A/N: This is just a quick reminder to you all to review my work. You guys might not know this but it's a great motivator for me to write. Hell, it's a great motivator for all writers. We live for that crap.
And don't just write "Pls continue" or "Update soon" and leave it at that, tell me what you like or don't like about it. Say you find the story interesting, tell me what you think will happen, what you like about certain characters. Anything like that would definitely make my day.
Also, there is a story that closely follows the same premise as this one, called "Forbidden Legacy" by Lord Terronus. If this story doesn't suit your fancy, you can go check that one out. Or check that one and this one at the same time. Or check neither and let us die in a fire.
Where was I going with this?
Anyway, here's this drabble.
"A bit of a rough start I have to admit, but a promising one nonetheless." the small bear, mouse, dog hybrid in a tuxedo commented as he look at the various screens above his head in the Watchtower, showcasing several of the examinees who had entered the battlegrounds after a brief stall, with an amused grin plastered on his face. "Wouldn't you agree, All Might?" he turned his head to the skinny man on his left.
"Huh?" Toshinori instinctively whipped his head at the mention of his name, not paying any attention to the principal's question, previously focused on the students destroying the bots. He looked down at the source of the sound. "Oh, you're absolutely right Nedzu. I can feel the competitive spirit permeating in the air," he said excitedly, though a part of him felt anxious as his successor was nowhere to be found. "Is it like this every year?"
Nedzu nodded. "Certainly. In fact, I believe the contenders for this year are much more lively than ever before, most likely due to the prospect of the number one hero teaching them," the principal praised.
Toshinori couldn't help but laugh at his statement. "Well, I only have you to thank for the offer, otherwise I would've never even considered such a position,"
"Oh don't be so modest, you know I simply did what was right," Nedzu waved a paw dismissively. "It was the best solution in order to strengthen the mind of this generation of heroes while simultaneously keeping you from hurting yourself," he explained, taking a sip of his tea.
Toshinori, hearing his friend's low-key concerns towards his health, peered back at him apologetically, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, I knew there would be some sort of ulterior, emotion based motive to all of this, but for it to concern my welfare," he raised a clenched fist to his chest, morphing into his hero form. "I cannot express how sorry I am to forcefully put you and anyone close to me through this!"
"Please, Toshinori, converse your energy," the bear-faced man warned the muscled figure calmly. With a quick muscle deflation and a mutter of an apology, the principal continued. "You mustn't lose any sleep over this. After all, you're not just training the next generation of heroes, but also the next inheritor of your quirk. Which reminds me, where is he right now?"
Toshinori agreed with Nedzu's words, looking back at the screen depicting a shaking Izuku Midoriya confronted by a 1-pointer, with the green-haired boy frozen in place. He grimaced slightly at his apprentice's behaviour as the bot was dispatched by a sparkling teen.
Mouse ears twitched as they singled out a sound among the commentary from the exam analysts. Nedzu recognized the sound as footsteps coming closer to him, and with the rhythmic beat of the thumps, he smiled, knowing the owner of the sound.
"Present Mic, so good of you to join us again," he greeted the Voice Hero, who took a seat beside the principal, his signature smirk giving a clear view of his pearly whites. "I take it the briefing went well?"
"Oh yeah, couldn't have been better! I got 'em hung up on every word!" he affirmed with a passion.
Nedzu knew the truth of the briefing, but chose not to ruin the mood. "That is fantastic," he complimented. "But I presume you didn't take time off your announcements to receive praise from your fellow pros."
Present Mic nodded, his grin faltering for a split second. The principal could read him like a book. That was the High Spec quirk for ya! "Yeah," he started, reaching for a file inside his black jacket. "When I was blastin' away the audience with knowledge, one of 'em caught my attention. He gave me a… funky feelin'."
Mic handed the file to Nedzu, opening it and perusing the identification. "Sh...Shinshi Netsui?" the hybrid animal asked out loud, emphasizing the surname. "As in -"
"Yep, the very same!"
"My goodness!" Nedzu blurted out, surprised by the revelation. "I never thought that the son of one of the legendary heroes would take this test. He could have gotten in through recommendations. He must surely have a goal he wants to chase," he quickly turned to Present Mic curiously. "Might I ask why you find him suspicious?"
"Well, it's just a hunch that I had, yet I couldn't help but see the similarities between this kid and another one that All Might described a long time ago! Way before this whole shebang even started!" Mic told the principal, who nodded in return, looking through the information on Netsui's file, coming across nothing that particularly stood out, other than his family name.
