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๐Ÿ–‡ยทหš เผ˜ โ”Šอ™[๐…๐”๐๐๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†] ! หŠหŽ ๐ˆ๐ ๐–๐‡๐ˆ๐‚๐‡ a stoic boy starts falling for the socially awkward fo... ะ‘ั–ะปัŒัˆะต

"๐…๐”๐๐๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐†"
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ | ๐Œ๐˜ ๐’๐‚๐„๐๐„
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐Ž๐‡ ๐Œ๐˜, ๐ˆ๐‚๐˜๐‡๐Ž๐“!
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ | ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ ๐’๐Ž๐๐€?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐Š, ๐ƒ๐Ž๐'๐“ ๐“๐Ž๐”๐‚๐‡!
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’ | ๐–๐„'๐‘๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐ ๐€ ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ | ๐€๐“๐“๐€๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐ ๐”๐’๐‰
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ” | ๐…๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐๐ƒ๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ• | ๐“๐„๐„๐๐€๐†๐„๐‘๐’
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– | ๐’๐ˆ๐‹๐„๐๐“ ๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐Œ๐„๐๐“
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ— | ๐’๐๐Ž๐‘๐“๐’ ๐…๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐•๐€๐‹ ๐๐„๐†๐ˆ๐๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐‚๐‡๐„๐„๐‘๐‹๐„๐€๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐…๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐–๐‡๐€๐“'๐’ ๐”๐ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐Œ๐€๐Œ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘๐Š๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐‡๐Ž๐“ ๐' ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐…๐ˆ๐๐€๐‹ ๐„๐—๐€๐Œ๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐๐Ž ๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐‘?
๐˜๐”๐‡! ๐†๐„๐“ ๐ˆ๐๐“๐Ž ๐ˆ๐“!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐Š๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐Ž๐๐„๐‘๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐: ๐’๐€๐•๐„ ๐๐€๐Š๐”๐†๐Ž๐”!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ | ๐‚๐€๐'๐“ ๐‚๐€๐“๐‚๐‡ ๐€ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ | ๐ƒ๐€๐ƒ๐ƒ๐˜ ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐”๐„๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ | ๐๐ˆ๐† ๐๐Ž๐’๐’ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐„๐‘๐ˆ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ | ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐ƒ ๐๐Ž๐˜!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” | ๐‚๐‡๐„๐„๐‘ ๐”๐, ๐Š๐ˆ๐ƒ๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ• | ๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– | ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“ ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐”๐“๐„!
๐’๐‡๐„๐„๐„๐„๐„๐„๐’๐‡
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ— | ๐…๐Ž๐‚๐”๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ | ๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐€๐‹๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐€๐’๐Š ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ | ๐’๐‡๐„'๐’ ๐€ ๐‹๐€๐ƒ๐˜
๐ข'๐ฆ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ. . .๐’๐”๐๐„๐‘ ๐’๐๐˜
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ | ๐“๐‡๐€๐๐Š๐’ ๐”๐๐ˆ๐•๐„๐‘๐’๐„!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ | ๐’๐–๐„๐€๐“๐„๐‘ ๐–๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐„๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“ | ๐‚๐Ž๐๐…๐„๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ” | ๐๐„๐– ๐˜๐„๐€๐‘๐’ ๐‘๐„๐’๐Ž๐‹๐”๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ• | ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐‹๐„๐“๐“๐„๐‘๐’?
๐ˆ๐Œ๐€ ๐๐€๐ƒ ๐๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‚๐€๐'๐“ ๐Š๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐Œ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ– | ๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐„๐‘๐€๐‹ ๐‹๐„๐†๐„๐๐ƒ!
๐–๐Ž๐‚๐Š๐˜ ๐’๐‹๐”๐’๐‡
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ— | ๐ˆ๐ ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ | ๐‘๐ˆ๐‚๐‡ ๐†๐ˆ๐‘๐‹ ๐“๐ˆ๐๐†๐™
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ | ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ | ๐‚๐€๐ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐Š๐„๐„๐ ๐€ ๐’๐„๐‚๐‘๐„๐“?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ | ๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐ ๐‹๐„๐’๐’๐Ž๐๐’?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ | ๐”๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐”๐๐‹๐ˆ๐‚ ๐„๐˜๐„
๐๐Ž๐๐”๐’ | ๐‰๐„๐€๐‹๐Ž๐”๐’?
๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐ƒ๐Ž, ๐–๐€๐’ ๐…๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐– ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐“๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐ ๐‚๐‰!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“ | ๐–๐ˆ๐๐†๐–๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ” | ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐€๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐˜
๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐…๐”๐‚๐Š'๐’ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐€๐‘๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐Ž๐ˆ๐'?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ• | ๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐‘? ๐€๐‹๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ๐˜?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ– | ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š๐ƒ๐Ž๐–๐!
๐๐Ž๐๐”๐’ | ๐Œ๐˜๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐๐„๐’๐’
๐ฐ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ญ. . .
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ— | ๐๐„๐– ๐’๐“๐€๐…๐…?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ | ๐–๐€๐’๐‡ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ | ๐๐€๐๐˜'๐’ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐
๐‡๐„๐€๐‘ ๐Œ๐„ ๐Ž๐”๐“
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ | ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‹๐€๐
๐’๐Ž ๐ˆ'๐Œ ๐’๐ˆ๐“๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐„๐‘๐„. . .
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘ | ๐ˆ๐Œ๐๐Ž๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ | ๐’๐Ž๐‹๐Ž ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“ | ๐‘๐€๐ˆ๐ƒ, ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐๐„๐‘๐ƒ!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ” | ๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„๐•๐„๐‘
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ• | ๐…๐‹๐˜๐ˆ๐๐† ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐‚๐‹๐€๐’๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ– | ๐‹๐„๐“'๐’ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐๐„๐– ๐˜๐Ž๐‘๐Š!
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ— | ๐‚๐ˆ๐“๐˜ ๐‹๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐’
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ | ๐๐Ž๐–๐„๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐๐‹๐„ ๐“๐ˆ๐๐†๐™
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ | ๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐„๐‘๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž๐Ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ | ๐…๐”๐“๐”๐‘๐„ ๐๐‹๐€๐๐’?
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ | ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘ | ๐ˆ๐‹๐˜
๐“๐‡๐€๐๐Š ๐˜๐Ž๐”!!
๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐”๐ƒ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ’ | ๐‘๐”๐ƒ๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“ | ๐‡๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐’๐„๐„๐Š
๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐๐’ ๐†๐‘๐„๐„๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐„๐•๐„๐๐“
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ” | ๐‚๐€๐‹๐•๐€๐‘๐˜
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ• | ๐’๐๐˜?
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ– | ๐•๐ˆ๐•๐€ ๐‹๐€ ๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€
๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹ | ๐€ ๐†๐ˆ๐…๐“
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"FUNNY THING" | 022


