Welcome back to You Say Run. I assume that at this point I can assume that you guys are sticking around, so thanks for actually caring enough about this story to read up to this point. I started writing this right after my last chapter because I'm just in an "I don't feel like doing my homework" kinda mood.
This chapter we will begin with the U.A. Entrance Exam, which means we get to introduce the Jirou into this OC/Jirou fanfic. It also means that the winners from my poll are going to come into this story for their intro along with her and another probably not surprising addition.
Before we get started, let's respond to a review or two.
Guest (1): I'll try to, still trying to figure out how to do that while also writing everything from the character's perspective. I'm used to writing in the third person.
The AUTHOR: Considering that I already have a game plan for most of the story until the USJ Incident, I think I'll keep doing the story with Yuki in class 1-A. Don't worry about this just being a narrative where Yuki goes into every scene we've already seen before. It's his and Jirou's story, not Midoriya's. He fights his own battles. I also plan to do a lot more with class 1-B than in the original story, which is why I decided to make Yuki and Monoma have the relationship that they do.
Josuke21: The fight scenes aren't too detailed, at least I don't think, but you guys'll be the judge of that.
Whatever the case, welcome to the show.
The Entrance Exam Is Yuki's Jam
? P.O.V.
Today was the day that I've been waiting for. The U.A. Entrance Exam. As I was getting dressed, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Come on in!" I yelled for the knocker, who opened my door, revealing themselves to be my father. He was a man of medium height with shoulder-length, wavy, light yellow hair. He was wearing his usual black button up shirt and a pair of khaki pants.
The man leaned against the frame of the door and said, "I don't suppose there's any way for me to talk you out of this at the last minute, is there?" The man was forgoing his usual attempts at acting like a stern man, and his eyes held a faint glint of sadness.
I smiled as I finished tying my boot laces, stood up, and gave him a big hug, surprising the old man. "Sorry dad, but we already went over this. I'm gonna be a hero." Dad had always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but being a musician was only one-half of my ambitions.
The man smiled at me, and I could see the sadness in his eyes get replaced with pride. "Well, you wouldn't be my daughter if you listened to me, that's for sure. Alright then short-stuff, come on, let's go. Can't let the Exam start without superhero Jirou there to put everyone else in their place." And with that, we left the house and dad drove me to U.A. High School.
Exiting the car, I gave him a short "Love you" and started walking towards the entry doors, but as I did, some blond kid bumped into me from behind, making me drop my bag. I was about to say something but saw that the kid was already too far to hear me, apparently berating some other kid for being in his way as well. Giving a huff, I turned to pick up my bag, only to find a hand holding it out to me.
Looking up, I saw a rather tall person, a good couple of inches taller than my father at least, and at least a full head taller than me. The guy had the bulk to match his height and then some, looking kind of like a body builder but a bit slimmer, and had his dark grey hair put into a short ponytail. He was wearing a black school uniform with a red shirt underneath his unbuttoned blazer. "Drop something?"
Done with analyzing him, I grabbed my bag from his hands. "Thanks, now I can use this to beat that blondie with," I said with a small smile.
Yuki P.O.V.
"Yeah, he doesn't exactly scream 'pleasant', does he," I said, staring at the back of the blond. "My name's Yuki Futeki, you?"
The short girl smiled a bit more. "Kyoka Jirou, and thanks again." The girl turned towards the door and started walking.
As she did, I took notice that I wasn't the only one who was conversing near the entrance, as I saw some girl talking to Midoriya while he was floating in midair. Deciding to leave him be for right now, I started to walk towards the doors as well, only to get stopped as a hand grabbed my shoulder. Turning my head, I saw none other than Monoma with his stupid smug ass grin. "Well, well, well, you actually showed up. I honestly expected you to wuss out at the last minute."
Smirking back at him, I said, "Please, you and I both know that I don't exactly do the wussing out thing. Now, I'd love to continue this conversation, but we should probably hurry up." As I said that we both started moving towards the doors.
