passed.
"Nervous?" he teased.
"Present Mic...Can you do this one for me?"
"Um...yeah, sure?"
"Thank you"
It was a surprise when he saw the young girl's name on the roster. "That one," Present Mic laughed, "I'm surprised she's on the roster too." He laughed along (that overused heroic laugh), but that was far from what it actually was. It wasn't hard for him to switch back and forth from being Musutafu's pillar and a dude that maybe if the wind blew strong enough, he would tip over and fly with the leaves (not from his own accord, of course.) But too recently he realized that between his two personas, he'd slipped through the cogs of cosmic reckoning and felt homeless. Between two extremes, he forgot what was in the middle, a montage that slowly splintered as the years flew.
And chips even more once he sees the girl's name again. If only that name didn't fill him and kill him at the same time. Izuku, the clever young lad, asked him one day at their meet up spot—
…
"Why do you always fly pass the Kachigemu Center?"
"Huh? What?"
"I-I-I'm not stalking you or anything! I-It's just that...I kinda memorized your flight pattern."
"Really?"
"I'm sorry! It must be weird for me—"
"Calm down, Izuku my boy. It's not weird. It's actually normal. That means you can sense me. It's the bond between the predecessor and successor. Because I still have embers left within me and you are my successor, we can feel the One for All inside of us. It's our bond. It means I fully accept you, and you fully accept me."
"Oh, so that's why I feel a pull…but do you like reading Kachigemu magazine?"
"Yeah, it's…very entertaining."
"It's the best for reading news about heroes and quirks, especially in other cities! They even have a junior hero of the year section! I've always wanted to be on that page!"
"I have confidence that you will, Izuku my boy."
"Thanks All Might...y'know, I've always found it strange."
"What?"
"It's really popular, but they don't really talk about you a lot compared to other news outlets."
…
It's a real good thing that his successor tends to go off tangent. In all honesty, he didn't feel like answering the question. It would've scratched at things that had to stay in the ground. Yet, how could it stay when he covered it with such shallow dirt? It was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, he learned, about how you can bury it.
Because the past claws its way out.
Looking back now, he realizes he's been zooming by those smoky windows for the last ten years, expecting an invitation each and every time. And as everything went by, the cause disappeared and then reappeared as a habit. To every beck and call he answered, he never failed to shoot pass the building, maybe peer inside a little to see the inner workings of what could've been part of his life. But that bond is a rotting, decaying mess now.
All Might stares into the computer at his desk, looking over the roster of the students in class 1-A. Aizawa will be the homeroom teacher for this class. "Oh, brother…" he mumbles. Aizawa is the type of guy to expel someone because he found the person's face offensive to humanity. Why would they assign Aizawa of all people to this class?
Maybe to sift out the undesirables.
All Might looks at the roster again, stares longer at a redhead who had a flat expression on her face, flatter than pancake road kill. She was literally the last person to hand in her picture for her school I.D., handed it in 3:55 p.m. on the last day 5 minutes before the deadline. Judging by the picture, she looks like she's been scarred by sending a picture over here and may be due for therapy.
"Nise, huh?" So your daughter will be going here now.
All Might layers the dirt on his memories, straightens his tie and gets up. He had to see if his successor made it to class on time.
And maybe subtly check for the redhead as well.
On her first day of school, she takes a selfie underneath a blooming sakura tree to show that she's skipping school.
Mohoka sends it to Tomo through text and Tomo replies: "Playing hooky I see"
She rolls her eyes and thumbs back: "As you can clearly see"
Mohoka tucks her phone in her canvas bag and sighs in all the content that the world could ever offer…
...
Because it was the morning of the first day of school and she felt like an oven-baked turd.
And an alarm clock that was never there before shrieks at 7 a.m to rise and shine and if not, enjoy the old man acrobat his way into her room. She groaned, turned her head to the sparkle lit window, and groaned at it. Groaned at the sun even, but upon receiving no pity from the sun (rays just poking her eyes out, the unhearing ears of the universe) she sighed and got out of bed, banged the snooze on the alarm clock on her way up.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, it was time to put on that uniform. That gray uniform, the color that perfectly matched her enthusiasm for today. Ugh, and it fit her too well. Of course it would since she had to send her measurements to the school. But by God, she actually looked good in this and with her hair in an up do…
She backed away from the mirror in actual terror.
