━ chap 6. hidden in plain sight !
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MORNING CAME QUICKLY TO the tranquil fushiguro estate. the sun's soft rays shining down on the large garden and peaking through the windows.

as mei prepares her daughter's lunch for school, the entrance to the dining room opens, and walks in said child. her bare feet make the wooden floor beneath her creak.

the older woman's alluring ruby red eyes glance at her only child, a smile forming seeing the bedhead of black hair and her sleepy expression.

"good morning, my baby. how did you sleep?"

"...mhm, mowning māma..."

the yawn that escapes [y/n]'s lips gets her mother gushing at how cute she is. then, the girl sits down at the dinner table, a full breakfast ready for her to eat.

the girl gives her thanks and begins eating. just then, batzu pops from behind [y/n]'s bedhead and jumps down to the table. he almost tumbled off if weren't for megumi catching him just in time.

setting the cursed doll on the table, megumi's hand goes to pat his daughter's head. his silent greeting in the morning and [y/n] gives him a cute wave. mouth full of her mother's delicious cooking.

noticing his presence, mei gives her husband a loving smile from her spot in the kitchen. "morning dear, you headed out early?"

"yeah," he nods, going over to kiss his wife on the cheek. "i'll probably be home late, so don't stay up for me."

the woman pouts at his statement and megumi can't help but feel his heart clench. if the circumstances were different, the dark-haired man would prefer to stay at home with his wife and daughter.

but alas, that is not the case.

"can y'all not undress each other with your eyes." [y/n] deadpans, calling them out and making them flinch. "i'm trying to eat here."

it wouldn't be the first time her parents stared at each other lovingly whether they were across the room or right next to each other and it wouldn't be the last.

mei blinks before she bursts into giggles while megumi blushes a bright red, reaching to the tip of his ears. the reaction igniting a cheeky smile from [y/n].

"just eat your food."

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AS EVERY MORNING since they were children, midoriya and fushiguro walked together to school. a routine that's never been broken since they've known each other.

as they walk, there's a light chat between the two. well, it was more one-sided than anything as [y/n] was prone to listen to midoriya's ramblings. he always worried if he was annoying her but she insisted it was fine, she loved listening to him.

walking in sync, [y/n] watches him talk animatedly and passionately. arms and hands making sporadic gestures, his voice full of emotion, all of it put a soft smile on her face.

but as the best friends arrive to u.a's campus, their peaceful walk is rudely interrupted by a crowd of reporters. shoving mics and cameras in their faces, desperate for a scoop.

"tell us!" a woman gleefully demands, stepping a bit too close to the pair. fushiguro holds out a protective arm in front of midoriya as the reporter invades their personal bubble. "how does it feel like to have the #1 hero as your teacher?"

hearing such a question, the childhood friends can't help but deadpan as a result. 'is that what they're here for?'

rolling her eyes fushiguro shoves the mic away, a scowl painting her face. "get lost." she demands, making the reporter flinch before grabbing midoriya's hand and forcing their way to enter the main entrance of u.a.

they tried to get them to stop but [y/n] was adamant about not letting her face nor midoriya's be on some cheap tabloid. it wouldn't do them any good.

once enough distance away, fushiguro lets go of her friend's hand and quickly turns to him. he stays silent and watches her check him for any injuries.

seeing that his is not hurt, [y/n] sighs in relief and pats midoriya's head, like she always did. the boy doesn't question her actions, used to her antics. to be fully honest, he quite enjoyed it sometimes.

"well, that was annoying." she finally says, a tired expression on her face while overlooking the mob of reporters.

midoriya does the same but he has confused look. "it's just weird," he glances over to his friend who meets his green eyes. "who could have leaked that all might became a teacher?"

[y/n] shrugs her shoulders dismissively, deadpanning. "does it really matter?"

"good point."

soon enough, the two friends decide to head to their classroom without putting too much thought into this morning's chaotic events.

meanwhile, something small pops out of [y/n]'s bag. its head sticking out to look around before hiding itself again.

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CLASS SOON STARTED for the day, with aizawa announcing a few things.

