What was your reasoning for becoming a hero? Money? Fame? Power? Or simply to help others?
No one knew why you wanted to become a hero, not even your own parents. They loved and supported you but they didn't see any meaning for you to be in the hero course. It was simply meaningless for you to risk your life for lower beings, but there was another reason for your actions, that you or anyone else have yet to discover.
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"Katsuki Bakugo" The homeroom teacher announced.
The sandy hair boy strutted towards the white oval, his face producing an egoism grin.
'What a fucking loser.' Was your first thought of this guy called Bakugo.
Mr Aizawa handed Bakugo a baseball, and held up a tablet that read "?m".
"In UA you will be using and enhancing your quirks to become heroes," Aizawa explained then turned toward Bakugo.
"What was your best throw in middle school?" Aizawa asked.
"69 meters." Bakugo spat.
"Now try doing that with your quirk," Aizawa said in a monotone voice with an emotionless featured face.
Turning to the empty field, Bakugo stretched his forearm and shoulder that held the baseball. Tensing and flexing his muscles, he took a deep breath while moving his left foot forward and leaning his torso down as he brought his arm to his waist then extending it towards the sky to then flex his wrist backwards, small sparks started to enlighten as he's screeched out.
"DIE!"
At the same moment, he brought his wrist forward tightening his grip as larger explosive sparks formed from is, hand?
Mr Aizawa brought the tablet to his shoulder which said "705.2m"
Bakugo smirked with a cocky grin while death staring at the class.
Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turn your head towards Ashley.
"Do you like him?" She whispered in your ear.
"..." you gave her a puzzled face.
"You were watching very intensely!" She whispered screamed as she playfully hit your left shoulder.
"..." You just rolled your eyes, turning away to face the teacher.
You've never really thought about relationships; boyfriends, girlfriends, holding hands, cuddling, kissing and what not. You mostly thought about why everything is the way it is; why Ashley follows you everywhere, why people try so hard for things that are nearly or are impossible, or even how people act in their daily lifestyle; lying, secrets, toxic actions as well as trusting others who have no intentions of staying in your life, even though they've given you all the hints there are to give, you can't seem to let go of them, which is only hurting yourself, like how iron can only hurts it's self with it's own rust.
Other then that you've never really thought there was any meaning in a dating relationships, and why you would need or want one.
"You guys will be completing 8 tests just like this baseball throwing." Mr Aizawa deadpanned.
Not caring about what the others would do, you turned away from the huddled class and started preparing.
Rolling your shoulders back for a few rotations then rotating forward. Leaning over to touch your toes with your botox in the air. Meanwhile, you felt a touch, on your botox. Turning your head, you see a purple shit.
"Nice ass, can I touch your tits next!" The small pervert asked.
Ashley gulped knowing what was happening to this poor boy.
Facing your body to this purple boy, you lean down in front of him. A gruesome smirk with murderous intent was plastered on your face. The poor boy thought he was actually gonna catch a feel.
Manipulating your feathers to be the substance of T10 steel, you point your left pointer finger to his chest. Demanding the feathers on your wings to attack. Flying at a speed of 210 miles per hour, they swerve around your surroundings picking up more speed, slowly making a small dust storm. Suddenly you snap your thumb and middle fingers together, all feathers change direction, flying full force at 400 miles per hour at where you were pointing before.
But just before the 57, T10 steel feather knifes hit the boy, the homeroom teacher cancels your quirk making the feather return to their white fluffy substance, falling to the floor collecting all the disgusting dry clay.
Standing up straight then facing the teacher whose hair was floating in the air with red eyes shining straight at you. Rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders, pissed that you didn't get to kill the purple boy, you go to collect and clean your feathers. Just as you are about to pick the first feather, light grey bindings wrap around your torso and wings.
Squishing your facial muscles together in a painful motion, considering he's applying pressure to the spine of your wings, Ashley interrupts the tension everyone was feeling.
"Sir, you're hurting her." She points to your wings.
Exhaling a small sigh, he drops the restrains.
"Let's just get this over with." He rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.
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After half an hour everyone had finished seven tests, you completed each test with enough effort to stand out but not enough for people to understand your full potential.
If you had to guess your rank with everyone in class you would be either 1st or 2nd.
"Y/n l/n." Mr Aizawa called for you.
Manoeuvring through the crowd of students, reaching the white outlined oval, the last test for everyone to do was the baseball throwing.
Stretching your lower back, placing your hands on your hips with your thumbs facing your spine, then leaning back resulting in you cracking your lower back.
Extending your arm towards Mr Aizawa with your fingers spread, indicating for him to place the baseball. He places the ball in your hand while sighing.
"Your the second last one to go, hurry this up we don't have all day."
Holding the ball flat out in front of you with the top of the ball is visually seeable considering your hand can't fully wrap around it.
Chucking the baseball in the air, high enough for everyone to vertically move their heads up, within milliseconds you use three feathers, creating a seat. Two down the bottom, balancing on the flat surface of the feather and another on the side of the ball, supporting it from falling.
Manipulating the substance of the feathers, you change it to an elasticity rubber. Then keeping the corners of the feather still, you manipulate the middle section outwards to stretch it until the feathers of an elasticity rubber substance reach 2 meters, almost touching the ground.
You then release.
The baseball bounces off the feathers flying off at the speed of light, unseeable within milliseconds.
"7945.09m" Mr Aizawa showed everyone.
Everyone was speechless, even Ashley.
Simply unbothered you recollect your feathers to your wings, as all students in your class surround you.
"How did you do that?" Glasses asked.
"Is that a new type of feather?" Ashley asked.
And so on.
Once again you ignored everyone, turning your back to await the next person to go.
"Oi extra!" Bakugou called out behind you.
"..." you simply continued walking away while raising an eyebrow, because you were not an extra.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" He thrashed your right shoulder as if you were a rag doll. Facing the angry sandy-haired boy, you looked up at him since you were 5'5 and he looked around 5'7.
"..."
"Answer me." He wore a scowl on his sharp facial features.
Ashley started walking over, thank god!
"She doesn't really speak." She surprisingly spoke very shyly, as if she was scared or nervous.
"DO I LOOK LIKE A GIVE A FUCKING SHIT!" Bakugo blared infuriatingly at Ashley who flinched at his projected voice.
"I've never really heard her speak before... so don't count on it." Ashley sheepishly whispered, audible enough for both Bakugou and you to hear.
"WELL, I AIN'T NO EXTRA LIKE YOU, SHE EITHER GONNA SPEAK OR GET A FUCKING BEATING UNTIL SHE SPEAKS!!!" Bakugo threatened while staring you dead in the eye.
Ashley harshly breathed out through her nose, trying to suppress an oncoming laugh, that was bound to happen with her 10-year-old boy sense of humour.
"WHAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY, YA FUCK WIT!" He retorted while suddenly jerking his chin up to assert dominance as he look down towards the sable haired girl.
"Nn-nothing..." Ashley spoke while biting down on her bottom lip, directing her eyes anywhere but the boy, otherwise she was also gonna get this so called "beating".
"Tsk, whatever-" He turned his body toward yours.
"-so you gonna answer me or not, Dodo."
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Chapter 2: Meaning
12/12/21 published
1454 words