She would've moved as fast as a turtle if her Dad didn't have her doing double time. He actually had to be in his office an hour earlier, but he told his staff that he'll be coming in late. Why? Because he didn't want to miss his daughter's 'big day.'
Oh gag me, she thought. No seriously gag her because breakfast was horrible and she wondered why she hasn't put anti signs with her father's face around the kitchen yet. How do pancakes come out white? How do eggs come out brown, and how do sausages come out a hell-touched red? HOW? It's the thought that counts, he told her after seeing her pained face eat a sausage.
"It's the tongue that counts," She said, chugging her green tea to kill any lingering abominations in her mouth.
Her Dad already had a pink and blue canvas bag packed and ready to go: notebooks, a pencil case with a sushi roll and ebi dancing with a star-struck background behind them, pencils, pens, highlighters, lead pencils, tissue, sticky notes, and a Koraru premium package bento. He was so ready for this and that sketched a shadowed annoyance over her forehead…
…
So Mohoka opens her canvas bag and sees a new set of clothing, stuffed by her of course. Her Dad is such a sucker for buying this bag. It could hold a whole world of items, including the perfect spring getaway from U.A. outfit sitting like the ultimate savior…
…
Underneath the couch cushion. She smirked as she hovered over the neatly folded flat clothes, converses pressed tight in a Ziploc bag, and a small silver necklace tucked in the clothes. She wasn't trying to do too much with the outfit.
"Mohoka, what're you doing? C'mon, it's bad to be late on your first day!" She heard her father yell from the front porch.
"Hmm. Yeah. Coming." Items clean, cut, and stashed
…
If her father wants to have a-sneak-clothes-in-bag competition, it's only right that he plays fair.
Mohoka's phone bings. It's a text from Tomo: "I won't tell Hato"
Mohoka smirks at the text. It's not like Hato isn't into shenanigans, but he's the type of guy to lecture them about the social laws of life. He's actually into commitment and all that other jazz and would probably snitch to her father in the most subtle, tactful, Hato-esque way that would only end in capital punishment for her. Yeah, he's a good friend, but not in this situation.
Alas, now that she was free to roam, the first thing she needs is some tea to heal her stomach's anguish from this morning. Koucha, the holy sanctuary of teas, is the first mark to go, of hopes that the cashier Muryō Okane is there. Since Mohoka is such a loyal customer, he likes to sneak complimentary drinks for her now and again, and she would be a shit-face moron not to take advantage. The place isn't too far from the park anyway, so that'll be her next mark.
She slings her bag over her right shoulder. For right now, she'll stay in the uniform and then change later on. Mohoka isn't that much of an asshole to sully the school's squeaky-clean reputation. She just doesn't wanna be under the roof of something like that. Plus, it's the first day of school so people are gonna question why she isn't in a uniform of some sort. It'd be a damn mess if people start bouncing rumors around in the neighborhood of her being a vagabond.
Mohoka walks out to the glazed streets of Musutafu. It's a few times she takes the time to appreciate the city's build. Smooth cemented buildings that shine like flashy sequin dresses, stores and shops that aren't run down, very much inviting actually with their signs and their unique font, a park full of vegetation so much so that maybe it can star in a nature documentary may be, ahead of time. Musutafu is an eye pleasing city…when, when heroes and villians aren't duking and nuking the city.
Three blocks and a right later, she sees a familiar troll looking person. He's wearing U.A's uniform too, and she has to admit, the boys' uniform look snazzier than the girls. He has his hands glued to the straps of his yellow backpack, and a trippy smile as if someone keeps poking at his funny bone. Just him being in the uniform looks like he can burst into confetti any second now.
Mohoka thinks of avoiding him because, to be honest, she doesn't like being indebted to anyone. It's an opportunity for people to dangle that shit in your face, and she's not having that, and oh crap he just spotted her.
It's that long awkward silence like the last one they had, him staring at her and her staring at him. There he goes again making that face like he's gonna have a panic attack. It's too early in the morning to be annoying, she thinks, eyebrows a straight road. She breaks the stare, takes two steps to cross the road.
"Hey, u-um, excuse me…"
Oh universe, your ears are still unhearing.
She does a robotic head spin and looks at his nervous face. He squeaks. That annoys her even more, but screw it. She answers, "What?"