"decent work on the battle training yesterday." the tired man complements, shuffling through a stack of papers. "i took the liberty of going over the footage and evaluating."

his dark eyes gloss over the papers before they land on the student sitting desk, no. 17. "bakugo," he calls upon, making said boy click his tongue. "don't sulk over your loss, you're wasting your talent."

the ashy blonde doesn't say much hand adverts his gaze, he hates that he was right. but as if he would ever admit to that loser crap.

then, aizawa directs his gaze to the girl sitting behind bakugo who is resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. she meets his eyes and raises a brow, wondering if the man was gonna call her out.

"fushiguro."

"yeah?"

there's silence following her words, which suddenly confuses the class and the girl. then, aizawa speaks up. "don't be so annoyingly smart."

[y/n] quirks up an amused smirk, "i'll take that as a compliment." her tone matching that of her beloved and overpowered uncle.

aizawa can feel his eyes roll to the back of his head, already so over this cocky attitude that she had. some part of him hoped she was a bit more sensible. clearly not.

"midoriya." aizawa finally turns to look at the timid green-haired boy who tenses up at the call of his name. he ignores such reactions and gets straight to the point. "the only way you won was breaking your arm again."

the boy doesn't retaliate nor give excuses. what can he say, 'sorry, someone gave me this quirk so bear with it' that'll just result in unwanted questions and put his mentor in an uncomfortable position.

"if you keep saying, 'i can't adjust to my quirk' you won't get very far." aizawa points out as expected, "once you've cleared that hurdle you'll be much more flexible. i wanna see some sweat off of you, midoriya."

with an enthusiastic look and nod, midoriya agrees with his teacher's statement. "yes, sir!"

"now," sighing tiredly aizawa moves on from that and looks at his students. "let's get to the homeroom notices, i apologize for springing this on you all..."

nervousness shakes the students of class 1-a wondering what kind of crazy exercise will be next. or if will it be a sudden pop quiz, he seemed like the type to do that.

"we need to pick a class president."

"FINALLY, SOMETHING SCHOOL LIKE!"

immediately, almost everyone raised their hands and begged to be picked. the volume of the class raised to the max as everyone gave their reason on why they would be a could pick.

in any normal situation, being class president meant extra work given to them by the teachers and such things. but this was the hero course, so in actuality, being class president would look good on applications.

[y/n] more or less didn't care about being picked, the idea of it seemed so unnecessary. while bakugo and midoriya were definitely all for it.

but during all the commotion, fushiguro's sharp green eyes catch something shuffling in her school bag. a brow raised in suspicion before her eyes widened in realization.

"BE QUIET!" iida's voice yells over the noise, laced with certain authority and it gets everyone's attention. "being class president is a huge responsibility where you must carry and pull everyone's weight."

he stands up from his seat his large frame towering over his desk. "it's not something you can do just because you want to."

he goes on spiraling speech on how the class should put it up to a vote but it was obvious that iida wanted the position.

as the class discussed it, fushiguro couldn't care less as she was occupied with a tiny mishap. struggling to get her bag to close properly. but before she knew it, the voting began.

while most were sure of their answers others would give it some thought on who would their vote go for. midoriya being one of those people.

distracted, his eyes seemed to catch something in front of him, [y/n] kept leaning over to the bag which confused him. but once a familiar doll suddenly pops out, she immediately understands the situation.

he sweats as [y/n] continues to push her little friend back inside her bag. in hopes no one would notice.

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SO THE VOTING was definitely somehow rigged. cause midoriya ended up with 4 votes, yaoyorozu with 2, and fushiguro with a single vote.

'who voted for me?' [y/n] thinks with a displeased expression, utterly confused. she hadn't expected someone to vote for her, seeing that she doesn't participate with the class.

"okay, you idiots!" bakugo shouts shooting up from his seat and his eyes blank with anger. "who voted for him?!"

"what? did you really think anyone was gonna vote for you, katsuki?"

