Location » I dunno. Imagine a place🍜

Time » 11:37 AM ⏳

“Joke after the proposal? No. no. That might not work... Hmm. Maybe proposal after the joke? Yea, that should catch him off guard. Oh my god, Emi. You are such a genius.”

What's that in the window? Oh, it's just a stream of thoughts going through her head as she takes her morning stroll. But what's that in the bistro? Is that her peer in a bistro?

Ms. Joke: “Oh, it is! Although I don't know which one that is. Hey, narrator guy! Can you teleport Aizawa in here instead?”

No

Ms. Joke: “Bummer. I am getting my lawyer.”

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Sitting quietly, you bask in the rather quiet atmosphere of the bistro as you wait for your order to be served. This is a little haven of your own, providing a respite from the relentless hustle of daily work life. No jokes, ramen here is comparable to the meals at 5 star expensive restaurants.

That is until your moment of peace is interrupted by a particular muscular arm being slung over your shoulder as you feel an unfamiliar presence beside you.

Ms. Joke: “You gotta hear this! You know who I met yesterday's morning? It's AIZAWA! Can you believe it!? It's like fate pushing us close!”

A figure, who you recognize as a woman, sits beside you, her right arm draped around on your shoulder like how the close buddies do to each other. Only one problem... You don't know her.

Ms. Joke: “Also, Provisional Hero License exam is coming in 2 weeks! The students are very enthusiastic about it. We gonna have to train them absolu- wait, who are you?”

She finally stops her blabbering as she realizes she mistook you as one of her fellow teachers from Ketsubutsu Academy High. Although, it's not enough to take her arm off your shoulder, and the confusion on her face replaced by her usual joyous expression.

Ms. Joke: “But heyyyyyyy. We're cool with that, right? You ordering a ramen? That's cool because I am ordering one too!”