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I’m cursed. I wanted to write a short drabble about Satoru’s first evening at the dorm and it ended up as a ten pages long text. Why can’t i keep things short??

Anyways, here is the text, if you want to read it. There are as many ocs as i could place in, maybe you’ll recognize one of yours? Some are not named.

In this text you’ll also know why Mahô is probably gonna get a burnout.

Satoru had been careful.

When he decided to go to UA, he was determined not to use his father and mother’s influence to get in. No recommendation for him. He went to both written and practical exams and by some miracles, passed. But that was not the end. He was no way near ashamed to be named Todoroki, quite the contrary, he was very proud to be the adopted son of Shouto. But he didn’t want to be recognized only as such on his first day of school. So he introduced himself as Satoru, no last name, to his new classmates. Since it was only first day, all teachers asked them to make a speech to present themselves in front of the class, he had a full day and a night at the dorm before the inevitable revelation during tomorrow call. He was planning to use the opportunity to its fullest: make a good impression so his name would not change their opinion of him. Of course, Aizawa noticed his efforts and asked to speak with him about it. He called the plan idealistic, but at least Satoru seemed to know that it was only temporary, so he let this go without breaking his cover.

-Just tell Shouto and Momo about it, so it doesn’t break their hearts when they hear about it and assume things wrong.

He promised, knowing that it was right. His parents were the best, but they had the tendency to get wrapped in their own heads and convince themselves silly things. Like Shouto and his hand-crushing-curse. Then he went back to the dorms.

Satoru had been extra careful, and so far nothing went wrong during his plan. That’s why when he found a big crowd in front of the building, it took him by surprise.

There were a lot of people; not only first years, but also second and third, if uniforms were any indication. They were chatting loudly, trying to get a sneak peak of the inside of the dorm, some even using their quirk to elevate themselves above the other and get the best point of view. Satoru gulped, and tried to see if he could recognize any of them. There were no Eri or Kouda to explain him what was going on, but he noticed Tsubaki and what must had been Max -once upon a time- in front of the main door. Unfortunately, Tsubaki noticed him too, and his expression went from desperate to hopeful in one second:

-SATORU THANKS GODS YOU’RE HERE. HELP ME!

Satoru shouldn’t be able to hear him, from this distance, and he doubted anyone but him heard that plead, actually. That was Tsubaki’s power, mastering the sound and especially his voice. Satoru had known him for years now, and he couldn’t abandon him. The guy was shy and extremely awkward when he had to talk to more than two people at once. There were definitely more than two people at once talking to him right now. He could hear comments and remarks from the crowd that would do nothing but throw off the interlocutors already such as “There are so few first year, what happened?” or “This promotion don’t look strong”!

I’m supposed to be a hero in training now, I have to help.

So Satoru took a deep breath, repressed the urge to lie down on the ground and play dead to go and help his friend. Tsubaki was a mess, unable to say anything but “thank you” and “sorry” at this point (and the fact he was still talking at all impressed Satoru, a few year back he would had just shut up and cried). He hugged Satoru back and then put his hoodie on his pink hair, and drew the elastic so his whole face disappeared into the hoodie. That was the sign that he was not going to say anything anymore. Max, another friend of Satoru, was already a wax puddle on the ground, so he couldn’t count on him either.

What a bunch of heroes we are, sighted Satoru as he turned to the crow and tried to give them his best smile.

-Y-Yes? What do you need?

-Is it true there’s a celebrity this year? Asked a redhaired girl, with stars in her eyes.

-Kojima, be more polite, hissed someone in the crowd with a authoritarian voice.

Satoru repressed a shiver, and looked away. Of course, the commotion had drawn every one of his classmates, even Mahô’s one, from the other building. They all stared, all ears. That couldn’t be worst.

-There is no such thing as a celebrity among us, he answered.

Because that was true; his parents were famous, but he was not. He was just some lost kid they took pity on and offered a better life. And even if he were their biological son (which he was not) his parents’ achievement were not his. He had no right to claim it. It was what he feared the most: people assuming he was extraordinary because of his name. He was already remembering Momo’s lesson about damage control when someone yelled:

-Come on, don’t hide her! We want to see the Shindo girl!

That pushed all coherent thoughts out of Satoru’s brain.

-What?

-The Shindo girl, repeated one boy. -She’s some kind of celebrity right? My sister is a fan, they say she’s going to be selected for the remake of Olympic games in two years!