[TRUE HEROES] !

editing note:
not this story reaching 3k while i was asleep

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IT WAS THE DAY OF THE EXAM AND TENSIONS WERE HIGH.

you were sitting on the bus, waiting to arrive at the site the exam was being held at.

you glance at the candy cane boy in front of you; the two of you hadn't really talked since you trained together.

mina, who you were sitting next to, pokes your side, "what?"

she smiles,

"i peep the staring"

you sigh, pinching mina's exposed skin; she winces before rubbing her shoulder while pouting at you.

"meanie"

[. . .]

after getting to the venue, you saw thousands of people; all the hero schools in japan.

you kinda felt like a bad bitch as everyone stared at you; ua was the best hero school after all.

after entering the large room, you're all given a briefing on the rules, and each having targets put on your body and balls to hit those targets with.

[. . .]

"mina?"

at some point, you and mina got separated.

has she been eliminated?

you turned, starting to go the direction you came to see if you could find her; however, a bunch of other students were blocking the way.

if you went there, you would pretty much be asking to be eliminated

you huff, deciding you'd fly around; you had actually been refraining from using your wings, since they were easy to spot and grab onto.

while flying over the other students, you never spotted mina, but you did see shoji, momo, kyoka, and tsu.

you land, startling them a bit

"hey guys, have you seen mina?"

they all shake their heads and you sigh, momo then smiles at you, "why don't you team up with us?"

you smile back, with a nod, "sure"

[. . .]

"shit!"

you tripped, spraining your ankle, and your wrist when you tried to break your fall.

how does this keep happening?

if this was a real battle you'd be dead by now.

momo immediately drops to your side, "oh dear! shoji-san! pick her up, and follow me!"

"on it!"

shoji uses his multiple arms to gently cradle you as he ran; you wrap your arm around his neck—he's probably amazing at cuddling.

you close your eyes, trying to focus on healing yourself.

"let's stop here!"

you look up to see what seemed to be an abandoned office building.

