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Masahiro moseyed down the halls, tail swaying happily through the air. Masahiro was smart, he wore pants today, because he was visiting Shouta [aka Aizawa], and that damn guy always liked to turn off his quirk at the worst times. Shudder. Oh the trauma. He slid open the door and held the hand of his daughter as he entered the room.
“Yo, Class 1-A! I’m barging in here for today. I’m Kita Masahiro and this is my little daughter Kita Kiyomi.”












