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Inarizaki Highschool had three heartthrobs known throughout the entirety of their school. They were a pair of boys—identical twins to be more specific, and a girl who was known to poses unearthly beauty. Lastly, all three belonged to the same club, the renowned boys' volleyball club which had gained lots of fame in the world of Volleyball.

While this may be considered a total coincidence by many, only the few inside the club knew the truth. That Megumi Miyako was practically forced into joining. Who were the perpetrators? Well that should be obvious. Who else but the Miya twins are bold enough to initiate something like that?

Actually, Osamu was partially forced to go along with his brother's antics, but he can be blamed just the same as he willingly did get involved... somewhat. Yeah, somewhat.

While the three of them were popular though, the kind of popularity differs. Unlike the twins who are considered as celebrities at such a young age, Miyako was someone people admired from afar.

With her long straight her, bangs cut to frame her face neatly, she could be considered as average looking from afar. When they get a closer look though, they would find themselves unable to take their eyes off her emerald pools of unique greens. They had a certain glow to it, something unnatural that people can't help but be astonished off.

She was gifted with a height taller than average, and a lovely figure of clean proportions which girls would be envious off. She was the epitome of beauty, and those who would deny this would be lying in open.

Unlike the twins who were approachable most times, Miyako was not. She liked to keep to herself and strayed far to not get involved with what her peers do. She shied away from social situations, and practically hid herself away from most despite her reputation. That reputation was also the reason why she dreaded school, and kept away from crowds most of the time.

This only added to her mysterious air, hence the title, 'Frostine' of Inarizaki. Personally, Miyako found it cringe, considering it was a name of French origin which literally means 'Ice Princess'. Not that she had the guts to say her thoughts out loud though—and left it like that, her reputation only grew.

Pretty sure it's a curious question how someone like her ended up joining a lively club like the one she joined, right? Well, it's not that surprising considering the fact that Miya Atsumu was a complete extrovert through and through. Which leads to the familiar saying that goes something like, Extroverts end up adopting Introverts most of the time. That's exactly what happened with them.

She was an entire year older than them, but not stronger and consistent. With her acquaintance status with Shinsuke, her meeting with the Miya twins was a complete coincidence. A coincidence that she started regretting almost instantly as she practically became a plaything for the two.

The moment they figured she wasn't a fan of them or volleyball though, they had instantly roped her into being their manager. When refused, they had led her into guilt trapping. Saying Shinsuke always did the chores around, pointing out the tiring jobs he does all alone. One way or another, they had succeeded their task, no hold bared.

Coming to the present, Miyako wouldn't say she hated the life she lived currently. As the official manager, and as a third-year student at Inarizaki, the timid girl had found a place where she felt she belonged for the first time since she arrived into this world. For the first time since spending almost three years in an unfamiliar world without quirks. 

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As of current, said girl could be seen sitting among the regulars of their club during lunch break, enjoying the habitual gathering as they sat on the roof under the clear skies.

As usual, things were quite lively with the usual bickering of the twins, Rintarō clicking pictures while they do so as Ginjima sweat drops at their antics. Third years merely mind their own business as they were unfortunately quite used to their lively second year duo.

Miyako on the other hand, as usual, found herself at the center of their argument. There was no surprise there, only the fact that said girl was highly disappointed with how used to it she was at that point. Without giving them a single mind, she continued on with her lunch, answering their questions with hums and mere nods.

That was until someone opened the exit of the roof, the person stepping out being someone they least expected to see at the time of day. Miya twins instantly went quite much to the others relief—knowing fully well they were the epitome of trouble. Hence, they preferred them tame near the person who had the power to kick them out of their club if he wanted to.

Yep, there was no doubt about that. That was indeed, Mr principle of Inarizaki Highschool in all of his glory stranding before them.

What actually had their attention though, was the fact that there was someone else accompanying him. Almost everyone had to look twice when they saw a girl casually talking along with a polite smile. She was short and petite, looking like someone about their age—actually scratch that, she looked like a middle schooler from her built alone.

Atsumu's eyes were blown wide. "Hey Samu, do ya think he's a pedophile?" He questioned quite seriously, turning to look at his brother from around Miyako's figure sitting between them.

He had Osamu scoffing. "What're ya an idiot or what?" The grey head questioned incredulously, making the blond pop a nerve on his forehead almost instantly.

"Ha?!" Atsumu let out. "I've seen it happen many times before!" He exclaimed, leaning forward towards his brother, which had Miyako leaning back to give him space.

