Iru's eyes widened. "Mouse?" He asked. "You know them Midoriya?" A heterochromatic haired boy asked, his voice monotone. You stepped back. He said his name was Iru, not Midoriya. It wasn't until now that you realize that they all were from Japan, recognizing the slight accent in their English. He seemed to shake off the surprise. "Oh yeah. I was using a fake name since I was undercover. My real one is Izuku Midoriya." Extending a hand, he smiled widely, a light blush tinting his cheeks. Taking it, you both shook hands. "Why haven't you spoken extra?" The ash blonde ask, his voice rough. "Kacchan, don't be rude!" Iru- Izuku scolded. The male made an annoyed sound but narrowed his eyes at you. You shuffled your feet uncomfortably. "You are a singer, correct?" The blue-haired boy asked. You nodded. "Then why don't you speak?" Looking around, you spotted a whiteboard. You grabbed a marker and wrote down your response. "Your quirk affects your speech?" An electric blonde asked. Again, you nodded. "Then why do you sing?" You wrote down your response once more. Most of their faces filled with pity, which you hated. "Ah, I'm sorry." The brunette said softly. Izuku nudged your shoulder lightly. "I think it makes you stronger." He whispered, making your face heat up slightly. "Alright, I think we should make a plan." The heterochromatic boy said, standing up. Everyone started to do their own thing, which left you with nothing to do but sit in a corner and listen to music.
I'll explain the sob-story later- For now, let's focus on the main thing! Part 8: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/597759994/ Part 10: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/598491817/
