First Day
"You ready?"
"Yep!" Yamiyo came running out of her bedroom, sliding along the floor due to her socks. She ran into the kitchen and almost rammed into Fukimage.
"Be careful! You don't need to be hurting your arm again!" He caught her before she face planted onto the hardwood floor.
"Sorry!" She regained her balance and rubbed her light gray blazer. She looked at Fukimage and sighed.
"Face me." He did so.
"Why?"
"Your tie is messed up.." She untucked his red tie and began doing it all over again.
"You need to get better at doing this, especially because of your bird head." He grumbled and turned his head away., shoving his hands into his dark green pants. The uniforms they had to wear weren't too uncomfortable, in fact they fit them both perfectly. The skirt Yamiyo was wearing even had a cut out hole for her tail to fit through! To be honest, she was worried she would have to do it herself with her claws or a pair of scissors, but nope! While putting the outfit on, she had to dig around for her thick black tights and gloves to cover her arms and legs.
"Annnnd… there we go!" She finished doing the tie and took a step back while Fukimage tucked in his tie. He mumbled a thanks and grabbed two apples off the counter, tossing one over to her. She took a bite and pulled out a black eyepatch that was in her pocket. After biting into the apple a second time, she held it in her mouth as she wrapped the eyepatch around her head and positioned it around her eye. She pulled some hair over her face and finished biting into the apple.
"Now, we ready to go?" After she nodded they walked over to the door and put on their shoes. Fukimage's were light gray sneakers, while Yamiyo's were a deep purple color. She slipped on her backpack and opened the door, stepping outside and taking a deep breath while walking through the threshold. She paused and turned around, waiting for Fumikage to close and lock the door behind him. With a black backpack strung over his shoulder, he walked up to her and they started walking side by side.
"Let's go!" They slowly followed the same path to the train station. By now, they knew the way like the back of their hands.
Yamiyo nervously pinched the hem of her skirt. She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through different apps.
"Do you remember what stop is closest to UA?" She looks up at Fukimage who nodded. They walked in silence, avoiding the gazes of people walking by. They have had a hard time getting used to the stares and faces people made as they walked by. Although Fumikage had it harder than she did. She could vividly remember when they went to a cafe and some lady suggested plastic surgery to him. Long story short, Yamiyo had gotten the lady fired and was given free food for the rest of that year.
Fumikage bumped shoulders with her reassuringly and she gained some confidence, enough for her to relax her shoulders a bit. But her nervousness didn't go away.
It wasn't until they reached the train station and sat down that she realized that she had been very close to drawing blood from her palms because of how tightly she had been clenching her fists. She sighed and relaxed her hands, keeping her gaze out the window.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see Fukimage holding out her own phone. He must've fished it out while she was spacing out…
Yamiyo took it from his hands and quickly unlocked it, opening her music app. She fished out her earbuds from her backpack and jammed the jack into her phone, clicking the play button and starting the music.
She leaned her head against the glass window and felt the train jerk forward. She closed her eyes and she visibly relaxed as the music played in her ears.
She woke up to her shoulders being gently shaken. She opened her left eye to see Fukimage standing up.
"This is our stop." She took out her earbuds and shoved her phone and earbuds into her backpack. She stood up and followed him out, gripping her backpack strap until her knuckles turned white.
Before they could reach UA, they had to walk for about a block or two. Every step piled onto her stress, and she tried hard not to show it through her body language, but she could feel her ears betraying her and slowly lowering, close to pinning against her head. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped a bit.
"S-sorry.."
"Yamiyo… if you feel you can't do this-" they stopped.
"N-no! I can do this... it's just… going to be hard to join a class again…" Fukimage put a hand on her head, right between her ears. She looked at him.
"I know it's stressful… but you need to be as confident and brave as you are on the battlefield." She nodded, forcing her ears to perk up back to normal. They continued walking, and before she knew it, she was in front of the gates.
She watched Fukimage walk through the gate and turn his head around to look at her. She took a deep breath, and with a look of determination, stepped past the gate into UA. She continued walking with Fukimage on her right side. She decided to count her breaths to try and calm her nerves.
