Hi, ya'll! *waves* so thankfully school ends on Friday meaning I'll be able to write and read more, which means that updates more often! Thankfully this is one of the stories that I know how I want it to end and the key points of the story, so that should be easy and I MOST likely won't abandon it. Hope you like the chapter :D
-V
Humming to herself Misaki continued down the hallway, Nezu had wanted her there early to talk, but it seemed as though the short animal wasn't in his office or anywhere else she could think of. Walking by memory to class 2-A she passed through the familiar hallways, waving to
people she recognized along the way.
Finally reaching the doors labeled 2-A, she pushed open the doors that were tall enough for giants. All conversations halted as they watched the short girl enter the class, not only were they shocked that a child had made their way into UA and was in their classroom, but also the scar that ran along her face.
Looking around the room her face was expressionless towards the whole class, her eyes skipping over the duo-colored teen in the back staring back at her questioningly. "Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting anything, but where's Shota Aizawa?" She asks, her soft voice ringing through the silent classroom.
"Tsukumo, what are you doing here?" The teen's mentor calls from behind her, "Aren't you supposed to be seeing the principal?" He asks and the students of 2-A realize that it's just a better idea to stay quiet for once.
"Oh," she turns towards him beaming happiness, not smiling, but everyone could see it in her eyes as she looks at him, "that's why I'm here, I couldn't find principal Nezu anywhere," She says, reaching up and rubbing her neck anxiously.
He hums in response, running his fingers through his long hair. "Well," He says, turning towards the class, "guess he wanted me to tell you instead. Tsukumo welcome to class 2-A, it's all been arranged with your parents, they know you're skipping a year, no need to take the entrance exam. Oh and tomorrow, please wear a uniform." He says and Misaki nods numbly as he motions for her to take a seat. Whispers immediately flame up around her and she can't help but clench her gloved fists.
Mr. Aizawa just shakes this off and says a few things before climbing into his sleeping bag, "If I hear any of you flustered or bullied Tsukumo, I will not hesitate to expel each and every one of you." He growls before falling asleep, his soft snores filling the room as no one approaches the girl sitting straight as a rod in the middle of the class.
Everyone was wondering the same thing about the short girl who started that day, what's her name? Her quirk? How young is she? Why does she have that scar? And well, why does Todoroki keep staring at her?
…..
Sitting under the oak tree in the courtyard Misaki tries to ignore the burning gazes of peoples questioning stares. Continuing to eat her sandwich she watches some of the people she recognized from class jog over, the angry-looking blonde walking with a scowl behind them, with a scowl on his face.
As they sit down in front of her she brings her knees up to her chest to make more room on the grass that surrounds her, it had all been just dirt, but due to her quirk, and usability of her mental state. "Hi, there!" The guy with pointy red hair said with a grin, his sharp teeth showing.
"You look like a shark." She says before taking another bite of her sandwich. The blonde next to him snort's as he holds out his hand with a smirk on his face. Ignoring his hand she turns back towards the shark who's looking at her curiously, "What are you curious about?" She says and the redhead looks down at his hands.
"Well," he starts, wrapping his fingers together subconsciously, "how old are you?" He asks and she hums, swallowing the bite of her sandwich before talking.
"Fourteen."
Misaki watches as the boy's eyes widen in sync as if they share a brain. Clearing his throat the shark guy nods slightly. "What's your quirk?" He asked and everyone else nodded at the question, the other boys were wondering the same thing, not having enough courage to ask, well besides the ash-blonde, but his pride got in the way.
Misaki made a sound similar to the sound Kirishima had witnessed bakugou make many times in annoyance and he realized that he had made a mistake asking that first. "In what world is my power and age more important than the simplest thing to ask someone? My name, that is what you should have asked me first. 'What is your name?' it's not all that hard." She said expressionlessly as he puts the rest of her sandwich in her container, shoving it back into her lunch bag, before stalking away from the group.
…..
Principal Nezu watched the exchange through the window, his intelligent eyes following the young girl as she stalked away from the group of boys. They all had been through a lot, last year had been troublesome for the boys, just as her whole life had been before UA.
Turning towards Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Nezu sighed, his small hands tugging at the tall man's baggy jeans making Yagi look away from the group of boys and towards his boss. "Are you okay, Nezu?" He asks and the short chimera (3 animals in one) nods as Yagi lifts him up and puts him on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm quite alright Toshinori, thank you for asking. Can you please carry me to class 2-A? I would like to get Tsumuko to open up more in front of her class, and I have a feeling it will be easier with me there."
