1 year ago
Senko Chiratsuki yelped as his alarm blared, and promptly rolled off the bed, falling face first onto the ground. He let out a short groan of irritation at being woken up before peering at the alarm clock. The irritation quickly changed to alarm as he saw the date. It was the date of the entrance exam for U.A., one of the best Hero Academies in Japan.
"Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!" He yelped, immediately scrambling to his feet. "I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be so fucking late." He hissed, more to himself as he sprinted into the bathroom, quickly brushed his teeth, stripped, dove into his shower, and back out in record time. "Gramma!" He yelled out as he hastily put on his tracksuit. They said tracksuit, right?
"What is it?!" yelled back a voice of a much older woman, with much more energy than expected from someone her age.
"I'm headin' out to the U.A. exam!" he explained, grabbing his backpack.
"I told you to set the alarm an hour earlier."
"I know! I know!" He griped as he reached out for his wallet. "I'll probably eat on the way to U.A.! And I promise to stay safe! Love you! Bye!" he yelled out as he sprinted out of the house.
"I love you too, dear!" the elderly woman, Chiaki, replied with a gentle, yet slightly exasperated smile on her face.
The train ride to U.A. was short and quick, and he did get something to eat on the way there, which was good. He'd need a lot of energy for today's exam. His quirk was a fun one. Teleport: He had the ability to teleport to any location of his choosing so long as it wasn't obstructed by something else. The longer the distance, the longer the windup time before the teleport and the more energy it took. Each subsequent teleport also made him use more energy than the last one.
As he reached the gates of U.A., he couldn't help but stare in awe at the massive edifice. The line of students filed in, and he held his backpack a little bit tighter as he walked in and settled into a chair in the back of the auditorium, to wait for Present Mic, the voice hero, to welcome them and instruct them on what they were supposed to do.
As if on cue, the hero himself strutted onstage, giving an enthusiastic wave. "HEYA KIDS! HOW Y'ALL DOIN'?" He shouted to the crowd, only to be met with silence or mumbles. "Huh. Again this year, what's with kids these days? Anywho. Welcome to U.A.! Let's go over the rules for the exam. Lights please!" He clapped his hands, turning off the lights and turning a spotlight to the stage. A projector turned on, showing a layout of the city zones. "Every one of you is going to be dropped into one of these zones. In each one are a ton of robots you need to smash." He pounded his fists together for emphasis. "So before you ask 'where we droppin', boys?' Please direct your attention to the screen so you cool cats can figure out what's groovin', YA DIG?!"
The student next to Senko visibly cringed as Present Mic attempted to be "hip with the kids." Senko gave him a look of agreeable sympathy before Present Mic decided to continue speaking as if he didn't just talk like a boomer. Of course, he also steadfastly ignored the halfhearted yell of "OK, Boomer!" from the back of the auditorium, while inside, he knew that the words cut deep.
The projector changed to a new slide, showing a quartet of robots, all increasing in size and point value. "These will be your villains for today, ranging from zero to 3 points. The goal is simple: Smash one, get points. Whoever gets the most points by the end gets bragging rights. If you get enough points by the end, congrats! Welcome to U.A.!" Mic threw his arms up. "Oh and one more thing-" A red circle appeared over the 0 point robot, drawing the attention of the prospective student's to it. "-stay away from this guy. He ain't worth nothin, but he'll kick your butts. GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!"
Senko's mouth went completely dry at the size of the 0 pointer. That… thing was going to be in the battleground?! He couldn't help but audibly gulp. "Well shit." He mumbled.
"Now if everyone would look at their handout pamphlets, you'll see your designated groups. Please proceed to the buses so we can get you on your way. NOW GET OUT THERE AND SHOW 'EM HOW PLUS ULTRA YOU COOL CATS ARE! CAN I GET A YEY-YEAH?!" Mic added, waving to the crowd of students. Apart from that one student that once more said "OK, Boomer," no one responded. Not a single soul. "Geez. Tough crowd!" Mic grumbled, feeling the strangest sense of déjà vu.
As the students crowded together based on the groups assigned by the examination board, as displayed on the screen, Senko found himself in a group with four other students. To his right was a red eyed boy with a mop of unruly blonde hair, clearly half dragon. "Uhh hey! I'm Senko. Nice to meet you, dude!" He said cheerfully, offering his hand to the other student.
The dragon student looked down at Senko's hand before flashing a toothy smirk and shaking his hand. "My name is Donovan Kiryu and, as you can see, my quirk makes me look like Red Riot and a Kaiju Dragon had a child." Senko couldn't hold back a snort.
"I think I'm gonna like you." Senko replied cheerfully before noting two extremely long bunny ears. That led to a bunny. On two legs. "And you are?" He asked, still smiling.
The white furred bunny stared up at him with two beady eyes. "I'm Yume! Nice to meet you, uhm... Senko-san!"