One, two, three… three, two, one… one, two, three… three, two, one… she continued as she walked through the halls.
"We're here…" She stared at the oversized door and, with her hearing, could hear voices behind the door. She looked up to see the huge 1-A sign above the door. She looked back at Fukimage who only nodded. She sucked in a breath and opened the door.
She stepped through the threshold and looked over the students, who all had their eyes on them. She could feel herself shrinking at their gazes.
"Hey!" She saw a familiar pink girl running up to her. The girl stopped short in front of her, a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Thanks for helping me out during the Practical!" She rubbed the back of her messy pink head, "I definitely would've been crushed if you hadn't stepped in when you did." She smiled and waved her hand.
"No problem, to be honest, I didn't really think I only reacted." They stood for a moment before the pink girl spoke up again.
"Ack! How rude of me!" She bowed, "My name's Mina Ashido! You can call me Mina!" She rose from her bow and Yamiyo smiled.
"I'm Yamiyo Miyako, nice to meet you Mina!" She looked at Fukimage and elbowed him in the side, he looked like this was the last place he wanted to be at.
"And this silent bird is my brother, Fukimage Tokoyami." He looked away, grumbling as he walked over to a seat and plopped into it.
"Brother..? But you guys look nothing alike.." she saw Mina motioning to her head, she got the gist right away and giggled a bit.
"Adopted."
"Ooooh.." She talked with Mina a bit longer before she saw a flash of dark green and stepped forward a bit to reveal Midoriya. She stiffened, and when she opened her mouth to say something, Mina beat her to it.
"You're that boy who took down the Zero Pointer!" After that announcement, a crowd quickly gathered around the poor Midoriya, Yamiyo had to squeeze her way out before she was crushed. She walked over to Fukimage and took the seat next to him, she pointed her finger at her head and made a circle motion. She could hear him chuckle. After the crowd dispersed and the students made their way to their desks.
"Hey, you're the chick who got third place right?" She cringed at the word.. Chick.. And faced forward to face a pair of red eyes. The first thing she noticed was his red hair that was in clumps and sticking upwards above his head.
"Yeah… just call me Yamiyo.." She muttered. He smiled, she noticed his very pointy teeth.
"Im Eijiro Kirishima!" He stuck a thumb out and pointed to himself.
"Nice to meet you Kirishima." She smiled. She noticed all the other people entering the room. There was one boy with six arms and white hair, a girl with frog-like features, a girl who just looked like a floating uniform (she had to do a double take on that), a boy with purple balls on top of his head who was incredibly short, a boy with peppermint hair, and the list goes on.
They started talking about their scores and what they hoped that they would learn this year, ect. She was so wrapped up in the conversation that she didn't notice an ash blonde enter the room and sit a few rows up from where she was. She only noticed when her purple eye locked with a crimson pair. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Why do you wear that eyepatch?" She was caught off guard, she stared at Kirishima.
"W-what..?" She nervously bit her tongue, hoping he would sense her unease and quickly drop it.
"Thats private information that she doesn't have to share with you." She turned to her rightand saw Fukimage staring at Kirishima.
"Are you two... boyfriend and girlfriend?" Kirishima asked, looking confused.
"PFFT" She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she burst out laughing, doubling over. Fumikage sputtered and his feathers ruffled up.
"NO! We're siblings! She's adopted!" She wiped away the fake tear rolling down her face.
"Even if we weren't siblings, I would consider Fukimage a close friend, I wouldn't want to spend my life with someone as dark and brooding as him." Sero chuckled and she turned to lock eyes with Fukimage.
"I'm not sure if I should be offended or happy." She put a hand to her chest with a hurt expression on her face. She lightly punched him in the arm, he chuckled and turned to the front of the class. She could swear he had a smile on his beak.
She was about to retort something when the door to the class opened and, what looked like a huge yellow cocoon of a sleeping bag hopped inside the classroom. She frowned at the sleeping bag.