Osamu in return gripped his brothers head in an attempt to push him back to his place. "Quit spittin' on me ya shit! 'n ya've been watchin' too many TV! That shit doesn' happen all time in real life dumb bitch!"

"The hell didja say?! Samu ya ugly twin!"

"We've the same face ya dumbass!"

"Is everything okay here?" The voice instantly made both of them freeze in their places. With robotic movements, they slowly turned their heads towards their principle approaching their group. Heck they weren't the only ones, everyone else was nervously watching him approach as well.

Mr principle raised a brow as he came to a stop near them, watching the twins nervously sweat with blanched faces. "Were you two fighting again." He asked watching their position, only to have them hastily rip away from each other. Sitting like obedient children with their fists folded on their laps.

"N-No sir!"

The principle merely raised a single brow at their tense posture, before turning away from them to face Shinsuke instead. "Kita-kun, may I have a word with you for a second?" The third year politely responded, which had the rest watching tensely as both of them left to the other side of the roof for privacy.

The team instantly started reprimanding the twins, before they realized the principle had left his guest with them.

The odd-looking girl stared at the group with wide unblinking eyes, making the regulars stare right back. They couldn't help but find the middle school looking girl a bit strange appearance wise. After all, not a single one of them had yet to lay their eyes on someone looking like she did. Not until she appeared anyway.

She had shoulder blade length pure white hair, ends in lose curl like waves. Bangs decorated her face, covering her forehead and nearly covering her upper lashes as well. Honestly, it didn't nook natural at all. Not one bit, but they knew it was since her long lashes and eyebrows were of the same color, pure white.

Her skin had a paper white pale complexion. The color not at all different from her hair. It was strange, because she looked pale enough to give the impression that blood never flowed in her veins. Her face features were soft and a bit round. Giving her the impression that she was way younger than her age. Her slender and petite figure didn't help it.

Those eyes of hers in particular though, were nothing like they've ever witnessed. With doe like wide eyes containing light red iris and dark red pupils, it felt as if she stared straight into their souls. She looked unnatural, especially with the light red tint occupying the tarsal plate of the lower eyelids. It gave the impression that she was had been crying despite her looking completely fine.

In conclusion, she looked completely ethereal. Even more than the beauty Miyako was famous more. She stood out like a sore thumb among all, and no one knew if that was good or bad. One could even say, she looked like a robot if not for her showing clear emotions. That's how out-born she looked, and her choice of clothes gave her no justice.

She looks weird.

Atsumu thought in his head, before glancing at his brother only to see him sending him a look that said it all.

So ya think so too?

Osamu nodded.

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Suna Rintarō wasn't one to observe people often, not when he'd rather browse through his phone—looking at memes and random videos of people fighting. However, he too can't help but stare at the being standing in front of them longer than he did with others. In fact, he found himself taking in her unique feathers more and more, painting them in his memory.

What first caught his eyes were her choice of clothes. Or more specifically, of the lack of color. It was strange, considering the loose, sleeveless crop topped turtleneck she wore. The lack of color making him find it odd as it was once again white, matching the high-ankle converse on her feet. The only thing of actual color was her light grey, high waist cargo shorts. Paired with—once again, white stockings covering the rest of her legs.

His eyes flickered over to observe the way she softly tilted her head, eyes blinking once before opening wide once again. Her stare in particular, caught his interest more than anything else, making him openly stare. It was different compared to those fangirls he was familiar with, those reds containing a certain glint giving her away.

It instantly became obvious to him—that the girl standing before him, was intently observing his team. It wasn't their appearances she was analyzing, not at all. Rather, it was something way beyond what people normally sees when they first come face to face with a person. This strange girl was extremely perspective, he has concluded.

Just like that, with that small single realization, she had officially caught the attention of the boy with fox like features. Without intending to do so.

It's not her looks alone... her entire existence screams foreign.

Her eyes trailed over one after another, taking note of everything and making a profile of each and every one of them in their mind—despite her not knowing their names at that. It was a habit of hers after all, a habit she couldn't suddenly break despite being in another world. Not that it was an entirely bad thing though.

Just as her eyes moved towards a specific fox eyed male, the sound of something clattering on the floor distracted her, eyes flickering down to chopsticks. She wasn't the only one, the noise attracted the others gazes as well.

Eyes stopped on the precious quite manager, only to see her staring at the foreign looking girl with eyes blown wide—bright emerald hues holding traces of pure disbelief and shock as her pupils shook. The hand which held her lunchbox trembled uncontrollably, slightly parted bottom lips quivering with the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing.

