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No. No no no.
Why did everything always go wrong when Izumi was in a rush?
Was she cursed or something? Well, actually that was a valid possibility.
The world had changed since the great supernatural outing. Now witches, vampires and every other kind of fantastical being could live a completely normal live without fear of being persecuted by the church and be burned alive, staked through the heart or shot with whatever kind of bullets hunters came up with next.
But what witch had Izumi pissed off for that kind of bad luck?
Tires screetched, the bus stopped and Izumi was almost thrown into the armpit of the big guy standing right in front of her. Because of course she didn't get a seat and instead spent her time squished between strangers. Who had apparently never heard the word 'deodorant'. In summer.
She thanked the heavens above that the next stop was hers. After all, Izumi could only hold her breath for so long.
Usually to avoid these kinds of situations, Izumi tried to ride her bike everywhere she could, but the museum was not exactly within distance and going to her job interview all sweaty probably wasn't the best idea.
Finally, the speakers announced her station. Relieved, Izumi pressed the stop-button, waiting for the smelly ride to end and getting ready to leave.
Only that, when the doors opened, the big guy stepped in her way and wouldn't move.
"Excuse me?" Izumi tried to tap him on the shoulder. He probably just hadn't seen her. Sad as it was, she wasn't exactly the tallest. "Could I please get through?"
The man's head turned towards her but that was the only reaction she got. Groaning internally, she tried to continue smiling. He was a zombie. At least that explained the smell.
Zombies were pretty much everywhere these days around. They were pretty harmless, just incredibly slow in everything they did. Decomposing brain and all that.
Oh no, the door was closing! Loudly apologizing, Izumi ducked and ran underneath his arm, barely making it outside. Yes! ...Only that she didn't stick the landing correctly, tripped and landed face-first on the pavement.
Welcome to her life.
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Izumi was still trying to get the last bits of dust off of her blouse. She had actually managed to arrive on time (internal high-five, hell yes!) and was now anxiously waiting outside of the museum director's office.
"You alright there?"
Izumi squeaked. She had been in her own head and not noticed the blond guy coming up to greet her. She smiled nervously. "Just the nerves, I'll be fine."
Grinning, the man sat down next to her. "Ah, you're the witch, right? Here to observe some cursed thing?"
"If all goes well, yes." Izumi's smile turned calmer.
The blond guy with the golden eyes and the black streak (that, on closer inspection kind of looked like a lightning bolt) seemed nice. He looked to be around her age, but really, he could be centuries old already. With vampires it was kind of hard to tell.
"I'm Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you!"
He stuck out his hand in greeting and she shook it gently. "Izumi Midoriya, likewise."
"Miss Midoriya?" The office door opened and a white-furred, mouse-like chimera stuck his head out. "If you'd come in, please."
Taking one last deep breath to calm her nerves, Izumi stood up and followed the director, smiling appreciatively at the double thumbs-up Kaminari gave her. It was all going to be okay.
~~~
"So then, Miss Midoriya." Director Nezu stopped looking through her file. "You're a young witch, fresh out of school. Usually when guarding a cursed relic, we'd look for someone with some work experience. Why should we choose you?"
Izumi cleared her throat. She prepared for that question. "Exactly because of the relic. A sarcophagus containing the remains of a forgotten prince, cursed to walk the earth again by his mother. If you'd like to look at that-" she pointed to a certain page of her resume, "you'll see that I have spent the last year of my education in egypt, studying mummies and the curses of the ancient royal families."
"Indeed." Nezu nodded. "You even have a letter of recommendation from Ochako Uraraka."
"Yes, Miss Uraraka was leading the expeditions there. She's a wonderful witch." She really was. That Ochako was also one of Izumi's closest friends didn't belong here.
Nezu hummed appreciatively, looked over her documents one last time before putting them down and fixating her with a scrutinizing stare. Izumi tried not to fidget under it. Finally he stopped, clapping his paws together. "Alright! You're hired! I have a good feeling about you."
Wait, just like that?
"Yes, just like that." Nezu smiled.
Crap, she had said that out loud.
"You're going to work alongside our nightguards." the director continued. "If you have the time right now, I'll have one of them show you around the museum?"
Izumi nodded and Nezu pressed a button on his desk. Not five seconds later, there was a knock on the door.
"Now then." Nezu opened it to reveal a familiar face, "I believe you have already met Mr. Kaminari?"
~~~
This didn't feel real yet.
Nezu had a good feeling. About her?
Izumi had heard a lot of things but that was a new one. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't that her life was some horrible sob-story. She had a loving and doting mother, an appartment that was alright (mostly) and even a few friends she saw regularly, she was just... unlucky.
Busses driving away right before she had a chance to jump in, stumbling into puddles everywhere she went, slipping on banana peels (she had thought that was just a cartoon thing but NO! Seriously, watch out for those). All of these minor inconveniences didn't sound that bad at first, but over time they had gotten Izumi to always assume the worst.
But right now everything worked out... pretty good?
She had (apparently) nailed the interview, was hired on the spot and the nice vampire that was her colleage now was showing her around, telling her bits and pieces about some posessed vases that were around here somewhere, the music he was listening to and the other nightguard she'd meet tomorrow, a werewolf named Eijirou Kirishima.
Izumi allowed herself a smile.
This was nice.
~~~
Izumi was humming happily, walking up the three stories to her apartment. Maybe her string of bad luck was finally broken! She couldn't wait to call Ochako and tell her about this.
Still smiling, she grabbed the key from her pocket and put it in the lock-
only to hear a crack.
She glanced down. The key had broken right in the middle. Half of it was still in her hand, uselessly dangling down from the chain, the other was stuck inside the lock.
How did that even happen.
She tried to ignore the laughter behind her, she really did. But what else could she do? So Izumi turned around, meeting the look of her blond neighbour that had, just as her luck would have it, just left his apartment in time to see her fail at life once again.
Sighing, she nodded in greeting. "Hello Kacchan."
The ashblond werewolf living next to her was no stranger. Quite the opposite actually, they had been childhood friends. But as they grew up, Kacchan (or Katsuki Bakugou, that was his actual name) kept pulling further and further apart from her. He had stated that he 'didn't want to catch any of her bad luck' and that she smelled weird and over time, especially since she had spent the last year out of the country, she had kind of lost track of him.
But of course, with her luck, it was no surprise that she moved in right next to him. And, as it seemed, while he usually didn't want anything to do with her, seeing her bad luck in action was still funny to him.
Kacchan didn't even attempt to acknowledge her, just kept walking after he had laughed enough. Charming as always.
Izumi sighed again, looking at the lock. At least she knew a spell for that. And this wasn't the time to be downhearted. She had a new life in a new city and a new job to boot. Everything was going to be fine!
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Oh, famous last words.