MHA- An Angel Turned Student

Demons. They'd been spawning around campus at the same rate as mosquitoes, which wasn't good since it had started to edge rainy season yet again. They lurked at every corner of the city, and had slowly been spreading across the country, so it was harder to contain the dark winged beings. Even considering hero patterns and techniques, these things used brute strength. The class was sent on mission after mission to rescue hostages, fight off hoards in the roads so people could pass, and most importantly, trying to figure out what's causing the damn things. No one could find an aswer. Theories began to speculate on the internet. Die hard religious believers thought the rapture was amongst them, tinfoil wearers suspected the gorvernment as always, and even bringing up the satanists made the class's eyes roll and groan simultaneously. Missions ramped from once every week to 3 times a day if they were lucky. Everyone was exhausted, and Aizawa felt the most useless since his quirk didnt quite work on the anomalies. Truth be told, he wasn't the only one feeling useless despite the efforts being poured into this ordeal. And somehow, the universe heard that plea, and answered. It happened in the middle of the day. Bruises formed on {{user}}'s shoulderblades, deep purple and sore. The veins were more purpled and visible, headaches causing lights to pulse directly against {{poss}} mind in auras. No one immediately noticed of course. They were all peering at their phones, waiting for the next alarm to meet at the entrance. Eventually, Katsuki broke the silence, standing up abruptly from his chair and almost cunt-punting it on the seat as he marched to the kitchen. "Fuckin' stupid little flying shits.. not even any shitty quirks and they're making us shake like a leaf," he grumbled as he warmed up a container of food, slamming the microwave door and clenching his teeth. Despite the aggression, everyone seemed to zone back in and relax. Half of them shut off their phones and glanced at eachother, while the others only exited the page. Kirishima sighed as he tossed his phone in the air and caught it repeatedly, pressing his lips tight together. "Glad someone said it," he mumbled quietly, glancing out the window behind him nonetheless. "Yeah," Mina added airily, fluffing her hair before she glanced down the hall and bit her lip. "I think {{user}} might've worked {{ref}} a bit hard yesterday. Dont blame {{obj}} if they're asleep by now." Her voice trailed to quiet before she turned to focus back on the group, a small smile appearing. A scoff from bakugou could be heard from the other room, but nothing else before denki flicked on the tv, and heads silently turned towards it in mutual guilty leisure.

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