Nedzu looked up from the papers to Mic. "Who would that be?"
Mic spun his head around to the analysts, making sure that they weren't to the conversation between the two, before leaning into Nedzu's ear. "The one five years ago…" he whispered in the lowest pitch he could pull off.
Nedzu furrowed a brow, rubbing a paw on his chin as memories came flooding in. He knew exactly what Present Mic was talking about. In the fight that crippled All Might for life, he remembered the words that his friends said to him during his recovery, of a child who was meant to be rescued from the facility, the same facility that the maniacal criminal kidnapped all kinds of folks and heroes, to either conduct his sick experiments or to rob them of their quirks.
He also remembered the excruciating detail in Toshinori's description of the child, both in his innocent appearance, in his fear towards the situation around him, and to what he had committed before escaping the facility by his lonesome. For years they tried to uncover any leads as to the location of the child, coming up short on every investigation.
The security tapes of the facility were their only clue to his identity, and so far more questions have risen since then.
"This is quite the bold claim, Present Mic," Nedzu admitted, having thought enough on the circumstance. "Surely you don't expect me to act upon this solely because of their similarities?"
Mic raised his hand in defense, shaking his head. "Hey! These are just my observations, things to be taken into account for durin' the evaluations!" he rhymed exasperatedly, backing off for the exit to continue his announcements.
Nedzu gawked back at the examinee's files, taking in the news while focusing on the picture of Netsui. He glanced to the skinny man on his side, who was observing his successor with intensity before returning to the file. "Alright, I suppose that can be arranged. Now go on with your duties,"
The Voice Hero nodded, turning to face the door. Once he reached it, Mic gazed back at the screen that showed the semi-naked teen in question, currently fighting of a tirade of 2 and 3-pointers on top of the building that housed many of the 'villains' being thrown onto the battlefield, right next to the architecture containing the zero pointer. The Pro Hero cocked a brow at this. If he doesn't start paying attention, he might not make it out alive.
Sometime earlier
The 1P bot collapsed into a piles of bolts to the ground beneath the other 1P and 2P bots, who charged for the boy in front of them. The 1P bot reached him faster than the other, having reeled back its metallic right claw, ready to strike unmoving teen. "TARGET ACQUIRED: INITIATING MURDER." As it propelled its claw to the target's head, the teen reacted accordingly, throwing one of its own punches forward towards the claw, shattering it upon impact. The target gaped of its destroyed arm. "ERROR! MURDER FAILED."
Taking the opportunity to strike, Netsui leaped forward, thrusting a right hook to the 1P bot's head, ripping it from its neck and sending it flying to the 2P bot, hoping to distract it. It dodged the head effortlessly as it kept charging at Netsui, who planted both his feet onto the chest of the 1P bot in his momentum to finish it off, its metallic tail cocked back on his side, ready to smash and grab anything in its path.
Netsui merely smirked at his 'failure' as he stood unmoving above the crackling 1P bot.
The tail thrusted forth, connecting to Netsui's cheek, jerking him back slightly from the force. Planting a firm foot on the ground to steady himself, he pushed back against the tail ferociously, breaking the tip into the tiny pieces before driving an uppercut to the 2P bot's head. This sent it flying overhead, flinging its body to the window of a building nearby, crushing the 1P bot inside.
Netsui exhaled in relief, hands on his hips, glancing down at the work in the form of a short pile of destroyed 1 and 2-pointers laying on the streets - some with their inside machinery splayed out on the road, one of them having its head driven to the ground - and hanging on walls as well as streets poles and traffic lights, electricity crackling every so often from their bodies.
Netsui cackled, rubbing his sore cheek that held a small bruise, the unknotted ends of his bandana drifting in the wind on the rooftop.
Quirk: Chrome Bones - permanently alters the properties of the user's bone structure, giving him a skeleton that resembles corrosive resistant and hard metal. Makes it very hard to break or dislocate members, and attacks tend to be very painful.
Its biggest drawback resides in the horribly corny name, given by none other than Shinshi Netsui.
"How many points do you think we got?" Netsui asked out loud, not caring that anyone was listening in. The broken 2P and 3P bot that fell down from the walls drowned him out if someone was nearby. "I'm thinking we might be nearing the green if we fight there, but I have no idea what the cutoff is,"
'...'
"Akuma?" he perked up a brow at the silence
'...' Netsui flicked the right horn that slightly protruded from his bandana, grabbing his attention with a yelp. 'Don't do that!' he ordered angrily, disturbed from his thoughts.