"we should go to the top floor; just in case, enemies walk in" you suggest, and momo nods, leading your group to an elevator.

[. . .]

shoji sets you down on the floor and you start healing yourself once again.

suddenly the announcers tell you that there were just a few hundred spots left,

"but, didn't they say that about half of us would be passing?" momo says, shocked.

"we need to fight for ourselves and make sure we pass" tsu looks at you and momo.

momo nods as she goes into 'thinking mode'.

your injuries finished healing, and you stand up, "alright, let's get going-"

"-shh"

kyoka quiets you, and you look over to see her using her earphone jacks on the wall.

"there's people, they're coming this way"

"they might be looking for refuge as well" momo suggests, only for kyoka to shake her head in response.

"that's not what this sounds like; they're not stopping on the other floors. . .i hear about four of them"

"they must know we're in here" you look up, to which momo shakes her head.

"i don't understand why there's only four of them coming if that's the case"

"no wait. . .i hear more"

you immediately run over to the windows, "with them coming this way, there will definitely be an interception"

"if i can break the window, i can get out but i'll have to make multiple trips to get the rest of you"

just as you prepared to break the window, it does that for you; it doesn't shatter completely—just enough to where you couldn't see anything,

momo grabs your hand, "everyone hide!" with that, she drags you off.

you watch as the rest of the windows shatter, systematically.

this isn't good; they've completely cut off your vision of the outside world.

you could still get rid of the window, but maybe they have people waiting for you down there.

that's unlikely.

they still might strike while you're dropping off the others, since like you said, you can't take everyone at the same time.

you hear a strange noise coming from the door.

are they coming in?

you look over, to see the aggressors had started to weld the door you came in through shut, and you quickly realized you played right into their hands—whoever 'they' is.

you run over trying to use your quirk to melt the door, when a metal spike pierces through .

it cuts through your arm, and you stagger back.

you look up to see the hole had already been covered.

"that could've killed her!" kyoka yells, clearly pissed.

they knew what you would do?

"they must know about my healing factor" you sigh,

momo shakes her head, "if that's the case, then they might be harder to beat than i thought"

you and momo look over to the blue door on the other side of the room; it's your only way out— the enemies are no doubt, waiting on the other side,

"this is the time to attack!" kyoka plugs her amps into the wall, and you try to stop her, "kyoka! wait a second-"

there's a loud noise and kyoka falls to the ground, holding her ears.

"they hurt my amp!"

there's a pattern.

they've predicted what your team would do twice now.

they've most definitely been watching you.

"hey, is it just me or is it getting cold in here?"

shoji asks.

now that he mentions it. . .

you hug yourself, as it starts to get a little chilly.

within seconds, it was already getting colder and colder. you took out your communicator, which had a built-in thermometer.

"no way. . .it's already sixty degrees—quickly decreasing"

"this place is turning into a freezer" kyoka also makes attempts to warm her body.

suddenly, tsu falls to her knees.

"tsu?"

"ribbit. . ." she weakly responds.

"what's happening?" kyoka tries to help her up.

you furrow your brows, "of course. . .amphibious creatures don't do well in cold weather—shoji-san! keep her warm"

"oh, okay. . . " he scoops tsu up in his arms, "but why don't you make a fire?"

"it might set the sprinklers off, which would only make it worse. our opponents have control over the air conditioning, so who knows what else they could do"

once your friend was taken care of, you start thinking again

what to do?

you look at momo, and smile.

"that's it"

"momo! i get it, now! this is like a math equation; your quirk is the unknown variable"

she looks at you, confused.

"they might know all our quirks, but you. . .they can't account or predict what you might make. . .with you it's a gamble, so you just have to make something they can't compete with"

you hold her hands, "we place our trust in you, class rep!"

momo's grip on your hand tightens, and she smiles at you, "i'll do my best!"

[. . .]

after a few minutes, momo comes to you, "everyone, please endure these conditions for a few more minutes!"

momo moves her leotard, exposing her chest; shoji—like the gentlemen he is, turns around,

"are you crazy!" kyoka jumps in front of her, "just bear with me!"

four pairs of headphones fall from her body, and she urges all of you to put them on. you comply, and watch as momo makes another object; it was a device.

"jiro-san, plug your amp into this!"

kyoka looks a bit confused, before doing what she was told.

the device emits a high frequency, which—even with headphones, you could still feel it vibrating through your body.

