LunairiaBlaze: We were finally able to finish polishing off this chapter, hopefully, you all really enjoy it. We are also taking into account the reviews we received for the prologue and have changed a few things to hopefully accommodate that. This is only the first part of the opening arc so if you do not see your oc here, do not panic, they will appear in the next section.

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Rating - M - for graphic scenes of violence, horrific events, death, murder, language, angst, etc.

Warnings - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND ADULT LANGUAGE. You have been warned. Please read at your own discretion. Turn back now if this is not for you.

Chapter One Part One:

Spotlight

Present day- Entrance Exam

Location: Sector Xyz

The buzzer signifying the start of the entrance exam had gone off nearly edging on ten minutes ago. You would assume that would be the opportune moment to rack up some points, to plow ahead of the crowd and try to fight off as many robots as possible while impressing the judges. And yet he still hadn't scored a single point for himself, or even tried to get into anyone's way - let alone plow through the crowd. Even the thought of being noticed or taking someone's points made him sick to his stomach. But much to his own anxiety, he hadn't defeated a single robot, meaning: he hadn't even earned any points. The worries in the back of Ryoku's mind are glaringly apparent as he feels his chest thumping hard with a strong feeling he recognizes as dread.

Will I even pass? Should I even be here in the first place? His bitter thoughts only increased the dread. Maybe it was foolish to think he stood a chance in the first place. For one, he could almost guarantee he passed the written portion - at least I have that going for me, maybe... That was probably the only thought that kept him going right now besides this hurrying up and being over.

But he was starting to feel like maybe he wasn't hero material… If this is what made you a hero then perhaps he wasn't meant to be one after all.

Ryoku was pretty unassuming compared to the other examinees, what with his thin and lanky frame, small size and naturally dark hair. He was average, at best, nothing special. He stumbled around clumsily - shyly - afraid to get in anyone's way. Others might've even pegged him as pathetic, he knew this, and he couldn't really blame them for their rude sneers or the pity in some looks thrown his way. Every other guy towered over him in height, and he could swear more than half of the females in his sector were taller than him as well. Even his outfit was on the underrated side, simple red shirt paired with thin black track pants. It was meant to be a test, not a fashion contest, so he hadn't bothered to put a lot of effort into his appearance and maybe that would make him less likely of a target.

It was almost as if he planned for it to be that way; being less noticeable since he wanted to avoid most of the robots. Ryoku had tried, really did try, to fight the very first robots he saw, but the machines were never alone. Always traveling in groups and forcing him to hide off somewhere safer. He knew that alone, he couldn't defeat them but he had found something else to occupy his time with during those moments.

While the dark-haired boy wouldn't fight the robots on his own - he was way too scared for that - he didn't hesitate too much when it came to helping others escape or distract the things when fellow examinees were in danger. His quirk made it somewhat easy; using the ethereal hands crafted by his quirk, Ryoku was able to knock the machines off course with random shoves or even by tossing broken metal pieces at them. He didn't even have to be within arm's length of the things to be able to inflict damage - much to his relief.

Though, it was almost naive of him to think that he'd be getting out of this exam by merely hiding and saving others. He knew this, had gone in knowing it was probably impossible, but at the back of his mind, he couldn't help the small sliver of hope that kept him pushing forward with his luck. Until he was to the point of actually forgetting he was supposed to be doing anything besides helping others.

'Just maybe I can do this on my own,' Ryoku thought uncharacteristically confident, a small smile gracing his face as he pushed forward, dodging an onslaught of students and robots engaged in combat using his small size to his advantage - just coming off of the adrenaline rush of saving yet another student.

He pushed forward on thin legs, moving as quickly as his lithe body allowed towards a defenseless student, frozen in fear with a one-meter bot closing in on him. 'Oh no, this doesn't look good,' Ryoku worried with a frown, heart hammering and breath wavering but pushed to get closer. 'I have to jump in.'

This looks like an acceptable distance, Ryoku stopped about three feet away and activated his quirk in a split second. Ethereal glowing, phantom hands shot out from the boy, 'What to do, what to do?'

