We all sat in a circle, talking and laughing. I was having the time of my life, watching everyone laugh at someone's joke, everyone was so jovial.
It was inspiring.
"And then he insisted that he was the best, and the rest of us were just extras!" Sero exclaimed.
"That sounds like Bakugo, no doubt." I say, causing some people to laugh, before it all died down.
Aizawa looked over at me from across the circle and smiled.
"You know, you look exactly the same kid." He says. Everyone turns to look at me.
"You know, you look a lot older old man." I retort. A few people chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I can still see that girl sitting in the back of my classroom, reading some book in English." I smile.
"Can you guys actually tell the story of how you guys met? And how (L/N) went to U.A., yet we never knew her?" Yaoyorozu asked kindly.
Aizawa and I look over at each other, unsure.
You'll have to tell them someday. Why not now?
Wʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ? Hᴜʜ? Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ?
You can't hide it forever.
"Well, just like you guys, I took the tests and I battled the robots. I got accepted to U.A. a year before you guys did." I look down, smiling to myself. "That's we're I met Aizawa and Midnight, all the other pros. Nezu and I were extremely close, closer than I was with the other teachers.
"Even All Might and I got close when he came to teach during my second year."
"So your the girl that ate with him at lunch on Wednesday's!" Midoriya exclaimed. I laughed loudly.
"Indeed I was, Midoriya. He always told me about his star student. The one that treated him like a father, the one he treated like a son. I always wanted to meet you, but he never told me which student it was." I smile at Midoriya. "And now I know him."
"I-I Don't kn-know what s-say! Thank you
(L/N)! I'm truly honored! And please call me Izuku!" He says, flushing and stuttering. I chuckle.
"Then call me (Y/N), Izuku." He flushes even redder if that was possible.
Everyone laughed a bit at Midoriya's expression, except for Bakugo, who huffed in jealousy. I wink at him, causing him to look away.
I'm caught of guard when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID to find that Chiharu is calling me.
"I'm terribly sorry, work. If you'll excuse me."
"Of course!" Kirishima exclaims, smiling his toothy smile. I walk away from the group and into a small corner.
I accept the call.
"Hello?"
"(Y/N)? Thank god! Did you finish the Blue Ridge report?" She asks, obviously frantic.
"I did, why?"
"I can't find it!"
"Ok Chiharu, take a breath and calm down. Why are you even at the office? Your hours are over."
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The Analyst
Fanfiction❝ I'M TECHNICALLY A LAWYER TOO, BUT WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT. ❞ It was easy. Get to the hero who saved the victim, ask a few questions, get to the victim, ask a few more questions. Threatening to get the number two pro hero fired and...