Despite his outburst, Netsui sensed another emotion from his hidden quirk. "Why so glum? We're doing so well," he said,
'I see that…' he sighed. 'But this nagging feeling in the pit of my- I mean, your stomach has been bothering for some time,'
He nodded in agreement, understanding his mental roommate's words. "You think these robots are way too easy too, huh?" he asked, even when the answer was obvious to them both. After all, the pressure in his stomach came from his own feelings. Metallic claws and jets were heard climbing and flying on the side of the building.
'Yes," he sighed again, crestfallen, contrasting the previous hype. 'But alas, what am I to expect from an "entry level" exam?'
"Hey, c'mon Akuma," he grinned as he went into a battle stance, the 2P and 3P bots coming into view. "It may be entry level, but this is still a 'Hero entrance exam'. Who knows, maybe they're planning something unexpected in the final minutes," he said while grabbing a lunging 2P bot and using it as a shield against a missile from a 3P bot.
'True, such a thing might be anticipated for a school of this caliber- On your right-'
"I know," he replied, blocking an incoming projectile with his open hand before sending it back to the 3P bot, exploding upon contact.
'- however the standard may be for a heroics exam, I'm still disappointed by the lack of action in this one,' Akuma reiterated his point, with Netsui stomping on the 3P's head and ripping out the wires inside. As the bot collapsed, the teen jumped back to avoid a tail attempting to grab him.
"6 minutes, 2 seconds left!" Present Mic announced from afar, his quirk allowing his voice to carry out out throughout the battle centers.
"I was kinda hoping to struggle a bit too, but we gotta focus on the now, Akuma. No use crying over spilled milk," he asserted, countering a tail whip by holding the tail, breaking it and smacking it against the head of the culprit. Much like the head, the tail blew up into broken screws, bolts and shattered metal.
'Might as well,' he finalized, concentrating on the fight at hand. 'However, your use of that phrase is incorrect as it typically means-'
"Dude!"
'Right, the exam, of course.'
The battle between the villain bots and Netsui persisted, with the teen attacking and reacting as best to his abilities as he could, dodging and weaving past the missiles and tails, using his chrome infused members to shatter his opponents with ease, and even using one of his other quirks to maximise the damage from his throws. The latter had to be kept under control out of fear of the analysts - which Akuma assumed there were - spotting him among all the exam participants.
To combat this, he refused to go past the third circle in public.
The combination of all of the movement between the fighters, as well as the quirks used, took a toll on Netsui's body as he began to breathe heavily from the strain after his punch went through a 3P bot. He'd hate to admit it, but even with the path of destruction he made on the street, he guessed he still didn't have enough to pass the exam. 'Shouldn't have wasted so much time in finding their spawn point,' he thought.
Taking the advantage of his increasingly slow pace, a 2P bot slammed his tail on the side of the multiple quirk user, causing him to expel a river of saliva from his mouth.
Despite this, he managed to plant both feet on the rooftop, retaining his position to grab the bot by the faceplate and crushing it in his hand, dispatching it immediately as it fell. A 3P bot rushed forward towards to the incapacitated teen, who was busy collecting himself to dodge the approaching menace.
Netsui closed his eyes shut with his arms crossed to his chest, bracing himself for the inevitable impact of the hunk of metal against his bruised and sweaty figure. However, it didn't come. He took a peek at the 3P bot in front of him, seeing it had stopped moving about inches from him. He gaped at the 'villain', wondered what sort of force made it stop dead in its tracks, along with a sudden revelation.
"Hey, who took my points?!"
Just then, the building beside him came down, rocks and dusting covering the once fully windowed facility of the cityscape, bringing him out of his annoyed stupor. The earth beneath Netsui's feet shook as whatever came out of it made its presence known, a series of gasps and screams reaching Netsui's ears. The teen turned to look at the source of the distress, causing him to widen his eyes in stunned shock.
A colossal robot villain, the same size as the building it demolished, gripped the building on its side, its eight red 'eyes' glowed red, indicating that it was activated and ready to unleash hell upon the exam partakers. It locked on to the boy on the rooftop near it, who stood idle, gaping at the monstrosity that invaded the streets. On the side of its leg was the words '0P'.
Netsui knew very well what that meant.
Overpowered.
He smiled with his mouth agaped.
'Finally, a challenge!' a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins.
'Watch out!'