His mind worked at twice the speed, eyes scanning over the area around him for any salvageable item, a way out - until something lit up his vision, ahh perfect! Ryoku cheered in relief and carefully maneuvered the ghost-like appendages to toss a pretty good sized shard of glass paneling from a robots headpiece. Ryoku watched as the boy jumped out of the way just as the panel smashed through the army green metal chest plate of the beast. With a gaping hole through its body, the robot teetered and fell over, successfully disabling it.

'Yes!' Ryoku mentally cheered, this was his seventh save of the day, and honestly he was started to get a little tired. All of this extra excursion of his quirk was slowly running his body down. With the tell-tell slight ache of an oncoming migraine pulling at the back of his head and his stomach protesting with lack of nutrients that he had wasted on activating his quirk so many times, he grit his teeth - would no doubt finish pretty soon. But the rush made a grin form on his pale face, lighting up his common features, his heart soaring and leaving him feeling light as air.

Man, if this is what a hero feels like, I never want to stop, Ryoku thought through the rush of emotions tugging at his chest.

Dropping the mental pull of his phantom hands creation, he wiped the sweat from his brow and ignored the pain in his head to turn to the other boy with an exhausted smile. The examinee quickly bowed to a flustered Ryoku, murmuring his thanks before slipping off again.

A weird embarrassed pang left him speechless, and he could feel the wave of heat that washed his cheeks in color - a blush, he thought offhandedly, not just the flush of exhaustion. Ryoku raked a hand through his dark, messy hair, staring off after the other in a fluster, not used to this attention at all. His whole body ached like he had been run over by a truck, but- I'm never going to get used to these thanks, he laughed to himself, a bubbly yet quiet sound. He loved this. He truly loved this feeling under the ache. He felt alive, for the first time in forever.

A particularly loud blast filled the air and brought Ryoku back to reality. Oh no, how long have I been lost in my own world? He panicked, eyes widening before he turned around to get moving again.

But it was already far too late.

His face smacked right into a solid surface, army green filling his senses. Ryoku yelped, leaping backward like he had been burned, throwing a hand over his now throbbing nose. Pain washed over him, but that wasn't all - "Oh no..." he trailed off, gaze trailing upwards to the tower in front of him.

That was when he realized he had managed to become surrounded. His breath caught in his throat, blood in his veins turning rapidly into ice at the realization. He felt cold, numb - terrified. Everywhere he turned, robots both small and large had begun to emerge from alleys and fake shops in the city. The examinee he had saved earlier was nowhere to be found as if the other teen had only stuck around long enough to thank him and then take off to score more points of their own. Now he was stuck with nothing to do but shrink in on himself in hopes that someone would repay the favor and rescue him. Why and how had he managed even to get himself into this situation?

The instructors lined up to watch the scene on display with bemused smiles on their faces. The room was a bit crowded with the clunky, muscular frames of heroes who were eager to witness firsthand the protection of the future. This year's candidates seemed promising, and several students outshone their peers. Though despite their promise of power and strength, what lay ahead of them might be more than these mere beginners could chew and these "good guys" took some sick pleasure in watching the outcome.

Displayed on the small screen off to the right of the impressive wall of monitors, an average sized teen with a head of wayward long, bushy silver hair was blinking her golden eyes between the test bots surrounding her and unbeknownst to her, earning the gaze of every person in the room. She was the current source of fascination of the instructors, one of the students who brimmed from the get-go with talent.

A plain white t-shirt clung to Tatsuma's torso, and black yoga pants accented her hourglass frame with matching monochrome sneakers. Never one truly worried about fashion, she almost regretted her choice of clothing due to the stark white and grey backdrop of walls from the faux cityscape. Although her bright, fiercely sharp, fiery orbs helped her stand out. Gold embers burning hot under the prominent scars crisscrossing to form a perfect 'X' over her left eye would make her blend in just as much as a bright red crayon in a box of white. So, despite her thoughts, the instructors wouldn't have a difficult time making her out amongst the crowd of examinees.

