[Seiyon Kimura: Origin]
"For the last time, you can't go." my father said, exasperated.
"Dad, I swear- Reiyon went to U.A.! You can't hold me back." I was angry. So angry. At my father who was acting like a ass. At myself for being a brat. At my sister who was too busy to be supporting me right now. At my mother for being dead.
It was the day of the U.A. Entrance Exam and I had filled out all of the paperwork by myself (exaggeration; my sister helped me with some of it). I had all my shit together and was supposed to be on the bus to U.A. ten minutes ago. Instead I was arguing with my dad about something we've been arguing about for months.
"Why can't you just let me do what I want to do?," I threw my hands up in the air, "I mean, at least let me try out."
"No! For the last time," my dad sighed and I almost felt bad for him, "Your sister went because she went to learn how to build equipment-"
"Department of Support," I corrected, irritated. He couldn't even remember that? What a father.
"Yeah, whatever. But you want to be a hero. The one thing- the one thing I don't want you doing. You can't try out."
"Because you know that I'm fully capable of making it into U.A.," I groaned and before he could bring up anything else, I opened the door. "Bye, dad. Wish me luck." (I'm a sarcastic ass, I know.)
"No, Seiyon-," my dad grabbed the strap of my backpack with such force that I stumbled and fell back onto the floor, "For the last time, you're. Not. Going."
Before I could get back up, he closed the door and yanked my backpack off of me. I was still a bit dizzy and I could feel a bruise forming on my arm.
"Dad what- nO!," I shrieked. My dad had ripped all the U.A. forms in half. I needed those forms; I wouldn't be able to step a foot into the school without them, "You- you, gah!" I could feel my eyes start to water and before I knew it, I was sobbing.
"I'm so sorry, Seiyon. You'll understand somed-" he started.
"No. No. I will never understand," I stood up and grabbed my backpack from the floor, taking the ripped forms with me, "I'm going."
I opened the door and this time my dad didn't stop me. I slammed the door behind me and wiped the tears and snot on my tank top. I had researched about the U.A. Entrance Exam and knew that I would be moving a lot. I didn't want to end up with ripped clothes, so I wore a tank top and a pair of baggy athletic shorts. I had a sweater inside my backpack just in case.
"Alright, Seiyon, lez go, lez go." I tried to hype myself up and after standing in front of the door for a couple of seconds, I ran towards the main street.
"Taxi! Taxi!" I waved my arms on the side of the road. I would be too late if I went on a bus. Finally, a taxi pulled up on the side of the road and I quickly shoved myself into the car and shut the door.
"U.A. Academy, get there as fast as you can," I said, slightly out of breath from all that shouting. I found myself talking to a small and old man.
He smiled as he started to go on the road, "Of course. You must be going to the Entrance Exam. I think you'll do great, miss. Maybe even see you on TV later." He chuckled a bit at that and I had to smirk at such a wild notion.
"Yeah, maybe...but I got to get there on time first." I couldn't tell if I was being a bit rude but hopefully he didn't charge me more or something. He nodded and drove the taxi smoothly through the traffic, barely faltering in speed.
I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed a number. I impatiently tapped my fingers on the car's armrest and almost yelped when I got a response. "Yo, Reiyon. Can you meet up with me at U.A.?"
"Yeah sure." my sister responded. Her voice led me to think that she was a bit preoccupied but I felt relieved when I heard the click of a pen, "I'm all ears. I'll meet you at the front gate. Uh, could you tell me why?"
"Yeah, just, you know, dad. Also!," the taxi driver glanced back at me through his mirror. I lowered my voice again, "Can you bring an extra copy of all the entrance exam forms. Dad, he kinda...ripped all of them."
"Oh, wow. Um okay, yeah sure. I actually made another hard copy. I'll bring those over. How long will it take you to get there?" she asked.
"Uh…," I paused and asked the taxi driver before returning to my sister, "15 minutes, roughly." My sister grunted in response and ended the call. I let out a small sigh of relief.
The taxi driver glanced back at me again. "So, that father of yours. Sounds...interesting,"
"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled. I wasn't really in the mood to talk about my father. We managed to get to U.A. five minutes early and I shoved 2,000 yen into the driver's hands before running out of the car.
"Keep the change!" I hollered behind me, not looking back. I ran up to the front of U.A. but halted once I saw the school. It was huge and I had to slightly crane my neck to take in the entire school. There were other kids everywhere and I sometimes I had to squeeze through so that I could walk around.
"Seiyon!" I could hear someone faintly calling me, getting louder every time, "Seiyon! Seiyon, omigosh!"
