Mind Boggled

Chapter 13

I don't speak French. Google translate kind of speaks French. The French will probably be incorrect as a result. You've been warned.

Third person pov

The field was chaos.

Blood was being spilled left and right. There were explosions going off in the background, courtesy of Bakugo and some blond asshole who'd stolen his quirk. Headbands were flying through the air, odd patches of ice littered the ground, and dark shadow loomed over anyone who got too close, blocking out the light and making half the field seem even duller than it was meant to. And in the middle of it, Harper and her team...

Were doing great, actually.

"Hey, you." Hitoshi goaded. "Yeah, you. Why is your head that shape? Were you dropped as a baby?" 

"Why, I'll-" And then they went dead-eyed. Just like that. It was incredibly handy. At first their team had seemed ragtag. Actually, it still was, but it was doing so much better than literally any of them had assumed it would. Harper had somehow gotten chosen as the rider. After examining her weight and quirk versus Hagakure's, they'd made a unanimous decision to place her on top. Kirishima was in the front, Hitoshi on Harper's right, and Hagakure on the left. 

The redhead had been dying almost the entire fight, his face red and his grin stretching side. His hair was surprisingly soft to be honest. Kirishima's thoughts were pleading to the heavens above, begging her to touch it. She'd accidentally ghosted over it at some point, but Kirishima's strangled yelp and sudden jolt of surprise had prevented her from going anywhere near it if she could help it.

As for team dynamic, Kirishima was the hull of their horrifying, dinky little ship. People came at him, he hardened and kicked them. He'd kicked four people in the nuts and one girl straight in the stomach. It was nice to see some gender equality being practiced. He'd had no hesitation as he rammed his foot in her gut. The satisfaction she felt from the mental "oh, shit" was so immense she'd almost laughed. Almost.

Harper was on top acting a shitty, discount command central. If someone was coming their way or trying to pull a fast one on them, she simply... told them. That's pretty much all she did. That, and if someone or something was flying for the headbands around her neck, she'd dodge to the best of her ability. Who knew she was that flexible. Harper was pretty sure she could do a complete back bend, even if her spine had all but snapped it two when she flung herself back and away from Sero's tape.

Hitoshi and Hagakure were the real apple of this pie, however. Hagakure's hands were invisible. Rolling up her sleeves completely to make her shirt appear as more of a tank top meant nobody could see where her free arm was flying, and it had already saved them a few times. On top of that, she could refract light. She'd brought an entire team crashing to the ground because she'd blinded one of the back legs of the group. Harper had been afraid of disqualification, but because they hadn't been aiming to knock them down, it was easily let go.

Hitoshi was their prime defense. His quirk was incredibly versatile, and Harper was mere inches away from throwing it all out the window and giving him her spot in the hero course. She wasn't sure if that was a possibility, but his use of his power was nothing short of 1-A worthy. She kept shooting looks at the announcers box where Aizawa was and gesturing subtly to the purple haired boy with hidden urgency. Could they kick out Mineta? They should kick out on Mineta. Perving on girls was shitty, but perving on guys was just as bad.

Speaking of Aizawa, he'd been screaming at her mentally.

The whole time.

"You can do it! Go Harper! Omg, so cute, I'm dying, someone save me- AH! Tsuyu's tongue! Look, it did a little frog thing and- right, right, right! Harper, good work! You're in forth place! I see you gesturing to that boy! Yes, he's very cute! No? That's not what you meant? Why are you shaking your head? Omg! You like him?! Tea!" Aizawa shrieked. Harper wanted to pull out her hair, shaking her head again. "No? You don't like him? Oh, I see! You want him off your- no, that's not it either? I love charades! This isn't charades. This is more of a guessing game. Those are fun! I should ask Mic what he thinks!"