Entering the building, we followed the directions on the wall and begrudgingly sat together in the top row. As everyone finished getting seated we were greeted with the hero Present Mic taking the stage. As soon as he was at center stage, he yelled, "WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO MY LIVE SHOW! EVERYBODY HEEEEY!"
This was greeted with deathly silence.
"I'VE GOT SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE, TOO, LISTENERS! ALL RIGHT, EXAMINEES," the man continued, "I'M GONNA GIVE YOU THE LOW-DOWN ON HOW THIS'LL GO DOWN! ARE YOU READY!?" the voice-type hero took in a deep breath of air, and yelled, "YEAHH!"
Once again, silent as a grave.
Present Mic proceeded to give out all of the information on the exam, telling us about how there are multiple testing groups, and that they're going to place multiple fake villains around the arena, all of which are given point values based on their danger level. For every 'villain' destroyed, the amount of points obtained is increased. He also made a comment about not attacking other examinees before being interrupted by a fairly tall guy with blue hair and glasses who wanted to know why Present Mic had only mentioned three villain types when the pamphlet we were given said there were four.
The guy then looked back towards us, and I followed his gaze to find Midoriya, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Can't you sit still for a second, you're distracting!" The blue-haired prick said.
Before anyone could pull us off track any further, Present Mic responded to the nerd. "OKAY, OOOKAY, THANKS FOR THE SEGUE, MUCH APPRECIATED, EXAMINEE 7111. THE FOURTH TYPE OF VILLAIN YOU'LL ENCOUNTER IS WORTH ZERO POINTS! LET'S CALL THEM ARENA TRAPS. HAVE ANY OF YOU EVER PLAYED 'SUPER MARIO BROTHERS' BEFORE!?" Allowing a small pause, he continued. "YOU REMEMBER THOSE THINGS THAT'D GO 'THWOMP' ON YOU!?" allowing another short pause, he went on, "THERE'S A THING LIKE THAT IN EACH AREA! THEIR 'GIMMICK' IS THAT THEY RAMPAGE WHEN CROWDED!"
The blue-haired prick sat back down, apparently satisfied, apologizing for being rude to the pro.
After giving us a fake sounding quote, Present Mic finished the presentation by saying, "NOW, LET'S MOVE TO THE MAIN EVENT! 'PLUS ULTRA!'" I really don't like the look on his face. "AND MAY YOU ALL SUFFER GLADLY THE TRIALS TO COME!"
Separating from Monoma finally, I made my way to the group I was assigned to. When we made it to the testing grounds, I decided not to change into something else. Not like I had classes at that old school anymore, and worst case scenario, I was wearing sweatpants underneath my uniform pants, allowing me to draw at least a slight amount of energy from the heat that was being generated. I'm currently holding on to about 25% of my limit, the energy I've been keeping from the last week, so I should be able to come out guns blazing as soon as this starts.
Looking around, I noticed that Midoriya and I weren't in the same group. Good, as much as I hate to say it, he'd be too much of a distraction right now. I also noticed that there was a lot of variety in my group. There were a lot of wimpy looking guys as well as a good amount of tough looking people. I also noticed that the shitty blond was in my group, as well as Jirou. Deciding not to go out of my way to talk to anyone, I simply did some stretches to make sure that I wouldn't cramp up or anything.
Kyoka P.O.V.
The test was about to start, and I couldn't help but be nervous. From the pictures we were shown, we were going to be fighting robots. What if my soundwaves couldn't hurt them, or what if they were too hard for my jacks to break. I didn't have anything to amplify my quirk like some of the other examinees. Fortunately, I've always been good at hiding my emotions, so no one could notice my nervousness.
Before I knew it, I heard Present Mic yell "AAAAND START!" to most everyone's confusion, save for a pair of grey and blond examinees, who both bolted inside as soon as they heard the pro hero. "WHAT'S THE MATTER!? THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A COUNTDOWN IN A REAL BATTLE! RUN! RUUUN! CONSIDER THE BATON TOSSED!" and with that, the rest of us rushed in only to see the two who got an early start having a rampage on the robots.