I turned around to see my sister running at me, folding a folder (hopefully with the forms). I stopped staring at the school and ran at my sister, swiftly moving around people blocking my path. Reiyon pulled me into a iron hug and I could feel all the air from my lungs come out. She released me after I started coughing a bit and smoothed down the silk dress shirt she was wearing before talking.
"How's school? How's dad? How's your life? How's-" I stopped my sister before she could keep on rapid-firing questions at me.
"I'm okay, don't worry. Thank you so much for coming, I owe you." I sighed a breath of relief as I saw the tops of the papers inside my sister's folder.
"Alright, I'll ask later. We gotta get you in!" Reiyon pulled my wrist (the same one my dad did; ouch) and dragged me through the clusters of people.
"Shit, shit! Sorry, sorry." I said while knocking into almost every person I possibly could (exaggeration; it was just all the people my sister shoved through). Before I knew it, Reiyon and I were standing on the other side of the gate, other kids pushing through the clusterfuck like us.
"Seiyon, you're going to do great. You got the strong Quirk, y'know that? I'll be able to see you on TV, okay?" Reiyon said.
"Wha-what? Um, A. You're like- one of the best support developers to come out of this fucking building! Also, uh...TV?!" I practically shrieked. Not only would my dad know that I was here, the entirety of Japan would be able to judge me. Great.
"Yeah. I thought you researched, Seiyon," Reiyon smirked before continuing, "don't worry. You'll barely remember that you're on TV; just crush a lot of robots. Alright! Let's go; I don't want to be the reason you don't make it in."
The two of us continued into the towering school. We managed to get in on time and submitted all the forms with a couple minutes to spare. Before I headed towards the Entrance Exam room, Reiyon grabbed my shoulders with sudden seriousness.
"Don't worry about being judged by the people, this is a test. I felt exactly the same when I walked through that gate. You're going to do just fine." I teared up a bit and Reiyon pulled me into one last hug, thankfully less painful than the last one. We let go and after several moments of silence, I headed over to the "room" where the practical exam was taking place.
Before Reiyon and I parted ways, I hesitated and decided to ask Reiyon a question I was thinking about since the taxi ride. "Reiyon? Do you think...if I get into U.A., I could move in with you? I don't think dad would, you know," I was at a loss of words.
"Yeah, yeah, definitely. I can pick up your stuff from home and I'll bring it to my apartment. Give me your backpack, you can't bring it into the arena. Good luck, Seiyon!" she gave me a small thumbs-up before heading towards the entrance.
I made my way towards the practical exam, following a couple other kids. Once we got there, I could hear the people I was following gasp and I understood why once I went into the arena.
Just like I researched, the practical exam would take place in a replica city district. There were roughly 50 other kids at the starting point. I moved my way to the front and was almost there before someone yanked my wrist
"Hey, boney. I didn't know you'd be here." I turned around to find myself staring at the one person I prayed wouldn't be here. She was tall, pretty in almost every single way, and saltier than the Dead Sea.
"Good to see you too, Mira." I rolled my eyes a bit and tried not to make eye contact. Mira smirked and looked at my clothes which seemed simple and mundane next to her outfit.
"What fashion sense, boney. Didn't know you were into trying to look good." She laughed a little at that and I almost wished that my dad were here to drag me out. "You know, I really didn't expect you here. I thought you would be off trying out for the League of Villains or something. Your Quirk suits it."
"Okay…?" I wasn't in the mood for a comeback. And anyways, she'd just be worse if we ever saw each other. I started to walk towards the front and tried to forget about our encounter until I found Mira suddenly next to me (Teleportation Quirk).
"Aw, you're no fun. Well, neighbor. I heard that you shouldn't even be here; daddy issues?" Mira seemed to enjoy this. She was the worst neighbor a person could ask for and I thanked God when I heard that we wouldn't be going to the same middle school. I was about to say a comeback of my own when a billowing voice came out of nowhere, causing most of the kids to flinch.
"Plus Ultra! That is the motto of this school. A school some of you will be attending within the next year! HAHAHA," All Might's laugh filled the arena, "I do hope the best for you all!" All Might's voice faded away, replaced with Present Mic, who gave a brief speech about the test.
"Alright," he said, "You may begin...now!"
*Hi, this is the author! I wanted to try out a BNHA fanfic and I hoped all of you readers enjoyed this. If you want me to continue this, I will publish more chapters later. The chapter name is an altered version of chapter one in the manga (Izuku Midoriya: Origin). Any support and/or (constructive) criticism is welcome!*