Wow, way to go Satoru, at least, that should teach you some modesty, everything is not about you, he thought, almost laughing at himself. Those around didn’t care about the lesson there were giving him, nor for his relief, they still argued:

-Yeah! I googled her name on the internet, added one other boy with a blush. -She’s some kind of acrobatic diver, right? There was a lot of picture of her in swimsuit! She looked super cute.

This one needs googles asap, only concluded Satoru.

-Eh? I though she was a skater! I saw a video of a program in competition!

-She’s not acrobatic diver neither a skater moron, she’s a gymnast! That’s why they selected her even though she’s only 15, gymnasts’ peak is around that age! Yelled a girl second year.

-Guys, that’s the thing, she’s not selected for one sport, but for two! One for winter Olympic and one for normal and she’s training as a hero. That’s why they talked about her on news! She’s also the daughter of one hero, though I’ve never heard the hero’s name before…Someone knows who Omniscient was?

-Who cares as long as she still has to wear super sexy outfits!

Satoru blinked at the boy who made the comment. Honestly, if he really googled Mahô’s name, he should had seen some picture of her. He should had seen her fucking tights and abs. That was as attractive as a carnivorous flower’s scent: very deadly.

Some of his new classmates decided to help -bless them- and came closer. Ready to help. A girl -Shiori, if Satoru recalled right- Tried to put Max back into a human shape, but wax was spreading all over the floor already, melting even more. One boy that Satoru never saw before (he was probably in class A), stood up between them and the crowd, like a shield. He was sturdy, not as tall as Max were (when he had not melted) but still a bit taller than Satoru, and way more imposing. And, he looked like a rabbit his big bunny ears were hanging down on his shoulder. But what stroke Satoru the most were his fluffy curly hair that were almost calling him to pet it.

Lucky Satoru repressed the urge back. Certainly that was not the best way to introduce himself to someone; “Sorry you looked so soft I wanted to bury my head in your black furr” Yeah. Sounded more like a bad pick up line. Not that great as a hello.

Anyways the new boy managed to talk to the crowd like a boss:

-Shindo is not here right now, like you pointed out, she has a lot on her plate, she already left to train with one teacher named Kirishima, he explained with a clear, unwavering voice.

The crowd let out a sight of deception, and seemed to calm down for approximatively 2 seconds; Then they burst out again, yelling that they knew it, there was indeed a celebrity on school ground! Some even asked for the time Shindo would return so they could come back and ask her for an autograph. The rabbit guy apologized, and gave a word or two to those who seemed the sadder, before asking them to come back later.

He’s good at it, noticed Satoru. Well, it was difficult to be worst than Max -who melted as soon as a girl breathed in his direction- Tsubaki or him. So he told him:

-You’re great at handling people.

The bunny guy looked at him, and chuckled and that was the cutest sound ever.

-I’m from a family of twelve, believe me, this is nothing compared to get my little brothers and sisters to the bath.

Twelve?! How the heck do you survive?!

He must had been staring because a girl beside him giggled, and he suddenly felt self-conscious. Get it together Satoru, he ordered himself, you can’t loose it as soon as a cute face appear! Stay focus. But then cute-boy had to betray him in the cutes way. He hiccuped and then said aloud:

-Wait…I know your face, Shindo showed me a picture of you and her, aren’t you her best friend…?

Hell broke loose again. The red haired girl from the beginning grabbed his shoulder, and squealed:

-Is that true? This is so cool, could you ask an autograph for my brother? It would made him so happy!

That was at least a nice ask, unlike the other who followed just after it:

-If you’re her best friend, you should have PLENTY of picture of her in nice outfits! You have to show us all sexy ones!

Satoru almost choked on this one, and suddenly understood why Max melted and Tsubaki went back to mute mode -he was beginning to feel like lying in the ground and play dead again. Rabbit boy at least appeared to be regretful, and he tried to do his magic again, to tame the crowd, but with no success.

That’s the moment the one responsible of all of this mess decided to come back. Satoru spotted her first, thanks to his power and their bond, he always knew where she was and how she was. It took him not even a second to see her tiny figure 100 meters away, as she jogged back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this aspect of Satoru’s power was two-way down, and Mahô stopped jogging, surprised by what she was feeling. She noticed the crowd, and Satoru felt her frown as she continued to run but staying on the same spot, looking curious.