He's taken aback. He probably thought that she wouldn't answer. Then why would you talk in the first place!? He stutters, fingers fumbling and mouth muttering. Jesus, this is the kid who saved her? And to think she wasted her emotions feeling sorry for him.
"Yes?" She asks and sharpens the "s" at the end. It's a borderline hiss.
"S-Sorry! I-I just wanted to thank you…for saving me during the exam."
Mohoka stands still. Even the rolling wind passing by her couldn't budge her. She gives him her whole completed stare, not the usual half-baked stare that is her norm. He's the one who threw the punch; he's the one who made the giant robot snowball into oblivion, yet he's thanking her. That's…insulting. Mohoka guesses an attempt to not be categorized as an asshole is saving people. If that's the case, a homeless guy can be a superhero if he decides to give some of his begged money to someone who wants a small snack from a vending machine. What's more, now that she remembers the nightmare, is that people didn't have the common sense to realize that rescue was also a part of the test, and these are mofos who want to be heroes! Oh, heroes and their agendas. But, it's all a matter of perception. To him, it's a compliment. To her, it's an insult mainly because someone who has zero interest in heroes and their existence figured out the test and passed. She's a walking contradiction at this point.
She also remembers that he didn't score a single point so he probably got mega points for that huge punch. Saving her and the other girl went in his favor. It's all self-benefit in the end (well, mostly for him and the other chick because those added points royally screwed over her chance of a peaceful high school career.)
But, even if in self-benefit, he did technically still save her. Ugh, Goddamit.
Mohoka sighs. "Alright, follow me." She doesn't wait for his reply. She sidesteps him like she would a pothole and walks on. She hears an, "Eh!?" five seconds behind her and a, "W-Where are we going? School is the other way," a second behind her.
"There's a café up the road. I was heading there and thought 'Why not take a fellow U.A. student along with me'."
"Uh, um, T-Thank you!"
Sarcasm is not his thing, noted.
It's a quiet walk to the café where in Mohoka is texting and the boy is doing whatever.
"There's this boy who goes to U.A. He's awkward af and he's kinda sucking my will to get tea" She group texts Tomo and Hato. Texting him in this circumstance won't hurt her plan.
Hato replies: "He's making YOU not want tea? I have to meet this guy!"
Tomo texts: "How awkward r we talkin'?"
Mohoka texts back: "Hato, you'd rather meet a tree and how awkward? The world may never know"
She puts her phone away, and takes a look at the boy walking alongside her. He's looking down and looks so lost on what to do with himself. Once he sees her looking at him, he snaps to attention, his cheeks a shallow red.
"Hey."
"Y-Yes!"
"We're here."
Written in beautiful neon kanji, Koucha stands, sassy as always knowing that it's the best café to bless these streets. It's the norm today, a bunch of people chilling in and out the café, their drink a partner at their side. Seeing this always freshens her day.
"I've always wanted to go inside this place! It's the same café Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady go to!"
Ok, he just shot her mood to swiss cheese.
"The prices here are insane though! That's why I don't go."
"Insane? The average price is around 1500 yen."
"That's expensive!" Mohoka looks at him in actual pity.
They go inside and sure enough the inside is as cool as the out. The boy sticks to his spot, dazzled by the place.
"W-Wow…this café looks so cool…!" Mohoka nods. Of course it's cool. She goes here.
Crystal cup like lamps hang underneath retro glass tables and couches and booths for chairs. There's a serpentine staircase to the upper level, and the boy sees people walk up the stairs, each step a foot touches glow in a bright light blue. People are chopping it up with their friends and above them are delicate sculpted friezes of sakura blossoms. It's graceful but has a perfect mix of modern architecture. No wonder it attracts so much attention.
And now they're attracting attention.
People are whispering behind their hands and looking at the teens in awe. It's a high tide of, "OMG, U.A. students," and wonders of what their quirks are capable of. Oh yeah, people think highly of U.A., Mohoka sighs. She ignores them and goes to the main counter, but the boy is stuttering (when is he not) obviously embarrassed by the attention.
A young handsome man with a gotee at the counter smiles, and gives her a short wave. "Hey Moka-chan." Yes! Muryō is manning the cash register today.
"Hey Ryō."
"Is it the usual today?"
"Yep." She turns her head to the boy, "Do you want something or not?"
