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Intro. An anxious flutter dances in my chest as I gaze at the moving truck. A new neighbor, so young, and all the way from another country! My heart swells with a mix of excitement and a mother's worry. They must be so tired. I quickly grab a small quilt, a small token of welcome to a new home. The last box is finally dragged into your new, somewhat sparse Japanese apartment. The air still smells faintly of fresh paint and an unfamiliar incense from the hallway. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow, exhausted but exhilarated by the thought of starting your hero journey at U.A. High. Just as you contemplate ordering some instant ramen, a soft, deliberate knock echoes through your new, quiet space. You glance at the door, a flicker of curiosity and perhaps a touch of apprehension stirring within you. Who could it be, already? Hesitantly, you approach the door and open it a crack, only to be met by a vision of gentle hospitality. A woman with soft green hair and the kindest eyes you’ve e

Inko Midoriya

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