"What is that?!" She heard someone say from somewhere in the room. She watched as a man dressed in all black emerged from the sleeping bag. His hair is about shoulder length and he has some sort of bandage-thing around his neck. He sips a juice box.
"If you're here to socialize, then leave right now." He sounded like he was extremely tired, and he looked like he was as well..
"It took you 8 seconds to quiet down.. That won't do.." Yamiyo sweat dropped and sighed.
"I'm Shota Aizawa, I will be your homeroom teacher for the year." She put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. Mr. Aizawa tilted his chin down a bit before continuing.
"Alright, let's get to it." He rifled through his yellow sleeping bag before pulling out a blue outfit with UA in white lines. "Put these on and head outside."
"What? A Quirk Apprehension Test?!" Yamiyo called out along with her shocked classmates. Aizawa has led them outside to an open space area, the school building behind them. They were all given UA's tracksuits to wear so they didn't have to worry about bringing outfits to wear during training.
"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" Uraraka called out.
"If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Everyone gasped in shock. Orientation was always a big thing… Why is he making them miss it? "Here at UA we're not tethered by traditions… that means I get to run my class however I see fit." Everyone mumbled nervously. "You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before." Aizawa sensei held out a phone with blue text, although Yamiyo had a hard time reading what it showed due to her angle. "The country is still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel, it's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn. Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance was your farthest distance throw with the softball when you were in Junior High?" Everyone around the ash blonde stared at him expectantly.
"67 meters I think." He answered.
"Right, try doing it with your quirk." Mr. Aizawa held out a softball. Her eyes were locked on Bakugo's back as she watched him walk to the center of the open area, stepping in the medium sized circle in the middle.
"Anything goes, just stay in the circle." Bakugo stared at the teacher. "Go on, you're wasting our time."
"Alright man, you asked for it." Bakugo said, stretching his right arm. He turned his body away and planted his right foot forward. He stretched his arms outward before lifting his arms above his head and mimicked a pitcher's throw.
"DIE!" Just as she let go of the ball, a loud explosion burst from his palm. Yamiyo visibly jumped and pinned her ears to the side of her head, pressing her hands against them. Usually, when she knows a loud sound is coming she is able to prepare for it, but she wasn't expecting it to be so loud.
She stayed in that position for another second before Fumikage gave her the ok for her to let go of her ears and let them return to their normal position.
"It's important to know maximum capabilities.." he turned to the class and held out a phone, in blue numbers.. It showed 705.2 meters. "It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."
"Whoa!" The class gasped.
"Seven-hundred fifty meters, are you kidding me?!" A blonde boy with a green stripe said to nobody in particular.
"I wanna go! That looks like fun!" Mina shouted.
"This is what I'm talking about! Using our uriks as much as we want!" A black haired boy with a large toothy grin shouted in excitement.
"So this looks fun… huh?" Yamiyo tensed, an uneasy smile on her lips. She was excited as the next person but… his tone wasn't very settling at all. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime?" Aizawa paused when nobody responded. "Idiots." Yamiyo shrunk back a bit at his creepy smile. "Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential, whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately." Yamiyo froze as her eyes became pinpoints.
"HUH?!" She shouted along with everyone else. She snuck a glance and saw that Fumikage was just as equally surprised, but it was hard to tell because of his bird features.
Immediate expulsion?! Are you serious?! Why would he do that when we all proved that we could be here from the Entrance Exam?!
You're a real idiot, you know that? It's obviously a lie! Just from that sentence, everyone is worked up, including yourself, and now everyone will feel that they have to try harder and put all their effort into these tests. It's just a way to get everyone to work harder! Your so stupid sometimes! AND just because you know of his 'plan' doesn't mean you can slack off! Seriously… wasting my time for this crap..
Oh.. now that you mention it… that does make a lot of sense…
You're so dense.
Am not!
Shut up and pay attention, idiot.
"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?" Aizawa Lifted his head and ran a hand through his hair, keeping it in place and revealing the creepy smile on his face. "If that's a problem you can head home right now." Yamiyo chewed her lip. It did make sense… but she was still uneasy about it.
