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There’s much that she finds she does not like, as she walks through the crowd of people and flashing cameras.
She doesn’t like leaving the grounds of her estate.
She doesn’t like the sound of shutters capturing her every move.
She doesn’t like the flashes of light blinding her.
She doesn’t like the general public whispering things they don’t know about.
She doesn’t like questions.
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“Ms. Yaoyorozu, your thoughts on the tragic anniversary of your parents passing?”
“Ms. Yaoyorozu, how have you taken the transition to being one of the youngest CEO’s?”
“Will you be as involved in the family business as your successful father?”
“Will you really be enrolling in UA?”
“How will you balance hero schooling and a business?”
“Are you considering selling stocks? Or passing down the reigns to someone more experienced?
“Are you attending UA to in memory of your deceased parents? To avenge them?’
“What is the nature of your quirk?”
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She hates the questions. But she doesn’t let it show.
After all, if they capture any discomfort, it’ll be perceived as a weakness; weaknesses can be exploited. Not that she necessarily had any at the moment…not anymore, she thinks darkly.
Her guards split the sea of bodies and she keeps her head bowed in humility and she walks with a practiced grace of mourning.
The trek to the entrance of the building seems longer than it should, but as she finally climbs the steps of the institute, she leaves her crowd with nod. She thanks them for understanding and respecting her privacy. She thanks them for the unwavering support she has received over the year and how utterly grateful she is. She leaves them with a wish to not mourn but celebrate the existence of her lost parents, after all its not would they have wanted. They eat it up like the vultures they are. Pathetic.
When she finally makes it into the school, she gives herself a moment to scan her surroundings with a well concealed distaste.
How quaint, how welcoming
She allows herself to sneer and she notices a good amount of faculty gathered around to escort her. She lists them in her head.
Present Mic, Midnight, Recovery Girl, Cementoss,...
She pauses at the last one left who is already staring at her with disinterest.
Eraser Head. Real name; Aizawa, Shouta. Quirk; Erasure.
She has to be careful with him, she thinks as she gives a small smile as the Principal, Nezu, rounds to the front to greet her.
Nezu talks about the school with such pride and enthusiasm as he leads her through the countless halls and she’s only half listening.
“You’ve enrolled in the most perfect time, I must say, all the students are in for a real treat!” He gushes.
“Oh?” She responds committedly, glancing at some of the names already assigned to lockers.
“You see, joining our gifted staff this year is the one and only All Might!”
Her eyes widen in surprise and her head all but whips over. “All Might? You don’t say?”
“Yes! We are extremely blessed, I must say!”
Extremely.
She tries not to think about how the presence of the number one hero will bring complications.
It doesn’t matter, she thinks, as she finalizes her enrollment papers.
Sooner or later they will all go down, one by one.