As I ran in to fight some as well, I noticed what looked like a pair of gloves fly towards the leg of a two-pointer before pressing a button on its underside, deactivation the machine before they flew away. I should probably focus on passing this exam.
Yuki P.O.V.
We were at two minutes, and I seem to be in top form today. Jumping on top of a two-pointer, I ripped off its tail, smashing it into a three-pointer before punching into the middle of the one I was on. Pivoting my body over that point and using my momentum and power to make it flip with me, I proceeded to throw it at another two-pointer. Currently, I was at about 27 points looking around, I noticed a short kid with a really weird haircut about to get smashed by a three-pointer. Grabbing a large strut from one of my destroyed mechs, I threw it into the side of the machine, destroying it as well. I then saw.
This test fits my quirk so perfectly it hurts. The more I get hit by these robots, the stronger I get, so something like this is perfectly suited to me. Looking back, I saw another kid with what looks like a hardening quirk getting overwhelmed, so I start running to him. "Need any help, spiky?" I yell as I shoulder tackle one of his foes into a building.
"Thanks," the dark red haired guy says, "I was starting to lose my footing for a second there." He says as he catches a one-pointer's claw, swinging it around for me to break, which I do with a punch. Together, we start to fight against a hoard of one-pointers. "I'm Kirishima, you!"
"Futeki- catch!" I yell as robot jumps at me, only to be caught by a rising kick from me, leading it towards Kirishima, who proceeds to rip it in half. "Hey, I have an idea."
"What is it."
"You wanna see how far I can throw something?"
At that, Kirishima smiled and jumped towards me with both feet kicked towards me and his hands coming together in a spear formation. Catching him, I threw him straight through a three-pointer before I punched the ground at 50%, creating a crater large enough to make all of the robots fly up and break. I then noticed a lot of fighting on the roof of a nearby building and started running towards it.
This was a good day.
Kyoka P.O.V.
Today was a shitty day.
Not only did my soundwaves not do much beyond messing with their targeting systems, but I have to whip these robots in their joints if I want to even hurt them. We were at three minutes left and I had only gotten 26 points. At the moment, I was teaming up with this raven-headed kid named Tokoyami-san, and we were trying to make up for lost time by holding off a hoard of one-pointers with a girl named Kendo-san. The current game plan consisted of me disabling their targeting with my sound waves and then attacking the ones who didn't get as affected with Tokoyami-san while Kendo-san took down anything that got too close.
Unfortunately, a rumbling caused most of this to fall apart as parts of the building around us broke apart due to what looked like a really big fuck-off robot started to rise up. "What the hell is tha-" before I could finish that thought, I remembered the fourth type of villain. Looking towards Tokoyami-san and Kendo-san, I yelled, "We gotta go, right now! That's the zero-pointer."
Yelling that only seemed to catch it's attention as it reached out and grabbed me, yanking me from the confines of the building. It began to tighten its grip. I could feel myself start to lose consciousness, the last thing I heard is a familiar voice yelling, "Oh no you don't!"
Yuki P.O.V.
"Oh no, you don't," I yelled as I charged towards the towering robot. Shooting some energy out to make myself faster, causing my hair tie to break apart. I started running up the building to gain height. "Let's go!" I yelled, jumping to match the robot in height. I pointed my left hand upwards and a blade-like shape and my right hand was put across the top of my lower chest, putting me into a bit of a ballerina post. "Improvised Special Move:" I yelled as I pointed myself towards the robot, "Kinetic Drill!" Firing off kinetic energy from my feet and hands, I formed a point around my left, drilling through the zero-pointer and disconnecting the arm holding Jirou. I then fired myself towards her, catching Jirou midair. Looking towards the ground, I fired off brief jets of energy to slow our descent slightly, landing with only a slight skid. As we landed, I saw her start to gain consciousness again. "Hey sleepy head," I said, half-jokingly, half concerned, "you okay?"
Kyoka P.O.V.
