❝ You're fucking weird ❞
❝ I was never normal to begin with❞
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Azami Yamada-Aizawa, or Azami Aimada, is the biological child of the two pro heroes known as The Voice Hero: Present Mic, and The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head, also known as Hizashi Yamad...
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The booming noise of fireworks accompanied by the loud and excited chattering or both ordinary civilians and pro heroes alike filled the once quiet campus of the most prestigious school in the East of Japan, U.A. High School.
The bustling of the people below the large building in the center of the large campus grew louder and louder, some voices and shouts even reaching as far as the top floor of the school, albeit it sounded more like hushed whispers.
The principal's office was cold and quiet, with only one occupant inside the large domain.
And this person was certainly not the small mouse-like creature.
She had long, white hair that reached all the way down to her thighs. Her pristine white locks were tied neatly in a waterfall braid and small crystals of different colors, shapes, and sizes adorned the beautiful intertwining locks of hair, giving it more color than before.
The girl wore a black tank top with an x-cross style at the back, exposing much of her pale skin, but not too much. A white jacket with cream colored, fluffy fur outlining the collar rested around her elbows, since she didn't bother pulling it over her exposed shoulders.
Black leggings with side lacing were worn on her lower half, paired with black over-the-knee boots with heels that made the one wearing them seem taller than she actually was.
Her outfit would've been considered quite casual, if it weren't for the accessories that came with them.
Silver claw-rings adorned her hands, the tips as sharp as knives. They were held together by thin chains that ran down her hand to the bracelets secured on her wrist. They looked manacing and could clearly do a lot of damage with just a simple swipe.
Her face was also partially obscured by a black masquerade mask with golden assets and two horns with red tips protruding out from both sides of the mask. The object even made her eyes seem hidden behind the shadows of the holes carved out specifically for them.
Or perhaps it was just the dark makeup that she wore around her eyes.
Faint scars adorned her shown skin, peppering her pale complexion like tiny stars in the night sky. The most evident of these scars was the one on her shoulder. It was a long line that ran from her right shoulder blade all the way across to her left shoulder. It looked newer than her other fading wounds, given the underlying redness it still had.
A small black choker rested around her neck, a crown shape engraved onto the front in golden lines.
The way this girl stood screamed authority and power, her shadowed eyes gazing over the people below the ground. It was as if she was judging them in a condescending manner, when, in reality, she was simply watching them scurry about towards the area below and wondering about what the day's events could hold for her.
