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In which (Y/n) (L/n) gets adopted by an underground hero- Eraserhead. The plan was to become a hero, get her license, easy and simple, but eventual...
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the next day
"I know it's hard for you, (Y/n). But you have to own up to it!" (Y/n) sneered in disgust, trying to break away from Sir Night-Eye. "No! No way! I'm not doing it!!" Aizawa watched from his position of leaning against her door, so she wouldn't be able to escape. "Put it on!" The green haired man forcefully tugged the uniform's white button up on her body, but she struggled it off. "No! It's atrocious, I won't participate in such blasphemous fashion!! My reputation would completely crumble, I refuse!"
"I approve of you serving—not only as a pillar of society, but also a pillar of style and change. But it is about time you abide by the rules all of your classmates follow, whether it be bad style or not!" Mirai exclaimed, tugging the white button up back on over her white tank top. "Just because they're forced to dress like a Dollar Tree flight attendant doesn't mean I have to!" She floundered around like a fish as the man pulled the dark green skirt over her head and pulled it down to her waist.
She already had black spandex shorts under. They both fell to the ground at her violent movements, she quickly rolled away and ran towards the balcony doors. Before the tips of her fingers could even graze the glass door, she was snatched up by Aizawa's capture tape. She was pulled back and pulled into the stiff grey blazer by the black haired man. He then proceeded to aggressively tug the red tie around her neck and tie it for her in point three seconds time. She trembled slightly in anger.
The color scheme made her skin crawl when she caught a glimpse of it in her mirror. "Yes (Y/n), you do have to." Sir Nighteye held up black thigh high socks, she pouted angrily and looked away from him. Taking the socks from his grip. "Fine, you can leave now." She would just change into something more adequate when they left. "No," they stated in unison. "No?!" She repeated. "No." She grit her teeth and aggressively sat down on her bed, harshly tugging on the thigh high socks and grabbed her Jordan Retro 4 Black Cats from under the bed.
She tucked in the button up shirt in her skirt, grabbed her lipgloss, phone and earbuds and rushed past the older males. They looked at each other with a knowing look. Meanwhile the white haired girl kept her pouting to herself as she went down to the common room, not before taking a mirror picture on the traffic mirror placed on one of the top corners of the elevator and posting it on her Enstagram. She put an 'L' on one of the corners, deciding to be petty since she knew the males would see it.