"shut up you damn witch! it's obvious you're one of them!"

meanwhile, iida seemed less than enthusiastic about how the results turned out to be. but he suggested the system, so of course it would backfire on him.

as everyone argued about the election results, [y/n] glances back to her freckled best friend. who was as surprised as he could be. people voted for him, outta the whole class, they wanted him?

then, fushiguro lightly flicks midoriya's forehead as if to grab his attention. when they meet at eye level, her head tilts back gesturing to her bag.

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DURING THEIR BREAK, the two best friends along with batzu, confront the problem at hand in an empty chemistry lab.

"did you actually bring him here?"

"what, no?!" [y/n] argues, raised brow and all. arms crossed as she leans against one of the science tables. "do you know how risky that is?"

"wouldn't be the first time." midoriya deadpans, his green eyes glancing at batzu taking in his new environment.

the dark haired girl rolls her eyes at his statement, sighing tiredly. "i only know he snuck in cause he popped out during all the noise."

her voice goes quiet as her eyes watch batzu come waddling towards her and grabbing onto her school shirt. at this, she makes a face.

was he just lonely back at home and wanted to join her at school today? or was it something more? on the other hand, midoriya notices her expression and his worried look softened.

"whatever the case may be," he adds, his hand reaching to pat batzu's head. "he'll have to stay out of sight. it'll be bad if someone sees him."

but that plan backfired on him as batzu slapped his hand away, glaring at the green-haired boy as he continued to cling to fushiguro. said girl laughed out loud while the other two glared at each other playfully.

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LUNCH TIME FINALLY rolled around and like always, midoriya dragged [y/n] to sit with iida and uraraka. not that she cared about it so much.

meanwhile, the one and main, cafeteria was busy and noisy as all students from u.a.'s different departments lined up for lunch rush's food.

as they dig into their food, izuku brings up the fact he's nervous about being class president and not being up to the role. to which iida and uraraka promptly disagree with.

"sure you are!"

"you'll be alright."

"you've got guts and judgement when it counts." he adds in a factual tone, catching the group's attention as he takes a bite of his rice. "i voted for you because i knew you'd have it in you to carry us."

'so he was one of izu's voters...' [y/n] glances at the boy also enjoying her food for lunch. at that point, she drowned out the conversation and the noise.

if fushiguro were honest, she would rather just be with izuku and have a peaceful lunch. but she wasn't going to stop him from doing what he wanted and who he wants to associate himself with.

she's his supporter through and through. and he returned that same support when she needed it.

then, there was a shuffling in her blazer pocket making her hum quietly. opening it up, [y/n] smiles slightly seeing batzu making himself at home with her warmth.

while it was nice to have him around, she could only wonder why today of all days he decided sneaked into her bag? if he missed her that much, he would have pulled this stunt back in her middle school days.

'i doesn't make much sense.' catching herself in too deep in her thoughts, she sighs tiredly, her eyes relaxing. 'but, no use in thinking about it.' taking one last glance at her cursed doll and continuing her lunch.

but before [y/n] can even take a bite she stops herself halfway.

there's a creepy shiver that climbs up her spine. a pressure against her chest as if something was trying to stop her breathing. that only meant one thing to her.

something was here.

she shoots out from her seat feeling her heartbeat in ears. 'it couldn't be.' her eyes glance around frantically, seeing nothing within her line of view.

the chances that it be here of all places are could 0 to none, while this place could produce negative energy it wouldn't garner such a thing for a—

RINGGGGGGGG!

— a grade 1 curse to appear.

she doesn't jump at the start of blaring alarms and flashing red lights calling for a code lockdown on u.a. the panic that washes over student gets [y/n] thinking.

her eyes glanced back at midoriya who looked back at her, he was the only person in her line of vision right now. her green eyes analyze, was he worried? scared? or both? confused?

think. think. think. THINK!

what's the best course of action? make sure to get midoriya to safety while taking care of the cursed spirit?

then, fushiguro flinches at someone grabbing her wrist, her headspace filled with noise again. blinking rapidly she sees its only midoriya. they only look at each other as everyone else runs and panics to the exit.

and it seems by this, the dark green-haired boy got this idea of what was going on. so with confident eyes, he tells her, "go. i'll be safe."

that was all the confirmation [y/n] needed.