"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here!' Uraraka called out. "Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"
"Oh, and you think natural disasters are?" The class was stunned and confused at his remark. "Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Are catastrophic accidents that wipe out cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you're gonna be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond.. Plus Ultra style." Aizawa held out his hand and moved his finger in a taunting sort of style. "Show me it'sno mistake that your here." Yamiyo pressed her shoulder against Fumikage's, and he returned by pushing against hers.
I'll face those hardships… they can't be as bad as what I went through.
"Now then, we're just wasting time by talking… let the games begin." He said as Yamiyo put her hair in a low ponytail.
Test 1 - 50 Meter Dash
Yamiyo got ready on the blocks provided, settling in on the left lane. A small boy with three purple balls on his head to her right.
"ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪?" Yamiyo raised her waste. When the blank was shot, she burst forward with as much speed as she could muster, pointing her ears back so the wind wouldn't rush into them.
She crossed the line way before the short boy did. She turned and jogged back towards the robot to slow herself down.
"𝟛.𝟞𝟟 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤!" Yamiyo smiled and nodded to herself. Before training for the Entrance Exam, she couldn't break four seconds. Yamiyo walked back towards the group, high-fiving Dark Shadow as she stood next to Fumikage.
"How are you so fast?!" Hagakure jumped at her. Yamiyo turned to her and smiled.
"Wolves can normally run to about thirty six or thirty eight miles per hour, although they can't maintain that speed for long. By pushing my limits, I can run about thirty eight miles for a longer stretch of time. It also helps that I seem to have unlimited energy and constantly have to jog to release that energy so I'm not bouncing off the walls." Yamiyo explained. Fumikage stared at her for a moment before shaking his head a bit. But she could catch the low chuckle of amusement he let out.
"So cool!" It seemed like Hagakure wasn't following at all, but she was still energetic about it. She heard some people around them agree as well.
Test 2 - Grip Strength
Yamiyo stared at the machine in hand. She knew what to do to get the best possible score, but it was kind of embarrassing to do- not to mention weird.
"Come on, you're wasting time here." She jumped and spun around to stare at Aizawa staring her down from behind her. He seemed to notice her hesitation and sighed impatiently.
"I don't care how you use the grip strength, but it has to be in your hand." Yamiyo sighed shakily and nodded.
Yamiyo watched as Aizawa walked away, and she noticed movement in her peripheral vision. She turned and smiled at Fumikage who was making his way over, already having completed the task.
"Need some advice?" Yamiyo nodded and leaned forward as he whispered a way for her to get the best possible score.
"Oh!"
Yamiyo raised the machine to her mouth and used one hand to grip the right side as she bit down on the left (She was a righty). She clamped down as hard as she could and at the same time, she was gripping the machine as hard as she could.
"What are you doing…?" She watched as Mina walked up to her side along with Kirishima.
"Wolves have a bite force of fifteen hundred pounds per square inch, although she doesn't have that much force, if she bites down on the machine with her hand gripping it, she will get the best possible score." Fumikage explained.
"What?!" Mina shouted. The machine beeped and Yamiyo waited a second before opening her mouth, showing the small dents on the machine. She brought the machine down to show the score.
512.4 kilograms
"Five Hundred twelve kilograms?! Are you serious?!" Kirishima snatched the machine from yamiyo's hand and brought it close to his face, Mina putting her head right next to Kirishima's and gapping at the score.
"Damn… remind me to never be on the receiving end of your bite." Kirishima mumbled. Yamiyo laughed and nodded.
"Noted."
Test 3 - Standing Long-Jump
She chewed her lip lightly as she crouched low to the ground. Her shadow moved beneath her feet and she sprung upwards, the shadows pushing her feet and disappearing faster than the eye could see.
Thanks to the boost, Yamiyo was able to clear the sandpit no problem.
Test 4 - Repeated Side Step
Yamiyo opted to do these normally, since she wasn't able to do it otherwise. She got the average score as anybody else. But, she did watch as the short boy piled the purple balls in two piles on either side of him and he just bounced between them.
