summary - [first name] realizes that all the staff is crazy, and she gets slammed into concrete (multiple times!).
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You stood in front of 1-A, beside the teachers. You avoided Shouto's steely eyes, guilty about sleeping (literally sleeping) and almost kissing his brother a few nights ago. You were in your hero costume, fumbling nervously with the cream-colored fur around your collar. The only thing you were thinking about was the training camp. You want to go so bad. You were genuinely shaking with excitement to take the test. You trained a lot over the week.
The students were surprised to see you standing along the pro-heroes. "Why are you guys still surprised, I'm basically a part of your class now!" you chided, deliberately avoiding Shouto's direction.
"In that case, [last name]-kun," Iida began, his voice slightly muffled by his knight-like helmet, "are you attending the training camp?"
You nodded and a bunch of students smiled at you.
"I have no doubt you all learned what information you could of the test beforehand, so I think you already hold a vague notion of what you are to do..." Eraserhead grumbled, his mouth covered by that scarf of his.
Kaminari threw his head back with a laugh. "Sure, just like the entrance exam it'll be like a musou game! Only with robots!!"
You held in a laugh at this, your lip twitching upwards against your will. A musou game is a genre in which there are basically waves of enemies the player has to get through. If only they knew, haha!
Mina pumped her pink fist into the air and cheered, "I can just see the fireworks! The curry! The dare sessions–!!"
Nezu popped out of Aizawa's scarf, surprising the class. Not you though, because you already sensed him there. "Sorry, I'm afraid not!! Due to various reasons, we're changing the contents of the test, starting today!" he proclaimed, pawing Eraserhead's hair. The man's face was hilariously stoic, like this was a normal thing, to have his boss pop out of his scarf.
You reveled in everyone's shocked faces and you let out a loud laugh, holding your stomach.
"[nickname]," Izuku stuttered, "you knew!?!? And you didn't tell us!?!?!?"
You held a finger to your helmet, playfully shushing him. Nezu spoke for you. "[last name]-san was, by default, less prepared, so I told her just to keep you all on even ground." He then went on to explain what he had told you. The students will work in pairs against a Pro. As they listed the pairs, you realized that the numbers were off. There were ten staff members and 21 students.
Your name was not called.
Jirou brought this to everyone's attention before you could. "But, Sensei, who is [last name]-chan against? There aren't enough teachers. Or will there be a group of three?" You nodded, looking expectantly towards Nezu.
The mouse broke into an evil laugh, "HAHAHA! You see, [last name]-san will be going against a few students!"
"Us!?" the students of 1-A gasped. You against all 20 of them??
It was your turn to be shocked now. Your jaw dropped. All twenty of them against you!? You would probably lose in a one-on-one against Mineta! No fucking way. Maybe you should just walk back to class... "Nezu-san, I can't possibly-!"
"He meant us!" Two students jumped out from behind a tree, a blond boy and a periwinkle-haired girl. They had large, excited smiles on their faces. Had they been there the whole time? How did you not notice? It was likely because you weren't very focused on that. The girl was really pretty, you noticed, and she had big blue eyes and her hair swirled on the sides of her face. She stared at you excitedly, with stars in her eyes. Her name is Hadou Nejire, right? You think she's friends with Kou.
Aizawa slightly smirked. "[last name], you will be going against UA's Big Three."
There were jumbled mutters from the class, asking who the Big Three were. You were surprised they didn't know, as all three of the students were pretty popular.
"The Big Three?" Izuku gasped with big, shaky eyes.
Your eyes widened in recognition and you quickly pulled off your helmet with an astonished face. Your helmet messed up your hair. Your mouth opened in a large grin. "M- Mirio-senpai!" you couldn't help but squeal. You hadn't seen much of him since the Sports Festival, but you knew he was a great person.
