MAT - Ch.2 [MHA fanfic]
"You don't have to become a hero if you don't want to, just learn to control it."
5 WEEKS LATER
First day of school. Just what I needed.
Finishing my almost-burnt egg, I grab the bag Mr. Nezu gave me. Just before going, I check my apartment and my face one last time for assurance.
Bedroom; one cozy bed with faded colors, a working table with my favorite desk chair, a small closet with barely enough clothes, and a large window. Everything else in this apartment is like this - not too clean, not too impressive. Organized just enough for space.
My black hair might be a different case, as it's kind of long and messy. I tried styling it many times since this morning, but none of them fit. At least it matches my black eyes, or does it? Maybe I look a little too off-
"S-shit! It's 8:10 already?!" I quickly wear my worn-out shoes and grab my keys, swearing under my breath. After finally making sure I have locked the door, I run giving my all- wait, no. I decide to just fly to U.A.
Sleep really is important for memory and everything...That explains why I forget all the time.
I inhale and exhale slowly to calm myself, making it easier to control my powers. Thankfully, I am floating. Victory of the day-
"Ack!" Yeah right. I will obviously hit the ceiling. I try to ignore the pain, and feel the sensation of control once again. I think.
Slowly, but surely, I start moving towards U.A. I heard about this school a lot, but it's still weird how I got accepted. I thought my appearance said everything?
The principal never contacted me again either. Weird. But it would be too disrespectful to not thank him later though. My landlord finally stopped appearing in my dreams. I even got some nice things for myself. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for shoes.
While daydreaming about playing Limbus Company's new event, I notice my destination is a few seconds away. Am I finally becoming less shit at this?
Descending, I prepare to land without embarrassing myself.
And..-
"Yes!" I celebrate my success, but others seem confused and are probably mocking me inside their minds. I decide to go into the building without looking at anyone, face becoming a little rosy. But it could've been worse, right? Accidents happen.
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I think I went into a maze. A really big maze.
Every turn, floor, and room is making me doubt myself.
Where the fuck is 1A class?!
Wandering everywhere, I notice the time too. It's 8:22. Damn it, damn it! Who even made this building? Or am I just that stupid?
Finally, for what felt like an exam, I find it. And...is that a person? Oh god, am I late?!
I hurriedly run to the door, well, still slow, but I make it. A man with hair like mine, maybe a little long, tired, bloodshot-eyed, homeless-looking old guy. Does he even sleep? Actually, I shouldn't be the one to question that...
I also notice him grabbing a yellow sleeping bag?? Why is the door so big too? Are there students at the entrance? What is even happenin-
"You are late." I think he noticed me...
He glances at me for a moment, then makes an announcement that shocks all of us.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you." Doesn't sound so warm despite the welcoming words...But I guess he takes his job seriously at least.
The teacher brings out some tracksuits and states that we should wear them and go onto the field. On the first day of school? I really shouldn't have met principal Nezu...
Others seem taken aback by it like me. Still, not that we can do anything but obey.
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"Quirk apprehension test?!" Students shout in unison. I heard U.A was strict, but it's too much! Especially on the first day?
"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" A girl asks. Hm...have I seen her before?
The teacher's answer is scarily cold to her. "If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events." True though, but not that I will become one.
"U.A's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That's also how the teachers run their classes." So teachers' words are laws? Sounds not good.
Everything else Mr. Aizawa is talking about is too boring. Maybe it's boring because I don't get most of what he's talking about. Well, except his declaration of the student who was top on the entrance exam.
Bakugo is it? A blonde guy with spiky hair and striking red eyes. No wonder he was the top. Though I also thought that green-haired guy might've gotten excellent scores.
Looking around the people for the first time, I realize that green boy and the puking girl are here too. That flashy dude even. Many others here are more interesting than I thought it would be. Makes sense for a school that hires only the best ones.
For some reason, I can't take my eyes off a certain student. Someone with half-white, half-red hair and different-colored eyes. Maybe it's just the visual that is attracting me.
Almost drifting into another thought, I finally regain my focus.
"67 meters." W-what happened?
"Then, try doing it with your quirk." Huh?
The blondie goes to a white circle on the ground, standing right in the middle.
"You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry up, give it all you've got."
Bakugo murmurs something then stretches himself. My gut is telling me I should NOT mess with him.
"DIIIEEE!" And I will always trust it.
The ball shoots up like a rocket, forming large fire around itself. For some reason, I really hate heat, and explosions are no different. It just feels...unbearable.
As the ball falls rapidly, the teacher says something while taking the record. "Know your own maximum first. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." As he speaks, he shows us the result of Bakugo on his phone.
705.2 m
Everyone awes, including me, intrigued at the numbers.
"750 meters? Seriously?"
"What's this? It looks fun!"
"We can use our quirks as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!"
Vibe is heading to a better direction! Maybe it really isn't that bad after all.
How wrong I always am.
Mr. Aizawa's tone turns serious, and basically sucks all of our excitement. One thing particularly made this whole ordeal even worse.