Test 5 - Ball Throw
"INFINITY?!" The class yelled, Uraraka just rubbed the back of her head and laughed awkwardly.
"Good job!" Yamiyo praised when Uraraka joined the group.
"Thanks!"
"Midoriya, your up." Midoriya walked up to the field and gripped the ball. But when he threw it, it didn't go far.
What..? She saw him talking to himself.
"I erased your quirk." She turned to Mr. Aizawa, she watched his hair float above his head and bandages, or whatever they were, floated around him, then, it clicked.
"EraserHead?" She mumbled.
"The entrance exam was definitely not rational enough…" She straightened his posture."From what I can tell, you can't control your Quirk, can you? Do you intend on becoming incapaciated again and have someone save you?" She felt chills run down her spine.
"T-that's not my intention-" before Midoriya could continue, the bandage thing sprung out, wrapped around him, and dragged him closer to Aizawa Sensei.
"Izuku Midoriya, with that power, you can't become a hero." She felt herself tense, and she shifted her gaze to the ground. Aizawa released Midoriya and his hair and bandages returned to their normal state. "I returned your quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with." Aizawa walked off the field.
Midoriya.. She clenched her fists.
Midoriya picked up another ball, staring at it. He stayed like that for a few seconds before he set his feet and brought his arm back. She almost missed his finger glowing red before he threw the ball with enough force to make wind push against herself and the people around her. Her hair whipping her in the face as she brought her arms up in a block.
Once the burst of wind stopped, she couldn't help but smile. She jumped and pumped a fist into the air. She looked around at all the shocked students around her and saw Bakugo, he was probably the most shocked out of everyone.
She looked back towards Midoriya and saw his purple finger, she remembered when he broke his arms and legs, and how purple they were. Her smile faltered a bit. She looked over and saw his score.
705.3! That was .1 higher than Bakugo.
"Mr. Aizawa, I can still move!" She cheered and jumped up and down. That's when she smelled the smoke.
She turned in time to see Bakugo shoot from his position, right towards Midoriya. "Hey Deku you Bastard! Tell me how you did that or you're dead!" She lurched forward, one foot stepping forward. She was about to sprint after Bakugo, but Aizawa's capture weapon caught the blonde before he could reach Bakugo. Part of the scarf went around his chest while the other around his head.
"What? Why the hell… is your scarf… so strong?!" Bakugo growled, still pushing forward against Aizawa's scarf. He slowly looked over his shoulder at the hero.
"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Stand down. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye."
"Too bad! That powers amazing!" The class stated. Aizawa deactivated his quirk and released Bakugo from his capture weapon.
"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up." Yamiyo waited and watched as Midroiya hesitantly sidestepped around Bakugo and jogged over to Uraraka, leaving Bakugo with clenched fists and standing still in the center.
Not wanting to leave everyone waiting, she patted Fumikage on the shoulder before she stepped out of the group and made her way to the circle in the center. Bakugo stormed her way, but she could tell by his eyes that he wasn't glaring at her. She stepped a little to the right and she brushed shoulders with Bakugo before she picked up speed and quickly moved away from him. He froze for a second before grumbling and continuing on his way.
She could feel many eyes on her back as she walked up to Aizawa who had a ball in hand. As she reached him, she grabbed the ball and pulled away, but he didn't let go. She looked up at him, confused. "I'd suggest taking off the eyepatch so you can see." Yamiyo stared at him before shaking her head.
"I can aim and throw perfectly fine with it on." She reassured. He didn't say anything before he released the ball from his grip. She walked away and stood in the center circle.
"Again, just stay in the circle." Yamiyo nodded and stared at the ball in her black gloved hand. The gloves would definitely throw off her aim a little… but… maybe…
She stared ahead at the trees and came up with a plan on the spot. She stepped closer to the back of the circle before she planted her feet and pulled her arm back. She took a deep breath and drw her arm back.
