《Traitor| Deku x reader》•15•
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The classroom filled with students. They yawned and stretched, indicating they had barely woken up.
After the room filled up everyone sat down and EraserHead arose from his yellow lump.
"Ok students, today you will be doing combat training with All Might." He stated blankly.
I heard stomping, coming down the hallway outside the door.
The door swung open with such force the air in the entire room shifted.
"I am!" The large blonde male began shouting into the room, "coming through the door like a normal person." He finished.
He straightened his posture, and entered the room.
EraserHead retreated to his lump once more and All Might.
"Today we will be doing combat training! Now suit up and head to the designated training area!" He boasted.
With the click of a button, a shelf containing various cases.
Everyone began jumping around excited.
At the beginning of the year we were told to submit hero costume designs. It was quite difficult for someone with no imagination.
"Kurogiri~" I cooed, "Design my costume for me."
"It's just a costume for a hero course that won't matter later." He stated.
"But I don't want to look stupid. Plus I may wanna' use it as a villain costume." I explained.
"Then design it however you want."
"Ok. It needs to be something cool, but something I can really move in." I pondered, "Especially if I transform during battle." I tapped my sketch pen against my chin.
"How about you just don't wear a costume." Tomura walked in from no where. "You seem to get around pretty well not wearing anything." He teased.
My face flushed of all, if any, color.
Kurogiri looked over to him disapproving of his words.
"Pandora, you have the skill and stealth of a fictional ninja. Start there." Kurogiri suggested while putting away glasses.
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The males and females of our class split into two groups. Each to their locker room.
Once we got into the locker room everyone was raving about their costume.
However, I paid no mind to them and began changing into my own costume.
It was a few different pieces.
I first had to put on the top. It was an almost tube but it had a purple latex strap that went across my chest, around my arms. A sheer layer of mesh reached up to my neck, holding on with another band of purple latex. My torso was covered by more mesh. It was like a leotard.
Next was a baggy pair of loose pants. The waist band was latex and had a purple piece of rectangular fabric hanging from it. The pants reached to my mid calf.
In the side of my pants there was a hidden slit. There I attached a strap to my leg that held a small hand gun and a row of bullets, which seem to just be rubber bullets since I'm not a licensed pro.
Over my feet and legs I had a pair of tight stockings. They reached my knees and over part of my pants. They had a couple flaps at the top that resembled cat ears but secured my socks to my pants.
Next was a pair of classic sandals. They had the wooden stilts like what you would see people wearing in old timey paintings. They added an inch or so to my height making me as tall as others.
Then I put a pair of arm warmers on. They cut off halfway down my palm and had a hole for my thumb. They ended right below my elbow.
Lastly, my costume was topped off by a darkly colored mask. It had a sharply pointed cat eye. A small pink nose, and cat mouth. But half of it was cut off and painted a solid color. That side was only decorated by a set of painted whiskers.
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My hair remained in its long braid.
"Woah! You look just like a ninja, Bokkusu!" The short haired brunette commented.
"Like a cat ninja." The frog girl added.
They all crowded around me, too close for my liking.
A low growl emitted from my throat. But I couldn't risk getting on anyone's bad side. I needed connections and for people to trust me.
I swallowed my pride, and spoke.
"Wow. You really think so?" I sang in a bitter sweet tone that no one noticed.
"Of course!"
"You look so cool!"
Praises sung out from the horde of girls.
Eventually they all got ready and we walked to the designated area.
As I walked through the hallway, chatter erupted from the group of girls. I blocked them out, focusing on the sound of my shoes clicking.
I used the time to get used to walking it the shoe. It wasn't to bad, they were just a bit different from walking in regular shoe.
I couldn't help it, I had to admit, getting a custom made suit was certainly a perk of coming to this villain forbidden school.
My tail swished, for once in enjoyment. This would be a magnificent costume to take with me when I leave. The only down side is that I reside on rooftops or power lines, the shoes may prove difficult for that.
I could always try it out later.
"We will be moving two steps ahead: Urban battles!" All Might boasted.
It was the second day and we are already fighting each other.
"Now let's draw teams!"
All Might pulled names out of the box at random.
"Team A: Young Midoryia and Bokkusu."
"Team B: Young Todoroki and Shoji."
"Team C: Miss Yaoyorozu and Mineta."
"Team D: Bakugo and Iida."
"E: Aoyama and Ashido."
"F: Sato and Uraraka."
"G: Kaminari and Jiro."
"H: Tokoyami and Asui."
"I: Ojiro and Hagakure."
"And J: Kirishima and Sero."
How Perfect!
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