'Huh?' Netsui's vision dropped from the robot to its arm, which was about to strike his localization. "Oh crap!" he cursed, whipping around to run away from the metallic green fist as it made contact with the rooftop. The shockwave threw him and parts of the building to the air, molding the facility into debris and dust and flinging his flailing body to the other side of the street.
Netsui could see himself, approaching the wall of the other infrastructure from its windows, with a panicked expression and sweat dripping from his body. Rocks accompanied him in the air behind him, and according to their trajectory, the teen and the large minerals would end up meeting in a very painful way.
The cold, rushing wind did very little to calm his nerves.
Acting fast, he twisted his body mid-air, positioning his feet to connect with the windows. A familiar energy flowed through his legs to the soles of his feet, wherein a semi-transparent, shiny surface appeared, halting his motions. Netsui hunched over and sprung off, launching himself away from the falling debris and the walls, clumsily repeating the process on each foot until he was on the ground safely, while the debris did its damage to the structure of the facility, leaving several holes on the windows and dents on the bricks.
Panting lightly on one knee, Netsui composed himself, giving the oxygen to his lungs. "I really hope that wasn't too obvious,"
Quirk: Crystal Steps - with this quirk, the user can create a crystalline surface on his feet that he can use however he likes, whether it be for running, jumping or using it as a shield. In order to activate it, it requires him to put his foot where he wants to use it. Unlike levitation, he can't move the platform from its default position.
Kind of looks like someone cheating on a multiplayer server.
Back on the streets, Netsui noted that the shouts of fears were more prevalent. He whipped his head around, gawking at the amount of students running away from the danger of the Overpowered 'villain' rampaging on the street. In Netsui's spot, they were a speck in the distance, meaning they had run into a safe place away from the 0P bot's path.
The goliath bulldozed through the neighbouring structures, rolling up on the same street Netsui rested in. Its arm caught the building the teen had avoided as it turned, leaving a larger dent on the side. It peered down at the boy who escaped him, a few blocks away from it, the glow intensifying as it stared Netsui down.
Netsui remained still, wrapping an arm around a utility pole on his left.
"1 minute left!" the announcement came, the exam coming to an end.
"I gotta hurry and beat this thing or else I won't pass!" he stressed, furrowing his brows. Had he not payed any mind to the bots' spawn point and focused instead on their location, he would be in the clear. Looking back, this strategy wasn't so fruitful as Netsui thought.
'Netsui-kun, I advise not to fight this robot head-on,' Akuma stated worriedly as the goliath rounded his tank wheels to face him.
Panting slightly, Netsui let out a dry chuckle. "I wasn't planning on it." he said in a matter-of-factly, planting a firm foot on the base of the pole, splitting cracks on the wood. With a hard yank and a swift kick, the utility beam broke off, the cables ripped from their connection to the other poles as they fluttered to the ground, electricity radiating off the tears.
The weight that fell on Netsui was bigger than he anticipated. He struggled to the beam balanced on his arms, taking wobbly steps in all directions to not get the electrifying tip break, all the while manipulating the pole's mass to make it lighter. When he finally managed a good angle to steady himself, the 0P bot closed the gap between the two, standing only a block away from him.
Akuma was flabbergasted by what happened. 'Why would you do this? Is this a part of your strategy?'
"It is now!" he stated with tears of pain in his eyes. In order to stabilize the pole, he had to grasp the base, the cracked gashing his right hand. He howled in pain, his arm protesting to release the wood, but he persevered.
Netsui cocked the mast back, one hand holding the trunk with the other grabbing the broken base. The splinters cut deep into his flesh, making his hand bleed, yet he paid it no mind.
No longer struggling with its weight as it shifted, he thrust the now lightweight pole into the incoming goliath at blinding speeds, causing the winds to blow the teen back.
Quirk: Kinetic Discharge - this quirk allows the user to change the mass of an object to increase its kinetic energy and reduce the work necessary to put it in motion, granting it a much faster acceleration at a more constant speed. The bigger the mass reduction, the worse the drawback becomes.
The electrified utility pole impaled the 0P bot in its head, the force and speed of the launch causing it to jerk, the tank tracks screeching on the concrete. The goliath seemed to pause in that moment, before shrieking in its robotic tone, the shocks circulating through his system.
Netsui watched on, panting, his right eye squinting from the pains on separate parts of his body, his arms completely limp on his sides. He saw the bot's erratic movements - erratic for a giant hunk of metal -, its arms reaching out to remove the pole, being alert for any trick up the its metaphorical sleeves.
When its arms were inches away from the mast, they halted, the intensity of the red eyes fading to black.