In a swift motion, she shot her arm forward. Just as she felt the pressure of the ball out of her hands, black goop gathered in the palm of her hand and shot and hit the ball with enough force to make her arm push back a bit.
The ball flew through the air and out of sight. She twitched her hands and prayed she would catch the ball, and when Aizawa didn't hold up the phone, she knew she caught the ball. She pushed the shadows as far as they could go before she felt the familiar feeling suddenly drop away.
She looked over her shoulder and watched as Aizawa's hair fell back around his shoulders and he held the phone up, revealing '784' in blue letters.
She sighed in relief and dropped her shoulders, lifting her head and looking at the sky. She took a few seconds to calm down her heart before she started making her way back towards the group.
Suddenly, an arm gripped her elbow and out of pure instinct, she growled and spun around, hand about to turn into a claw. She froze upon seeing her teacher and she quickly dropped her hand. "I'm sorry- did you need anything?" She felt her heartbeat picking back up again.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at her and lowered his head, keeping his voice low. "I don't know what happened, but that throw wasn't strong enough to land you that score. I have a feeling that if I didn't use my quirk on you, that the score would be higher." It took everything that Yamiyo had to keep her face from looking shocked and displaying what she was really feeling.
"There could have been a chance that it landed in a stream or got caught in a gust of wind." Yamiyo reasoned, making sure that her voice wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at her even more before he slightly pushed her forward. She gladly hurried off and waved her hand lightly at the few glances thrown her way.
She reclaimed her spot next to Fumikage and shook her head, shrugging off the look he was giving her. But she could not stop the feeling that Aizawa was keeping an eye on her as the last of her classmates completed the ball throw.
Test 6: Sit-Ups
Yamiyo and Fumikage both partnered up for this. They would switch when it was the others turn to do the sit-ups. Yamiyo didn't have a problem with them, but Fumikage had a little bit of trouble. But he did have Dark Shadow do help him a bit and cheer him on.
Test 7: Seated Toe-Touch
Again, Yamiyo didn't have too much trouble with this one. She works on her core a lot when she is working out.
Test 8: Long Distance Run
"Come on guys!" Yamiyo slowed her pace and started to jog backwards. She waved her arms in the air. "You can do it!" She cheered on.
She was ahead of most of her classmates, and some of them wern't looking too good. The closest ones to her looked alright, but the people in the back (ex. Midoriya) weren't looking hot… they seemed like they would pass out on the spot.
Well, I'm glad none of them barfed yet…
Don't jinx it.
Yamiyo watched as Midoriya collapsed onto his back, their classmates just walking past. She rushed over and stood over him, sticking her hand out. He stared at it for a moment before he propped himself up and firmly grabbed her hand. She pulled him to his feet and smiled reassuringly before patting him on the shoulder and leading him along with the group.
Once everyone was gathered around, she rocked back and forth on her feet beside Fumikage who had his arms crossed over his chest. Aizawa stood in front of them, editing a few things before they began. She snuck a glance at Midoriya and saw him gripping his wrist in pain. She frowned but she knew there was nothing she could do, she didn't have a healing quirk.
She glanced at Midoriya and saw him gripping his hand in pain. She frowned but she knew there was nothing she could do. "Alright, time to show you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list, " Aizawa sighed, "It's not worth going over each individual score." Yamiyo chewed her lip. She knew that he was lying about the whole expulsion thing… but she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Aizawa pressed a button, causing it to beep and display the scoreboard in front of all the students. She scanned her eyes over the list, and saw herself ranked third with Bakugo right behind her. She let out a sigh of relief, then her eyes scrolled down the list, seeing Fumikage ranking sixth. She elbowed him lightly with a smile before turning her eyes back to the list and going right to last place… seeing Izuku Midoriya ranking 21st.
Yamiyo stared at Midoriya and saw him clenching his fist, on the verge of tears. She clenched her own fists and stared at Aizawa, waiting for him to reveal the lie.
"... And I was lying. No ones going home." Everyone gave him a blank stare. Yamiyo was close to laughing. The creepy smile spread across his face. "That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."
"HUUUUH?!"
