6.72 seconds.

I skidded to a stop and sucked in a breath. I was feeling slightly paranoid because I had taken off my scarf; I was starting to sweat. I was anxiously rubbing my neck like I thought if I rubbed it long enough, the scar would magically disappear.

I couldn't help it. Without my scarf, I felt vulnerable and exposed. I hated this feeling, and I hated feeling so weak. I was too dependant on it.

Next was the grip test. Izuku was sat on my left, staring at the machine like it killed his family. I positioned my ponytail, so it was over my shoulder, shielding my neck from his view. I was acting paranoid, I know, but I couldn't help it.

I breathed in through my nose and held it for a second, before slowly releasing it. I focused on my hand, more specifically, my grip. It became mightier until it was as powerful as an Eagle's claws.

I stopped clutching when I heard a soft ping. '316' kg.

Satisfied with my result, I turned around to see Izuku with a very complicated expression. I didn't want to make it worse, but I didn't know how to make him feel better either, "Hey, let's move onto the next test."

He nodded and followed behind me like a lost puppy. I didn't know if I was helpful or if I was a good friend. We watched in silence as one by one people had their turn at the standing long jump. As more and more people did their turn, I started to get more and more nervous.

Sooner or later, it was my turn.

As I walked up to the starting line, I tried to ignore all that stares and judgment. I hated feeling all those eyes on me, and I hated how my thoughts went crazy.

I blocked out everything I was feeling and concentrated on the task. Nothing more mattered. I took a deep breath and started chanting to myself. You aren't nervous; you are confident and brave.

I snuck a glance at Aizawa; I'm not sure why. I realised I was subconsciously looking for some form of support. A small nod, a smile, I even would've been happy with a blink. Instead, I got a sharp glare. He didn't have to say anything for me to know that he wanted me to try.

I couldn't lie to him because he knows my limits.

I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a split second before deciding that I'd do what he wanted and cry later. I crouched down and took a deep breath, picturing a cougar. The moment I felt all the power burst into my legs, I jumped with everything I had.

I landed at an angle, careful to slowly dig in my feet to stop myself from falling. Dirt sprung from the ground and clung to my skin. The end of the tracksuit was torn, exposing a part of my leg.

17.07 cm.

As Aizawa read the result out loud, my heart sank. That's right, I thought to myself, everyone is watching me. I slowly began to walk back to the crowd, not wanting to be the centre of attention. I cringed when I caught sight of everyone's smiles.

"That was so cool!"

"I- I can't. What was- WOAH!"

I was too nervous to say anything, so all I did was nod and smile until I found Izuku. His face was slightly pink, and he was very fidgety, "Y-You were amazing. It was s-so cool!"

I glanced to the side and scratched my cheek out of embarrassment, "Ah, thanks."

He was looking at me, which was unusual because he usually doesn't make eye contact, "Why aren't you trying?"

Shocked at his question, I nervously flinched, "I'm sorry?"

He flinched and the spark in his eyes died down as he started fumbling, "A-Ah, that's n-not what I meant! I-It's just that I've realised s-sometimes you don't g-go all out, and I was wondering wh-why. I-I wasn't trying to be rude! I'm sorry..."

I gave him a small smile, "There's only so much my quirk can handle."

"O-Oh? Is that so."

I nodded and smiled. Of course, it was a lie.

I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. I dug my nails into the palm of my hands as a shiver went down my spine. I'm not fair, I know. I know better than anyone else.

Here everyone else is, trying their best because they want to become a hero, and here I am holding back. Like I've always done. Holding people back.

I shrugged, "Let's head to the next test."