Netsui's expression softened, subsequently relaxing his aching muscles.
'Is…' he trailed off, unsure of what it all meant. 'Is it... over? Did we do it?'
Akuma examined the monster in front of them. It was bent over, it wasn't moving, its arms were as limp as Netsui's, and it made no effort to continue.
It was clear to him. They defeated the goliath.
'Yes.' Akuma said simply.
"THE TEST IS OVER!" the Voice Hero called out, signifying the end of exam.
A victorious smile grew on his lips into full burst as joy filled his being. "YEAH!" he shouted out in triumph, momentarily recoiling in pain when he tried to pump his fists up. Nevertheless, he laughed merrily at his victory along with Akuma, who let a chuckle escape his lips.
Many of the participants arrived behind him, spurred on by the celebration, wanting to see what occurred after they ran away. They gawked at the impaled and broken down 0P bot, along with a giggling half-naked participant with a bleeding hand, astounded at the scenery. A few of them remarked on how they recognized the teen as the same one they called a weirdo at the gate to the school.
Netsui glanced at the crowd filled with shocked faces, making him chuckle a little more, disregarding any worries over his horns. Not that he felt anything in his forehead anyway.
One of the participants, who Netsui knew as the praying girl he sat with, approached him, her hands held together. "My goodness, that was incredible!" she said softly, impressed by his performance. "Everyone fled frightened for their life while you stood and fought that beast. You are so brave, sir,"
Netsui couldn't avoid cracking a smirk at her words of praise. "Well, I only did what I thought was right," he told her the half-truth, sighing in relief. "Now that that thing is taken care of, I am guaranteed to take a spot on the heroics course, maybe even on the top of the leaderboard, who knows?" he said, oh-so-gleefully.
"What do you mean?" the girl tilted her head, the crowd imitating her motions.
Netsui looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious?" he asked, motioning to the 0P goliath. "Do you know how hard that villain was to take down? It nearly put me down with one punch, so it wasn't a walk in the park, that's for sure." he gazed at his work, admiring it, his arms lazily swinging like a pendulum.
"I'm sure it… wasn't?" she replied, confused with his point. "Regardless, why do you think that gives you an advantage?"
"Well, I'm hoping that this tough guy's worth, like, 10 points or something like that, if they award us the score based on difficulty." he said, still facing the mechanical obstacle. "That would be reaaaally helpful here,"
The girl blinked, more than once, trying to comprehend what he had just told her. This boy destroyed a giant obstacle, basically that exists for the heroes to get away from… because he thought it was worth points?
Apparently, the crowd listened in on their conversation; she heard palms of hands meeting faces, 'huh's and 'Oh my god's being thrown around, and even a couple of obscenities targeted at the boy, calling him an 'idiot' and 'reckless'.
"Um… sir?" she called out to him. His lack of response showed that either he didn't hear them or he didn't care about the name-calling.
"Please, don't call me sir," he said as he sat down, relieved that the exam ended so well. "Makes me sound old. Netsui's fine,"
"Okay… Netsui-san," she corrected herself. "That bot you just beat…"
"Yeah?" he let her proceed, back still turned to her.
"It wasn't worth any points." she finally said.
The boy was unresponsive for a few moments, wherein the vine-haired girl worried she broke him. "Yo…" he whipped around, facing her fully with an unreadable expression. "You're joking, right?"
She shook her head. "No, I assure you I'm not. There was even another student with glasses that demanded an explanation for it," he clarify, bring her hands to her eyes to emphasize the 'glasses'.
"There... was?" he asked, his voice cracking, slouching over in embarrassment as the crowd groaned.
'Did you know that, Akuma?'
'It may or... may not have slipped my mind amidst the… chaos…' Akuma trailed off, sounding not very convincing to the troubled teen.
She nodded. "Of course, everyone heard him," she cocked a brow at his obliviousness. "Were you… not paying attention?"
Netsui wanted to say no, that he was too distracted thinking about the Pro Hero's dirty look, but instead what came out was a squeal similar to a sad puppy.
"Are you alright?"
He didn't answer, opting to gaze down at the pavement in a thousand yard stare, wishing to be buried six feet under, where he could die in peace with his own kind; the worms and bugs, .
Yeah, that sounded good. Dying. Dying seemed like a good strategy.
"Are there any injured that need medical assistance?" asked Recovery Girl, the Pro Hero Doctor.
"FUCK!" Netsui shouted sporadically, throwing his head back and scaring the girl near him.
