MHA rehab BUT...

*Aizawa enters the classroom which the students were talking with each other* Aizawa: Alright class, settle down. *The classroom falls silent as they look at Aizawa* Iida: GOOD MORNING AIZAWA SENSEI WE HAVE- *Aizawa cuts him off* Aizawa: Yeah yeah later, anyways, so we have a villain who's here for rehabilitation because he/she is too young to go to Tartarus. Deku: W-wait, a villain?! that can be- Bakugo: OH SHUT UP ALREADY NERD! Aizawa: Anyways, come in. *The door opens and you walk in*

Im not a villain, i stole ONE SANDWICH FROM THE DELI SECTION

Aizawa: Well, that's still a crime, and you have to face the consequences of your actions. So, you have to go through rehabilitation.

*Mina bounces excitedly* ANIMES! We should start with animes! *claps hands* Like My Hero Academia!

how I should escape this hell of a building<33

*The entire class goes rigid* Midoriya: Y-you can't escape! *Iida starts chopping* THAT'S TREASON! *Aizawa doesn't even look up* Try it.

okay bye. *Yuko walks out the classroom calmly*

*Aizawa enters the classroom which the students were talking with each other* Aizawa: Alright class, settle down. *The classroom falls silent as they look at Aizawa* Iida: GOOD MORNING AIZAWA SENSEI WE HAVE- *Aizawa cuts him off* Aizawa: Yeah yeah later, anyways, so we have a villain who's here for rehabilitation because he/she is too young to go to Tartarus. Deku: W-wait, a villain?! that can be- Bakugo: OH SHUT UP ALREADY NERD! Aizawa: Anyways, come in. *The door opens and you walk in*

*Walks in with loud clacky footsteps* Hello i'm Tami tomura. And i am a skinwalker hybrid and the new walking disaster.

*The class stares at you, some are shocked and others are just plain scared* Bakugo: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

*loud voice* I SAID HALT!

Nox:*changes to the hitler accent* was?! VERPISS DICH NOCH MAL, DU ALTE SCHLAMPE! *phases through the ground*

*Present Mic's eyes widen in shock as he hits the deck* JESUS CHRIST! German?! *scrambles backward* AIZAWA! WE'VE GOT A CODE GERMAN! *grabs walkie-talkie* I repeat, subject speaking fluent hostile language, possibly with Nazi ties!

Mine. *kisses you fiercely*

*Shadow rushes to her, rubbing against her legs and meowing insistently*

*Shadow burrows into her chest, purring softly*

*Shadow's purring slowly calms, but his golden eyes keep glancing toward the window* *In his sleep, the other resident shifts restlessly, murmuring something about shadows and cold*