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Itachi's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting her to make something so detailed. "Wow… it's perfect, Momo."
Momo beamed, enjoying his reaction. "Look, brother, I made it sharp too!"
Itachi inspected the kunai closely and gave a nod of approval. "It's sharp and perfectly balanced. You've done an incredible job, Momo." He ruffled her hair with pride. "My sister is very smart."
Momo smirked playfully, satisfied with his praise. "I know I am."
Yana, watching the interaction between her children, chuckled softly. "I have no doubt that my children are brilliant… just like me."
Itachi sweatdropped at that. "Yeah, sure…" he muttered under his breath, unable to help himself.
Yana's eyebrow arched as she looked at him. "What was that, Itachi?"
Quickly composing himself, he gave a small smile. "Nothing, Mother… of course, you're smart."
Yana crossed her arms and nodded confidently. "I know."
Momo giggled, and even Itachi couldn't help but laugh a little. The warmth of home filled the room as they all shared their meal, a welcome respite from the day's challenges.
After dinner, Itachi retreated to his room, grateful for the quiet moment. He sat at his desk, about to reflect on the day, when a notification pinged on his phone. Glancing down, he saw a message from Kaina.
For a brief moment, his expression softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He opened the message,
Kaina:
Hey Itachi, how was your day? [smiling emoji]
Itachi:
It was fine. A lot of tests at UA today.
Kaina:
Oh, really? Sounds tough… I was doing my internship today. Busy as always, you know… [sweatdrop emoji]
Itachi:
You must be doing well. You're good at what you do.
Kaina:
Thanks... That means a lot coming from you. [Flushed Face]
Kaina:
Maybe… we could meet sometime? You know, if you're not too busy. [Face Without Mouth]
Itachi:
We can meet. Let me know when you're free.
Kaina:
Sure! I'll let you know. [Smiling face]
Kaina:
Did you make friends other than that loudmouth?
Itachi:
Yes.
Kaina:
Good. Enjoy these high school days.
Kaina:
By the way, in a few months, I'm going to open my own agency… with the help of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
Itachi:
Wow. That's great. It's so nice to hear.
Kaina:
Thank you. Ah… I'll be a pro hero soon. And I'm waiting for you. [Smiling face]
Itachi:
Yes.
Kaina:
We'll talk soon.
Itachi:
Take care, Kaina.
Kaina:
You too, Itachi. Talk soon. [Smiling face]
Kaina sat at her workplace, staring at her phone with a flushed face. Every conversation with him makes me so flustered... she thought, trying to calm her racing heart. She shook her head, reminding herself, Not now… I have to go on patrol.
Just as she stood up, she heard a voice behind her. "Ohhh, Lady Nagant, who are you talking to?"
Startled, Kaina quickly hid her phone and turned to see Gunhead standing there, his white mask with four holes in a square formation obscuring his face, the bottom left one just a regular circle. He was giving her a teasing look, striking a playful pose.
"Was it a boy you were talking to?" he teased.
Kaina's face turned even redder. "No, no… No!" she stammered, trying to maintain her composure. "I was just looking at the location for my patrol, that's all." She hurried past him, avoiding eye contact, her heart still pounding.
As she walked away, her thoughts raced. What am I doing... she thought, her face still warm with embarrassment.
Meanwhile, at the mansion, Itachi placed his phone down, a small smile tugging at his lips. He felt a quiet sense of warmth. It's great... he thought. She's going to be a pro hero soon. He couldn't help but feel proud of her achievement, especially with the Hero Public Safety Commission backing her own agency. He smiled again, thinking, She's really something.
Fifteen days had passed since the quirk assessment, and Class 1-A had fallen into a steady rhythm. The students were sitting in their seats when Aizawa walked in, his usual sleepy expression and unkempt appearance unchanged. His gaze swept across the room as he addressed them.
"There's something important you all have to do," he said in his typically dry, monotone voice. Everyone in the class immediately straightened up, listening intently, expecting something significant.
Itachi, sitting by the window, watched Aizawa closely. What could it be? he wondered. His mind briefly darted to possible scenarios—training, missions, or even a new challenge for the class to tackle.
After a brief pause, Aizawa continued, "You all have to select the Class Representative."
The room visibly deflated, tension evaporating as if the collective expectation had been punctured. Sweatdrops seemed to appear on everyone's faces. Itachi sighed inwardly. That's it? I was expecting something more serious...
Aizawa, sensing their reactions, added impatiently, "You don't have the whole day. Just select someone and get it over with." He slumped into his chair, muttering to himself, "Next time, I'm definitely getting a new sleeping bag."
Immediately, the room descended into chaos. Students began arguing over who should be the Class Representative. Keigo, lounging casually in his seat, grinned. "I vote for myself," he teased, flashing his usual carefree smile.
Yu Takeyama smirked confidently. "I think I'd make a great Class Rep, so you all should just vote for me."
Rumi scoffed, folding her arms. "As if we're going to let you take charge," she retorted.
Yu glared. "What did you just say?!"
Before the argument could escalate, Itachi gently placed a hand on Rumi's shoulder, shaking his head calmly. She blinked, looking up at him before giving a nod and relaxing. Keigo, amused, teased, "Oh my, Itachi's scary when he wants to be."
Yu tsked, turning away in frustration.
Amid the commotion, Ryuko Tatsuma stood up, her presence instantly commanding the room. Her dragon-like features gave her a natural aura of leadership. "Alright, everyone! Calm down," she said firmly. "Let's settle this fairly—no self-votes. Agreed?"
The class murmured in agreement. Each student grabbed a chit of paper, writing down the name of the classmate they thought best suited for the role. After collecting all the votes, Ryuko stood before the box, counting them out loud.
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