I'm such a coward. If there's something I do remember is that I've always been a coward.

~~~

The loud blond was staring at me.

He wasn't discreet; he wasn't trying to hide his disdain. I turned to look at him, thinking he would turn away. He didn't, so I did. But for some reason, that seemed to anger him more.

I rubbed my neck and groaned. I couldn't believe I was making enemies already. Fiddling with my fingers, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Crap, I already forgot his name. Damn it.

I shook my head and tried to stop thinking about it. I breezed past the next couple of tests and then came the last one.

Throughout the testing, I could hear people muttering under their breath. Complaints, confusion, theories because none of us had any idea what he was thinking.

To be honest, neither did I.

I understand that he wanted to test us on our quirks, but it is seriously messed up. I know that if Aizawa and I fought, he would beat me. However, in all of these useless tests, I would beat him because of my quirk.

That didn't seem like Aizawa.

The last test was the ball throw. In which you had to stand in a circle and throw a ball as hard as you can. I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous, and it was.

As people started to throw their balls, I was getting tired. I was yawning a lot more often, and it was getting harder to keep my eyes open. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wanted it to be my turn so I can wake myself up.

It was my turn, and I instantly regretted having that thought.

I stretched and prepped my body. I adjusted the ball in my hand, trying to find the perfect drip on it. I could feel Aizawa staring into the back of my neck, and it made me feel so gosh darn uncomfortable. He had nothing to complain about, I tried for one of them, and that's more than enough for me.

I channelled the vision in my head. The strength of the gorilla transferring into my arm, transforming it into an object of pure force. I felt a tingling sensation crawl up the back of my throat, but I didn't pay attention to it.

I threw my arms back, angling my whole body to make it a more accurate throw. Remember, nothing too memorable.

A burst of power shot through my arms the second before I threw the ball, the adrenaline rushed straight to my head and made me throw a lot harder than I wanted to. The adrenaline rush made me lose my rationality.

I closed my eyes and cringed as I waited for the dreaded ping of the machine.

646.7 m.

I was beyond anxious. It wasn't the traditional anxiety that I usually get, but it was a sickening feeling that went all the way down to my feet. It was the anxiety that made me want to throw up. My toes curled in my shoes, and I wanted to curl up into a ball.

The blond had a higher score than me so he shouldn't make a fuss over this. It's okay, I told myself; everything will be okay.

So why is he still glaring at me?

"That was so cool!"

"WOAH!"

"She's so strong!"

Somehow, Aizawa was making a barrier with his stares to keep people from getting too close, and I was so grateful for that. I placed a hand on my chest and let out a sigh.

I think I would've cried.

"Maybe she's even better than Bakugou!"

"Kaminari, you idiot! You're going to set him off now!"

"Oh, oops."

Izuku looked shellshocked. His eyes widened, and it looked like every hair on his body stood up on end. He paled and tried to get the blond kid who said it to shut up. He was fuming. Oh God, he already didn't like me, and this is going to make it a lot worse.

His name is Bakugou. Okay, I'll remember it this time.

And the electric dude, his name is Kaminari.

Ohhh, that's Kaminari! Wait, no, this is not the time.

It went completely silent as everyone stopped just to hear him snap.

He lost his marbles.

"Better than me? No one is better than me because I'm going to be number one, you hear me? Don't start to think you're shit just because dunce face thinks you are. Don't get cocky!"

I didn't respond; I didn't know how to. I stayed silent because I didn't know what to say. For some reason, he just got angrier. I was more worried about all those keen eyes, waiting for something to happen. Instead of being anxious, I was confused. Why was he still talking to me?

"Don't ignore me you piece of shit! I'm going to beat you. I've been kicking pebbles like you since grade school!"

I didn't know what to do. If I spoke, he'd get mad. If I stayed quiet, he'd get mad. I gulped, hating how everyone was staring. I looked at him and responded in a quiet voice, "Are you done?"

He glared at me and started twitching, "I'm done when I say I'm done! You're not worth shit!"

Aizawa was watching in amusement, not bothering to hide his smirk. I wanted this day to be over, and I wanted to go home. I kept my eyes on Bakugou. If I started to let my eyes wonder, I'd see all their eyes staring at me. It's okay, I told myself, pretend no one else is around. Pretend it's just you and him. You're good at pretending, aren't you? Without even realising, I yawned. It was a small yawn, but it still got the message across.

Oh no.

"...dID YOU JUST YAWN??"

Now I was starting to worry. All of the worst possible scenarios started to whiz through my head. What if he attacked me, and I defend myself and kick his ass? What if the class starts cheering? I wanted to kill Aizawa for not doing anything to stop this.

He was a teacher, it was his job to control the class. Instead, there he was watching in amusement.

I gulped and hesitantly replied, "You're not boring. I'm just tired. Sorry."

I started to sidestep past him, and head back to the rest of the group; he blocked me and glared down at me, trying to make himself look bigger, "You and Deku are perfect for each other! You're both annoying bitches who don't deserve the air you breathe."

My blood boiled. Izuku didn't do anything, but just by talking to me he was spoken badly about. I wouldn't let something like that go.

"What did you just say?" My voice was trembling. Not because I was scared of him, but I was terrified of the aftermath.

I couldn't deal with confrontation. I'd rather he just try and punch me, because that's easier to deal with than this.

But not this. This was awful. I hated nothing more than this very situation. On the first day of school, here I was stood confronting an angry blond about nothing in particular. I'm scared. The anger was replaced with fear of this.

He looked down at me and glared, challenging me, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Even so, I did my best. I did my best to keep my voice from shaking and I tried to say everything that was on my mind.

I spoke slowly, scared of stuttering. "Why did you have to bring Izuku into this? He did nothing wrong. You shouldn't try and drag other people down. What... what kind of hero does that?"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Heroes are supposed to be people you can count on, so try to prove you're better than us all with your own strength. What's the point other wise."

Here I was saying all this hypocritical crap when I couldn't even remember his name.

He spat at me, "What do you think gives you the fucking right to lecture-"

"I don't. Who am I to lecture you?" I gulped, "But who are you thinking you're better than everyone else when you've done nothing worth remembering."

I finally made eye contact with him, "I can't even remember your name."

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