"Hey, [first name]-kouhai!" His smile seemed to get bigger. His hand reached behind the tree and pulled out another boy, this one was around the same height as you and had a lean build. He had sharp elf-like ears and dark blue-indigo hair in a cute hairstyle. He had a really cute face – like a fairy! "C'mon, Tamaki! The first-years don't bite! That's the girl I told you about." It was Amajiki Tamaki, the third-year with an impressive shape-shifting quirk.
He stiffened, muttering a few things and turning his back on the crowd of students staring at him. Mirio only laughed at his friend's behavior.
It was the highly-esteemed Big Three, or UA's most promising students. All three of them have already surpassed the skills of many Pros. They were all in their hero costumes. You then finally registered Eraserhead's words and froze.
You were fighting them. All three of them?
Oh my Gosh.
Your mood did a whole 360. Instead of being excited to see Mirio, you were suddenly shaking out of the heavy dread enveloping you. All three. You can't even beat one of them, so why all three!? Holy shit, you're gonna fail.
Your head dropped in presaged defeat and you began walking towards the school. A hand landed on your shoulder, holding you back, and you slowly turned to see Present Mic's grinning face. "HEYYY! What's got you so emo, Bug Girl!! Come on, try at least!"
"Sensei..." you darkly muttered. "You're all crazy..."
Kirishima stiffened. "Sensei, isn't three-on-one a bit... unmanly...? Especially since they're so much more experienced than [last name]-chan..."
The rest of the class seemed to share this sentiment. Though, Bakugou showed it in a different way.
"You're just setting Bug Face up for failure at this point." A twisted grin appeared on his face. He believed he could easily beat the Big Three. They can't possibly be all that. "You must really not want her in the Hero Course... Hah! Great judgment!"
You turned to the mouse principal, and lowered your head in shame. "Nezu-san, I would like to fight 1-A." You'd rather fight twenty amateurs than three pros. You remembered watching Mirio at the Sports Festival, and fear ran down your spine. The way he used his quirk was so- It was beyond perfect! He could probably beat All Might.
No way can you beat that.
Nezu heartily cackled, throwing his head back in amusement. "Oh, [last name]-san! I didn't know you knew Togata-san! Are you friends? And you don't get a choice!" he sang as he wagged one of his short fingers at you, and you couldn't help but think about how cute the pink pads of his paws were. "All the pairings have been predetermined!"
"But I can't do a one-on-three!" you argued, a distraught look on your face as you crossed a pair of your arms in an x motion. "This isn't fair, Nezu-san." How can you, a mere General Education, win against three of UA's best Heroics students?? Are they trying to kill you??
Nezu smiled. "Tests are meant to be challenging, [last name]-san." His smile widened, closing his black eyes, clearly satisfied by his decision. 'Let's see just how quick you truly are, [last name]-san.'
'Yeah, he's trying to kill me,' you thought.
Mirio led the other two over to the teachers. "Don't worry, Kouhai, we'll have restraints, right, Sensei?"
"Yes," Eraserhead pointed at a box full of the weights the teachers had already put on. The weights were designed by a student and put on half of the weight of the wielder.
The three third-years were shocked at the weight. Hadou and Amajiki's wrists lurched to the ground at the weights, eliciting surprised gasps, but Mirio seemed perfectly fine. He stood there, grinning his usual grin at you. "I'm rooting for you, [first name]-chan! But I won't go easy on you!"
Mirio is such a... an NPC!! Does he not feel the weights? Because he put them on like mere bracelets!
Ectoplasm laid a hand on your shoulder, and you turned your head to face him. His wide mouth lifted into a grin. "I believe in you, [last name]. Just make a good strategy. Give it your all."
You returned a shaky smile. "I- I'll try my best, Sensei, Senpai." You tried to seem prepared, but you were not prepared in the slightest. You've been practicing combat against ONE person, not three! You don't even know their quirks that well! You know that Mirio can phase through objects and propel himself through the floor; Amajiki can change parts of himself into animal parts (though you're not sure if there's certain requirements he needs to fulfill or if he can just do it with his mind); and Hadou's quirk has something to do with light (?) you assume. At the Festival you had seen her use swirls of a glowing golden substance to float in the air.