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THE FRIENDS WENT their separate ways, both running in different directions.

[y/n] slips past students who are trying to leave campus, only following the feeling of curse energy. it wasn't as straining as it was before meaning the grade level went down. but not so much.

'grade two then?' she skids around the corner, managing to avoid crashing into someone and keep running. not even paying attention to who she almost bumped into.

as the students in the area dwindled and when [y/n] felt the pressure on her chest begin to rise. she knows she's found her target.

fushiguro finds herself at a dead end, probably on the other side of u.a. the building. but at that end was the cursed spirit that she felt, a pest. it's body was something similar to a wild animal of unknown origin.

but that didn't matter.

[y/n] opens her blazer for batzu to come out and jump on her shoulder. her green eyes analyze her surrounding areas, catching sight of the cameras.

'that'll be a nuisance.'

"batzu, the cameras." she orders, threading her fingers through her soft bangs. as per her command, batzu jumps around destroying the surrounding cameras.

fushiguro weaves her hands to form shadow puppet, her shadow extending to summon her demon dogs by her side.

at the sight of the curse spirit both shikigamis bear their teeth and snarl in anger. then, [y/n] quickly lifts the side of her school skirt, grabbing the dagger strapped to her thigh with a trick.

[y/n]'s bright green eyes shine with intensity and positions herself to attack. analyzing everything to the last detail. 'the pressure is no longer so intense like before and it's merely just a grade 2.'

there was nagging feeling in her stomach that wave of curse energy wasn't the same as the one before her. but now was not the time to dwell on such things.

running towards the curse, [y/n] slides under, cutting its underbelly with her dagger. expertly, she gets back her feet turning around.

it's purple like blood spills from the slash but the pest wasn't dead yet. what surprises fushiguro that arms come from under the curse, like a weird mixture of tentacles almost.

it's crawls out like it was some type of eldritch horror monster with a squid like body. it's arms shooting out at [y/n]. but she easily dodges before she cuts its arms. it screeches as its blood spews out everywhere, arms regrowing back.

she gets the gist of this one.

it's was a weird reptile. sheds its skin for new one. but every time it does, it's a completely different cursed looking animal. creativity and creepy.

'how the fuck did this one spawn in?' dodging another arm before running on top of it. stabbing it and dragging the dagger down its head. she drops down to floor, blood staining everywhere.

"gross." [y/n] grumbles, flicking her knife ridding of blood and scrunching up her face feeling the disgusting sensation of it. "i need a shower after this crap."

she glances at old shed skin of the curses, her shikigami happily eating what's left of it. she thought nothing of it until she realized the actual curse was no where to be found.

"wait, fuck—"

she jumps at a pressured feeling once again barely ducking at an attack made by a semi-large scaled tail. looking her shoulder, fushiguro finds herself facing a head of a snake of some sort.

actually, the curse was a mixture of different types of animals. it had fangs that dripped with a green liquid, venom [y/n] could guess. a tail of a gecko and feet like a lizard.

totally not disgusting and horrifying combination of species fushiguro thought.

but this was going to get ugly and messy. suddenly, it hisses at her with its tongue peeking out as it's pupils turn into slits. a keen sign to know that's it's mad as hell.

'ooooh i fucked up...' [y/n] tries to back away from it, slowly. but it took that as a sign of aggression.

taking her chance, she stabs the snake right on snout before it spits out venom at her. she manages to dodge but it grazes her left arm.

she ignores the burning on her [s/c] skin and keeps her eyes on curse as tries not slip on all the leftover curse blood. at this point it had gotten everywhere. the walls, u.a.'s tall windows and even her uniform.

her focused eyes stay trained on the curse spirit who seems to be analyzing her like she was prey. not even a moment later, it pounces on her, shoving her against the wall making her drop the dagger, clanging in the floor.

fushiguro grunts as she holds the curse back by its jaw. not giving it the chance to bite her head off. she looks around frantically, trying to find a way out because if she doesn't, her head will be on the line.