Soon enough, her hold on the box completely slackened, but Osamu was quick to save her food and bring it towards his lap. His eyes moved right back towards Miyako though, like the others who exchange unsure glances at the girl frozen in shock. Atsumu proceeded to send the culprit of her condition suspicious looks, narrowing his eyes at the girl as if she did a crime.

"You—you're..." Miyako paused, gulping down the lump in her throat which had seemed to have gone dry. "You're... White Dove... aren't you?" Her tone was unsure, face still showcasing disbelief as she couldn't believe who she was seeing. Yes, she is currently denying the fact that someone she once admired on television, was standing right in front of her, in this world of quirk-less.

Her doubts entirely diminished though, when the white head flashed her a simple smile. A smile Miyako was very familiar with in fact. "Hey." She called out softly, staring straight into Miyako's eyes. "Do you happen to know the correct way to become a legal hero?" Her question came out of nowhere, and it raised confusion among the group. All except for a certain girl who instantly knew she was being tested right that moment.

The raven-haired beauty found herself breaking into a cold sweat along with her realization, mentally overthinking the possibilities of failing 'White Dove's expectations. All despite the fact that she was the only one who knew the right answer.

The one she referred to as White Dove was completely aware of that fact. She simply waited for Miyako's answer patiently, proceeding to note down her nervous habits instead—like fumbling with her fingers and biting down on her bottom lips.

Finally, Miyako gathered the courage to part her lips. "A—a legal hero...?" She voiced out softly, tone unsure. "Uh... by getting a hero license?" Miyako winced at her own reply, having zero confidence in herself and for her answer much to Dove's amusement.

To say Miyako's club mates were confused would be an understatement. They exchanged murmured of confusion among themselves, eyes moving back and forth between the teen girls. Unlike them though, Dove's reaction was completely different. She broke into a childlike grin, eyes containing pure amusement.

"So, you're one of us." She muttered out loud for the rest to hear, making them fall further into the depths of dubiety. Honestly, one can say they were mere forgotten background characters at this point. "Just call me Yukihime. Hearing that name sounds odd in a place like this." She informed casually, completely ignoring the various looks of confusion being sent their way.

"Y—yes ma'am!" Miyako was in complete shock though, flustered at how casual Yukihime was being with her. Not when this girl was someone, she couldn't even dream of knowing on a personal level back in their original world.

They were soon distracted though, with Shinsuke returning back to their group. Which had Yukihime turning towards the principle who had motioned her towards him. Her eyes trailed over to the male with two tones hair, silently holding a staring contest for a couple seconds before she finally nodded to him and walked away, towards the principle. Leaving Shinsuke and the rest staring after her retreating figure.

While the mysterious white girl busied herself to converse with the elder man, the volleyball team turned their attention towards their captain. "So, what's the deal with that girl?" Aran asked, a question everyone had been waiting to voice out.

"And why'd the principle wanna talk with ya?"

"She's a transfer student. Mr. Akamura wanted me to show her around." Shinsuke responded, tone as monotone as ever as he proceeded to take his seat at the bench before carefully packing his still unfinished lunch.

"Wait a sec!" Atsumu exclaimed with side eyes. "That girl's a High schooler?!"

"For once 'm on the same page as this idiot." Osamu voiced, ignoring the offended shout his brother let out. "She looks like a Junior High student."

Ginjima let out an awkward chuckle. "I'm more surprised at the fact that she's transferring at this time of year." He had a point. Spring is just about to end after all.

Michinari on the other hand waved his hand at the second years. "Now, now, she must 've 'er own reasons." He voiced with a smile. "As 'er seniors, we should welcome 'er properly." He turned to the captain. "What do ya say?"

Shinsuke merely nodded. "She's a second year, so help 'er get used to things around here whenever ya can." He stared right into the souls of the second years present, which had the twins saluting and the rest shivering at his cold gaze.

They were soon distracted once again, by their manager who silently raised her hand as if asking permission to talk. "Umm, is it alright..." She averted her gaze. "...if I accompany her instead?"

Utter silence followed afterwards. Why? Because that was the first time since ever, did she willingly volunteer for something which involved social interaction.

Miyako nervously blinked at the dumbfounded silence she received. "Um... I can't?"

"... EHHH?!"

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ғᴀᴄᴛ ɴᴏ: ◍◍◍

megumi = 恵 [blessing/grace]

miyako — 美 [mi — beautiful] 夜 [ya — night] 子 [ko — child]
miyako = 美 夜 子 [beautiful night child]

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well, that's all for today! hope
you enjoyed the chapter! ❤︎