She has a really cool quirk.
You stood beside Izuku in the panel room, a wall of monitors showing all corners of the arenas you would be fighting in. The first battle was Team Yaoyorozu and Shouto versus Eraserhead.
Your four arms crossed on top of one another in thought. You need a plan.
You had no idea which area you would be fighting in, but you only hoped it wouldn't be a closed off space or somewhere with a low ceiling. You can't possibly fly to the best of your abilities in a place like that! That would be the worst possible setting, especially if it's dark and has scattered light. You might fall into a stupid trance because of the lighting and lose.
After they had won, thanks to Yoayorozu's plan, Shouto and Creati walked into the surveillance room. "Oh, you were watching us, [last name]-chan?" Yaoyorozu asked, an embarrassed hint of pink in the apples of her cheeks. She was ashamed of all the panicking she did in the beginning, and she hoped you didn't notice.
You gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, your plan was really good, Yaoyo-chan. You're super smart!" You wanted to ask her if she could help you make a plan, but you're pretty sure it would count as cheating. You're in this all alone. You were pissed that you didn't get a partner like everyone else. Why does Nezu expect so much out of you??
Shouto stared at you blankly. There's something up, and he will get to the bottom of it. You've been avoiding his eyes this whole time. "[first name]-san," he said, forcing you to acknowledge him.
You turned to him with an awkward look on your face.
He continued, "Has something happened recently?"
Heat rushed to your face, thinking about Natsuo. "No! Why do you ask? Just a little nervous, you know?"
He raised his brow at you. "I see..."
You watched every battle thoroughly, sipping slowly on a can of [drink]. This was a good time to just observe 1-A. When you watched Kouda and Jirou's battle, you couldn't help but wonder if Kouda would be able to control you, or whatever his quirk does. You know he can make animals and bugs bend to his will though. As the battles progressed, more and more of your friends joined your side to watch the battles. You were going after Izuku and Bakugou, making your practical the last one, so most of the students would be watching you. That made you feel even more scared and insecure. They're all gonna see you bloody and bruised! How embarrassing!
You watched in frustration as Izuku picked up Bakugou and ran to the exit gate. Why did he do that? He would've won if he just ran without the blond, so why? Why did he feel the need to retrieve his bully? Stupid Zucchan, you thought, but there was something akin to admiration blooming warmly in your chest.
"[last name], it's your turn to go now," Recovery Girl said, and your 1-A friends wished you luck, Tooru giving you a tight hug. Ochako stood away from you, but you noticed her fast-beating heart when she glanced over. It made you wonder what happened during her battle, because she only started acting especially strangely after it.
"Don't watch my battle please," you told the group, a meek tint of red on your face.
"Huh, why?" Mina asked, holding a finger up to her chin.
Your hands clutched at your eyes. "'Cuz it's gonna be so fucking embarrassing!" you loudly griped. "GAH! Just say you won't! It'll put me in a better state of mind..."
"Are they really that good?" you heard Kirishima ask Bakugou, who only grunted in response.
You felt Tooru beam and her gloved hand enthusiastically raised to her forehead in a playful salute. "Aye-aye, [first name]-sama! We won't watch your battle!"
Tsuyu did the same motion with a wide smile. She felt like she was at her internship all over again. "Aye-aye, ribbit."
"If that's really what you want," Iida said, "then I won't look!"
You gave everyone a shaky thumbs up and left for the bus to your grounds.
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Your eye twitched. And it continued to twitch on the bus to your battleground. You sat on one side of the bus, facing the Big Three, who were on the opposite side. "Guys, go easy on me please," you said, only partly joking. You glanced towards Amajiki, who had his head hung and his hood on, shadowing most of his face. He hasn't spoken at all yet. You wondered if he was sleeping.
