๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐”๐‚๐Š?!? - 7

please don't kill me, here's your chapter ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ’”
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Y/N's POV


"The person with the lowest score is...Midoriya."


We all turn our heads to look at him and I feel a lil bad for the green bean as he starts to tremble and tears run down his face. Before I get the chance to go comfort him, jiggly puff gets to him first so I stay by off brand Violet Parr and Revelry in the Dark.


(Bad joke, ik jus shhhhhh)


"Oh yeah, no one's going home. It was a lie.


'The Fuck?!?'


"It was a trick to make you work your hardest."


"I already picked up on that. Oh sorry, should I have told you all?"


"UH YEAH!"


Of course this smart ass girl knew it was a lie. At least I don't gotta worry since I just so happened to place number 1. Mans sends Green bean to the Nurse's office and we all go back inside to finish the rest of our first day.


๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด ๐š‚๐™บ๐™ธ๐™ฟ~


The last period bell rings and before I can head to my locker, I get stopped by Bakugou.


"Oi Asshole!"


"Hmm? Oh hey blondie. Need something."


"I wanna know how the fuck you beat me today!"


"That's it? Well shit, I don't know, I just...did."


"Tch, you may have beat me today, but it'll be the last time I'll lose to you."


He basically yells his last sentence at me before walking away. My phone starts to vibrate and I pick it up to see a text from Isabella.


Bizzy Bee ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’•: I'm gonna walk home Kaminari and Mina today


Bizzy Bee ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’•: That okay?


Y/N: Yeah it's fine I'll ft u later


My hand starts to shake in nervousness as she's usually my guide to and from this new school but I'll manage. I walk outside to the front of the school and try to pull up directions to my house.


Before I could take off walking, these two tall ass mfs walk up to me. The blind smiling brightly, the purple haired dude slightly trembling.


"Hi! You're one of the first years right?"


"Yeah. Not to be rude or anything but um, who are you?"


"Oh right, we're third years. I'm Mirio Togata, this here is Tamaki Amajiki."


"L/N. Nice to meet you both."


My eyes flick from his to Amajiki's. He starts to blush a bit and I lick my lips before asking Togata directions.


"That's right on our way! We'd be glad to walk you!"


"If it's not any trouble, then sure."


He gives me a reassuring smile before guiding me home. We talk the entire way about random shit, mostly about what my life was like in America. He starts to talk about hero work, Amajiki pipping in sometimes and I smile a bit in admiration.


Eventually we reach my front porch and I wave them goodbye before looking for my keys.


"Shit!"


I remember that I didn't grab my keys off the hook so the only way I'm gettin in is if I break off the handle. I use my ice powers to freeze the handle before using all my force and kicking the door open.


My mom just stands at the door startled with a dish of jerk chicken dropped on the floor.


"Oh hi mom."


"...BOY I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST BREAK MY DAMN DOOR HANDLE! BRING YA ASS!"


"MOMMA I'M SORRY!"


๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด ๐š‚๐™บ๐™ธ๐™ฟ ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐™ฐ ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™ต๐™ต๐™ด๐š๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ ๐™ท๐™พ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด~


Todoroki's POV


"Shoto!!"


The devil himself yells for me from the dining room table. I stand at the kitchen entrance as he sits at the head of the table.


"I want to set you up for a quirk marriage. Do you have an idea of which your classmates has a powerful enough quirk?"


Instead of being taken aback by his words, I just start to think because he has brought up me in a quirk marriage before. My wanders to Yaoyarozu before coming to the conclusion of one person.


"So who will it be, Shoto?"


"..."


"Y/N L/N."


"...Have their family over for dinner tomorrow."


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Okay yeah so this chapter will m a y b e be the end of my hiatus, my 1st marking period is over so ion gotta stress bout homework anymore. I will now try to get back on my shit, might even start a new story for 2021๐Ÿ™ˆ


yeah but anywayssss ya bitch is back and better than ever


~Author Shay

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