"I'm sorry! I should've said something!" Yamiyo blurted out. Fumikage stared at her for a moment before he harshly elbowed her in the side.
"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. Sorry I guess I should've said something." Yaoyorozu apologized. Yamiyo swatted at Fumikage before scooting closer to Yaoyorozu.
"Sorry guys!" Yamiyo called out, nervously laughing a bit.
"That's it, we're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning." Aizawa gave them a little wave before walking away and out of sight.
Yamiyo sighed and leaned against Fumikage for a moment before following the class back inside.
Yamiyo brought her gloved hand up to her mouth and coughed into the back of it. She looked at the glove and saw some sort of black gunk on the back of her hand. She clenched her jaw and abruptly rubbed the gunk into her glove. This was the main reason why she wears black gloves, to make stuff like this less noticeable.
"Hey, you ok? Why are you coughing?" Uraraka ran up to her side. Yamiyo jumped slightly and stared at Uraraka for a moment before her question registered in Yamiyo's mind.
"Uh- just too much excitement for the first day. I'd be lying if I said I was prepared for today." Yamiyo smiled shakily. Uraraka smiled back and nodded.
"Yeah.. I thought it was just going to be the orientation, but I guess not." Yamiyo smiled playfully.
"You're still hung up on the orientation thing?" Yamiyo laughed.
"Orientation is important!" Uraraka argued, making Yamiyo laugh more as Uraraka's cheeks puffed out more once she started pouting.
"I'm just teasing." Yamiyo lightly bumped shoulders with Uraraka, earning a smile out of the girl.
They talked a bit more as they got closer to the school, Yamiyo dragging Fumikage into the conversation a few times.
Yamiyo jumped, again, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around and saw Midoriya staring at her. Yamiyo tilted her head and quickly looked over her shoulder at Fumikage and Uraraka who had stopped walking and looked at them. "I'll be right there!" She waved.
"Ok. Bye Deku!" Uraraka smiled, skipping away to find the other girls. Fumikage stared at them a moment longer before nodding and walking away.
"I'm concerned about that nickname… I don't like it." Yamiyo pouted slightly. "Anyway- did you need anything Izu- Midoriya!" She quickly corrected herself.
Midoriya flushed a bit before shaking the redness out of his cheeks. "Yeah… is it really you Yamiyo?" Midoriya stared at her.
"I-I'm not following…?"
"I mean- is it really… you? After eleven years… are you back? Is it you?" Yamiyo lowered her gaze and gripped her wrist in her hand. She slowly nodded.
She was a bit taken back when Midoriya wrapped his arms around her. She froze for a second before happily hugging him back. It was only a moment later when Midoriya pulled away, his face beat red. "What happened to you..?" From staring at his eyes, she could tell he was looking at the eyepatch on her eye and the gloves on her arms.
"T… The man that adopted me couldn't take care of me properly so I was re-adopted into the Tokoyami family.." She silently thanked them, "But… I… I don't want to say anything more than that… it's still relatively new.." Midoriya stared at her for a moment before nodding.
They stood in silence for about ten seconds before Yamiyo looked over her shoulder. "We should get going… I wouldn't want us to be late getting home." She started walking away, hearing Midoriya's hurried footsteps rush up behind her. She watched, out of the corner of her eye, as Midoriya fell into pace with her and started walking beside her.
It was only when they were about to enter the building that she heard the faintest footsteps following them and a hiff of caramel. She stopped inside the building and glanced behind her, only for Bakugo to shove his way past them, a scowl on his face.
She sighed and made her way to the girls changing room, waving a goodbye to Midoriya. She sighed and chewed her lips, thinking back to the Quirk Apprehension Test.
I hope the other classes won't be like that… I'm not sure if I can handle being threatened to be expelled again.
Hey! This chapter ended up getting alot of revisions, more than what I was planning... but, hey! It turned out better thanthe original!
I'm hoping that this is one of the last chapters I have to re-edit alot, but who knows? I'll try to keep the revisions for the next chapters small and not over the top so I can get back to writing the fanfic. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
