The boys and girls both went their separate ways as we left to change. When we got there, I felt slightly awkward. I had only just gathered the courage to talk to Izuku without bailing, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to do it again. Correction, I know I wasn't ready to do it again, so being in a room full of strangers really wasn't helping.

I tried to change as quickly as I could in a secluded corner, not ready to make conversation yet again. Even changing was a lot to do, because if you got close enough you could see the scatter of faint scars, littered all over my body. Just as I had finished changing, someone screamed and jumped on me; we both went tumbling down to the ground with a yelp.

I took the fall, and I was lying on the floor, very confused. A girl had landed on top of me with a blushing face. I looked to see a petite, fair-skinned girl with a glare plastered on her face.

She had triangular, lazy-looking onyx eyes with notably long lower eyelashes and rather small eyebrows. Her hair was short, only around chin length, and was dark purple with an asymmetrical fringe.

Her most prominent feature was the flexible, plug-like earphone jacks hanging from each of her earlobes at the end of two thin cords. She screeched, "Don't touch my ears! They're sensitive!"

Then she looked down at me. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. My heart pounded out of my chest, and I knew time was running out. I had to do something; I had to say something. I covered my flustered face with my hands and muttered, "This is not what I was expecting..."

She grinned. A lazy grin that told me she was up to no good. She reminded me of Aizawa, "Woah, Kaminari would kill to be me."

I stared at her, stunned and confused, and close to tears. She rolled off me and stood up. She held out a hand, and I willingly let her help me up. I couldn't look at her. I didn't look at her. I didn't know what to do, and my anxiety was through the roof.

"Why? Who?" I said, with a low shaky voice.

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she winked, "Because I was just sitting on such a pretty girl."

I flushed and turned to the side, burying my face in my scarf. I was feeling lightheaded, and I kept on blushing. I felt like I wasn't getting enough air in my body because I couldn't see properly. I just kept on chanting over and over in my head. Don't throw up, don't throw up. "Stop."

I wasn't sure who I was talking to, the girl or my very upset stomach.

She was laughing at me, and I was red. I started focusing on my blinks, to regain some kind of control. The girl grinned, "They were all too nervous to talk to you, I heard them whispering! Well, Kaminari and Mineta were very vocal about it."

I couldn't keep up, "Kaminari? Mineta? Why? Who??"

She laughed and dramatically held a hand against her forehead, "She's hot! She's a perfect beauty! But I'm too scared to talk to her. What should I do?"

"Stop."

I looked off to the side and tried to get rid of my blush as we headed out. The girl walked alongside me with a smile on her face. She wasn't leaving? That wasn't enough? Oh my God. She laughed, "I'm Jiro Kyoka. Nice to meet ya!"

I was still embarrassed, so I didn't look at her, "Sakata Ryuuko."