Mirio heartily laughed, "No can do!"
"We can't, [last name]-chan," Hadou winced, sucking in air through her pearly teeth. "I don't know what the teacher's were thinking – putting all three of us against you, even with these heavy weights on!" She rolled her wrists, feeling the heavy metal. She was already starting to get accustomed to the extra kilograms. "Ack, I feel real sorry for you!!"
You flung your arms in the air, frustrated. "Ugh, I think Nezu must hate me or something! I mean three against one??" You were still caught up on that! One of them would be fine – you might've even had a slim chance at winning! But nooooo, because life seems to hate you. You thought that mouse was finally beginning to warm up to you after he let you have his box of manju. Maybe he was just keeping you on guard...?
"Maybe it's because [first name]-chan's really strong, Hadou-chan!" Mirio optimistically reasoned, flexing his own arm and wrapping his fingers over his bulging bicep. His arms are really nice, even in his kinda ugly costume. Actually, no, in the best way possible, you decided that it suited him. "She was top 8 in the Sports Fest, ya know!"
You smiled, a bashful blush on your face. "I don't think that's the reason, but thanks, Senpai."
Hadou's blue eyes sparkled in a way you found too cute. She then attacked you with a barrage of questions, but you found yourself asking just as many in return.
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Shit. What the fuck are you supposed to do. You had all that time to make a plan, but the only things you thought of were BE FAST and don't get caught! No way they were faster than you, right?
Right?
A wave of optimism warmed your body. "Right."
But it left as soon as it came.
"This is so fucked up," you whispered, distressed. The door to your battleground was heavy, and you didn't want to open it at all. You gulped and swung open the door, which you found led to a dark stairwell. This is scary, like going into the dark basement alone scary. Your gloved hands trembled as you took a shaky step onto the first stair. You then took another and another until you reached the bottom. Your eyes automatically adjusted to the darkness.
The place you were fighting in was a giant basement with a low ceiling and many crates and barrels. You can't fly in these conditions! There's simply not enough space to fly! 'Nezu-san, you are one fucked up mouse,' you thought. At least it's pitch black in here. That gives you a slight advantage, as you have night vision due to your quirk. You were pretty sure the third-years must be having quite a bit of trouble navigating the grounds.
You really don't wanna fail this – that'd be so lame! Not to mention if you get beat up badly and still lose, then it would all be for nothing! Ugh, you just wanna hang out with 1-A and 1-B at a camp. It sounds cool, doesn't it?
The Big Three had come into the building ten minutes before you to prepare, and you were trying to sense them with your antennae. To the northwest, you could sense heat and movement. You had three cuffs in your hands that were for capturing the "villains." You weren't planning on using them though.
"I want to go home," you heard a voice mutter dejectedly. That's Amajiki, right?
You'd be an idiot to not run away. You ran straight, effortlessly weaving around boxes and other obstacles. If observing the other battles showed you anything, it was that the exit was on the opposite wall of the spawn point – would you even call it a spawn point? Whatever, you don't know.
As you ran, hiding behind stacks of crates whenever you heard a suspicious noise, all you could hear was the sound of your boots thumping against the concrete floor. It was too empty, too quiet here.
Ah, you jinxed yourself.
You saw swirls of yellow light shooting towards you, illuminating your horrified face. The swirls moved too slowly to touch you, and you dodged them, falling right into their trap.
"Now!" someone whispered.
Suddenly, you felt a presence launch behind you, causing you to jump and turn around. Mirio! He was in the air and flying down towards you, his big fist outstretched towards you. He didn't have the weights on anymore. You grabbed a nearby crate and used it to shield your face. You grabbed another crate with your hand and smashed it into his head.
Or, you tried.
That attempt was in vain as he simply phased through the crate and made just his fist tangible when it was about to come in contact with your helmet. Shit, even with your shock absorbing helmet you could feel that punch! He's crazy strong!
