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"He threw it over 700 meters!" The boy with gold and black hair exclaimed, surprised by the sudden increase in power from the boy.
"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!" Uraraka cheers, hands in the air.
"But his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd." Iida notes, holding his hand to his chin in thought.
"It wasn't a very pretty throw." The sparkly boy from the exam shrugs.
Bakugo merely stared with wide eyes, anger almost radiating off of him. After a few moments, sparks come from his palm as he dashes towards Izuku.
"Deku! You bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!" Bakugo yells as Izuku screeches in surprise.
[ PAUSE ]
The girl immediately pauses time as she saw the boy about to reach towards her friend.
She then stopped for a second as she saw Eraser Head's capture weapon in the air seemingly heading towards Bakugo.
She let out a sigh of relief, going back to where she was standing.
[ UNPAUSE ]
Bakugo gets stopped immediately in front of Izuku, body getting dragged back a bit as the capture weapon stops him.
"What?" Bakugo looks over at Aizawa, "Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"
"Because its a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and special metal alloy." Aizawa explains as he glares at the ash-blonde, "Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eyes."
"Too bad... That quirk is amazing!" One of the students exclaim as Aizawa closes his eyes, letting his hair fall back down and bringing the capture weapon back.
"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up." Aizawa says, clearly not caring in the slightest.
"..Is your finger okay?" The protagonist asks as she looks down at the broken finger.
"Mhm!" He nods, still holding his hand as Uraraka walks over to the duo.
"Are you okay?" Uraraka asks worriedly as she stands infront of the two.
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After a few more exercises, they gathered up to see their scores.
"All right then, time for your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score." Aizawa explains as he holds up the device, a hologram of the scores showing up.
1. Momo Yaoyorozu
2. Y/n L/n
3. Shoto Todoroki
4. Katsuki Bakugo
5. Tenya Iida
6. Fumikage Tokoyami
7. Mezo Shoji
8. Mashirao Ojiro
9. Eijiro Kirishima
10. Mina Ashido
11. Ochaco Uraraka
12. Koji Koda
13. Rikido Sato
14. Tsuyu Asui
15. Yuga Aoyama
16. Hanta Sero
17. Denki Kaminari
18. Kyoka Jirou
19. Minoru Mineta
20. Izuku Midoriya
"And I was lying, no one's going home." Aizawa said as the protagonist rolls her eyes slightly but lets the ghost of a smile appear on her face for a split second at the confirmation her friend won't be getting expelled.
"That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests." Aizawa grins at the class who look at him in shock.
"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry. I guess I probably should have said something." Yaoyorozu says as Y/n raise's an eyebrow.
He did originally plan to send someone home, but not permanently. It's most likely he would un-enroll them and have them kicked out, then re-enroll them. Though she can't be 100% sure, it was made clear to her that he would've done something along those lines..
"That was pretty nerve-wracking, huh?" The tape-elbows boy looks towards a red-headed male.
"Nah, I'm always down for a challenge!" The red-head exclaims back at him.
"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read over it before tomorrow morning." Aizawa says, walking back towards the building.
"Oh, and Midoriya," Aizawa says, stopping infront of the boy momentarily, "Take this and go have the old lady fix you up. Things are gonna be tougher tomorrow when your actual training begins. Make sure you're prepared."
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The girl with h/c hair yawns as she walks out of school, opening discord on her phone to see if she has any new messages.
Hm... none. She could text him, she supposes.
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DIRECT MESSAGES
[ HANDYMAN ]
[ PROBSHASINSOMNIA ]
Hi!
Just got done with
first day at UA
[ HANDYMAN ]
what was it like?
[ PROBSHASINSOMNIA ]
So yk the bastard from
my middle school!
The explosive one!
[ HANDYMAN ]
oh
the one you described
as an 'angry
pomeranian'
[ PROBSHASINSOMNIA ]
Yes! Him!
He's in my
class >:(
Plus he sits behind
me?! Annoying bastard
probably going to
ruin my hair!
[ HANDYMAN ]
if he displeases you so
much i could always
kill him for you
[ PROBSHASINSOMNIA ]
No.
Stop asking to murder
people for me. I
know damn well
you aren't joking 😶
[ HANDYMAN ]
offer still stands if you
change your mind.
[ PROBSHASINSOMNIA ]
Well I'll get going
now! Text ya' later!
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She closes the chat with the man as she rolls her eyes slightly.
She was already aware he was some type of villain or serial killer or something. But if she got bored enough, she would probably become a villain as well so it doesn't really matter to her.
"Hey!" A voice exclaimed behind her, making her pause.
She was just outside UA's gates as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing spikey red hair.
"I'm Kirishima Eijiro! Your score was super manly!" He exclaims as she tilts her head.
Man...ly..?
"Ah... uh.. thanks..." She replies awkwardly, unsure of how to interact with the enthusiastic boy.
Ugh. Why is interacting with people so hard..?
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