her shikigami dogs try to attack, but with tail being so versatile, the curse was able to throw them off somewhere else.

which only fuels an anger within [y/n].

quickly, she kicks its throat the force sending it backwards, scrambling on the slippery floor, screeching like a hurt animal.

then, its eyesight is suddenly covered in cloth. it struggles to take it off, ripping it apart but when it does it's already too late.

once the curse could see again, [y/n] had already grabbed her dagger and along with her shikigami, proceeded to finally strike the curse.

with a loud grunt, fushiguro drives her dagger into the curse's neck while her demon dogs goes for its legs, biting off its flesh.

the curse wails and screeches, searching for a way to escape but it was futile. but once it makes eye contact with [y/n] its body numbs with fear.

there was no escaping her. there was no point in trying when the prey has become the predator.

wasting in to time to kill it off, the girl repeatedly stabs the curse. putting as much force and curse energy she could into each strike. blood stained her hands, dying her fingers tips purple.

but none of that mattered. she needed to rid of the pest before it can fester into something she won't be able to stop.

finally, with on final stab to eye. the curse was exorcised.

[y/n] takes a moment to catch her breath. heaving up and down, her hand still gripping the dagger. "fuck..." she swallows a shallow breath getting back on her feet.

her eyes catch herself in the reflection of the window, seeing herself covered with curse blood. it was unsightly, but it's not the worst thing she's called herself.

she wasn't usually this messy and crude with her work, it just turned out that way. sometimes she gets to caught up in the moment of things...

meanwhile outside, [y/n] hums curiously catching sight of reporters from this morning being escorted out of u.a. property by the police.

but her green eyes narrow, seeing that the main entrance's blockade destroyed. it was nothing more than scattered debris now.

suddenly, there was an eerie feeling that [y/n] couldn't quite get a hold of. 'first this grade 2 curse and now the blockade...'

but she shakes her head, she couldn't let her paranoia get the best of her. right now, she needs to clean up and get  back to pretending nothing even happened here.

the whole lockdown situation seemed to resolve itself peacefully, somehow. with everyone going back to what they were doing beforehand.

her body tenses a bit when something lands on her shoulder, but she relaxes when it only batzu. his expression on his small face looked worried, considering there's so much blood on her.

noticing his concern, [y/n] smiles gently at her cursed doll companion. "don't worry about it, i'm fine batzu." patting his head with her index finger. but the movement suddenly makes her hiss in pain, looking over to see the burn the she received from the fight.

her expression becomes annoyed with how ugly the venom looks. "damnit, i have to cover this up."

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"WELL DONT YOU look like shit." bakugo voiced rings with that snarky ass attitude he always has when he talks with fushiguro.

[y/n] rolls her eyes, making her way to her seat behind the ashy blonde. "suck a dick, katsuki." she retorts, laying her head down in her arms, extremely tired.

luckily enough, the girl was able to wash off all the blood from her skin and cover up her gash with bandages. but her clothes and were stained a shade of purple so there wasn't much she could do about that.

she is going to need an extensive everything shower and bubble bath when she gets home.

"what happened to your blazer, witch?"

"it went to look for narnia. now shut the fuck up before i make you my dog's midday snack."

midoriya could only watch them, sweating nervously and half heartly smile. he had somewhat of an idea what went down on [y/n]'s side of things. but she seemed way too tired to talk about it.

before long, everyone had returned to class and it was time for the class reps to take on the roles.

midoriya stood by yaoyorozu ridged and nervous. not once he could look anyone in the eyes. his gaze lands on [y/n] and though tired, she gives him a weak smile and a thumbs up.

actions that means thousands of words.

so, with a deep and shaky breath, midoriya musters up the courage to stand at least straight and confident. "let's initiate, the uh, the ceremony for the new class rep but before that..."

his green eyes drift to iida in the back seeing his bittersweet expression. it's then that midoriya knows he's making the right choice.

"i want iida to take my place."

the statement catch everyone by surprise, wondering if the green haired boy has lost his mind? to give up such a advantageous opportunity like that?