"everyone! just—seven more seconds!" momo strains out, trying to reassure your group.

"five"

"four"

"three"

"two"

"one"

kyoka unplugs her amp and the five of you make your way toward the door and burst it open; for the first time, you get a look at your opponents.

of course. . .shiketsu high students.

"now. . .hit their targets" momo attempts to catch her breath.

"you got it" shoji says as he puts down tsu.

their targets flicker blue; they've passed.

you stand in front of the door, figuring it'd be best to do a quick wellness check—maybe if you needed to heal someone.

"is everyone okay?"

tsu stands up, still clearly fighting to keep her eyes open, "ribbit. . .i'm okay"

"yeah. . .we're all okay"

"that's good. . .now i just have to hit someone's targets to pass"

you kneel down to the girl next to you and start to hit her targets, when you stop.

you had the weird feeling that you were being watched.

your friends all look away for a split second, in that time, a force suddenly pushes you into the room you had just escaped from.

you look up to see another shiketsu high student who somehow, was still conscious.

"(l/n) (y/n), the top of the class and yet, you let that creation girl do all the work. . .how pathetic"

she approaches you, ball in hand.

you scoff, standing up.

"if this is your attempt at psyching me out, you're doing a terrible job"

her eye twitched, "resistance is futile!"

before she could get any closer, the doors burst open, revealing your friends.

"ribbit!"

tsu uses her tongue to grab the girl's arm; you smile.

"guys?"

"what are you doing. . . ? this is an exam—not a team effort. . .you could've left her, and still passed. . .why. . .?"

kyoka crosses her arms, "it may be that way for you, but we're different"

"we won't leave out friend behind"

"yeah, like she always says; a true hero never leaves anyone behind"

"it's how we are! we look out for each other"

the girls sighs, showing a defeated smile, "as expected of ua. . ."

"you've overpowered me completely"

[. . .]

"todoroki-san!"

in a sea of others, you spotted a ua student.

"i knew you would pass! you must've been the first of class 1-a"

"have you seen the others?" kyoka asks, to which he shakes his head no.

you sigh, "i hope everyone in our class passes"

[. . .]

"hey, guys! glad you two passed! we were starting to get worried!"

the next people to pass were deku and kami.

"no need to worry about us, (n/n)! have you been here long—ooh, dumplings!"

pikachu reaches for your plate and you slap his hand away, "first of all, we've been here for half an hour now; second of all, these aren't for you! they're for momo—who is still recovering from using so much of her lipids"

you bring the plate to momo, who thanks you.

you then join deku, who was standing in front the screen—which was momentarily showing how many spots were left.

"this isn't good"

you nod in agreement. "just eighteen spots left; in order for all of our classmates to pass they would have to take the majority of those spots"

[. . .]

in the end, your class ended up passing, though it was close.

"(y/n)-chan!"

mina launches onto you, "i was worried you didn't pass!"

"are you kidding?! of course she did!" ochaco smiles.

"all the slots have been filled, so now. . ."

it's time to go home?

you smile at the thought, but unfortunately. . .

"it's time for next half of the exam!"

another half?

why?!

you cover your mouth, trying not to scream; this is genuinely starting to get on your nerves.

"if this was a real battle! buildings all over the city would collapse"

"the next part of the exam! rescue the citizens!"

[. . .]

after 'rescuing' the citizens, you all were finally able to change into your school uniforms and were waiting outside to see who passed.

"if you see your name. . .congratulations, you've passed the provisional license exam!"

in the surprisingly short list of names, you spot yours; you squeal, excitedly, "yes! i passed! as i should!"

"what the hell!? this must be a mistake!"

bakugou yells; he didn't pass?

"well it's because you valued showing off instead of working together. . ."

the girl he was talking to also shot a telling look towards todoroki

you frown, "todoroki didn't pass either? poor guy"

you sigh as the people continue to speak.

"for the love of god, can we please go home?"

[. . .]

the school day had just started and aizawa hadn't passed out any worksheets or anything.

you sat in your desk, slightly awkward; you were very curious to see what you would be doing today.

"i want you to meet someone"

the door opens, and three upperclassmen file into the room.

"these are the big three of ua"

author's note:

sorry about missing two days, school is kicking my ass rn

um chile, so like what if you and todoroki's ship name has something to do with your quirks

like how kiribaku is called 'poprock'

thinking. . .

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