Hey everyone! I'm back! Sorry it has taken so long to update. I didn't have a sitter for my kiddos so I just took some time off and we had a social media free vacation with family! Yes I have kids, two actually and they make me feel like I'm ancient when I'm only 22. So I should be back to the regular schedule now! Hope you enjoy, this chapter took me forever to write, about four hours! I spent forever watching the anime and reading the manga in hopes to keep everything as close to the story line as possible. I didn't realize how many speech differences there are between the show and the manga!
I chose to change in a small bathroom near the classroom, instead of the locker rooms with the rest of the girls in the class. I had too many scars and they would have too many questions. I rushed outside, knowing I had probably taken too long, having to put my other clothes back in the classroom due to the lack of a locker in the bathrooms.
It took a minute to find my way out to the field. The school was like a maze. I managed to blend in with the tail end of the group, just catching the ending of the friendly brunette complaining about not participating in some ceremony.
I zoned out, only catching tid bits about U.A. learning styles and the prohibition of quirks on school tests. I did pay attention when Aizawa tossed a baseball to the angry blonde. I think he called him Bakugo. It became very obvious to me that we would be performing physical tests.
"Die!" Bakugo screamed as he blasted the ball with his quirk.
Because shouting die isn't intimidating at all.
I rolled my eyes as the rest of the class gasped at his results. I mean… what did they expect? He exploded the thing. I paid attention as the class started getting excited, comparing this test to fun. Hero work, fun? Are they on drugs?
"It looks like fun, huh?" His expression made it obvious he had been done with the class well before it had even started, "You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time? Alright. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."
Jesus, Shigaraki still might kill me…
"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students. Welcome to U.A.'s hero course!"
At least he seems realistic, I think he'll be tolerable as a sensei.
"But it's the first day of school!" The cheerful brunette cried a little to loudly next to me, "No, even if it wasn't the first day of school, this is too unfair!"
"Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villians." Aizawa's monotone voice easily quieted the class, "Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. Japan is covered with unfairness. Heroes are the ones who reverse those situations. If you wanted to go talk with your friends at Mickey D's after school, too bad. For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can to give you one hardship after another."
Everyone around me looked somber at his words.
It's like they've never turned on the news channel in their short time of existence.
"Go beyond, Plus Ultra." His voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he continued, "Overcome it with all you've got."
That minimal statement seemed to get everyone excited as I rolled my eyes. Everyone in this group seemed too energetic. They seemed like puppies.
The tests were exactly as Aizawa sensei said; basic tests that you would endure in a public school's gym class. I watched silently from the back of the group as everyone did their tests. Being the odd number in the class, I would be participating alone for the fifty-meter dash. While I didn't remember what my falsified school records were for these tests, I hoped that I would at least come close to or just barely go beyond that. I should have paid more attention to my fake test results. Underperforming could give me away.
I felt like everyone was staring at me as I stood at the start line alone. I took a breath to calm my nerves. I was overthinking the possibility of underperforming. Using the sounding of the gun as a que, I pushed myself forward with bass pulsing from the bottoms of the feet. I secretly loved using bass to run. I always imagined the feeling it gave me was what it would be like to walk on clouds. Light, flowy…perfect.
"6.3 seconds." I stopped as the cute looking robot gave my time.
Not the slowest… but not the fastest. Perfect.
Just like the fifty-meter, I was last for the grip strength as well. It took me a moment to think of how to approach this. I had never activated this quirk for grabbing something.
Could I possibly use my quirk to increase the strength of my grip?
I was pulled from thought at the realization that I was next to take it.
I grabbed on the handle of the strange machine. The handle felt strange and rubbery. I focused on releasing my quirk at a large strength while holding down on the handle.
The screen blinked back at me with the numbers three-hundred and eighty kilograms. I stared back at it with slight surprise. I wasn't expecting it to actually work.
"Are you done, or are you going to stand there looking like a moron all day?" Aizawa sighed, holding his hand out for the machine.
"No, sorry sensei!" I replied immediately, handing the machine back quickly.
The next test fell into the same pattern as the previous. I watch my classmates perform, with no interest, before going last. I used my quirk through my feet to pass the standing long-jump and repeated side-step with average results.
The fifth test was the ball throw that Bakugo had demonstrated at the beginning of the ordeal. And unlike the other tests, I wasn't last. I was second to last. Aizawa rolled his eyes and sighed yet again at my confused expression as he held the ball out for me to take.
This test was easy as well. I focused on a strong push of bass out of my palm, sending the ball flying. Aizawa held up the strange score device for me to see. The score of six hundred and seventy-four stared back at me. I gave him a short nod before stepping back to the edge of the group.
I watched as the green-haired boy stepped into the circle. If I remember from what the explosive blonde boy had said, his name was Deku. He looked timid; he had the whole time. I don't think I had seen him use his quirk once during the tests. If I was correct, he was at the very bottom of the score board. He was going to be expelled unless he pulled something miraculous out his ass.
