You noticed a commotion down below, the big, zero-point robot Mic had warned everyone about. The one that didn't do anything. You looked at it and wondered idly if you could kill it. Naturally you had to try. You landed hard on its head. Your boots dented the metal. You knew you couldn't just pull out the circuits. This robot was much too large for that. Instead you dug your hands under a metal plate and pried it off, tossing it into the void below and vaguely hoping it didn't hit anyone. Fortunately the ground around the bot was mainly empty. Inside the head was a mass of wires tangled up in identifiable patterns. You didn't really know what any of it did. You settled on slashing as many wires as possible before the robot began to collapse and you had to start flapping your wings hard to avoid plummeting to a rather messy death. A few moments later, the test ended and you headed home.

You lived in a little studio apartment. It wasn't much, but it was nice. You'd moved there because of the big picture windows and the balcony. Which was big enough for you to take off from to fly around the city. The only problem with the place was that you couldn't see glass very well, so when you first moved in you'd walked into the windows a lot. Sometimes you still did.

You stepped through the door and surveyed the mess on your couch, an assortment of books, magazines, socks, and silverware with no apparent purpose. You shuddered, usually you kept your apartment tidy, or at least tried to, but recently with all your training you were usually too tired to bother. You supposed there was no point leaving it messy now. You grabbed your phone. If you had to clean, at least you could listen to music.

At long last your apartment was clean. You decided that you deserved to relax a bit. You sat on the now clean couch and stared at the wall. Your foot began to tap. You drummed your fingers on the coffee table restlessly. A few weeks ago you were certain you could get into UA, even during the test, you hadn't been worried, after all, you'd killed a lot of bots. But now, you couldn't seem to tear your mind away from the prospect of failure. You stood abruptly, if you couldn't relax here you'd do it elsewhere. You stepped out onto the balcony, doing your best to avoid the many potted plants you kept there and leapt up into the air. One of the pros of having wings, you'd never need a car. You landed gently in front of a gym. Recently you'd gone there a lot. It was the first time in your life you'd ever had a gym membership. You walked inside and waved to the woman behind the register, Linda was her name, you'd gone to dinner with her and her daughter once. Very nice woman, her daughter too of course, but she was going to a boarding school back in their home country, America.

When you walked out of the locker rooms, you bumped into a boy. He was really buff, with pointy teeth and even pointier hair.

"Kirishima! Hey dude!" You grinned at him, you'd met him two months ago, here, at the gym.

"Hey (L/N)! How are you?"

"Great, You?" He smiled a bit nervously.

"I'm just worried about my UA test results, I came here to distract myself."

"You and me both," You sighed. He laughed. You made your way over to the punching bags. You'd found that punching things was really therapeutic for you.

You headed home a couple of hours later, ate some Microwave ramen, and fell asleep. The time kept passing. Days turned into weeks and a month passed with no word from UA. At this point you understood that you probably failed. One day when you came home from the gym you tripped over something. It was a manilla envelope lying on the floor in front of your door. That was odd you thought, you rarely ever got mail. You tore open the envelope as you walked through the door. Inside was nothing but a metal ring about the size of a donut. All Might popped out of it, and you dropped it in surprise.

"I AM HERE, IN THE FORM OF A HOLOGRAM!" You scrambled back, both confused and vaguely disturbed.

"HERE TO TELL YOU THAT, YOU, (F/N) (L/N) HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO UA HIGHSCHOOL."The next few months passed quickly, the exams arrived before you even realized.

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