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The door closed with a sharp click that echoed throughout the apartment. Izuku stood motionless, feeling the sound sever the last tie to the outside world. Yu threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. The metallic clatter was sharp, a burst of violence in the tense silence. She didn't even take off her jacket. "Do you want me to make some dinner?" Izuku asked, his voice sounding strange, too formal. It was a stupid question, a peace offering he knew would be rejected. "I'm not hungry," she replied…-
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Izuku's smile was so bright and sincere that, for a moment, he almost managed to convince everyone of his logic. For a split second, his proposal that Yu Takeyama—a rookie hero, the subject of a national scandal, and currently the most stressed woman in Japan—should become a teacher at U.A. almost sounded like a reasonable idea. It was a very, very short split second. It shattered the moment Yu's jaw, which had gone slack with sheer disbelief, snapped back into place with an audible "click". Her…
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"So? Have you decided if the concrete in Gym Gamma is superior to any other you've seen?" Nemuri's teasing voice pulled Izuku from his reverie. He was so focused on his cappuccino, stirring the foam with a small spoon, that he hadn't realized he'd been silent for nearly a minute. "It's not that simple," he replied, looking up with complete seriousness. "The one in Field Beta is designed to be replaced in sections. It's cheaper, more modular. You can destroy an entire wall and have a new one in under…
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The last trace of Mirko's laughter faded, leaving behind a silence as vast and heavy as the Dome of Destruction itself. The rabbit hero's departure had sucked all the chaotic energy from the place, leaving Yu and Izuku alone amidst a landscape of wounded concrete and twisted metal. The adrenaline, that glorious, burning drug that had made her feel invincible, retreated from her veins like a tide, and what was left on the shore was the pain. It was not a sharp pain, but a deep, dull protest from…
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Nemuri stretched and rolled her shoulders. Despite her laid-back attitude, she felt genuine curiosity. She looked at the boy behind her, so focused he seemed unaware of everything else. “Nervous, Midoriya-kun?” she asked in a gentler tone than usual, without her professional flirtation. “It’s not every day someone tries to alter a pro hero’s Quirk.” Izuku blinked and came out of his concentration. “No. I’m not nervous,” he replied calmly. “I’m focused. Theory is one thing and…
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The sound of the slap sharp and definitive hung in the alley's stale air. It echoed off the damp bricks and overflowing dumpsters before fading, leaving a thick silence. Yu Takeyama stood motionless, her back to him, her gigantic form now reduced to its normal size. The heat rising up her neck wasn't just from her Quirk's decompression; it was pure, searing shame that burned her ears. It wasn't the pain, which was negligible, nor the humiliation of the act itself. It was the audacity. The absolute,…
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Yu froze. she knew that voice. It was a voice she’d heard shouting in triumph at hero award ceremonies, whispering taunts during interviews, and speaking with a confidence that had always gotten on her last nerve. Slowly, she raised her head. Leaning against the edge of their booth, a half-eaten hamburger in one hand and a predatory smile on her lips, was Nemuri Kayama. Her civilian attire, a tight leather jacket and jeans that looked custom-made, was every bit as striking as her hero…
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Izuku's idea of a place to celebrate a heroic debut didn't involve linen tablecloths or waiters in bow ties. His logic, as peculiar and direct as he was, operated on a much more fundamental axiom: a great achievement deserved a great meal. And the best, most honest food wasn't hiding in restaurants with unpronounceable French names, but in places where the air was thick with steam and the sound of happiness was the clatter of chopsticks against bowls. That was why, to Yu Takeyama's surprise, he led…
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The offer hung in the air of the apartment, suspended between them with the weight of an impossible promise. Forget the dogs. Work for me. The proposal was so absurd, so direct, that for a moment Izuku Midoriya's brain, the very same one that had just cataloged a professional heroine's rear as "exhibition quality," refused to process it. He just stared at her, at Yu Takeyama, the woman who an hour ago was a twenty-meter colossus and now seemed almost small on her own living room sofa. Her face…
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On the solitary peak of I-Island, the afternoon sun reflected off the pristine metal and crystal surfaces, creating an almost blinding glare. Inside a lab with high security, the only sound was the soft hum of servers and the occasional beep of a monitor. The face of David Shield, framed by his glasses and blond hair, showed deep concern. The holographic screen in front of him flickered with slight interference, displaying the gaunt, skeletal image of his best friend thousands of miles away. "I don't…
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Izuku Midoriya's life smelled of dog shampoo and broken dreams. Specifically, "Gentle Oatmeal Formula for Sensitive Coats" and the vague stench of a failed bodybuilder's disappointment. Every morning, when he looked in the mirror, he didn't see the future Mr. Olympia he had imagined in his adolescent delusions of grandeur. He saw a fifteen-year-old boy with an untamable mop of green hair, a constellation of freckles, and a physique that screamed 'I try' rather than 'I'm a Greek god.' It was all his…
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The walk back to Yu’s apartment was noticeably different from the walk there. The adrenaline from the debut and the tension of the chaotic alleyway encounter had dissolved in the warmth of the restaurant, replaced by a different atmosphere. It was a heavy silence, but strangely, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that follows a storm, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and the surreal events of the last few hours. They walked side-by-side under the neon lights of Musutafu,…
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“There you are.” Asta stepped through the door of the little clinic and immediately set a beeline for her friend lying in one of the medical beds. As she went, her heels clicked over the floor, and she removed her hands from her coat now that she was out of the cool, autumn air. “Here I am,” Stelle replied with a smile on her face. “Cheery as ever too, even after getting injured.” After she came to a stop next to the bed, Asta looked over the other girl intently. Stelle had a…-
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Da Li's sky was slightly dark, the snow had yet to start falling, though it was cold enough already. The imperial physician Shun was still in the palace, having been summoned to check on the young crown prince's health. The three years old boy was said to have been having a fever for the last hours which was of great concern to the Empress. With etiquette and responsibilities that being an imperial physician obliged, physician Shun performed his duty, his face a mask of a smile as he talked words of…-
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The saying goes like this, storms gather without warning in nature and bad luck befalls men overnight. That was then. This is now. Life is but a cruel reality. *** Wen Muling really never saw it coming, which was true enough. At twenty-seven, she was still an apprentice compared to her colleagues, a fact that didn't make her any less talented, competent or well-sought neurologist. She grew up in a big family, renowned for their traditional medicine. However, as much as she liked using herbs and her…
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The courtyard was alive with murmurs. Students clustered along the stone steps, voices carrying easily in the crisp autumn air. “If it were me, I’d never come back.” “Well… ten years is a long time. Perhaps Lord Edmund simply wanted something else.” “Lady Lillian is darling. So much sweeter than Lady Valmont.” Lucian let the chatter pass him by. His lips curved in the gentle smile expected of him, though his thoughts strayed elsewhere. That engagement had been forged when they were…-
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