Nothing was the same for him. All he could do was keep going forward, keep pushing himself. Despite all he's been given, he couldn't quite understand it all. Even now he didn't fully grasp the reality of what he was standing in, what he was embarking on. Sometimes he wished to shrivel up and cease. But none of that could happen as he brought his fist down before a girl, crushing the robot about to hit her. His hand would obliterate the robot, turning it into cool moldable metal. From there he would send the plates and crushed debris of the robot at another down the road. The girl would look with a smile of good tiding, unusual from all the others he ran into. Either they were angry he took their robot, or angry that they had to be helped.
"Thank you!" He would nod, seeing her appreciation across her face. Titus didn't care for others, helping would be his life's goal; even if it meant he didn't make it. That sudden thought made him stop running at a robot, just the thought crushed his own family's hopes. They put so much into him, 11 months and more to make it happen. With a self-hatred brewing he would burst forward and crush the robot with his bare hands. He would begin to act a little more fierce, going about the battlefield covering others and taking out robots on his own. Some would come to see the ferocity he gave some of the robots. Those few being bold enough to stop when they should be focused.
He would hear Present Mic yell up, "Six minutes and two seconds left!" Willing to keep us up with the time. How thoughtful Pros you are. Even though he expected no help from them in the future, he was grateful for the time they let them all know as he made his way around this battlefield. As he had dealt with that one robot for her and the other, Titus would turn hearing that green-haired boy from earlier.
"...not good, not good!" He was admittantly surprised by the boy, seeing him run from a wreck of a robot. So he does have what it takes. Titus didn't know the boy hadn't done anything, all he saw was potential. Anyone he would believe in. They applied, meaning they believed they had a potential no matter where they came from. Watching that green haired boy run was purely amazing, always on the run he seemed. Titus had to focus though, staring two more bots down and rushing into the fight.
Overtime Titus would take down robots, have robots taken down by others, and take down others for the sake of other examinees in danger. Overall it was quite enthralling to feel so strong. Yet as he leaned on the corner of a building, hanging in the alleyway, Titus was breathing hard as he looked down at his hand. He could feel the compression under his skin, how it wished to burst forth and explode. I didn't do my daily routine, such rush from Toshiaki. I'll scold him-! The sudden urge to tell someone for their actions, it made him freeze.
He would look to his hand, watching the sweat glean off his body. He stopped telling others about their actions, he just bottled it up and held it in. It always made his emotions spur, how he struggled with telling someone. Forget it. Simple words, but it helped him move on as he clenched his hand ready to fight some more. Around him, some of the examinees noticed him just leaning against the building. "I didn't think he would be here. So timid around anyone. Even his own work colleagues."
He couldn't hear them, but this was one of the few statements made about him. He once was confronted by year younger peers whom wanted to get to know him. But just like his crew, he kept them an arm length away. He didn't want to know them, get too attached. He was fortunate he could go unnoticed for so long. How much longer, before they find out? How? When? A few of his thoughts, not the least easy to handle over the other. He had to focus himself. Breath in deeply, exhale slowly. four seconds for each, all before the big game changer came to play.
A sudden rumble would shake the ground, debris exploding into the air and clouding everyone's vision. This took place in the center of the battle center. Titus would look around the corner he was leaned on, looking out to the center as a fist collided into the ground. As time went on, Titus heard Present Mic yell once more, "Less than two minutes remaining!" Dust would quickly cloud his view, the new threat bigger and badder than all those around. Must be the zero pointer. That must mean-! He would quickly run into the dust, but as it dispersed he would watch a boy already in the air.
It was the green haired boy, and he had been the one to settle the dust and leap into action. An within seconds a resounding boom. Immediately Titus saw the giant's face crater, while watching the boy levitate for a second more in the air. Titus was taken aback, he was amazed by how powerful the kid was. His Quirk, it was amazing as Titus began to think what was going to happen. If he has power to rise, does he have it to fall? Titus would begin to see his peer fall, seeing that he didn't seem to have a plan after. Titus would run forward, noticing a girl whom must've been saved by the young spastic kid. Reacting to someone in danger, what boldness! It made Titus tingle with energy and euphoria he didn't know he had.
As he neared the girl, he would drag metal debris behind himself. When he drew near to the girl, he would speak softly, "Save him." She would nod, determination in her eyes. The metal plates of robots he dragged behind him he would bring under the wreckage the girl had gotten herself on. With a quick look to the sky he would then nod before sending her into the sky. He threw her like a rock, that rock having a trail to the ground. When she reached him he smiled, seeing how teamwork was saving the life of another.