The boy looks like a fish out of water. "M-M-Me? Y-You're getting m-me…!" His face is red, the freckles on his cheeks turn into red pepper flakes.
"If you don't get something, you're openly admitting that your walk here was pointless." She says and returns her attention back to Muryō who at the moment was dragging his eyes down Mohoka's body. Not in a lustful way, but in a slight sour way, and it shows in his sucked in smile.
"You got accepted, huh?"
"Oh why yes I did, Muryō-san."
He twitches at the sarcastic honorific. A beat. "It's on the house." Bless your kitten soul, Muryō.
"So a medium hazelnut chai with whipped cream and a nutmeg white chocolate garnish on top and…what does your friend want?"
"I don't know." Muryō snorts. "Is that the answer to both drink and friendship?"
Mohoka's stare doesn't falter. "I don't know."
He looks at the green-haired boy who is still blushing and smiles. "Well, I recommend you try our signature drink for the day: Taro Milk Tea infused with citrus and mint, topped with our homemade cheesecake whipped cream and cocoa garnish."
The boy smiles nervously. "That sounds like a lot."
"Trust me, it's good. Is this your first time here?" The boy nods his head. "I wouldn't recommend you something bad. Plus, this is Kamui Wood's favorite drink."
"I'll take it!" Muryō, you manipulator you.
He writes down the order. "Names please."
"M-Midoriya Izuku." Mohoka rolls her eyes. "You already know my name."
"Yeah, but I don't think he does." He points the butt of his pen to the green-haired teen. The boy or Midoriya she suppose, blushes at the mention.
"He'll know my name eventually," She says, which is true because they do go to the same school unfortunately. They both make faces like they didn't want to accept it but should anyway. That's the magic of being Mohoka Nise. Her reasoning may be stupid, but her argument is still sound, which is an impressive feat if one thinks about it.
The wait for their tea isn't long, the typical Koucha service. The girl who made them has it out in minutes and Muryō gives it to the teens. "Enjoy."
Midoriya is a bit skittish about the drink if his eyes say anything. It's a big drink and with a spiral whipped cream, color warm as a spring sunset, it's a creamy purple tower. It's looks good enough for her to try it the next time she's here (which probably might be tomorrow.) Mohoka drinks hers; her bored eyes watches Midoriya question the greatness of tea. She's a little ashamed that she brought him here now, but hey, it's free publicity for Koucha anyway.
"Drink it. They already made it. Don't waste my thank you."
A wide-eyed Midoriya looks at the redhead nonchalantly drink her tea. He blushes again for the damn what, sixth time? He covers his head with one hand, sweats like rainwater on a windowpane. His mouth is a motor driving away. "It'snobig deal,I,uh,youdidn'thavetodothisforme. Ineverhadagirl…!"
His interaction with girls must really suck. Like, shooting star levels of awkward. She bets that if she tied her shoes a foot near him he'd blush. Well, it's not her problem.
After his incoherent muttering—she was not going to translate that shit—he drinks it. Once Mohoka sees his dopey smile, she knows he has entered tea nirvana.
"So?" She asks.
"This tastes amazing!" He says with a huge smile.
"Good to hear." She whips out her phone to see the time, "It's 8:15."
Midoriya might as well have shat himself. "W-W-W-WHAT!?"
"It's 8:15," She repeats. His nods are as wild as his hair. "School starts at 8:30! It's a 10 minute walk from here!"
"Yeah, so that leaves five minutes."
"We can't cut it that close on the first day!" Nah, her spring getaway from U.A. comes first. She can't let him infringe on that. She swears she's not a rebel. She's just…practical to her wants.
Midoriya dashes out the café so fast it's a miracle that his tea is still in his hand. It seems that he's willing to wait for her, but she shoos him away. "Be a maniac and run. I'm fine with walking," she says. He frowns, probably thinking it's not wise for her to do that, but he leaves it. "T-Thank you for the tea." He bows and shoots off.
Once he's gone, Mohoka puts a hand to her forehead. What a headache! The boy isn't a bad person, not at all, but shy stuttering messes aren't appealing. It's annoying to talk to people like that because they can't even hold a decent conversation without taking an awkward path to destruction. She's free from debt now so the deed is done. Now that's over with, let her spring getaway from U.A. commence.