Nodding Yagi jogs to his successors' classroom. Knocking on the door as he hears Yamada's (Present Mic) loud voice halt and his face appears in the window and sighs, opening the door for the duo. Walking in, Yagi catches Izuku's gaze for a fraction of a second, nodding before turning towards the desk in the front, setting Nezu down on it, and goes to stand next to Yamada in the corner.
Nezu stands tall on the desk, looking around the classroom with a grin that soon falters as he realizes the Misaki has faded into the background once again, her earbuds jammed into her ears, no music is most likely on. She's just there sitting in silence.
Sighing he wraps his fingers together before speaking, "Tsukumo," he says, her head immediately snapping up at the mention of her name from the small animal. "Ahm so you were listening," all he gets is a grumble, and the smile falls completely off his face, "I've come here to get you to be more open with the class, maybe make some friends?" A laugh vibrates through the room as everyone glances at the small girl in the middle of the class.
"Why though?" She asks, her voice seemly radiating innocence, something that he was at first very uncomfortable with, but with time found that it's just what comes with the high intelligence, she may be very smart, but she was sheltered for a good portion of her life, making her knowledgeable, but people stupid.
"Because," he started, hopping down off the desk and walking to the middle of the room taking hold of her hand before continuing, "I have watched you grow from a little girl too, well an older still small girl, so please let me do this for you." He said in a soft voice that the students of class 2-A had only heard a few times before.
"Oh…" she murmured, trailing off, she trusted the small animal as much as she didn't like to admit it, nodding to herself she looked up with a blank expression that would rival Todoroki, "Okay, how do I start?" She asks and Nezu lets out a sound of joy as he walks to the front climbing onto the desk once again.
"Come up here dear," he said and she nodded, slipping out of her seat in her shorts and hoodie, having expected to be exercising and taking the entrance exam right now. "Why don't you start with your name?" He says and she takes a deep breath before turning towards her future classmates.
"My names Tsumuko Misaki, and I am your new classmate."
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Misaki walked home with tears in her eyes, her dorm hadn't been ready quite yet so she had been sent home. Except she didn't want to go home, she didn't want to go to the dark rooms and long hallways, the creaking of occasional wood panels being stepped on with a ghost touch. Being alone was what was worse though, her mother was in America, her father somewhere in Tokyo with her siblings, they were all pro heroes.
Her father was the pro hero Magma, having the ability to produce and disintegrate magma, in liquid form or rock form, being able to turn into it himself. Ranked number fifteen in Japan, thirtieth in the whole world.
Her older brothers were the pro hero duo Thick and Thin, having the ability to manipulate earth. Thick could make anything bigger, even himself. Thin could make anything smaller, say they needed to save a bunch of people, thick would just make his hand huge, and thin would make people small so they could save them all. Thankfully neither had bad drawbacks.
Her mother, well her mother was her only unknown, all Misaki knew about her was that she goes to America, spends a year there, then comes back to Japan while her father goes for a year, the cycle continues on and on. Until one day, she found no one home.
Her brothers were in Tokyo with their father at his hero tower, and Misaki felt a wave of loneliness come over her like a tsunami, her chest constricting and her breathing getting shaky. This had happened before, more than once or twice. Every single time she had passed out, her vision getting blurry she whimpered before her head hit the ground and she passed out.
…..
Thick and Thin bounced in excited as they drove down the road towards their former home, they wanted to surprise their little sister Misaki. But once they got to the mansion they went deadly silent as they noticed it was pitch black inside.
Slamming the doors shut they sprinted up to the door banging as they shouted for her to come down, hoping, praying that she was safe at home and just asleep. They both froze solid when the door opened, their pounding having opened in on accident. They saw their little sister on the ground, the deep crimson liquid around her head on the ground. Rushing over to her Thin looked at his twin, silently yelling at him to call 119 (911 in Japan for those who don't know) to see that he was already doing it, speaking in hushed words as he gave the address.
Thick looked own at his youngest sibling, he knew she had attacks like this, but he didn't know that she passed out from them. How many times had this happened before and he didn't know? He hung up 119 since he knew that they were coming and walked over to his sister taking Misaki out of Thin's arms and held her close to his chest carefully. Looking down at her, he noticed that her cream-colored hair was trained pink with blood. Stroking her cheek softly he sniffled a sob out.
Not at all caring that his white shirt was getting soaked with her blood.