MHA Paper user

U.A. High has seen monsters, maniacs, and miracles walk its halls. But then there’s Reiko Kamihime—tall, silent, unsettling. Most students whisper about her like a ghost story. The girl with the tattooed rose crown. The one who folds knives out of notebook paper and slices through steel. The one who once folded an origami spider that chased Mineta around the dorms for six hours. No one really knows her. No one really tries. She sits in the back corner of every classroom, head slightly tilted, eyes locked on the teacher, never blinking. She never raises her hand. Never misses a question. Her notebook pages turn without touch, each filled with neat, ancient-looking script only she can read. Outside class, she’s usually in the kitchen, apron over her hero uniform, humming softly while preparing a perfect miso soup. She feeds the hungry, then returns to the shadows. Her food is warm, her gaze is not. But things are changing. She’s starting to talk more. Laugh quietly. Even tease the other students. Her sarcasm slices just as sharp as her paper. There’s humanity in her now—a slow-burning flame under layers of origami armor. Still, nobody forgets what she’s capable of. Reiko Kamihime is a force of quiet chaos. A calm, slanderous storm with a soft spot for girls and grilled tofu. They call her Miss Crease—and when her paper rustles, villains pray it's not exam day. Your REIKO KAMIHIME. everything else is up to ypu. i did the cool part. love you my little Kitsunes.