Satoru decided to have what he liked to call a telepathic discussion with her. Technically he couldn’t do that, he was just not that good with his power. But he could help her make the good connections, understands better what she was seeing and push her thoughts in the right direction. He stared and focused. The bond he shared with Mahô was one of the strongest, only second to the one he had with Shouto and Momo, she understood immediately. And he heard his thoughts as clear as the day. It went first as it was for him:

Why are there so many people in front of the dorms?

Then it turned into: Is that Satoru, Max and Tsubaki? Why are they the one handling the crowd, they are no social butterflies…

He pushed the clue into her brain, one that was already existing but she was trying really hard not to see ; the only link all four shared. Wait, if there are handling the thing together, does that mean I’m linked to the mess? It helped that she managed to see Satoru in particular and noticed that he was staring at her. Oh gods he is looking at me, and he seems really mad, why is he mad at me?

From there it was easy to conclude: Did I do something wrong?

And then she looked for mistakes she did -which was not so many, as far as Satoru could see from glimpses he had in her minds. She did stutter a bit during her introduction, was rude to a couple of people without wanting it. Then it clicked in Mahô’s mind. She realized that she said she was going to train for a competition to another girl before leaving class, that she had coaches she needed to meet to plan the training and her schedule around school time. Satoru focused on this thought alone and heavily insisted on it. Oh fuck. Mahô’s thoughts did nothing but halt all at the same time as she realized.

She looked again at the crowd and her mind repeated : Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She understood. Satoru smiled approvingly : Yes, now come and help me clear this mess, he pleaded her mentally. But then Mahô turned around and started running the opposite way.

YOU TRAITOR!

And honestly, Satoru was nowhere near his best friends’ athletic skills, there was no point to argue over this. Yet he still ran after and catch her by the collar. He didn’t even say a word of goodbye to his classmate and dashed forward, determined to not let her flee. Satoru rarely felt anger toward anybody but right now all he could think was Oh no don’t you dare try to get away!

His bond had the advantage to let him know immediately where she planned to take refuge, and being adopted in the Todoroki household allowed him to know the UA campus as well as his own home. He took a short cut and jumped on her back as she passed through a sneaky passage between the gymnasium and the pool.

-How could you run away!

She yelped as she hit the ground.

-I can’t believe you planned to let us handle YOUR mess! What kind of hero are you; running away from your responsabilities!

-Those are not responsabilities, those are fans that’s very different! Babbled Mahô with a nervous smile, trying to get away.

That would not work on him.

-Heroes must know how to handle fans, Mahô, and treat them well!

-BUT I SUCK AT IT!

This was a rare thing to hear, Mahô admitting she was not good at something. That let Satoru shocked enough for her to roll out of his grasp and stand back, ready to run again. But she didn’t and instead sputtered:

-I never know what I should do with my hands and feet when I’m with supporters…Should I shake their hands? Should I kick them?! I just…And I always say the wrong things and I come out rude! And-and…

-I’m sure it’s not that bad.

To be frank, Satoru was sure it was that bad, because Mahô rarely put filter on, and he already heard her say rude things with a smile and an innocent look.

-I gave ONE interview in my life Satoru. ONE. And apparently I said something SO RUDE, it made the buzz and the video is still somewhere on the internet even though it’s been FOUR YEARS.

-What the heck did you say?

-That I didn’t plan to be a professional sportwoman but a hero, that I was doing this for fun!

-Tell me you didn’t say that.

-OF COURSE I SAID IT SINCE IT WAS TRUE. WHY WOULD EVERYONE TELL ME IT’S WRONG?!

-BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS CRUSH ALL YOUR COMPETITORS AND THEY ALL PLAN TO BE PRO AND YOU SAY TO THEM YOU’RE ONLY FOOLING AROUND WHEN THEY ARE SERIOUS MAYBE?!

-WELL THEY SHOULD TRAIN MORE TO BEAT ME THEN?! IT’S NOT LIKE I TRAIN MORE THAN THEM AND I’M MORE TALENTED? THAT JUST MEAN THEY DIDN’T GO 100%?!

Satoru facepalmed and let out a tired sight. Indeed, she was rude and she didn’t know what to say to make it better. But the problem was still there: she was a celebrity -he still didn’t quite believe it, as for him she was forever Mahô, his best friend. And the job came with responsabilities.

-You have to see them, you know that, he said.

Mahô started sweating, guilty.

-Yes I know. B-But I kind of planned to meet them…you know, later? Like…after training.

-And when is that?

-A-Around 10 PM.

-On the first day of school?

