（𝐗𝐈𝐕.）𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

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IT WAS ANOTHER BRIGHT SUMMER DAY FOR THE KARASUNO TEAM. A bright day indeed. It wasn't so bright, however, for the lost girl, standing alone in the middle of nowhere. Well, at least for her it was in the middle of nowhere.

People roamed around the streets, some on bikes while others in cars. And yet Bakugou F/n stood on the concrete pavement.

F/n sighed, looking around awkwardly, hoping that it would be the last time she would do so.

But help did come to her at last.

"F/n-chan!" a quite familiar tone called her.

She turned her head and faced a recognisable running brunette along with the spiky black-haired male.

"Hello...?" she muttered.

"What are you doing here alone?" the black-haired boy asked. This wasn't the first time she had heard him talk. He spoke to her a sentence in the food court last time.

"Um..." she mumbled, not wanting two strangers to know her problem, "Who are you?"

"I'm Oikawa Tooru!" the brunette introduced, "And this is my best friend, Iwa-chan."

"Iwaizumi Hajime," the black-headed boy corrected, sending a glare to his friend, "We're from Aoba Johsai."

"Aoba... Aoba Johsai..." the girl repeated and Oikawa thought 'kawaii!'.

"Who were you with?" Iwaizumi asked.

"K... Karasuno," she responded, making Oikawa grunt and being hit by Iwaizumi.

"Iwa-chan! That hurt!" Oikawa whined, rubbing his head.

"Be respectful!" his friend scolded.

"But I am!" he retorted, earning another slap. F/n looked from Iwaizumi to Oikawa and back to Iwaizumi as they interacted.

"Why don't we lead you to Karasuno?" Iwaizumi suggested, ignoring the wailing Oikawa.

"Okay," she slowly nodded.

As they walked towards Karasuno High, Oikawa, being himself, got distracted by the shop that sells milk bread.

"Can we take a break?" the brunette asked hopefully.

"No," Iwaizumi said.

"But why? I'm hungry!" Oikawa complained.

"Shut up, Trashykawa," he said, "We have to bring Bakugou-san back."

"Just call me F/n," she said.

"Can we stop for a moment, F/n-chan?" Oikawa asked.

The attention that turned to the blonde girl made her wince. She, for sure, disliked being under pressure to make such a decision.

"U-uh... Sure?" she responded but quickly added, "If Iwaizumi-san is okay with it, of course."

Iwaizumi sighed. "Fine."

Oikawa cheered and speed-walked towards the shop while F/n let out a sigh in relief. She still had her limbs attached and that's what she cared about the most.

"Ushiwaka?!?" Oikawa's scream was heard from inside the shop, causing the two other high schoolers to rush in there.

"Oikawa," said the tall muscular boy. He turned to Iwaizumi and F/n, "Iwaizumi." He then laid his eyes on the short girl, unable to recall her name and decided to greet her with a nod.

F/n returned the nod, which made Oikawa's anger rise even more.

"What are you doing here?!" Oikawa demanded.

"I was accompanying Tendou," he responded. Oikawa breathed heavily, glaring at the taller male.

"I have to say, Oikawa," he continued, "You should've come to Shiratorizawa."

Oikawa groaned loudly at the statement he grew hatred for. "Shut up! Just, shut up!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, Miracle boy," a cheerful toned voice filled the girl's ears and out came a red-headed male.

"Kirishima?!" F/n wondered loudly and that was when she saw the boy's face. Her skin grew red, redder than Tendou's hair if that's possible. Oops, wrong person.

'Could this day get any worse?!' the poor girl thought as she felt the stares of the tall boys lay upon her.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

"Location detected," the computer monotonously voiced, "Japan, Miyagi Prefecture, Tōhoku region."

Heads turned towards the man sitting in front of the computer with a black screen and green lines. Shock turned quickly to cheers and the Present Mic quickly rushed towards Aizawa's class to inform them.

UA High had been trying to figure out the location their student was transported to by a certain brunette. It was certainly a miracle how they managed to track her down.

The large door swung open and Aizawa and Present Mic both stood there panting, well, the loud hero was.

"You found her?" Aizawa asked, walking towards the male.

"Yup!" Kawamura said, popping the 'p'. His eyes scanned the information displayed in the computer as a smirk started growing larger and larger on his face.

The teachers gathered around him. Him, being the only one who understood the language the computer gave out. Nezu would probably have trouble reading it as well but he currently wasn't present at the gathering.

"What is it?" Midnight asked, curiously looking at the smiling man.

"Oh, nothing," he laughed slightly, making the teachers exchange glances.

"What is nothing?" Aizawa irritatingly asked. Kawamura turned his chair to face the UA staff.

"Well, you see, Aizawa-sensei," he mockingly stated, "It's just that... UA is not as prestigious as I thought they were."

"What do you mean by this, Mr Kawamura?" Cementoss asked sceptically.

"Hah! Well," Kawamura stood up, "Isn't it odd how you pesky heroes just let a mysterious man come to UA High in desperate need of finding their precious student?"

The brunette laughed and the teachers started to raise their suspicion for the man. Aizawa quickly captured him with his scarf and held tightly onto it, activating his quirk.

"Wow, easy boy," Kawamura laughed.

"You betrayed us," Present Mic frowned.

"Oh, no, no," he denied, "You were the one who's at fault in this. You were the one who let me in. You were the one who trusted me and let me use your computer and let me have more excess."

"But that's all in the past," Kawamura stated, "They said forgive and forget, eh? Well, I think you should do that. Anyways... I have to go now."

A black hole appeared in their office, the heroes got into their fighting stance while Kawamura just winked at them. "See ya."

The pro heroes activated their quirks but the hole swallowed him whole and not a single scratch landed on him.

Aizawa clenched his jaws, forming his hands into a fist. He knew he was blinded by his own greed. No, his fear.

His fear of losing his student. His student whom he had been watching since the start of the year. His student had a lack of emotional support.

It was his fault.

And no one can deny it.

[ e d i t e d ]

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