"You okay?" Those were the first words I hear, albeit, they sounded rather muffled, but I can tell they aren't from a hero. I look to the source of those words, but my vision hasn't cleared up yet, my sight being dominated by a large dark grey blob. I guess the owner of that voice thought I looked confused, so he said, "Guess not huh? Don't worry, Recovery Girl is on here way here. See you at U.A."
As those words exited the grey mass, my vision began to blur even more before being replaced completely with darkness.
This time around, I woke up to the view of a white ceiling and the sound of an elderly lady berating someone else from behind the curtain. Groaning a bit, I try to sit up, but I'm stopped by the old woman. How she managed to move that fast is beyond me, but I'm too barely conscious to really care right now.
Eventually, I'm cleared to leave, but also given a small warning to not get hurt again. As I start walking out, I text my mom and dad to let them know that I'm alright, and exit the building. Looking around, I notice Futeki-san sitting on the steps, reading song lyrics if I recognize the website layout well enough. Seeing as my parents won't be here for about an hour, I take a seat near him on the steps. "So, any reason why you're waiting out here all creepy like. Don't tell me you're trying to follow me around already," I say in a mocking tone.
Turning off his phone, he smirks back at me, saying, "And why would I do that, Jiro-san?" Putting away his phone, the grey-haired teen continues. "Don't worry, if I wanted to follow you home, you wouldn't even notice. I'm a master at hide and seek."
Yuki P.O.V.
That got a smile out of her as she tried to stifle a short giggle. "Do you play tag often?" she said.
"Of course I do. Kick those grade-schoolers' asses at it too," I said laughing now as well, "My hide and seek skills are legendary."
At this point, I could tell that listening to her laugh was more fun than actually making the jokes. After a little while, Jirou got a text on her phone from her father, telling her that he was here. "Hey, before I go," she pulled a small notebook from my pocket, wrote my phone number, and ripped out the page, handing it to her. "Here. Call or text me whenever you get your letter, and we can open ours together."
Grabbing the paper and looking over it as she walked to the gate, I said, "Thanks. I'll send you a text later tonight!" She then got into her father's car and drove away.
My smile fell away as I allowed my face to reveal a light blush.
"I just got a girl's number, didn't I?" I said dumbly, letting everything sink in while putting the number in my wallet. What should I do? Should I really wait until later tonight to text her? What if I forget? What if she forgets and thinks I'm some kind of stalker.
Fortunately, before I let myself get to Midoriya levels of overthinking things, a hand poked my shoulder. Unfortunately, this scared the absolute shit out of me.
"HOLY FUCKING SHI-" were what I managed to say as I jumped up, briefly forgetting the fact that I was on a stair step before quickly being reminded by that fact from the fall I suffered shortly after swinging around, briefly catching a glimpse of a certain someone's green curly hair before I hit the ground headfirst. Slamming my hands into the ground as I landed to roll onto my knee, I took in the view of Midoriya, his arm and legs completely fine. "Damn, I figured you'd be at least 50% more fucked up than you are. That Recovery Girl really is the best at what she does, isn't she?"
To this, the little guy just looked down to the ground, his eyes starting to tear up. "You were waiting for me?"
"Well, duh. You and I trained for nearly a year together, hell, I'd have felt kinda shitty if I hadn't, considering what happened. I had from someone who had a friend in your testing group that a certain green-haired shorty took down their zero-pointer with a single blow." I said, smiling. The strength that would take must have been massive, but judging by the injuries he got afterward, the old man wasn't kidding when he said Midoriya's quirk had huge blowback.
"A lot of good it did me." He said this, his voice wavering a little bit. "I didn't get a single point during the exam, and I ended up destroying myself in the process."
Walking up to him, I put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey now, if they don't recognize what you did, then they don't deserve a hero as great as you. Not only did you save someone, but you saved them without worrying about yourself." He was looking up to me with tears in his eyes now. "If anyone in that building deserves to be called a hero, it was you, and don't let any of them tell you otherwise, you got that, little guy?"