She looked away. He probably hit spot on because her gaze avoided him at all cost. He could feel that she was lying without even the need to touch her. After a new sigh, he took her hand and started to drag her to the dorms. She knew better not to resist -she probably could handle him easily though.

-Satoru, pleaseee, don’t do that to me, I really, really suck at it! I will do whatever you want, I will do your homework, i-

-No thank you, don’t do my homework, I want a good grade. Anyways, it’s better to take off the band aid quickly. Just…Just smile okay? You can do that. You have the perfect smile on every picture!

-But then they will ask things and I will have to stop smiling to actually talk to them! What if I turn mute like Tusbaki? Or worst, what if I say rude things again and someone record it and put it on the internet? And what if they ask me for autograph? My calligraphy suck, I don’t know what to write beside my name…what if I made a typo on my OWN name?!

Satoru bit his lips. He thought of the boys in the crowd who called her sexy. What would they think now, staring at the weeny teenager with no-boobs, but a body so strong she could punch him before running away? (And he was thankful she did not do that, despite the fact she was actually considering it).

-It’s okay, Mahô. I’ll stay with you, okay?

-You’re no better than me in front of crowd, she lamented.

Spot on and rude. I’m trying to help you, you could at least be grateful!

-Yeah, he blurted, not denying. -But I’m good at knowing when you say something rude when you don’t. I can hear what you’re thinking before you actually go and say it. I will pinch you before you’re making the mistake. I will not have to say anything; just stand by your side and give you a sign when you’re going to far. That’s my forte, right? Why you wanted to become a hero with me right? We’re a team don’t forget it. Better start working as such and learn how to do it right away. This is why we came to this school for after all!

Mahô looked at him, eyes shining with emotion, and she suddenly jumped on her feet to pull him into a crushing hug. For a moment Satoru feared that she went for the “kill and run” option, but then she said;

-You’re the best friend ever and I love you! My hero!

He blushed and made a point to deny it. Because he was not a hero yet, and putting up with her shit did not turn him into one.

-Yeah. Yeah, now let go, we need to back to the dorms.

And they did. Of course, the crow was still there, even if they both wished they scattered out while they were away. (No luck urgh). Satoru took a step back and let Mahô on the frond, she gave him a helpless stare, as she was submerged by people. But he stood his ground and stayed right behind her back, at arm’s length, as he promised, he would help. Even if the crow was indeed fucking scary.

-You’re the Shindo girl?

-Is it true that you’re training for the planned new Olympic game?

-You’re tinier than in the clips!

-Can you do a backflip?

-I heard you laughed at the practical exams!

-I heard you bombed the written exam!

To be totally honest, Mahô did a great job and gave the crowd her perfect picture smile. He knew she had that in her, and was proud she was looking anything but nervous as she had been in front of him.(And he was even prouder that he allowed him to see her being nervous, that meant she trusted him) Everything was going smoothly. The redhaired girl from the beginning took a step in and managed to ask for an autograph, as she showed Mahô her notebook. Mahô looked at it, and her mind turned into a puddle of panic.

This is it! I thought they would ask for it! Help me Satoru I don’t know how to sign an autograph! My calligraphy SUCKS. What if I make a typo?! What if I spell my own name wrong?! I don’t want to sign. I NEED an excuse! I-I-

Satoru tried to pinch her before she opened her mouth, but he had underestimate his best friend’s speed.

-I don’t know how to write, Mahô said with a dead-serious-face. And her mind let out a scream that was very much like a pterodactyl’s agony screech.

Satoru pinched his nose instead of her and took a deep, deep breath. Okay. Okay. That was going to be harder than he previously thought. Lucky them, Mahô was in her sport gear, and so was not wearing any accessories on her, so none of them betray her state of mind. Her clothes, though, started to buzz off a bit, and wrinkle around her body, infected by the nervousness of its owner. That was no good at all. In no time her power was going to start affecting every object in the perimeter. So he did the only thing he thought off to make it better. He let out a nervous laugh.

-Ah-ah Mahô, that’s a good joke! Come on, let me handle that.

He took the notebook of the redhaired girl, who repeated with a smile “Oh, it was a joke!” and asked for her name and her brother’s:

-Because it’s for your brother you want this, right?

The redhaired girl nodded with a big smile on her face, fidgeting, hiding her hands behind her back as soon as he took the notebook.