Her pale face would be considered sharply attractive if it weren't for the unamused sneer on it as she deftly transformed her body with practiced ease mid-run, eyes dead set on the scene happening before her. She had just wholly obliterated three robots at once, something she felt very smug about, but god, it seemed like she couldn't cut a break. Could no one do anything without her? And these trainees called themselves 'future heroes'? As if, she scoffed, rolling her eyes but not slowing down even for a second.

'Figures,' Tatsuma irritably huffed, eyes locking on her target, body morphing in seconds that felt like years.

Scale-like patterns appear on her pale skin, swallowing up the porcelain into crimson scales all over her arms and legs, down to her hands. Golden ember-like scales trailed down her neck, peeking out of the material of her t-shirt. Tatsuma's fiery pupils turned to slits framed by a rim of red scales around her eyes, with the rest of her face remaining starkly pale.

Her scar practically glowed with an ethereal crimson light matching the large red wings with gold membranes on her back. Sharp red horns peaked out from her fluffy curtain of silver hair, as a red blade-like tail, gold underside, swished dangerously behind her.

Immediately, she skidded to a halt near the half circle of robots that surrounded a boy of the same height as herself who cowered pathetically to the metal forms. His body trembled with fear, sweat dripping from his dark, messy mop of hair down his face and soaking his shirt. What the hell was he doing? Fucking fight! She mentally screamed at him before launching forward.

Tatsuma didn't even waste a second thought, her body lurching into action into the boy's place. On instinct, she threw an arm over his skinny torso as a makeshift shield and without even a glance, voice gruffly barking out, "stay back!" that was met with a small yelp from deep within the boy's throat.

Her jaw unhinged itself, letting a shower of bright flames bathe the robots, eyes lighting up in amusement when the metal creaked loudly and melted from an intimidating solid form into a large puddle on the ground. Tatsuma didn't even hold back the smug grin on her face as she heard Ryoku let a gasp of surprise fall from his lips.

Another didn't even have the chance to train it's red eye on her before the dragon girl breathed her deadly quirk of fire, reducing him to nothing. When she dubbed it safe, she quickly took a step back, clamping her mouth shut with a soft click of her teeth as she took in breaths of fresh air through her nose.

This exam was too easy, way too easy and she could feel herself getting bored. How was she supposed to show everyone that he was the best of the best with a weak exam like this? This was far below her level. Almost an insult to her skills! The exam had just started, not more than ten minutes ago and from the alarm, Tatsuma had busted right out ahead of everyone else and took out more than a fourth of the medium sized robots that surrounded the empty city. She had heard that this was supposed to be challenging. This was an exam, wasn't it? So where the hell was the challenge?

The silver-haired girl didn't waste a second to round on the other teen.

"Hey kid, if you're going to be taking these exams shouldn't you be a bit more serious than just standing there like an idiot? If you can't even defeat a robot how do you expect to become a hero?" Tatsuma said with a scowl, turning to train her fierce glare on the pale face of the other, followed by a murmur of, "I guess they let all kinds of people into these things huh," that was more to herself than anything else, but Ryoku heard it nonetheless.

He shrunk under the weight of her stare, the scary slits for pupils feeling more like he was tossed headfirst into a fire rather than staring into the eyes of a female examiner.

Well, her quirk definitely suited her, that's for sure, he thought with a breath of awe.

She was mean and even scary, but Tatsuma had a point, how could he hope to become a hero when he was too scared to fight the baddies right away? Sure, he had started helping others, but that was only after he had gotten tired of running away. It makes him lower his head in shame, eyes downcast and staring at the broken concrete littered with metal, heart clenching in his chest. He couldn't come up with a response right away, but he did spot something else.

The shadow of another large robot as it approached the dragon girl. His heart hammered in his chest, a now familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins and feeding his fire. 'I have to save her!' repeated itself over and over in his mind.

She had narrowed her eyes more at him, ready to ask if he were so scared that he lost his voice, only to be interrupted by the small boy. A quick shout of "look out!" Before Tatsuma hears the sound of a robot smashed away. It was possibly worth two points, slammed into a nearby wall by a surreal hand as it lay in a crumpled heap.