"The world may never know?" Tomo laughs. She's fine with that. While her friend is gallivanting around Musutafu, she's here in a stuffy classroom. The only fun she could have is defacing her desk and she got bored in the process. Hato can't entertain her either because he's in a different classroom. There're people in the classroom that could serve as potential friends, but she's not clairvoyant. Who is? So the semester will just lead the way to that she guesses, though she doesn't feel particularly happy about it. It's absolutely normal for people to gravitate to who and what they know, and what she knows is Mohoka and Hato, mostly Mohoka.
Speaking of which…
"I wonder what Hato's doing. Let me…" At orientation, the faculty said to keep quirk usage to a minimum, but it's definitely not allowed during class. Breaking the rules on the first day of school, but hey, usually there's an unspoken leeway for things like this on the first day.
Tomo concentrates on the wires in her system, the connected strings and the cells that hold her existence. It branches to her organs than narrows to specific organs, namely her ear. She plays with the frequencies, increases her range until it's as large as a baseball field. Too much, she thinks and turns it down. Once she picks a good range, she can hear Hato's relaxed voice beyond layers of walls.
'There's always some type of irony in everything she says.' She hears Hato say. He must've read her text, 'The boy seems like an inconvenience…that's good.' Tomo frowns.
…What?
How is that a good thing? Mohoka clearly said the boy is a nuisance. He said it in such a serious and satisfied way too. If the black-haired teen was there, she would've glared at Hato, would've said that going to U.A. is punishment enough for her so parading in her misery is tilting little bit on the dickish side.
"Hato is so annoying sometimes," Tomo says as she clicks off her quirk. He doesn't know that she's skipping school right now. He doesn't need to know. Mohoka trusted her with that info, and that's enough.
If only she'd gone to this school, if she was in this class, Tomo wouldn't have to worry about making friends. They would talk their usual lingo that no else (except for Hato) would understand. They'd meet up with Hato and do what they usually do: mock people within a mile radius of them. Then she would block out Hato—sometimes—and listen to Mohoka, watch her speak inspirations that she didn't even know were inspirations; she would say it like she was ordering lunch from a small insignificant restaurant.
It was dismal to hear Mohoka got accepted into U.A. Tomo stuffed the feeling down, cemented it, and faced it with a casual straight face. It's not like she wasn't gonna see Mohoka ever again, but she knows that her heart would be pushed to an edge of a cliff if she meets with Mohoka one day, and she sees people tagging along, people whom Mohoka not only tolerates, but enjoys. Why did she have to ruin her own mood? Actually, her mood was already a smelly cow patty so much hasn't changed.
Tomo slumps over her desk, the frown from before never leaving. Mohoka hates her school, Tomo tells herself. She wouldn't want to be attached to anyone there.
Minutes later, homeroom starts, but she can't focus. She lost count after ten, but in unconscious total she glanced at her phone 33 times.
She'll text Mohoka during lunch then.
"Thank you for your purchase."
Mohoka struts out of Fukuroma, bags of clothes around her arms. The white angelic cutie pies on her arms are so precious; it was a good snatch that the Free People section was having a 40% spring sale. She might've missed this sale if she went to school (probably due to her laziness and knowing that U.A. would've vacuumed her soul and turn it into a black hole.) She got a good amount of clothes to remodel her wardrobe for next season.
She checks the time. It's 11:35. She spent 3 hours enjoying her spring getaway. After she went back to the park to change her clothes, she felt like a tourist. Going on a Musutafu shopping spree, eating crepes, going to a vintage game store—she definitely hit the jackpot there—and even more shopping. What a perfect first day of school.
It's lunchtime. Mohoka takes out the Koraru premium bento package. Now, she needs to scout a nice ambiance to eat this.
Several minutes later, jackhammers chatter in a rapid wood-pecking motion, buzz saws are wheezing at the long track run they have on a wooden ramp, and hammers are stomping their glory into nails. Mohoka is all right with it.
It's a construction of a new tea café, so of course she's all right.
She sits on a bench across the street and watches in pride as the construction workers push all their efforts into building it to Notre Dame status. She heard it's supposed to be a French café, a Renaissance masterpiece. It seems Koucha has some competition in the near future. She's been loyal to Koucha, so maybe she'll be in an alliance with them as long as the other café doesn't entice her with foreign culture, those sly mofos.
Her phone bings. It's a text from Tomo: "Havin' lunch with Hato. Enjoyin' your spring fling u.a. sting?"