-My name is Kojima. Koyuki Kojima, she whispered. And my brother is…

Satoru nodded and asked for the kanji, as he handled it to Mahô. It went better. When he felt like she was about to write it wrong he asked Kojima again, as if he was the one not hearing the kanji right. In the end, Mahô managed to write something without an error. It was simple words: for the Kojima family, and her name. Before Mahô handled it down, though, Satoru added:

-Thank you for your support!

And Mahô stood up, understanding the hidden message, and added it to the autograph before handling it to the owner. The redhaired girl didn’t seem to mind about the weak calligraphy and gave them a beautiful smile and thank you. It helped a lot, though, since the first contact went well, Mahô was feeling a bit less nervous. Everything after didn’t falter her new refound confidence. Not even the stupid comment about her sexiness in the outfit.

-I could show you some of my last costumes, if you like them so much, she bluntly said to a boy.

Which was a great move that Satoru approved.

-But I doubt they would suit you, though, she added without letting Satoru the time to pinch her again.

They had a lot of work to do, the strategy of pinching was not that good, she was just too fast. Thankfully, Kojima laughed, probably assuming it was a joke again, and so everyone went along with her. Anyways, they dealt with everyone without making a scandal (Momo would had been so proud of him) and before they knew it, they had said goodbye to the last supporter before dining time.

Satoru let out a sigh, and Mahô did the same.

-That was scary, she said.

But what was even scarier, thought Satoru, was the face of their classmates when they went back to the dorms. They were all scattered around, but surely, they didn’t miss a single thing, watching them behind the building glasses or a few steps away. Satoru didn’t recognize everyone so he assumed the whole two classes of the first years were gathered here. Gods. And he had wished for a peaceful first day!

-So. Huh, you’re really a celebrity, managed to mumble one of the boy in Satoru’s class. He was floating around in his spectral form, as he had been all day, and looked a bit puzzled. It threw Satoru a bit off, since he didn’t know the boy at all and couldn’t even touch him, Satoru had no clue about what he was thinking.

Mahô though, seemed to understand that she was on a bad start and whispered:

-Well, I wouldn’t call me a that…

-Oh? What would you call you off then? You’re very much like a celebrity. From what I gathered, you’re the favorite in not one, but two sports for the next Olympic games. First Olympic that would be held for years since the apparition of quirks! Television talked about you today!

The one who said that was another boy, from Satoru’s class, and his tone was full of venom even though it was said with a bold calmness.

-Y-Yeah, that’s so impressive! Immediately tried to desamorce some girl with brown hair and cheerful grin. Satoru appreciated her effort, he recognized her as the giggling girl from before. The one who had seen him freeze in front of bunny-boy.

-Y-You really are something else, added another girl, with redhair, looking nothing but embarrassed about her own words.

-I heard you’re also the daughter of a hero? That must helped a lot to get in.

Again, it was a stained comment, but this time it was made by a chubby girl with glasses. As the boy in Satoru’s class, she said it with a strange calmness, that made her words even colder. Mahô started to panic and Satoru immediately put a hand on a vase next to him. It had started shaking, echoing Mahô’s emotions. He had to find a way to make it back to safe grounds.

Even if they had been friends for more than five years now, it was actually the first time Satoru ever shared a class, even a school, with his best friend. He had known that she was not really the confident girl he met when on school ground, but knowing it and witnessing it were two different things. The Mahô he liked was a loud, cheerful, and blunt girl that was not afraid to say everything that pass through her head, and didn’t care about what other thought of her. But the girl beside him very much cared. Her thoughts though, were, as always, a mess:

What can I do, this is going all wrong. I have to say something to make everything better or I will have no friends here! (What can I say?) What did I even do wrong? (Maybe I should shut up). Yeah it’s better, i shouldn’t talk every time I did it made things worse. But if I did, I will have no friend? (Who care, I didn’t come here to make friends, I came here to become a hero!)...But three years is a long time though.(I have Satoru it should be enough). But he’s not in the same class as me, and we’re stuck for hours in class. (I have Max in my class, we’re not as close, but it’s still something like a friend I suppose?) It’s already hard enough to just sit around and do nothing but not having anyone to talk to? I suppose I could always go and call daddy between classes, if there is no one to talk to,( I would have to do it anyways). Or maybe I could train between classes too. (Doing stretches, we never do enough stretches). And maybe repeat my programs and figures. Yes I suppose I can make a do without any friends, but…(I don’t want to)!