Blood pumping wildly, Ryoku makes the mistake of smiling after taking the robot out. He was only glad that he was able to save the girl from possibly getting hurt while yelling at him.

Tatsuma, however, read the situation entirely differently.

His heart sinks when he catches the look that darkens her sharp features, causing him to gulp and the fear from before to lodge itself back into his stomach. She snarls at Ryoku, reminding him of a wild animal that was fighting to protect its territory. Hardened embers for eyes bore into the boy with anger so intense; it could have been confused for hate. Like fire roaring from deep within just before it came to the surface.

"Are you serious right now?! You sit there bumbling around like an idiot just to wait for a chance to make yourself feel like a hero by pretending to be useful? Don't go grinning like you did anything special, runt! I could have handled that thing in my sleep; one smash with my tail, and it'd have been gone." Tatsuma finishes with a bark. Lip curled up in the nastiest snarl he had ever seen in his life.

Ryoku is taken aback by the harshness of the girl, reeling back as if she had slapped him. Feeling, in his weak heart, like she had done just that.

"O-ooh, no, no, no! I um-um didn't mean that at all, I was -" Ryoku rushes to stuttered out, but Tatsuma's harsh laugh cuts him off. He shuts his mouth with a small snap, eyes wide before she puts a hand up and promptly sneers at him, eyes displaying utter disgust like he was the gum stuck to the bottom of her sneaker.

"Save it, coward. I don't have time for this. I need to be winning, not wasting all of my energy on useless runts like you." And with that, she turns on her heels and sprints away, leaving Ryoku flustered and guilty as her mean words replay themselves over in his head.

The instructors catch sight of their first applicant using a non-brawler type quirk in the form of a male student sporting gently curled blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail, falling to about mid back and grey eyes. He was dressed in brown cargo pants, a white T-shirt with a golden starburst design in the center, a brown button up shirt thrown over it like a jacket and white sneakers. The blonde haired boy was distinctly hard to miss, standing out like a golden sore thumb in the midst of the crowd with his mischievous aura.

From the get-go, the lanky, fox-like boy runs loosely, a wild smile on his feminine features, chest pounding with excitement. He promptly ignores any other teen in his way, even going as far to almost barrel into a few of them, just snickering when they shout back at him.

This was his element, his field and he was itching to show what he could do.

Seemingly taunting the robots, Ritsuo waits like a matador for the one-point machines to charge at him, his small pink lips still pulled into a grin. Only when it seemed like each one would be able to run him down or attack with their shield like arm, he moves into action. The blond quickly steps to the side, just barely avoiding the swing from the machine.

"Ah hah, you were close that time buddy!" He chuckles to himself and doesn't give it a chance to make another charge, jumping to retaliate. Ritsuo's right arm juts out to reach behind the shield, and instantly, his ivory palms glow a soft blue before a similarly colored ball of flame quickly eats away at the thin arm-like structure.

The shield does the rest of the work for Ritsuo as he steps back, watching the weight cause the whole arm to clatter to the ground. Another playful grin makes its way to Ritsuo's face; the robots may be tough on the outside, but one smart move and they were nothing but junk. 'Hah, I could do this with my eyes closed! So much for a challenge,' he happily muses before slipping his hand through his light-colored locks.

All he had to do was effectively put them out of commission, and this would be a piece of cake. I'll for sure be a U.A. student by the end of these last few minutes! The blonde thought wistfully before he turns and leaves the machine where it continued to struggle back into a moving stance.

Off-balance by its drastic change in weight; it wouldn't be doing any harm to anyone. He'd done the same to a few other robots earlier, and it honestly felt like a game to him at this point. Who knew the entrance exam would be such a walk in the park? He thinks, smirking to himself.

There was another two-pointer that Ritsuo spots, currently the target of another candidate but that doesn't stop the lanky boy. He sprints after them, cutting in front of the girl, both hands jutting out as his palms glow a bright blue just before twin balls of flame burst out. The robot didn't stand a chance, a mini explosion from the flames decimates the top half of its body.