"Oh my, no need to be so aggressive,"
A week later
'My opinion remains untouched; the exam went well, honestly,'
'...'
'Sure, there is some room for improvement when it comes to prioritizing enemies, but your combat skills are getting better, my friend,'
'...'
'It doesn't matter if you finished off the zero pointer for nothing, you definitely made an impact among the students,'
'...'
'Besides, you seem to have made a new friend, right, Netsui?'
'…'
'Could you at least take your mouth off the carpet, you're suffocating us,'
Netsui brought his head up, gasping in a much needed breath of air before slumping down again.
'Thank you,'
It had been a week since the exam, both practical and written, was over, but to Netsui it felt like an eternity. He had no idea how well he had done in the written part of the exam, answering the questions with the knowledge he had about different types of quirks and their weaknesses. He was expecting to be screw over by questions regarding well-known heroes, but there were surprisingly very few of those. He was thankful for that, in a way.
Now the practical part was something only Akuma and himself knew about. When his dad had asked about it earlier in the week, he'd simply fallen, sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom and not gotten up for the duration of their conversation, as well as the day. His dad decided not to pry any further, muttering to no one in particular on how absurdly long his son held his breath. Not much changed since that day.
The worst part about it all was the woman that often came by the house. That blasted woman…
Netsui heard a knock on the door, followed by it being opened. "Netsui, are you still laying there feeling sorry for yourself?" the woman inquired, and from the sound of it she was carrying her broom and slippers with bristles on the bottom. She wore that whenever she would clean the house.
She was cleaning his house. The same house he skipped cleaning for the past week.
'That damn woman.'
'Mhmm,'
He didn't turn to her, as he believed she was wearing her usual house attire, consisting of an orange sweater and no pants. The last thing he wanted was to taint his mind even further. "Don't you have hero work to do, Nemuri?"
Nemuri huffed indignantly. "For your information, today is my day off from a long week of crime fighting, so I thought it'd do me good to spend some time with my favorite little boy," her footsteps told him he was approaching, where she prodded him with her broom. "But apparently, he's too busy being a drama queen to appreciate my efforts,"
"Pfft, what efforts?" he chuckled rather obnoxiously, immediately regretting his words as Nemuri pinched his cheek, bringing him up to her, inches from her face, making him have to stand.
Lo and behold, his suspicions were correct - orange sweater, no pants, and glasses too! -. However, there also something else. She was angry, if her toothy snarl was any indication of it.
"Ungrateful little brat, you think I do this kind of crap just 'cause I feel like it!? You think I'm that shallow?!" the maddened Nemuri retorted, fuming from her nostrils.
Netsui didn't feel threatened at all by this. "I mean, it wouldn't be a stretch to- OW! Do you have to do that?!" he yelped when she pinched his other cheek, giving in a full view of his surroundings. Or he would have, if some white paper wasn't obscuring his vision. "Huh, what's this?" he asked curiously, pointing at the foreign object.
Nemuri huffed once more, releasing Netsui from his grip, rubbing away the pain from his cheeks. "Well, while I was touching up on a few chores around the house - you're welcome, by the way - the mailman came with the results of your exam," she stated, bringing the enclosed letter with the U.A. signature to his face.
Netsui's eyes widened, lifting a shaky hand to take the letter. "It's finally here?" he questioned, flabbergasted that the week-long infernal wait was over.
"Yes, and I want you to know that I was debating whether or not to-" she was caught off guard when the teen wrapped his arms around her in a soft hug.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he repeated the phrase over and over, expressing his boundless gratitude for the woman that he 'hated'.
Still in her state of shock, Nemuri let the teenager hug and thank her incessantly. She certainly wasn't protesting to stop, it felt too nice.
When he decided to let go, much to her disappointment, he flashed her a sincere smile, then heading to his desk to open the letter.
With a grin of her own, Nemuri left the room to give him some privacy, her bristled slippers brushing the floor on her way out. She didn't need to know if he got into U.A. or not. This was Netsui's future and only he would decide where he was going with it. Mostly, she was glad his mood over the week changed when he saw the letter.
He was a good kid, when he wasn't insufferable.
"WOOOOO, yeah!" the boy's peppy celebrations came at full force, the sound passing through the thick walls. "I'm going to U.A. hahaha!"
Nemuri giggled at the noise, finding joy in the kid's happiness.
She suddenly realized that giving him a perfect score of 10 at the evaluations was worth it.
A/N: Wow, how in the name of hell did I manage to write over 3000 words for the Entrance Exam scene? I amaze myself sometimes.
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