It was hurting to hear her think that way. It hurt Satoru to see her give up before even trying. It was just not the girl he was used to. And he would not allow her to be isolated. But what can I do to help? He had no clue how to make it better either. He could see that there were people who were curious among classmates, but some had been very much hostile right away. Maybe I should just give up on those ones, and focus on the others. But it left a bad taste in his mouth, he didn’t like to cast anyone aside.

-Mahô’s father is not influent enough to help her get in UA, he said instead, hoping that it would help them see Mahô as an equal. -She passed the exams like everyone else in this room.

Max -who was back in human form- bit his lips, since it was not the case for him. But Satoru was surprised to see a girl with weird aquatic hair do the same. He would have liked for both of them to speak up and help, but he couldn’t reproch them not to either; acting like as a shield was nothing pleasant.

-Well, it looks like this year teacher decided to go for quality rather than quantity! Claimed the rabbit guy with a smile. -That’s great! I wish my family had the same mindset!

Satoru let out a small chuckle, and rabbit guy gave him a thankful glance in return. Surely, Satoru was the only one to get the joke, he doubted anyone knew that the rabbit-boy had twelve sisters and brothers.

A petite girl with snake skin came closer to Mahô, and though she avoided her gaze, she whispered:

-You will have you hands full, training as a hero and a sportwoman, are you sure you’re going to be okay?

Satoru decided he liked her a lot, she was showing some compassion. And Mahô thought the same, as she nodded, finding back her usual smile:

-Yes, don’t worry! I’ve been having competition since forever, and I’m on the junior league since I’m twelve, I’m used to it. Thank you for your concern though you’re cute!

Satoru saw how everyone from his class tensed up hearing the comment. She still had some work to do, to not look like she was rubbing off her greatness to their faces. But at least, people from Mahô’s class didn’t seem to mind -they probably heard worst from her during the day. One boy, with ink all over his face, managed to make sure the conversation didn’t end there and asked:

-What is it like to live with a hero, then?

Satoru let out a relieved sight, happy to see that it was going to end well, and he allowed to leave Mahô’s side and let her handle things. That, he would understand not even two seconds later, was a grave mistake. Because, once again, Mahô spoke without thinking and Satoru was too far away from her to pinch her in time so she could shut up.

-My dad is awesome, but he retired when I was nine so I don’t remember much of our everyday life when he worked. You should better ask that to Satoru, he’s the son of Shouto and Creati, he must knows better!

There was a dead silence and every face turned in his direction, giving a shocked look. Again, Satoru gave Mahô the look, sending him very annoyed thoughts via their telepathic conversation, and she seemed to understand her mistake. She put her hands on her mouth and repressed a “Oops!”

TRAITOR!

Yes “OOPS” he would have liked her better if she had put this damn hand on her mouth before speaking. But he didn’t say her it was a secret and she had no way to know. And as Aizawa said, the secret was going to be out tomorrow at best. (Still. He would have liked it to be tomorrow). He blushed, looked to the rabbit boy. That was also a mistake, too, he immediately regretted it. The boy was very much staring at him with a deadpan look.

Crap. This is bad.

Mahô tried to come to his rescue and correct her mistake only to make it worst:

-I mean, well yeah he is, you know, but…he’s like, huh. He’s not the only one though! Tsubaki is Recovery girl’s great grandson too, and Max is from a hero and diplomat family from another country too, you know so, it’s like, no big deal? Right?

Tsubaki very much decided to go back living in his hoodie, and his neighbor (Satoru remembered him introducing themselves as Kussan during class) looked quite bewildered by his reaction. As for Max, he started melting again, and a flower mutated girl let out a yelp as she was trying to protect herself from the boiling wax. Arya a girl from aquatic hair from his class reacted in time and used her power to bubble Max into a strange floating water. He could not melt if he was under water. -But apparently he couldn’t breathe either. Which was problematic and caused quite a commotion.

In front of the mess happening right before their eyes, the cold guy from before sighted, put back his glasses into place, and stated:

-Okay, does anyone else has another secret to share? Anything that could blow up to our face before tomorrow? Go ahead, it seems like it’s time!

To Satoru’s surprise, the spectral boy raised his hand and stated:

-Well, I’m not really here, physically I mean.

Satoru had been very careful, to make sure that he started off his first year at UA with a good start. In the end, his carefulness was in vain. But, as he heard his classmates laughing :

-We already know that, you’re an astral projection it’s given!

He decided that it was okay.

#my writing #bnha fanfic #ocs #lot of ocs #satoru todoroki #better care #mahô shindo #by the way i still need FOUR BOYS #so if anyone want to give one he's welcomed

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