The blond laughs giddily after the girl yells at him for snatching her points, turning on his heels to skip backward as his sticks his tongue out at her. He was taunting her now, wiggling his fingers with his thumbs in his ears. Don't know why you're getting so mad. I just saved you….not! God, I can't even lie in my head.

Caught up in his imaginary game of hopping from robot to robot, Ritsuo fails to notice the medium sized scrap metal plate on the street until he's tripping over it. Tumbling down to just barely land on his hands and knees, somehow catching the brunt of the fall.

Damn it, who put that there? My poor body is going to be hella sore by the end of this now. Ritsuo whines to himself, and by the time he's turned himself over, a three-pointer is bearing down on him, the metallic humming almost menacing. Well, he thinks, mind flashing abruptly with fear, so much for this exam being all fun and games. Not when karma gets me good like this.

He only manages a whimper just before he catches movement behind the robot. Ritsuo wanted to smile in relief at the familiar face but keeps it to himself, who knew if the robot was smart enough to notice him relaxing. Better safe than sorry, right? Didn't want to add to the danger.

The source of movement turns out to be a male student with brown hair curled in tight ringlets that reach to his ears. He was dressed in red shorts with dark burgundy swirl patterns on the sides, a matching red T-shirt and red and white laceless shoes. His quirk was already plenty obvious as a mutation thanks to the large, feathered wings adorning his back. More feathers were located around his neck and forearms while his hands ended in talons.

The "savior" doesn't hesitate for a second, slamming a taloned hand into the robots' head. The metal warps and squeals as the talons cut through it as easily as a can opener, sparks flying from the destroyed portions. Too easy of a takedown in the brunette's mind but that was just fine. Ritsuo dusts himself off, a huge grin of relief taking over his face. Boy, was he glad to see the other teen! For a second he was worried he'd have to use that to save himself; that would have been a significant pain- literally.

The blond gets to his feet, suddenly wondering if Oboru had seen him trip and he bats his eyelashes at the other boy, his clasped hands by his cheek, "my hero, I knew you'd come to save me~."

If he did happen to see Ritsuo's screw up, the blond hoped that by being cute enough he could get out of a lecture. No such luck on that though, the brunette was never one for cute acts.

Oboru scowls from beneath his chestnut hair, revealing a nose that ended in a small, hooked beak, "knock it off and focus on getting points! You do want to get into U.A, don't you? If I hadn't turned the corner when I did, you would have gotten hurt too."

Clearly, the brunette was so not interested in the 'pretty' boy's games, absolute focus was necessary. If he kept messing around not only would he possibly fail, but Oboru couldn't always hang around him to help out. They needed to get into the academy with their separate power. Not every hero is going to have someone come in to back them up at the last second. And Oboru wouldn't be any different! He can't give his school friend further aiding, no matter how much cuteness the blonde boy would dish out.

Ritsuo casually shrugs, voice a calm tone, but his grey eyes sparkled with mirth, "can't blame a guy for trying. Also, you should lighten up a bit. I've gotten plenty of points by now." Ritsuo finishes by lightly punching the other boy on his left arm which only makes the brunette scowl.

Oboru finally sighs and with a resounding nod, already turning on his heel, his mind working on how much time he had left to score big and floating away from thoughts of the smaller boy. With the blond safe, he could move deeper into the city. Ritsuo, however, pouts at the shift of attention. 'Aww, he's going to leave now? We could make the perfect team up.'

Oboru makes to sprint off when he feels a hand grab his own and he instinctively pulls away, his eyes hard again as he gives the blond a firm look, "later! Ritz, you know now's not the time for things like that." The other boy pokes his bottom lip out causing Oboru to groan; was he really pouting right now? Oboru looks ready to say something before turning and taking off, making sure not to look at Ritsuo again. If he did, he knew he'd give into those puppy eyes, but the exam always came first.

