Chapter 1
Nedzu was pacing back and forth within the walls of his office thinking about what to do next. He didn’t know what to do, which is quite shocking if Principal fucking Nedzu, couldn’t think of a plan. Nedzu didn’t stop pacing until he did, he went over to his desk grab a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write as if there’s no tomorrow. When he finished writing, he folded the paper and took out a lighter from one of the drawers. The lighter a dark shade of green and had a silver fox on it, he lit the lighter and burned the paper but there were no ashes falling onto the desk. Nedzu leaned back into his chair after the paper burned, ‘I hope she receives my letter. ’ He sighed and stared at the ceiling before hopping off his chair and left his office.
Somewhere along on one of the many mountains in Japan, stood a shrine with statues of foxes at both ends, inside the shrine stood a person humming to themselves tidying up the inside of the shrine. As they continue cleaning, a burst of flames appeared before disappearing as fast as it came, revealing a letter in its wake on top of the dinner table. The person turns their eyes to the table to see the letter, “Oh?”, they came closer to the table and pick up the letter and begin to read it. They smile after reading the letter, “Oh Zukun...”, they put the letter back on the table and walks to another room in the shrine.
They came back with a piece of paper and pen, they sit down in the chair before writing away. "Done!”, they smile as they finished writing, they fold the paper before burning it in their teal flames. “I’ll see you soon, Zukun”. They look out the window before going into a different room.
Aizawa was not happy, at all, he was resting like he was told to and then all of a sudden Nedzu decides to hold a meeting. And it didn’t help that his injuries would start to itch like hell whenever he moved, which is what he’s doing because he can’t seem to get in the right place in the chair. Yamada and Kayama were giving sympathetic looks, but it seemed to only irritate him more. “Why the fuck did you call this meeting for Nedzu?” Aizawa growled as he asked because of his irritation. Nedzu seemed to ignore his attitude, “I called this meeting because all of you will be meeting a good friend of mine,” he replied excitedly, his tail wagged behind him as he mentioned his friend.
“And why do we need to meet this friend of yours, sir?” Ishiyama, Cementoss, asked wearily. Nedzu smiled mischievously, “Oh~ you’ll see when you meet them.”, some teachers shivered at his smile knowing that whoever this friend is, will probably be more chaotic than Nedzu. Aizawa huffed, “Well, this friend of yours is sure taking a damn long time to get here,”, he crossed his arms and leaned back into the chair despite how uncomfortable it is. Just as Nedzu was about to open his mouth to speak a voice echoed through the room, making the heroes alert.
“My, I didn’t think you would have such impatient friends, Zukun”, the voice spoke in such a teasing and playful tone. The heroes in the room stood up highly suspicious of the voice, except for Nedzu who sat there drinking tea from who knows where. “Ara~ such a lively bunch,” then a little tornado of sakura petal formed on the table, making the heroes cover their faces due to the winds.
“It’s nice to see you again, Izu,” Nedzu said in a calm matter not bothered with the mini tornado. Then it stopped, the petals slowed down, and as they fell they faded into nothing. “It is isn’t it?”, once all the petals disappeared, they revealed a person standing on top of the table. Aizawa stared at the person, mesmerized by her beauty and the aura of elegance she emitted. She had long green flowing hair that ended at her feet, a body that would make models and idols jealous for, pale white skin that seemed to glow against the sun from the windows. Her face adorned with freckles looking as if each on purposefully placed there with a scar on her left eye starting from the brow end at her cheek and finally her eyes, Aizawa felt as if he could get lost within those eyes, it was a beautiful shade a green looking like emeralds they had a shine to them similar to a star and he found it so beautiful.
She then smiled, and Aizawa felt weak against it, “It is a pleasure meeting you all,” she bowed before standing up again, “I am Izuka, at your service.”
And only this Aizawa could think as of was, “Fuck...”