Y/N POV
Present Mic: "Right let's start!"
The voice of Present Mic sounded out from a tower far above our heads, but it sounded clear as day regardless.
Present Mic: "Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battle-"
I didn't hear everything he said in the end, I just bolted along with everyone else as soon as possible.
Examinees, quirks, scrap metal, thundering footsteps shook the ground within just a couple seconds of everyone being let loose on early game targets, but I decided against my gut and ran for the hills the very second the gates opened.
Spotting a group of small fry that anyone could take out.
After years of not using my quirk it was finally time to bust it out and prove I'm hero material.
I flexed my muscles and felt my veins pump with blood as I tried to-
Y/N: "Huh? it's not... Why isn't it..."
My quirk isn't activating.
After all the years of it going unused it must've rusted or something.
This is bad, I'm staring down a-
Y/N: "What the!?"
The group i was targeting has already been turned to scrap metal.
It was my worst nightmare, I was miles behind the competition, my quirk isn't activating, and there's no targets as far as I can see.
But I won't give up.
Y/N: "I should just give up..."
I've been charging full sprint around the city but there's no targets, and the few that I do find are swiftly taken out by people with functioning quirks.
I'm tired, my veins are screaming, my muscles are aching, I've got a massive stitch in my side, there's barely any time left, and the ground is shaking.
The ground is...
Y/N: "What?"
I look around confused, and then I look up.
Y/N: "That's..."
The arena trap.
It's colossal, and smashing buildings like a toddler with a tower of blocks.
Examinee's are scattering everywhere, scrambling to get away, shoving each other out of the way, stumbling, tripping, screaming.
It's total chaos, everyone's completely forgotten about the exam in favor of survival, including me.
Regardless of how much pain I was already in I'll keep charging with this crowd to survive.
I don't wanna win anymore, I don't care about clearing the bar, I just wanna go home and sleep.
There's only a couple minutes left and it moves slow enough for everyone not in the general vicinity of it to make it, everyone is still scrambling for escape though, almost everyone.
I glance back at the giant chasing us, and notice some people have fallen behind.
Whether they tripped, stumbled, were pushed, or got stuck under rubble, they've fallen behind.
I suddenly stop in my tracks with a face of horror, I don't know what might happen if they don't get up, there's at least seven of them.
MY head is yelling, screaming.
"No, don't do it. don't stick your neck out."
I try to slow down, to focus on me, to calm down but I can't help it.
How can I stay calm, when instinct takes over.
So I charge towards the goliath powerless and afraid, to rescue them.
After all, it's what a hero would do.
I take a step forward towards danger and i feel my pulse rise.
Something changed.
My blood is pumping, I can feel my veins bulge out of my skin.
I grit my teeth, and I feel my hair stand on end as I get goosebumps.
I'm revitalized with a new strength I've never had the pleasure of letting myself feel.
Eyes closed.
My face stretches and grows pale fur.
From the shoulder down my arms grow thicker and gain dark brown fur.
My clothes tear away and my mouth grows into a massive forced sharp toothed smile.
I can feel it, my quirk.
I feel monstrous.