"Whoever comes in last in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion." I was just getting into it! I sigh a little among all the nervous students. This is probably more terrifying to them than to me. Isn't this all too unfair?
A girl argues against the idea with him, but his point is too good to ignore. And so, in the end it is obvious he's serious.
TEST 1: 50 METER DASH
"On your mark, get set." BANG
Even knowing I might get expelled, it still feels nice to see variety and unique quirks. I don't know if it's because I'm not worried or anything, but there's no pressure or boredom in these!
Engine legs, frog-like features, long tails and such. I wonder how they control their quirks, must be easy. Not exactly easy, but simple. Unlike mine.
While watching, I get some grasp on who these people are, though I don't really know their names. Most noticeable ones are green boy, gravity girl and white red. It's weird calling them like that...
Bakugo finishes his first test, and so does greeny.
Everything is fun until it's your turn.
"You're next Masahe. Hurry up and show what you got."
I swear I felt a pang in my stomach.
I reluctantly walk up to the running track and stop behind the line. And the person next to me is...
"Why were you looking at me a while ago?"
I almost jump at the sudden question, and shakily turn to look at him, not looking at his eyes.
"I-I didn't-"
"On your mark!" Perfect timing. Let's pretend to focus on the test.
"Get set." The sound of the robot seems to take away his focus, fortunately.
Not more, not less. Just average. Focus.
BANG
Just for a split second, I feel my body move on its own.
No, control me.
Unfamiliar sensation of my quirk doing something different for the first time.
Right before I form a thought-
"2.94 seconds!"
Everyone, including Mr. Aizawa, seems to be shocked to say the least. Same for the person next to me.
What the fuck was that? Was it an instinct? Near-impossible coincidence?
Whatever it was, that was a huge improvement!
"Woah, you saw that guy? I thought he was a little weak because of his attitude!"
Or not...
Still, this is a discovery more than amazing! Maybe I can control better. But just maybe.
"Are you done? Go to the next test." The teacher's voice brings me back to reality.
"O-oh, right. Sorry." I hurriedly leave the track, looking anywhere except people's gaze. Especially the person questioned me beforehand.
For some reason, I feel somebody staring at me, analyzing. Probably Mr. Aizawa. Scary.
TEST 2: GRIP STRENGTH
Come on, come on!
I grip the tool as hard as I can, almost starting to hurt. But even so...
36.2 kg
Improvement my ass. It really was just luck.
I look around other people from far away, and this time I see the green boy. Results better than me, though, a huge guy in front of him is far more impressive.
Somewhere along the way I hear that someone finds octopuses are sexy.
I furrow my eyebrows a bit at the comment but, preferences I guess.
TEST 3: STANDING LONG JUMP
"At least this one is easy." I murmur, floating right after the jump.
This one definitely has the best result!
TEST 4: REPEATED SIDE STEPS
Grip strength and this test took the most energy and yet, both results were worse than the others.
I pant after finishing this one. Should've brought some water.
TEST 5: BALL THROW
"That's amazing! She got 'infinity'!" Yellow-haired guy says. I am jealous.
I am jealous of everyone here. Everyone seems to have their quirks figured out.
Except him, for some reason. That green boy.
He was incredible at the entrance test. What happened? Or was that a situation like mine?
Very similar, even the consequences. Bakugo, was it? He is absolutely insulting the heck out of him.
He does nothing but stare for a moment. Then what seems like faith flashes in his eyes.
He throws the ball and...
"46 meters!"
For a minute my mind just fogs up. Maybe he has a twin.
Or not. As he mutters about using his quirk just now.
Turns out, Mr. Aizawa's quirk was the reason for such bad results. Erasure? I take one step back without even knowing.
Eraserhead. Never heard of it, probably wouldn't have if it had never been mentioned. I barely know about heroes.
I decide to just ignore the whole thing and calm myself, unfortunately because I am next. Suddenly, I see-
ALL MIGHT?!
My jaw almost hits the floor as I stare even more. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not hallucinating. Wow, to see my ex-idol in real life.
He recognizes me too, immediately gesturing 'please don't snitch'. I can see his nervousness even behind that smile. That inspiring smile.
I slowly turn back to the main attention, despite my bewilderment.
What is he doing here? Did something happen? Why is he staring at greenie-
Oh.
H-he's...All Might's son?! No way.
"Holy shit." I softly whisper, but still attracted attention from the last person I want to interact.
"What so?" I know that white and red hair.
I startle at the question, and quickly try to brush off the mistake.
"Nothing! Nothing. Just uhh...shocked! Yeah shocked at Mr. Aizawa's quirk that's all."
"Can't be that shocking, can it?"
"I rarely see heroes, especially ones that are pro. So.."
"Reall-"
WHOOSH
I gasp at the sudden change in the atmosphere, look at the testing ground.
The green-haired boy's one finger is broken, and the ball is far, far away. But I am more concerned than amazed this time. Does he always get hurt when using his power?
Is it really complex? Like me?
Even so, the outcome is far better than mine. He looks hopeful at least.
No wonder actually. He is All Might's son after all. Or I think. Still very similar.