Senko couldn't help but think that she was adorable. He chuckled. "Pleasure's mine." He replied with a small chuckle. "What's your quirk?"
She replied, her nose twitching a bit. She looked down for a bit, averting her eyes for a moment. "W-well, I just… Hear thoughts- I mean, I read minds." She explained, trying not to fall over her words.
"Oh that's so cool!" Senko replied in awe, his jaw momentarily dropping. "I bet you could do some awesome stuff!" he said, before turning to the one taller than him. She was pale too. Sickly pale. And definitely not Japanese. Her hair was styled in a reverse bob. And her eyes were burgundy. She even had black-to-gray hair. Senko gulped. OK. She looked quite intimidating. He had to actually look up at her, considering she was 5'8" and he himself was 5'5". "Uhh hi!"
The girl looked down at the smaller man and simply nodded her head, along with a small grunt of acknowledgement. "Pleasure...I'm Anna," she said. Her Japanese was slightly accented. Almost like she was Eastern European.
"Anna." He repeated. "OK! And what is your quirk, if you don't mind my asking?" he asked, head tilted in curiosity at the girl.
"I would rather not say." She replied rather bluntly.
Letting out an awkward sort of laugh, he replied with a hesitant "Aaaallrighty then!" Luckily, he was saved by the voice of another student that had just approached.
"Hey, this is group D, yeah? I'm Mike and I was kinda lost. My Japanese reading isn't the best." He explained in the most terribly accented Japanese Senko had ever heard to date. Hell, Anna spoke with a much weaker accent than this guy. With that scraggly brown hair, greenish gold eyes, the long markings under his eyes, it would've been hard to know where he was from had he not spoken.
"Uhh yeah! Group D." Senko replied. "You're not from here, are you?"
The new student gave an apologetic smile. "Yeah. Sorry if I'm hard to understand. I'm Mike." He offered his hand in a fistbump. No one took the bait. "No? Huh. Guess that's not a thing in Japan." He mumbled in English.
"Oh it's a thing!" Senko replied, trying to break the tension with a small grin. "We just don't do that unless we get to become good friends." He explained. "No harm though." And with that, Senko bumped his fist with Mike's.
"Ayy!" Mike playfully pointed two fingers at Senko. "What's your quirk, by the way?"
"Oh, uhh I do teleports. Just myself right now. I'm not sure about my limits and stuff but I'm pretty sure I can pull some awesome pranks with it." Senko replied immediately, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. The look of a happy go lucky trickster.
"Interesting! I can turn into a big guy!" Mike said with the most enthusiastic face. That definitely caught Donovan's attention, who now had a rather feral grin on his face"That zero pointer is going down, whether it's worth points or not."
"Oh that gives me an idea!" Senko replied immediately.
"You have my attention." Mike replied, while Anna, who'd been listening in the back merely rolled her eyes.
Yume looked confused from face to face. "Huh?"
"We're talking about the 0 pointer, Yume-chan." Senko explained. "What if you toss dragon boy over here into the 0 pointer?" He asked. "You're tough enough to handle that kind of impact, right?" He added, looking to Donovan.
"You kidding me? That's a love tap!" Donovan replied with a snort.
"OK, then you become a human missile and I, theoretically, can teleport to you, grab you, and teleport back." Senko said.
"Hold on. Theoretically?" Mike asked incredulously. "You mean you don't know?"
"I mean I never tried teleporting anyone else. It should work. I mean my clothes stay with me when I teleport." Senko replied thoughtfully.
"I can handle it!" Donovan retorted.
"What? A teleport or a failed teleport with you falling like 50 feet?" Mike asked bluntly.
"Either or." Donovan shot back.
Yume looked from Donovan to Senko, then mumbled very softly, more to herself than to anyone else. "I don't think he knows how far 50 feet really is." Anna, who was right behind her, held back a snort.
"I'm not sure if you're brave, stupid or indestructible." Mike mused, looking at Donovan.
"All of the above. And that's what makes this plan likely to work." Senko replied cheerfully.
The P.A. System blared. "All prospective students, please report to the testing grounds. Your practical exams are about to begin."
"What're you waiting for?! Let's go!" Senko eagerly urged, while the rest of the group followed.
Unbeknownst to the group, they were being listened to by one of the examiners in the top box.
"... This is going to be interesting." Shouta Aizawa murmured. Turning to Nezu he pulled out his eye dropper and dropped a couple of drops into each eye before looking right at the rat-bear-man headmaster. "If they pass this exam, they're mine."
Nezu only nodded, the ever present smile on his face a mask for his thoughts on the matter. This would either go really well, or really poorly.
OMAKE:
As the judges intently watched their students working in the exam to smash robots, the door to the booth flung open with an unholy sobbing coming from Present Mic. "SHOOOOUTAAA!" He ran over to his mummy friend and wrapped his arms around him, not without said mummy thrashing about. "DO- DO YOU THINK I'M A BOOMER?!"
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"What?"