"i believe he's best suited for this role than i am." he exclaims, a smile adorning his freckled face. "he proved himself to unify people easily. it's my judgment that this is the right choice to make."

iida recognizes the importance of his words. gasping softly when he remembers what he had said to midoriya only earlier today. to think those words would directed at him.

by coincidence, kirishima and denki agree with him too. saying how valiant iida was during the crisis with the lockdown on the school.

soon everyone began to agree with midoriya's choice. as such, iida humbly accepts the offer with becoming the class president.

aizawa didn't really care much about the change, he wanted it to be over and done with.

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THE DAY ENDED without anymore hiccups, the sun slowly descending on the horizon as [y/n] arrives home.

exhaustion hits her like a truck when she enters the front door to the genkan. she lazily takes off her high top sneakers before yelling out. "IM HOMEEE!" hoping to alert her parents in any way.

it was silent for moment until batzu pops out from fushiguro's shoulder. his tiny fin pointing to something which makes the girl hum.

around the corner of the hallway comes out a large black wolf, a familiar triangle symbol on his forehead. upon seeing the animal, [y/n]'s face brightens slightly and she shuffles closer to him.

"hello yoru," she greets smiling, bending down and fluffing up his fur just in the way he likes it. "did dad send you to come get me?"

the stoic dog's tail wags at her attention, loving it. then his large jaw softly nips at her skirt, tugging it. "alright, alright." fushiguro laughs lightly at yoru's actions finding it absolutely adorable.

petting him once more, the shikigami leads the girl throughout the occupied section of the fushiguro clan estate.

the tranquil sound of the koi ponds, the chirping of birds and spring breeze. the ambiance of her home had it effect, making fushiguro quiet sleepy.

especially after the day she had at school, [y/n] couldn't wait to crash into her bed.

but that seemed to fall apart when yoru leads her to one of more private living rooms in the estate. which already set off something in [y/n].

that room was specifically used only for when there are matter to be discussed without letting anyone eavesdrop. 'did something happen?'

once she reached the door, [y/n] takes a deep breath and slides the door open. she is greeted with the sight of her caring parents on the couch and...

"uncle toru?" she mumbles, a cute tilt to her head as she blinks rapidly. clearly surprised by his presence all of the sudden.

all the adults turn to her and smiles greet their faces from seeing the lovely girl. "my baby," mei calls to her sweetly, her child closing the door behind her as approaches. "how was school today."

at the mention, a tired expression appears on the pretty girl. she sighs dramatically almost whining. "exhausting." plopping herself between her parents. "you will not believe the day i've had."

instinctively, [y/n] lays her head on her father's shoulder who let her rest comfortably. while the hand beside her mother hold's her, fingers lacing together. the girl sighs in content, finally finding herself relaxing.

gojo hadn't spoken a word and only watched the interactions between the three. letting the three bask in the peace they have made for themselves for a moment.

a smile slips pass his lips when batzu reveals himself and junps down from [y/n]'s shoulder and rest in her lap. his eyes closing to sleep.

"[y/n]-chan," gojo calls to his niece, his voice soft has to not disrupt them so harshly. the girl only opens her eyes, meeting the gaze of her uncle that hide behind a blindfold. "i've come to deliver something to you."

the young fushiguro raises her head, becoming slightly more concerned and aware. "what is it uncle toru?"

from his pocket, he pulls out a small plastic rectangle, presumably an id of some sort. he reaches his arm out to her, passing the id to the young girl.

[y/n] takes the item curiously, her parents watching her with keen eyes. she flips the item around and her breath gets caught in her throat, "holy..." realizing what it exactly it was.

it was her official jujutsu sorcerer license.

her heart leaps as she sits up straight, bug eyed and wide. no longer tired, she frantically looks between her parents and her uncle who only returned with proud smiles.

"that's not all."

gojo's voice takes [y/n] out of her amazement, meeting his mysterious gaze. the white haired man had a grin like no other, cheeky and annoying but only this time it enticed the young fushiguro.

"you've been assigned your first mission."

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