If this is how schools are like, then I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

~~~

We finally got out onto the field. Everyone was murmuring and chattering, wondering what he was going to make us do. I was worried, and I wasn't at the same time.

Aizawa was ruthless.

But I was confident I could handle whatever he would throw at us. He's thrown many things at me, metaphorically and physically. A lot of things physically.

But he is ruthless.

I remember when I was younger; he pissed me off a lot, so I did the only logical thing anyone would do if they were in my situation. I stuffed his pillow with rocks and he crashed onto his bed and hit his head, the idiot. To pay me back, he offered to train me, and I was excited, so, so excited. God, what a fool I was. He would erase my quirk at random times, and then make snide comments about how 'I need to train more' and 'I'm still a child'.

"A quirk assessment test?"

I snapped out of it and blinked a few times. I still wasn't used to staying quiet for long periods of time, doing nothing but listen to the teacher ramble on. Now that I calmed down, I realised how tired I was. So, so, tired. Mentally or physically, I wasn't too sure.

Izuku shuffled next to me, "Oh no..."

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He looked nervous, and he clutched his hands and rubbed them with worry. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and he looked scared.

"I-It's nothing! R-Really, don't w-worry about it!"

Even though he told me not to worry, I still did. It was all I ever did. I was curious as to why he was denying it when it was obvious how stressed he was, but I kept my mouth shut. I still wasn't over the fact that I had a normal conversation with him. I will hold on to that for forever.

"What about the entrance exam? The orientation?"

Aizawa just scoffed, not impressed at all, "If you will be a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events."

Someone was muttering quietly under their breath and it distracted me. It surprised me to see that person was Izuku. Amazingly, he didn't stutter once as he rambled on and on as he seemed to organise his thoughts out loud.

It was amazing.

"UA's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That is also how teachers run their classes."

Aizawa may look like he doesn't care about anything, but that is not the case. If I was in any kind of trouble, he would risk his life for me while complaining the entire time.

"You have been doing this since Junior High," he held up and phone that seemed to have a list. "Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirk."

Dead silence filled the air. No one said a word, and it made me uncomfortable. I didn't understand why it was such a tense subject.

"The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It's not rational. Well, the ministry of education procrastinates." He scratched his neck with frustration and released a tired sigh.

I nudged Izuku and leaned in to ask him something, "Why is everyone making such a big deal about this?"

He blinked at me and started muttering, "In junior high, during every PE lesson, they prohibited them- us to use our quirks. This was because it was merely to test our physical prowess and the quirks would give different people different advantages, meaning some people wouldn't even have to try. That was to see how healthy we are essentially, but now since we go to a hero school, they're trying to integrate quirks into everything to get us to become more familiar with using them all the time. Maybe it's testing how efficient we are at using them? Or maybe our teacher wants to know what our quirks are. No, surely not as he would've read all of our files. Yes, as I thought, it is to test how efficiently we use our quirks. How should I do this? Should I go all out from the beginning? No, I would just tire myself out and-"

I stared at him in awe.

Aizawa squinted, "Bakugou, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right?"

Bakugou. He was looking at the boy from earlier who had the obnoxious-looking blonde hair. Turns out he was more than just a troublemaker. I'll try and remember his name.

"In Junior High, what was your best for the softball throw?"

He replied quickly, "67m."

Why did he remember that?

Aizawa smiled, he fucking smiled. It was creepy, "Then try doing it using your quirk."

Bakugou, with an air of pride, sauntered over to the throwing zone and got into position. He seemed to enjoy all the attention he was getting from the rest of the class. I couldn't relate.

I didn't want to stand out at all.

Could you image that? All eyes on you, waiting for you to mess up, waiting for you to embarrass yourself. I couldn't take that. That much pressure was ground-shattering.

"You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle," Aizawa said with a yawn. "Hurry up. Give it all you've got."

Bakugou then, with a smirk on his face, stretched, preparing his body for what he was about to do. His grin grew as he threw his arm back to launch the ball with all his strength. He looked psychotic.

"DIE!"

He added a blast to his throw, amplifying how far it went. The ball flew so far away that there was no way you could follow it with the naked human eye. He had such a flashy quirk.

Izuku next to me went stiff. He looked like he had turned to stone as his lips parted slightly, "Die?"

Aizawa lifted the phone, waiting for the distance to load, "You should know your maximum first." Immediately after that, his phone registered a soft ping, showing that wherever the ball was had landed, "That is the most rational way to form the foundations of a hero."

705.2m

Most of the class let out what I assumed to be a gasp; which sounded more like a donkey with asthma. I wasn't sure whether it was amazing, but after seeing everyone's reaction, I was sure that it was something better than amazing. I crossed my arms and huffed a little, feeling competitive. I could defiantly beat that, but I won't.

Recovering from the initial shock, the class cheered and laughed.

"This looks like fun!"

"I can't wait!"

"705 metres, for real?"

"We can use our quirks whenever we want, that's so cool!"

"As expected of the hero course."

Aizawa laughed, he never laughs, "It looks 'fun', huh? You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the entire time?"

I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, "Here we go again."

He wasn't wrong. Being a hero is a dangerous profession, and I don't think many people realise it; heroes are idolized and always seem to win the end, but people die. It's dangerous.

"All right," he said, his lips slowly curling up into a grin. "Whoever comes in last will be judged to have zero potential and punished with expulsion."

I wasn't worried at all. I was confident in my abilities, therefore I knew there was no way I would be last. This was bias, but I knew Aizawa knows what I'm capable of, so it shouldn't matter, as long as I'm not last.

Jiro whistled, starting me, "Woah, now he's pissed. Thanks a lot."

I didn't know what to do, or how to respond. Was she talking to me, or was she talking to herself? I hated this; I hated this so much. I didn't know why I was so awkward, or why I was always so trapped in my head that I would forget about reality.

As I was freaking out, she looked up at me and grinned, "Never mind that, what's going on with you and Midoriya? Hmm?"

I didn't know what she was talking about. Aizawa was saying something, but I couldn't pay attention because I was focused on the girl in front of me, "Eh?"

"Do you like him?"

"I do," I responded bluntly. My face flushed again, "He was my first friend."

She patted my shoulder and gave me a sigh, "How absolutely fucking adorable."

I let out a little murmur. "What...?"

She shook her head and ran off giggling, leaving me in the dark.

I remember being very confused. Is this something I was supposed to get used to? I didn't know. But I was left standing there, wondering what she meant.

~~~

I hope everyone is well I have exams this week so... LETS HOPE UR DOING BETTER THAN ME HEHE

I hope ur staying positive and testing negative! ❤️