You aimed to punch his face, but stuck out two fingers last millisecond, harshly jabbing his eyes, which were surprisingly solid. You thought your fingers would phase through like they did with the rest of his body.
He let out a strangled noise and instinctively went to cover his teary blue eyes. Though, he quickly recovered, shocking you. He threw a punch at you with eyes squinted in pain. He couldn't see you with your dark costume blending into the shadowed environment. You were able to easily duck, kicking him behind the knees as he did, but his legs were pure muscle, so it only made his stance stutter a bit.
"Time out!" you shouted, panicking slightly. "Time out, Mirio-senpai!!"
"There's no time outs in real battles, Kouhai!!" He said, throwing a punch at you. His quirk was elusive by nature and every time you were sure your hit would land, it just phased through his skin. It pissed you off – his punches fucking hurt!
"B- But your weights, Senpai!" you whined through grit teeth. Gah, he isn't even holding back anymore! You tried to punch him with all four arms, but he simply sunk into the ground and shot up behind you, making sure not to hit the ceiling.
He looked thoroughly perplexed for a moment, quickly glancing at his wrists and ankles. Oh. He had phased out of them without knowing, meaning that he broke a rule, didn't he? Does he have to forfeit now? He became solid for a moment, distracted by the rules of the exam, and you'd be stupid not to try to get a hit on him.
He suddenly yelled, "Suneater! Quick!" and you paused for a moment, trying to remember which one that was.
You attempted to slap his neck like you had done with Eraserhead, but suction cups wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Not even thinking about where they came from, your other fist shot towards Mirio's liver in a desperate attempt to incapacitate him, or something. You just need to knock him out. Surprisingly, the hit landed, making him wince and you grin triumphantly under your helmet.
It dropped when Mirio punched your stomach at what must have been full force, for it sent you flying back a few meters and into a concrete support beam. Something cracked; you weren't sure if it was the pillar from the sheer force, or your back. It really, really hurt, the sharp pain from the punch stabbed at your gut. You were sure either blood or spit or whatever that came out of your mouth would be a pain to clean.
"Oh, my bad, Kouhai!" he said.
You were yanked back by the red tentacle wrapped around your wrist and your head hit a crate, shattering it into splinters. You quickly scrambled up and grabbed your knife out of your boot. You sliced the tentacle clean off, making Amajiki, or Suneater, gasp in pain, and you prayed it didn't do any damage to his actual human arm. It wriggled around on your wrist, the nerves and muscles in the slimy appendage still alive and reacting to your movements. Oh ew. You peeled it off of your wrist, but kept the slimy tentacle in your grasp. Maybe it'll be useful in a bit.
You then did a pretty cowardly move, you won't lie. You grabbed a chunk of splintered wood and chucked it at Amajiki's delicately handsome face. You barked out a quick apology before you ran off, using your wings to propel your steps further and faster than Usain Bolt. Suddenly, you saw a warm yellow glow in the corner of your eye and a cheery voice appeared beside you. You screamed, instinctively slapping the figure with the slimy red tentacle. The hit landed with a grossly wet slap and you heard a loud squeal.
"Oh, wow, Togata-kun was right, you're fast, huh!" Hadou's strained voice uttered, muffled a little by the tentacle stuck to the middle of her face. You looked down and saw whirls of yellow light wrapping around her feet, illuminating her body in the darkness. You wanted to just stare at the glowing rings until you couldn't, but you resisted the urge, opting to squeeze your eyes shut. You didn't answer, but instead threw a double punch which she narrowly avoided.
"Hey, I was wondering how fast you can fly!" she asked, a casual grin on her lips as if you weren't fighting.
She punched you back, radiating golden swirls dancing around her fists, and you evaded it, leaping meters away from the girl. She then shot swirled beams of the yellow substance, causing you to screech in distress as you dodged every wave of rippling power. Since your eyes were still squeezed shut, you relied on your antennae to tell you where to go. They swirled in wide circles, assessing her motions. Thankfully, her waves of whatever the glowing yellow stuff was were slow compared to your reflexes, and they weren't that hard to dodge.
