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"Sakura-chan!" Izuku greeted me with his heartwarming smile as I walked inside the viewing room.
"Hey Izuku. Ochaco," I nodded at my friends as I made my towards our school nurse. "And hello to you as well, Chiyo. Looks like you're going to have your hands full today, huh?"
"When do I never have my hands full with you kids," Chiyo clicked her tongue as she shook her head.
I let out a soft chuckle from her condescending tone before taking my place between my friends.
"Did you come to see Todoroki and Momo's exam?" Ochaco asked.
"Mhm," I hummed, turning my gaze upwards at the many screens that was about to show the upcoming exam. "Your match is right after theirs, right? Where's your partner?" I questioned, glancing sideways at my brunette friend.
Ochaco gripped the back of her neck and let out a nervous chuckle. "You see.... he's a little... busy at the moment."
I nodded, signaling that she didn't need to say more. Knowing Aoyama, he was probably posing and falling in love with his own reflection at this very moment.
"Team Todoroki and Yaoyorozu," a sudden, booming and robotic voice announced over the speakers. "Practice Exam. Ready? Go!"
"Looks like it's starting now," I stated, returning my gaze back to the screens to see my friends running through the town-like area. I wondered what plan these two had came up with to defeat my dear uncle. Aizawa's erasing quirk was tricky and annoying to deal with, but if they could just outsmart him, they would pass this exam with ease. But their plan would have to well thought out and smart.
"How do you think this exam will go?" Izuku questioned curiously.
Shrugging my shoulders, "As long as Shoto and Momo have a solid plan, they should be fine. Those two are both smart and calm and tend to always be a step ahead," I said, my eyes narrowing in on my two friends running out in the open. I saw Momo creating a bunch of Russian nesting dolls and dropping them everywhere and it only took me a couple of seconds to figure out why. 'And it looks like they already have a plan.'
"Are those.....dolls?" Ochaco asked.
"Yeah," I muttered. "She's creating those dolls constantly to use as a detecting strategy for Aizawa. When she can't create any more dolls, that means he close by. A simple, yet smart plan."
I heard Izuku and Ochaco hum in agreement.
Although it seemed like the team had a plan, I couldn't help but notice Momo's expression. She looked so sad and lost while she continued to run and make more dolls. Shoto, on the other hand, had his usual determined expression, stoic and unwavering as ever.
My eyes narrowed when I saw the two converse with each other. Momo looked like she wanted to say something, but she was too afraid too. Her brows were furrowed and her head was down, her eyes not even close to matching Shoto's gaze.
Now that I thought about it, I had noticed that Momo has been acting different since the Sports Festival after her brutal defeat against Tokoyami. I remembered how absolutely crushed she had looked when she walked off the stadium. And from hearing the details about her time at her internship-doing photo shoots and interviews- probably didn't help with her confidence at all. It was sad to see someone who was so level-headed and assertive look so fearful.
My eyes widened when Aizawa suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his white scarf flying out to attack the team. They both barely dodged, and Shoto tried to counterattack with a flying kick only for him to barely miss his target. No ice or fire erupted from him, meaning Aizawa's quirk was activated. Shoto yelled something at Momo while he continued to try to land a bit on Aizawa. I saw Momo hesitate for a moment before running off, looking so distressed that she could have been crying.
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