The principal was an odd creature, half-mouse, half... something else. You didn't particularly want to dwell on what the other half might be, but he wasn't the strangest being you had encountered on your travels.

"Ah, Ms. Mando, how nice of you to join us," the creature greeted warmly. "I'm Nezu, and I'm the principal of this school. Aizawa here tells me that you came uninvited, spoke out of turn, and in the end, held a dagger to his throat. Is that true?" There wasn't a trace of anger in those small, beady black eyes, only a flicker of curiosity.

You tilted your head, a hand casually resting on your hip where the vibroblade was sheathed. You were the one in full armor here; the one who, without a doubt, could shatter every bone in the little creature's body if you so chose—but you didn't.

"I did, and for that, I apologize," you began, with a nonchalant shrug. "But he underestimated me, and that's not something I take lightly."

"I didn't expect you to," Nezu replied with a knowing tone, "I've heard of your kind. Mandalorians don't take kindly to being undermined." He clasped his paws before him. "How about you sit and have some tea with me? Unless, of course, your creed forbids you from showing your face," he said, his own head tilting curiously toward you.

You sighed, feeling a measure of frustration, but also intrigue. "If he leaves," you jerked your head in Aizawa's direction, indicating your terms.

"By all means, he will leave," Nezu promptly agreed, sending a pointed look to the tall, dark-haired teacher behind you, who, after a few murmurs and a grumble, exited the room.

Once the door closed, you moved to a seat before the principal's desk. Deft hands reached up and unclasped your silver helmet, setting it on the table to reveal your short-cut purple hair, and even brighter purple eyes.

"Oh my," Nezu uttered in surprise, presenting you with a cup of tea, the rim embellished with gold. "I hope that this tea won't disagree with you," he added.

Your smile, framed by ruby-red lips, stretched into a thin grin, and you took the drink to your lips, sipping quietly.

"Now, I do have quite a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering," Nezu said, genuinely intrigued.

You gave him a nod, signaling for him to proceed. "Ask away," you invited, ready for whatever inquiries he had in store.

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"And that will be all. Thank you for answering, Ms. Mando," Nezu said, rubbing his paws against the fabric of his jacket with a sense of finality. "Now, if you will, you can stay in Aizawa's class. I'm sure he won't mind."

You let out a hearty laugh, the sound loose and unbound, as you stood up, reaching for your helmet before bowing slightly. "Anytime, Sir. And yeah, joining Aizawa's class will be... fun."

Nezu smiled, a soft humoring in his eyes as he waved a paw at you. "Please, come back soon!"

You returned the smile, slipped your helmet on, and turned on your heel, marching out of the principal's office with a determined gait. Though you sensed where Aizawa might have gone—thank your instincts for that—you wouldn't head there just yet. You decided to linger back and observe the school for what it was, taking in its ambiance and the pulse of daily life here. But as you made your way down the hall, you were unaware of the watchful eyes that followed your every move.