"Oh wow! Your reflexes are super fast, [last name]-chan! Is it like that naturally, or is it training? Hey, can you see in the dark? I noticed that you're maneuvering around this place, like, perfectly!" she exclaimed, impressed by your agility.
How is she talking and fighting at the same time!? Is it not exhausting!?
"Wait, I'm supposed to be a villain!" She slightly laughed, "I almost forgot!"
"Lemillion!" she yelled.
You continued to widen the distance between the two of you, when suddenly, a hand shot through the ground and latched onto your ankle; you were launched into the air, your body slamming excruciatingly into the low ceiling. You let out a deep grunt of pain as you fell to the floor. Your eyes shot wide open as the Big Three threateningly closed in on you.
Scary!
Seeing those slimy red tentacles grapple towards you, you activated your wings, which were sore from slamming into the ceiling, and darted away, weaving in between tall stacks of wooden crates. It was hard keeping yourself steadily straight in the air, as it required a lot of core strength. Your abdomen was burning. In the far distance, you saw a large, pink gateway – the exit!
You sped up, flapping your wings as quickly as you could. Amajiki's brows furrowed, a tinge of competitiveness trickling into his usually timid mood. Out of his back, the third-year sprouted a pair of soft white wings and flew after you, one of his hands outstretched to reach you. It transformed into dozens of tentacles, all thrusting towards you.
You felt slimy tendrils wrap around your feet and crawl up your legs. They yanked you back, eliciting a loud, repulsed scream from you. You don't like tentacles at all! He slammed your shoulder into the ground and held you still as you struggled in the muscly octopus appendages' containment. At the same time, Hadou shot swirls of yellow light towards you, and they powerfully blasted you backwards into a cement beam with an ominous CRACK.
Shit, was that your wing? Your back ached like crazy – did you fucking break something? But you're lucky you weren't paralyzed from that impact. Is this what Hell is like? You refused to give yourself any time to recover and you urged yourself to run, eventually taking flight again. This time, you were struggling in the air, your wing injured.
Amajiki tried to grasp onto you again, but you were going faster than he could correctly navigate the grounds, even without the restraints. He quickly lost you in the dark maze of wooden crates.
Mirio sunk back into the ground, a big smile on his face.
Hadou circled the ground, hoping to catch you on the other side, near the exit, but by the time she got there, she saw your foot being swallowed by the darkness.
Again, you saw the pink exit gate as you sped up to the best of your ability. You winced, imagining all the raw areas on your wings that lacked scales. You heard the Big Three shouting to each other, trying to find you, but they could barely see in the dark.
You rushed past the gate and Recovery Girl's voice echoed in the basement as the lights turned on. Your eyes squinted, strained by the sudden light.
"Team [last name] has won!"
You couldn't stop yourself and accidentally rammed your head into a hard wall, your helmet absorbing most of the impact. Your head still rattled though, it felt like your brain was jumping in your cranial cavity. You sat up and tried to get to your feet, but you stumbled like an idiot, a sharp pain in your back.
"Shit," you hissed. Your back and your right wing really hurt. You didn't realize that your gray-brown wing was bent in an unnatural angle, dozens of scales having been ripped off from being whacked against that cement pillar and from Amajiki accidentally ripping a few off with the suctions of his tentacles.
You might not be able to fly very well for the next few days...
Your eyelids dipped down against your will, and you didn't care enough to force them open. You heard the mechanic whirring of the nursing robots, and you felt their cold metal arms hoist onto a stretcher.
And you went to sleep.
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"Why's the screen all green?" Kaminari wondered aloud, watching your battle with the rest of the students. They were all anticipating it, mainly so they could see the highly esteemed Big Three – UA's best – at work.
