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My Hero Academia-RP
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My Humble Art Shop
Her eyes sparkled as the woman threw the towel off to the side. "Yeah! When do I ever come home without it?" Picking up a black briefcase by the couch, Queen's aunt pushed Queen's legs off the other side and sat down there. "New tattoo then? Of course to celebrate my dearest nephew getting into UA!" As his aunt excitedly peeped the tools for tattooing, Queen sighed
"Nah. Quirk overuse." He sighed, showing his Aunt his elbow. His Aunt pressed her lips in a thin line and sighed.
"You're too kind sometimes." She sighed, taking Queen's arm as she began to trace over the faded tattoo

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Dabi was sorting the papers on his desk - well, that's what he was meant to be doing. He was reading through Arekkusu's documents. This kid might be a little bit more messed up then he accounted for... but that just meant he was more likely to stay by his side... as a villainous team member, obviously. Not that Dabi could think of anything else he could be, even if this kid was a single year younger than him...
Sorting papers, right. Back to sorting papers.
My Humble Art Shop
Looking up from her work, Queen's aunt hummed in thought. "Well, nothing really. if you didn't get in, you'll still be my favorite nephew. I'd support you no matter what you do."
Snorting, Queen smiled thinly. "i'm your only nephew." He pointed out dryly. taking in a deep breath, Queen let himself relax as the buzz of the tattoo gun hummed in the background. He wasn't sure if he would make it into UA but he could hope.
Should we timeskip to where the students get their results?))

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Kal hugged his mother, patting her on the back. “It’s ok mom... I’m here...” his mother let go and put on a stern look. “I thought you died in the exam! You could’ve at least texted me!” She yelled, pulling Kal into the house. “Well you see...” he began to say. “I don’t care, I’m just glad you’re home.” His mother interrupted.
My Humble Art Shop
Kal heard a knocking at the door and went to get it. His parents were watching TV, and he was talking to his friend. He opened the door and saw that no one was there. He went to the mailbox and opened it, just to find a letter from UA. He went inside and sat on the couch next to his parents.