The green haired kid was now full on crying, but after doing so much of that myself, I understood the difference between crying from sadness and crying from happiness, and those were tears of joy. "Thanks, Futeki-san."
Realizing that it was safe to joke around now, my smile changed to a smirk. "Though, I won't ignore one thing. The description of the girl you saved matches up with a girl I saw you talking to before the exam." To this, I could see the happiness turn to slight panic and a small blush. "Don't tell me. You've been hiding a secret lover from me, haven't you, Midoriya?"
This was perfect. His face shifted from a slight blush to full bright red. "W-w-w-what! What are y-y-you talking about she just s-stopped me from tripping before the exam started and saved m-m-me with her quirk."
"Oh really?" I said, leaning in closer to look straight into his eyes. "Then why are you blushing so much, Midoriya?"
"B-b-because I'm e-embarrassed."
"But what would you have to be embarrassed about if she isn't your secret lover. Cmon, spill it. Do you guys have pet names yet? Does she call you 'Midori-chan' or 'Izu-chan'? You don't have to hide anything from me." I didn't think anything was going on between them, but this opportunity to mess with Midoriya was too good to pass up. I had noticed during the last ten months that it was incredibly easy to embarrass him, and my nature as a human being forces me to make use of that weakness.
Either way, if my current running theory on the truth about the UA entrance exam is actually correct, then Midoriya doesn't have a thing to be worried about.
Kyoka P.O.V.
As dad and I were driving home, a single thought was prevailing over the rest of my mind.
I JUST GAVE MY NUMBER TO A BOY!
Yeah, that's the one. I had somehow managed to hide my embarrassment until I entered the car, but as soon as I thought we were out of view, my face turned so red that my dad got worried, thinking that I got some kind of cold from one of the other examinees. I told him that I'd tell him and mom everything once we got home, so at least that shut him up for a while.
After we all ate dinner, I told both my mom and dad about everything that happened. Once I told them, my parents had two separate reactions. Mom kept quiet for the most part, only gaining a small, knowing smile. My dad, on the other hand…
"I'LL KILL HIM!" He yelled, his eyes contracting in rage as he moved to the door, only stopping because mom had used one of her headphone jacks to whip him across the back of his neck, knocking him out.
"What your father means to say is that we are very proud of you, and hope that you introduce this young man to us at some point." She said this, then took a slight sip of her tea. How someone as soft-spoken and calm ended up with my dad, I'll never know. "It's been too long since you've made a new friend, so don't let your father affect your opinion of how to handle him."
With that, the mom picked dad up using both her arms and jacks, and retreated to their room, leaving me more confused and nervous than before. Did dad think that I was giving him my number for something like… No couldn't be, I'm just overthinking things again. He's probably just mad that I was put in too much danger. Yeah, that was it.
Walking up the stairs to my room, I changed into a pair of black and pink pajama pants and a loose tank top, checking my phone for a few minutes before getting a message from an unrecognized number.
Futeki: "It's Futeki, you doing good, Jirou-san?"
Smiling a bit to myself, I responded.
Jirou: "Yeah, everything good over here. Why do you ask?"
Futeki: "Did you forget that you got choked out by a 100-meter monster robot, or was that just a nightmare?"
Jirou: "Well, it was pretty terrifying…"
Futeki: "Sorry for bringing it up. If it makes it up to you, the thing lost an arm, so that one is officially decommissioned."
Jirou: "It does make me feel a bit better, I just hope that I get to meet the one who saved me. I never got to thank him."
It took a bit for Yusha-san to respond, but I chalked that up to him doing something else, maybe one of his parents was talking to him.
Futeki: "Well, considering what he did, he's probably gonna be at U.A. as well."
Yuki P.O.V.
I have never liked taking credit for things. Maybe it's because I'm not the type to like being praised, but I've always had trouble taking credit for something I've done. Just never felt good to brag about something I did, I guess.
Jirou: "Yeah, you're probably right. Someone with enough skill to do what he did and not harm the person he wants to save is probably top of the board if anything.