Izuku bit his thumbnail, really, really nervous for you. Allegedly, all three of the third-years work at a Pro-level, meaning they're just as good as real heroes. You were going against all three, and even though they had weights, that did not change the fact that they had so many advantages over you. While they did have weight restraints that would significantly slow them down, he was sure that the three would figure something out – and he prayed you had a good plan. It was cheating to ask the other teams for plans, so he regretted not being able to help you – even if he didn't know what to do himself.
Also, as third years, they've been on real missions before! Though with your antennae and increased speed and agility... Maybe, just maybe, you would be able to use dodge and run tactics...! Yeah, you could win with that... He knows you're smart, and he trusts that you'll try your hardest.
"Your muttering's scary, Deku-kun," Ochako bluntly remarked, a sweet smile on her face.
Izuku yelped a quick apology, before rambling on in his head.
"It is so you can see what's happening – this field is pitch-black after all," answered Recovery Girl.
"Pitch-black??" Mina screeched, her mouth dropped. "How is that fair!?"
Kaminari's jaw dropped. "Imagine if our battle area was dark!? We would've failed so fast!"
"But you both failed anyways," Satou guffawed.
"So did you and Kirishima-kun!!!"
Izuku's big green eyes widened, and a small smile spread across his lips. "An advantage..." he breathed out. "[nickname] can see in the dark!"
Ochako grinned, hope blooming in her chest. Agh, she wanted to go to the camp with you more than she would like to admit!
Sero hummed. "You seem to know a lot about her quirk, Midoriya-kun."
The boy jolted up as a red hue spread across his face. "Ah! Yeah, I..." How could he say this without sounding weird? "I helped her, uh, train her quirk...!" He nearly let it slip that you used to be quirkless! He wondered how the others would react to you being quirkless at one point... or his quirkless past. He couldn't help it! What if he let it slip that he himself had inherited One for All? It was something he constantly worried about.
"Night vision? I wish I had night vision, hehehe!" Mineta commented. Everyone just ignored him, but a few stifled a slight chuckle.
"You've mentioned that you're childhood friends, right?" Kirishima asked, curious.
Izuku nodded. "We've known each other since we were ten – well she was eleven." He thought back to that fateful day on the roof of Aldera Middle School and smiled.
"Oh, so she must have known Bakugou too then, right? They don't seem to get along very well. I don't mean to pry but..." Kirishima seemed somewhat bashful. "I was just curious."
"They didn't meet until Kacchan and I were fourteen." Izuku silently shook his head, looking back to the screen. "It's... It's not my place to tell you what happened between them. You should ask her yourself."
Tooru smally yelped. She never realized the green-haired boy could have such a cold look on his face! She turned to the screen and let out a gasp as you were slammed into the ceiling by that blond guy (he wasn't really his type, so she didn't remember his name). "What is that guy's quirk anyways!?"
Yaoyorozu's eyes seemed to sparkle as she watched you immediately get back into action. You're so quick! She admired you. A lot. Your words echoed in her head, "Yaoyo-chan, You're super smart!" Do you really think she's smart? If someone she holds in high regard thinks she's smart, then she must be! Yaoyorozu found herself turning pink, and little plastic ping pong balls began to pop out of her skin. They hit the ground with small hollow thumps, causing her classmates to turn to her in befuddlement.
"Are you okay, Yao-Momo...?" Jirou asked.
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nezu hates mc and i hate writing fight scenes so pls tell me if it was, like, understandable or easy to imagine 😭😭
next ch is heavy angst i think idk im kinda bad at writing serious scenes i just wanna write crack all day guys I JUST WANNA GET THIS SEEASON OVER WITH UGHHGHHGGH ATP ITS GINNA HAVE 20 CHAPTERS but at the same time i kinda like this season idk
u guys can probs tell but i like dont rly proofread either so there might be more spelling mistakes n mistakes in general 💀