In a tight, faux city alley, angry blue irises surrounded by black sclera glare at the defeated machines from under the fringe of sloppily divided white hair, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths. Finally, he managed to catch a lull in between fights. 'Fuck, how long until this shit is over?' Kokichi wonders with a strong sense of annoyance, dropping his hands onto the rough fabric of his jeans, wiping a mix of blood and sweat on the denim.

A bright red haze - almost thick like a cloud of blood and just as dangerous - surrounded Kokichi's body visible to those nearest him. His quirk was only edging on the brink of stage two, and he honestly didn't want to go past that. He could feel the familiar tugging in his chest at full force now, the feeling he'd been forcing down while fending off robots. But now that he was still it all hit him like a tidal wave, full force and in a breath-taking, lung-crushing rush. The back of his mind is pressing in on him, body wavering, fighting with him - against him - mind whispering, just another stage, Kokichi, but no.

Kokichi's hands fly to the crown of his head, and immediately he grabs fist fulls of light straight strands in a death grip. The pain barely registers over the whirlwind of the real fight going down in his mind. 'No, no, no no, fuck! No, shut up, just stop it!' He roughly hisses to himself through gritted teeth as mild panic sets in and he tries to get a grip on himself helplessly. He would not give in, not right now. Don't you fucking do it, Kokichi. Not while you're trying to show U.A., you are worth picking as a student. White teeth bit down on the sensitive skin of the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from fading away with the voices in his head. He needed to stay at stage two to rationalize, something that was necessary for these exams. He couldn't - wouldn't - let himself go up another stage.

He finds his hands letting up their grip until they fall limply at his sides. The white-haired teen already knew he was reckless at this point like an animal let out of its cage to wander into freedom for the first time. Pupils dilated and breath coming out in rushed angry puffs. Far past the point of irritation and stepping into a more heated state. But, by God, he needed to be sane for this.

It takes all of his willpower for Kokichi to turn himself around and force his legs to move again. He couldn't just stand here all day long and bathe in his inner demons, or that would make it worse. The teen needed to keep going, ignore the feelings piling up and focus on the matter at hand and his chosen memory.

Come on. You can do this, find some more targets. Kokichi determinedly moves, rounding the corner which leads him to enter an intersection bringing him deeper into the city. Blue and black eyes scan the desolate streets until - there's one, he thought with a smirk.

The second a test robot appears in his field of vision, Kokichi pounces on it and beats it to near scrap metal with vicious punches and kicks of a blatant show of power. The lanky boy's chest heaved with labored breaths but more so due to anger than exhaustion. His fighting style was notably similar to Tatsuma's only in that it was more reckless and purely physical. Using sheer emotions to pull on unmeasurable strength. It was as if the boy was fighting with sheer anger instead of arrogance.

Stay angry, keep that image in mind and show these guys you're a beast. Don't let go of this feeling. He growls to himself like a silent mantra, the red haze wavering just before it strengthens again.

The white-haired teen's long and skinny torso is covered by a white tank top that clung to him with a thin layer of sweat that seemed to rustle unnaturally as if manipulated by a faint breeze on his mile long, gangly legs. Shrapnel littered the floor around him like a junkyard, leading to him like a trail from the alley to the intersection reminding him of his many defeats already. Had it really been that many already? Fuck, why couldn't he even remember?

His thin lips fall into a flat frown as his frantic eyes trace over the concrete. He knew he was doing good so far, something he wasn't surprised about in the first place, but he just wished there was a different way to go about it. That same thought never left Kokichi and instead seemed to be on constant repeat.

The same image he always tried to focus on playing through his mind again, flashing over and over until it was burned into his mind's eye forever: A woman's nasty sneering face, hard lines rough with raw emotion; or the same woman with her lip curled in disgust, head wrenched back and eyes swirling with something dark. Rage? Hate? All bubbling up and tipping him over the surface, igniting the own fire that made a home within his chest.

The images makes Kokichi stomp on the remaining scraps of a three-pointer, the flickering red glass eyes breaking like eggshells under his sneakers before he runs out of the inner section. He feels a growl making its way to his throat, he wasn't keeping track of his score at all, but he should have had more than enough points by now. Kokichi lets his shoulders droop into a slump at the realization, hands finding their way in his pockets as he takes in the area around him.

