You step forward with a calm, almost detached air, your fleece jacket pulled snugly over your face, making sure it covers your mouth. The fabric feels familiar, comforting, like a quiet shield from the chaos of the world around you. Your crimson hair is dimmed by the jacket's collar, leaving just the faintest hint of its true color visible.

Present Mic watches you with an amused and slightly bewildered expression as he hands you the map. "Here, since you don't really know this city, I thought you'd want some map and organization help," he says with a chuckle, his voice friendly but a little nervous around you. His eyes glance at your expression, then quickly dart away when he notices the intensity of your gaze.

You glance at the map for a moment, barely registering the information, before shaking your head slightly, your cool demeanor never faltering. "I'll be fine," you mumble, turning on your heel and walking into the faux city without a second thought.

Present Mic watches you walk away, scratching his head. "What a strange woman... but pretty," he mutters to himself, his voice filled with both amusement and bewilderment.

You move through the faux city, your steps measured and calm as the sounds of the entrance exam begin to fade into the distance. It's not that you're uninterested in the exam—more like you've seen enough battles to know it's just a formality. The exam, the robots—they don't pose a challenge. You have your own reasons for being here, but they're not tied to impressing anyone.

Just a few meters in, a large robot suddenly appears, towering over you. You raise an eyebrow, surveying it with mild curiosity. Huh, these are the robots we're supposed to fight? Smaller than I thought.

The robot, designed to simulate a villain, takes a few mechanical steps toward you, its eyes flashing red as it activates. It's all set to charge at you, but you're already a few steps ahead. With a flick of your wrist, you summon a sphere of purple energy, the color swirling with an eerie calm intensity in your palm. The energy ball hums briefly, like a storm gathering within the confines of your hand.

Without missing a beat, you send the energy hurtling toward the robot. It flies with pinpoint accuracy and strikes the robot directly in its core. There's a moment of stillness before the bot shudders violently and collapses in a heap, its body crumpling to the ground with a heavy thud.

The explosion of force and light ripples outward, but you remain perfectly still, your face devoid of emotion. The robot is reduced to a pile of scrap metal, the only remnants of its existence scattered across the pavement.

You glance back at the ruined machine for a brief moment before continuing your walk, unfazed. There's no need to waste time on something so trivial. Your power is a force of nature, and you know it. A small part of you feels the satisfaction of proving it, but it's quickly pushed aside by the greater purpose of your presence here.

As you move deeper into the faux city, you sense the gaze of others on you—students, teachers, and exam organizers. Some are likely watching in awe at the ease with which you handled that robot. You can feel it: the murmurs, the shock, the surprise. And you don't care. This is just one step in a much larger game.

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Izuku is deep in the midst of the exam, dodging the massive robotic villains and doing his best to score points. He's just about to focus on the next one when a flash of purple light erupts in the distance. His body freezes instinctively, a chill running down his spine as his hairs stand on end. What's happening? Is there a real villain here? His thoughts race, heart pounding in his chest, but when he scans the horizon, he catches a glimpse of red hair—wait, that's Y/N.

His breath hitches as he spots you standing across the battlefield, your eyes meeting his across the wreckage of fallen robots. You stand tall and composed, effortlessly exuding a cool confidence that makes everything else fade into the background. Your jacket is pulled high over your mouth, your crimson hair barely visible as a few strands catch the light. The way you carry yourself is beyond intimidating—yet, in that moment, you look as cold and untouchable as the most powerful force in the world. It's both intimidating and... oddly fascinating.

The sound of Uraraka's voice snaps him from his thoughts. "That's—that's Y/N," she says, eyes wide with a mix of awe and confusion.

Izuku's gaze is locked on you, but he can barely speak. His mind is racing, trying to process everything. You had just appeared so suddenly in the exam, and now, here you were, effortlessly dealing with the robots. It wasn't just your power—it was your presence. You were something else entirely.

Before he can say anything more, you begin walking toward him, your movements purposeful, as if the world is merely an obstacle that parts for you to pass through. With each step, you close the distance, your aura like an unstoppable force. Izuku swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

You stop in front of them, your gaze still cool, almost indifferent, as you drop your head slightly to Izuku. "Izuku," you say with a quiet, almost amused tone. "You've come far."

Izuku's face flushes deeply, not from embarrassment, but from the weight of your words. They carry a certain level of respect, something he hadn't expected from you. "N-not really," he stammers, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't have any villain points yet."

You look at him with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, as if your approval means more than anything he could say. "You will," you say simply, turning your eyes to the battlefield once more. "You've got the heart for it. Don't waste time doubting yourself."

Uraraka glances between you and Izuku, still processing the fact that you're not just some mysterious newcomer but someone who seems almost otherworldly. The energy between you three shifts, and for a moment, it's like time slows. The din of the exam fades into the background as your presence fills the air with an unspoken intensity.

Izuku finally manages to speak, his voice quieter now. "What about you, Y/N? You've already destroyed so many robots. Are you... going for the highest score?"

Your eyes flicker to the students around you, the chaos of the exam suddenly feeling distant. You shake your head, an unreadable look passing across your face. "I'm not interested in points," you reply, your voice steady. "I'm here to see how things play out."

Uraraka blinks at you, clearly thrown off by your calm indifference, but Izuku—despite his growing admiration and awe—seems to sense something else beneath your cool exterior. There's more to you than just the quiet strength you display. You're playing a different game altogether.

The three of you stand there for a moment, the tension palpable, before the sound of more robots approaching snaps everyone back to reality.

Izuku nods with determination, a renewed sense of purpose in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I'll do my best."

You offer him a small, approving nod before turning to face the oncoming wave of mechanical villains. "Do more than your best, Izuku. Push yourself," you call over your shoulder, your voice carrying the weight of something deeper, something that speaks to a side of him he hasn't fully realized yet.

As the battle resumes, you move forward, ready to finish what you came here to do.