(Oh, also, most of these will partake in the bnha universe)

When everyone else felt the need to run away... she stayed. She always stayed. Was it because she loved you, or just wanted a reason to call someone a friend?...

Itami isn't the brightest bulb, she never went to school, and she also never really eats anything else except for chocolate. You didn't really question her addiction anymore, you had gotten used to it by now.

Itami was sitting on your bed in the dark, waiting for you to come home. She slowly pops a chocolate bar in her mouth, staring intently at the door handle. She always did this when you left, then stayed until you got back. As soon as you open the door, the green haired girl jumps up and hugs you. Her tail waving sort of likes a cat's. You blush lightly at her gesture and hug her back, though you instantly start crying into the girls shoulder. Her eyes widen a bit when hearing your sobs, and she helps you to the bed. She hasn't known that you've been getting abused at both school and work, and you certainly didn't want to tell her, in fear that she's take things a little too far.... but she insisted this time you tell her, and that's exactly what you did..

"I.. have been.. sexually harassed, insulted, and abused.. at both school and work.. and I just wanted to cry a little so I can get over these problems.." when hearing your words, the female's tail stiffens flat onto the bed, her eyes narrowed slightly as he eyebrows were furrowed. "Let me get into this school.." she suddenly demands. Your eyes widen a small bit from the demand. "W-what?" "I want to get into the school. I want to be there for you." "A-are you sure? T-these are advanced senior classes- a-and I'm not sure you'd get any of what we're doing-" "I want to go." She looks you straight in the eyes, still having the urge to protect you. Soon giving in, you sigh and hug her again, she smiles and kisses your cheek.

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After registration and everything, she was expected into the senior year classes with you. Somehow she passed the written exam, not to mention the physical. Itami looks around the halls of the school, holding your hand as she drags you around. You sigh and let her, slightly looking around yourself. You hadn't really payed attention to the halls or your classes, you just want to them, most likely lost in thought or talking to friends while walking, even though your memory doesn't remember, your body certainly does. Itami smiles and reaches for the handle of class 3-A, your stomach slightly turns in nervousness and quickly pull her away and to the lockers. "U-uhm.... listen Itami... y-you don't need to talk all too much... i-I'll do the talking... okay?" You ask the female. You knew she wasn't really the talkative type, but she loves blabbering on about her kills and whatnot. She is technically a villain, but no one knows what she does.... and you wanted to keep it that way.