When she slapped the boy to now make him float, Titus would bring her closer to him. "I've got him!" This would prompt Titus to bring her to the ground, letting her and the boy be on ground again. Titus would now see just how bad the boys injuries were. Dear Lord, his arm and legs are broken! What is his quirk? Too much power, too much mass? Even though Titus' mind was running, he would bring the boy onto a stretcher of metal plates. As he looked to the boy, he could see a look of desperation, "Just need one point!" He wanted to get him to someone who could heal him, As his mind raced on what he just heard the boy say. N-no points. But I believed he took down that robot earlier. Did someone steal from him?
With no time remaining, Titus would hear Present Mic's voice boom, "And that's it. Time's up." Titus would look down to the boy, seeing tears in his eyes as he showed how defeated he looked. What are the eyes for? He got points correct?
Titus would soon realize how he was surrounded by other examinees around the boy and girl. Titus would step to the side, his metal tendril still holding the makeshift stretcher. He didn't want to be seen to much, attention wasn't his thing. He could hear how some of the examinees were amazed, yet those same ones also mocked the young peer who gave it his all for one girl.
"Did you see that dude's attack? I didn't think he had that kind of strength." Even Titus was amazed by the young peer's power, it was exemplary devastating to see a giant behemoth such as that robot fall to just one punch.
"Me either." Another examinee. "Looked like some kind of reinforcement-type Quirk, but... There was something else." Now that they were bringing it up within ear-shot, Titus was beginning to notice how this kid was onto something.
"If he has such an amazing Quirk, how come he didn't snag any points at all day?" Another talker.
"Maybe he was trying to trick all of us." Another...
"Joke's on him." Then another... "There's no way he's passing wi-!"
They would all stop, feeling the stare from Titus. How lethal it was, cutting into their hearts like a neat scalpel doing surgery. It was a delicate stare, one Titus didn't know he truly had at times. And it was his second time doing it. He stared at the boys who talked ruthlessly, none of them saw the point. If they were treating this like an exam, then they were mistaken. It was a mock battle. And for some reason, Titus' anger boiled in his eyes towards those whom would dare talk down on another. "Shut. It." From out of the blue Titus would hear a lady's voice.
"Very nice, good work all around. You're heroes in my eyes, every one of you." The sound of a cane against the ground accompanied her, her presence delicate and frail. "Here, reward yourselves. Have some gummies." Titus would see a small examinee be given some of the gummies from her, before she moved forward. An older lady, possibly in her young elder years and looking like a pro-hero. She would get thanks from those she rewarded with gummies, all before seeing Titus with the young peer he had in tow. "Bring the injured one over here."
Seeing her motion for the boy he had in tow made him comply, he made his way to her. "Oh, my goodness. You were hurt this badly by your own Quirk, sonny?" From there she would pucker her lips and kiss the peer on the head from a few inches away. "Gimme me some sugar suddenly seeing his body begin ot rapidly heal. From there Titus would let the boy be, setting the plates down as he walked out of the battle center. He wanted to be away from the crowd, his anxiety was making his heart race way too fast.
Soon would come for the writing portion, the examinees allowed to change back into their formal clothes with shower's being available for use. When everyone was ready the writing porion came, with that a few hours to also do it. After two hours they would finish, and from there the entrance was over with. When everyone was getting out, Titus took the time to head over to the main area where he'd hopefully find a teacher or faculty staff. As he made his way, he bumped into the girl that the green haired boy saved during combat. "Oh, hey! Your that quiet kid."
Titus felt extremely bashful, he didn't know how to respond to such a statement. Sure he didn't talk at all to anyone, but is that all he was called? Maybe talking would be helpful. But it's so hard... His soul was so dead to him, he didn't know how to react or feel about it when he looked into her eyes. He would nod to her statement though, just accepting the term as he'd ask. "Going to staff?" She would nod, grateful that he could see the same.
From there they both walked towards the teacher lounge, talked on wising to give the boy some points. In the end the teacher didn't allow them, giving a small explanation before they were told to go home. It was endearing how they wished to help, but upon knowing they couldn't Titus would trust that the kid did well. When he hopped off the train, Titus would get home within five minutes. When he opened the door, he would only begin to watch a new chaos unfold.
The doorknob would be dragged out of his hand, and a sudden torrent of weirdness would be brought around. Dragged swiftly into his apartment room, Titus would find himself before Toshiaki whom stood with a rather mad look. "You better explain the girl, boy." Titus would gulp, and Toshiaki could see some difference already. "Yet I'll spare you if you take her in." Titus would smile, only nodding as the door closed behind him.