His blue and black eyes travel to another student not too far away, dressed in a purple muscle shirt, fitted just as slim tight as the jeans on his legs; a studded black belt and purple converse finished his outfit. Kokichi watches for half a second before dismissing the teen just as quickly. However, it was enough for him to notice the strange red lance in the boy's hand.

The instructors were faintly surprised to realize the red weapon was most likely created from the blood of the dark brown haired wielder. Wow, a blood quirk, that's rare, Kokicki blinks in awe. Ryuji thrusts the lance into the midsections of two one-point robots gouging them like Swiss cheese. His green eyes roam the field until he spotted the lanky boy being stalked by a one point machine. With his aggressive attention focused on two other one-pointers, Kokichi fails to notice the one behind him until it was too late.

He didn't think he should be doing this while in the middle of an exam, but Ryuji also couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The guy was in trouble and damn. He wasn't heartless! He couldn't just ignore it and walk away while the robot most likely attacks the white-haired teen caught off guard. Even if it hindered his score, he wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt if someone got hurt right in front of him because he neglected to do anything. There was even the off chance that this in itself was a test; to separate those that only focused on their own points and turned a blind eye to those in danger. So hey, win, win, right?

Ryuji returns his lance to blood, absorbing it through the cut on his wrist before cupping his hands around his mouth, "Hey! Watch out - behind you!" He shouts out. A slightly worried tinge pitches his tone, voice thankfully reaching over the chaos.

Kokichi whirls around and in one fluid movement splits the robot in half with a savage spin-kick. Well fuck. Never mind then, Ryuji chuckles with mild shock as he watches the other boy promptly take down the thing without any struggle. At least he seemed to be doing just fine on his own.

Ryuji startles out of his own thoughts by a snapping voice. "Mind your own business. I didn't need your help!" His angry eyes bore into Ryuji as he snarls at him, stomping away before the other boy even gets a chance to reply. Ryuji stares after him, mouth agape before quickly snapping it back shut and clears his throat to righten himself.

Kokichi mentally flinches at his biting reply as he runs farther and farther away from the other. That's not at all what he wanted to say to the other boy - like not at all. A groan falls travels up his throat and falls from his lips. He would need to apologize to the Ryuji after the exam is done and properly thank him for the warning. Once again, Kokichi wishes he was able to take this exam a different way, but life had a sick sense of humor. If it weren't for his quirk….but he couldn't dwell on that now, what was done was done, and he'd have to settle for apologizing later.

Ryuji runs a hand through his long hair, pushing it further back into the neatly combed style, a bit shocked at the attitude he received. But hey, he knew how much pride could go into situations like this. Everyone wanted to show U.A. how strong they could be. Needing help with an entrance exam would only make them look bad. So could he blame the weird guy for flipping out? Nah, he shook his head with a laugh, he couldn't put that on him. They were here to compete, and there wasn't anything in the rules about making friends. More like, avoid each other at all costs so you can gain more points without the hassle. He mentally excuses Kokichi's behavior for the time being. It could have been worse and honestly, no harm done. And hey, he did succeed in helping the white-haired boy either way which was what counted in the end. Ryuji shakes his head of long dark hair, brushing a few wayward strands out of his line of eyesight and pushes onward.

Time to finish this exam with flying colors! Ryuji thrusts his fist in the air with a small smile, before taking off down the street and back into the rush.

- End Chapter One Part One

A huge hello to Tatsuma, Ryoku, Oboru, Ritsuo, Kokichi, and Ryuji! And a special thanks to all of you who submitted these awesome ocs! AHHH do you guys love them as much as we do!? Who's your favorite oc so far? Does anyone particularly stand out over the other ocs to you guys?

That was part one of the exams, so tune in for the second update with even more ocs! We have that almost complete, so we'll be posting Part Two pretty soon.

Thanks again, everyone! Please remember to R&R. Advice and constructive criticism are both welcome.