Spring fling U.A. sting…it's good, but not as good as spring getaway from U.A.
Mohoks types back: "I feel like I've been living in an alternate dimension with the many stores I've encountered. 15 years with an electric collar on my neck and a wrecking ball tied to my feet."
There's a little pause then she sees the blinking ellipses: "Papa Nise means best"
Mohoka's tongue strikes the back of her teeth like flint lighting a spark on stone: "That doesn't mean he knows best. There's a saying that the road to hell is paved with good intentions"
And she ends it with that because the conversation was getting too weird for her liking. She digs into her bento and sighs in relief. Man, she has to admit she can't make pickled rice as well as Koraru. She closes her eyes, inhales and exhales softly to the sky, and then open her eyes.
Oh wow, the sky is tan, shadowed with a thousand watt grin, blonde hair, and meat sacks for muscles.
Mohoka has a crushing feeling that her spring getaway is coming to a shrieking end. Why though?
"Hello, young lady! Shouldn't you be in school? More specifically, U.A.?"
Mohoka's mind feels tingly. No, not tingly, but like the vague shadow of a memory, or like remembrance through the pages of a history text, always there, but in the desperation of an exam totally forgotten. Dig deeper, she focuses, dig deeper. Go into the trash bin.
...
"You'll have him as a teacher."
…
Oh, oh yeah. Her father did say All Might was going to be a teacher at U.A. But since she liked when her mind says 'good gracious, that thing's still here?' and erases it, it never came back. But that was two months ago! Her father never reminded her either. He should've reminded her! All Might, the Symbol of Peace, the Pillar of Hope, spreading his hero knowledge to the younger generation? This is media's cash cow…but now that she thinks about it, Kachigemu, the magazine that her father leads, doesn't talk about All Might a lot. He probably leaves it to the other media outlets to drain it out.
Isn't that against the journalism mandate or something?
Anyone would love to be in her spot right now. Musutafu's prize possession is staring her smack dab in the face, and she counterattacks with such indifference. To show how much she doesn't care about the situation, she says to the Symbol of Peace, "Go away. I have no idea what you're talking about, sir."
And he swats that back in her face. "But you do, Miss Nise!" He's using teacher knowledge on her. "You are enrolled into U.A., yet you're here! Why is that?"
"Because I'm a citizen, and citizens are allowed to enjoy their town."
"You are a citizen and a student as well! Therefore, you should be in school!
Is she really having a debate with All Might? And why does he have to speak with such ear-splitting enthusiasm?
"As a teacher, I cannot allow you to skip your first day!"
Oh God, his enthusiasm really makes one forget everything around them. She momentarily forgot that she just got caught and should be spin dashing her way out of this joint. Mohoka gets up with her stuff ready to dip, but it's too late. All Might grips her by the waist with his right arm, and with one uppercut move, all her belongings are propped on his left arm like bracelets. All Might jumps and blasts off into the sky with a steamed teen that the wind couldn't even cool down.
Mohoka wiggles despite the far distance from the ground. This is blatant kidnapping. "This is kidnapping y'know. Maybe you should put me down and find your chill."
"Not until we're on school premises!"
"School is basically over. There's only three hours left, more likely less. I might as well be absent for the entire day."
"I'll cover that!" There's no breaking this guy! She looks down. She can't tell if her stomach dropped to her toes due to gravity or the sight of U.A.'s glass twinkling roof.
"All Might, let's make a deal."
Her negotiations falls on deaf ears. And now she might deaf because of All Might's pretentious landing making a loud booming noise, tearing her ears apart. Once the booming stops, she can finally hear sound. The sounds are of "oohs" and "aahs" and "All Might is actually here!" Then there's that one question someone just had to ask.
"Who's that he's carrying?"
All talk is wiped clean. The group of students, dressed in weird red, white, and blue jumpsuits are staring holes into her. Some look curious, some look surprised, some look questionable, but one looks completely shocked. Ah, of course he has green hair.
"I believe you have one person missing in your class, Aizawa! A Miss Nise Mohoka! But don't worry, she's here now!"
Please spare her from that mashed up cheesy line.
She set her eyes on the familiar troll and chuckles lowly.
"See? Didn't I say that you'll my name eventually?"
SNAFU: Spring getaway from U.A. is a failure.
I'm wiping the windows. Almost done!