My eyes wandered to the other students, placing their quirks to their faces in my mind. Everyone seemed to stare strangely towards Deku, causing me to turn my focus back to him as well. I'm pretty sure my pulse shot up in a millisecond. There was Aizawa, quirk in action, only a few feet away from me. Erasure hero, using his quirk so close to me.
And it was amazing. Erasure hero was my all-time favorite hero, and it had always been a secret dream of mine to see him use his quirk in hero form. It did not disappoint. I felt myself internally fangirling.
Shigaraki could kill me today and I would be fine with it. Consider my bucket list complete.
With my hearing being a little better than others, and the fact I was closer to Aizawa sensei and Deku than the others because of my antisocial preferences, I could hear that Aizawa was talking to Deku.
Poor kid, what could he have possibly done to aggravate Erasure? For god's sake he hasn't even thrown the ball far enough to be considered a score.
"From what I can tell, you can't control your quirk, can you?" Aizawa asked, somehow keeping his voice the same tone as usual, although I could hear a slight hint of irritation laced in.
Well damn, and I thought he didn't have a quirk.
"Do you intend to become incapacitated again and have someone save you?"
His quirk incapacitates him? Wait… again? Poor kid.
"Th-That's not my intention" The poor kid looked terrified as Aizawa sensei cut him off.
"Whatever your intention, I'm saying that's what those around you will be forced to do." I could definitely hear the irritation in sensei's voice now, "In the past, there was an oppressively passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless valor, you'll just be decked and turn into a useless doll after saving one person. Izuku Midoriya…"
His name isn't Deku?
"With your power, you can't become a hero." Midoriya looked completely defeated.
Jesus, that is harsh… but honest. He is definitely earning his position as my favorite teacher.
"I've returned your quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with."
The voices of my classmates droned by in the background as I stayed focus on the scene in front of me. I wanted, no I needed to know what this boy's quirk is. My curiosity was definitely getting the best of me. I watched as the poor boy stared at the ball in his hand for what felt like eternity. I watched closely as he began to pull his arm back. I swore as his arm slung forward and went to release the ball, that I saw an almost red like glow come from one of his fingers. A large burst propelled the ball forward, the force strong enough to send a gust of wind back towards us. The score of seven hundred and five point three showed on the device in sensei's hand.
"Mr. Aizawa," Midoriya gave off a look as if he was proud but in pain, "I can still move!"
I looked at his hand and saw that the finger that had been glowing was now covered in dark bruises and mangled, obviously broken. The voice of excitement from the class grew as Aizawa sensei gave Midoriya a strange look. Bakugo's look of confusion turned to one of anger as he shot forward yelling.
"Tell me what's going on, Deku you bastard!" His palms were sparking, ready to assault the poor kid.
Within second's Aizawa sensei had his scarf wrapped around Bakugo, holding him back.
"What the… These cloths are hard!" Bakugo continued to struggle forward against the scarf.
Huh… I was thinking it would feel soft. Kinda disappointing, but softness isn't exactly logical for restraining criminals…
"They're weapons for capture made of carbon fiber woven together with metal wire made of a special alloy."
That's kind of awesome…
"Jeez," Aizawa scoffed, "Don't keep making me use my quirk over and over. I have dry eye."
Side effect of his quirk? Interesting.
"We're wasting time," He turned to walk away as he released Bakugo, "Whoever's next, get ready."
The next tests went by quickly without a scene. Midoriya didn't use his quirk and Bakugo avoided him like the plague. I made sure to keep my scores right in the middle in hopes of remaining unsuspicious.
"The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once." Aizawa's voice got all of our attention as his voice disrupted the random chatter of the group.
I secretly felt a little proud to see myself at the number five spot of the score board. My eyes immediately shot down to the name in last place… Izuku Midoriya. Damn.
"By the way, I was lying about the expulsion." My eyes shot towards him, slightly confused.
Were you though?
"It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks." He gave all of us a creepy smile.
I never want to see that smile again…
The noise volume of the group grew quickly as they all commented about their shock and relief. It was slightly annoying how loud they could be.
"With that, we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom so when you get back, look over them." Aizawa turned towards Midoriya and handed him a paper, "Midoriya, have the old lady fix you in the nurse's office. Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests."
He turned to leave completely, pausing for a moment to look at me. I looked back at him nervously.
God he's on to me. Why is he looking at me for so long? He probably knows everything, way to go dumb ass.
"Hasani," He spoke low enough that the rest of the group didn't hear, "When I say to use your quirk to the fullest extent to know your limit, I expect you to do it next time. This is pointless if you don't give it your all. Understand?"
"I… uh yes sensei, sorry sensei." I looked down slightly embarrassed, surprised that he even noticed.
He grunted in response before walking away. Leaving the large group of excited students behind him.