![]() ![]() “Greetings! I am Principal Nedzu, the small and very cute head of this school!” What even is he? Atsushi frowned to himself. Oh, is this Nedzu? I didn’t realize he would be a.wait. A small animal climbed onto the table from within the scarf, and smiled at Izuku and Atsushi. “Yes, quite interesting indeed!” came a voice from a man's scarf. “You’re just in time! We’re discussing this very interesting situation that we’re in!” There was a pretty lady close to the door, wearing a very revealing outfit, was that a whip-, One had tall, blonde hair, with headphones around his neck, while another seemed to be a literal block of cement with eyes and a mouth. “Uh, Principal Nedzu? You have a visitor.” The door swung open, and to Atsushi’s surprise, he saw Dazai, Kunikida, and Fukuzawa seated around a table with multiple odd looking adults. Classrooms? Izuku led him to an office, where he nervously knocked on the door. They entered a building that was connected to another with a sort of bridge, and walked down a hallway lined with doors. Luckily, this other student, the one with green hair and freckles, seemed to be much more willing to help. Third, he had run into a student with spiky blonde hair, who had first called him shitty hair (Atsushi didn’t think his hair was that bad), cursed him out for asking where Nedzu was (Apparently he should have known), and finally stormed away. Second, he was separated from Dazai and Kyoka, who he’d been on a mission with. First, Atsushi was transported out of Yokohama into Musutafu at this mysterious school, and he had no idea how. “I’m Atsushi Nakajima, pleasure to meet you.” “Izuku Midoriya, what about you?” The stranger gave him a small smile. “Oh, by the way, I didn’t catch your name, what should I call you?” the boy asked, snapping Izuku out of his trance. What kind of business does he have with Principal Nedzu? Izuku wondered to himself. “Thank you so much, it’s kind of important.” “Oh, the principal? I can show you his office!” “I’m looking for a Nedzu?” Izuku blinked. “Sorry, I think I’m lost.” The boy laughed nervously. What’s up with the wonky bangs? He’s quite pale, isn’t he? I wonder what his quirk is. He took a closer look at the stranger's face. Who is this guy? I’ve never seen him around the school before. Standing back up, he handed them to Izuku, his hand shaking slightly. “No, no, I should have moved out of your way.” the stranger said, hurriedly picking up the papers. “I’m so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I’m sorry-” Izuku looked up into the face of a bewildered boy, who appeared to be a couple years older than himself. As he turned the corner, he ran into someone, scattering his papers on the floor. Izuku was wandering on the street on his way back to the dorms, reviewing his notes for the quiz the next day. ![]()
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