Jirou: "Hey, it's getting pretty late, you wanna talk later?"
Good, she doesn't suspect a thing. Smiling at my phone, I typed back.
Futeki: "Gotcha. See you then."
Putting my phone on the nightstand by my bed, I let myself drift to slumber.
The cries of a child are heard. They're mine, I realize, but I can't stop. I never can stop myself from crying.
I look around, desperate to find someone, anyone to help me. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be anywhere near here. I hear someone familiar yelling, I look up, seeing two men in the sky, one of them is familiar. It was my father. His grey hair has escaped from the ponytail it usually calls home, coming down around the man's shoulders and down to the middle of his back. He was wearing a grey jacket with a white shirt underneath and black pants and was covered head to toe in a red aura. The other figure, I couldn't identify, but I could notice the black lightning surrounding his body and could tell that it was a man.
"Run, boy! Find your mother and get out of here! I'll do what I can to keep him away from you, so just run!"
As he said this, the man with the black lightning tore through the sky, barreling towards me, but was knocked off course by my father, who tackled him and drove him into the ground, giving me the opening I needed to start running. I ran as fast as I could finding a woman with black hair who pulled me out of the path of the black lightning wielding monster before it could hit me with another of its charges.
The woman was much taller than I and wore a red leotard with black cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but I couldn't make out her face for whatever reason.
"Come on, sweetie, we need to get away from that thing. Don't worry, dad can take care of that thi-"
Before the woman could finish her sentence, however, the black being threw father at her, the two landing in a crumpled heap.
The woman looked up to me, her face still blurry, despite being in the light.
"Y- Yuki. Run."
And run I did. I ran as far as I could, hearing a shrill scream of horror, and it got cut off before it could end naturally. Turning around for no longer than a second, I saw a streak of black lightning shoot towards me, hitting me square in the small of my back. I tried to scream, but nothing but breath left my throat. The volts sent my body flying a few feet ahead, landing in a roll and ending up with my face to the sky, giving me a good look at the storm clouds above. I tried to get up, rolling over on to my stomach, but before I could get up, I saw a large thing roll into my view, about the size of a soccer ball, but somewhat misshapen and covered in black string.
The ball finally stopped rolling, and I moved towards it, despite all of my instincts telling me not to. There was an opening in the string and…
Head.
Eyes. Nose. Head. Mouth. Ears. Head. Hair. Head.
Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. HEAD!
…
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"… Mom?"
Betcha weren't expecting that shit, were you? A lot happened this chapter, so please, once again, leave a review, ask some questions. I take both constructive and deconstructive criticism, so tell me what you think. What do you think the deal with that dream was, how many times am I going to increase my per chapter word count, and what do you think about how Yuki's been reacting with who we've seen so far. I don't know if I'll go straight to Yuki being in U.A. or do something else next chapter.
Whatever the case, thank you for reading.
Omake #1: Mother's Intuition
Putting her phone on the edge of her bed, Kyoka started letting sleep take her away, but was stopped by the sound of her door opening. Turning over, Kyoka took note of a similar shape to her own silhouetted in the light of the hallway. "Mom? What's up?"
"Just wanted to check on you, noticed that you were checking your phone a lot during dinner, and you were so focused that you didn't even notice me checking on you three time before."
"Oh, sorry mom, I was just texting a new friend."
"Oh? Was this the same one who-"
"Yeah," Kyoka said, feeling her face heat up a bit. "It took me a while to remember, but I'm pretty sure that he's the same guy who saved me today, too."
"So, when am I gonna get to meet him?"
"Huh!?" Kyoka questioned, slightly louder than she intended. My face heating up far more than it had before, becoming a ful-blown blush. "What are you talking about!?"
"What? Is it so bad to want to meet my future son-in-law?"
At this Kyoka let out a loud screech as Mika Jirou closed the door on her now fully flustered child. "Hah, to be young again... Maybe I'll see if I can't find my old U.A. uniform and surprise Kyotoku..." Mika said to herself, leaving her screeching daughter to wallow in her own embarrassment.