Me, sitting here like a good little student, letting the nurse patch me up for a scrape. A scrape. Honestly, I've had worse falling off my bed. But sure, wrap it up like I'm a war hero. Really adds to the narrative. The bandage doesn't even match my skin tone—great touch. But hey, this is my life now, right?

I could still hear Present Mic's overly enthusiastic voice echoing in my head: "The exam is officially over!" Oh, is it? Thanks, Mic. Very timely. That's exactly what I needed to hear while I was dangling off a rooftop and questioning every life decision I've ever made. Let's be real, though. No one here actually needs that kind of announcement. You see the robots stop, the explosions cease, and you're still breathing? Yeah, it's over. We get it.

The nurse gave my shoulder a friendly pat, smiling like she hadn't just wasted five minutes wrapping a bandage around my arm for no reason. "You're good to go," she said.

Good to go? Good to go where? Into another high-stakes deathtrap where I can nearly faceplant off a roof? Because that's apparently my thing now. Still, I nodded at her politely because, you know, gotta keep up appearances. Meanwhile, my inner monologue was having a meltdown.

I stood up, flexing my arm a bit because, for some reason, I felt like testing whether this absolutely unnecessary bandage would magically make me feel better. Spoiler: it didn't. My legs were sore, my hands were still shaking from the adrenaline, and my brain? Oh, it was going wild. But hey, I was alive.

Walking out of the makeshift nurse station, I tried to blend into the crowd of students who were also getting checked out. Some of them looked worse than me—cuts, bruises, one kid had an arm in a sling—but most of them had this spark in their eyes. That I did it! glow. Me? I felt like I'd just walked away from a car crash and couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry about it.

The crowd was loud, buzzing with excitement, and I could hear snippets of conversations as I passed.

"Did you see how I crushed that robot?"
"Man, that one explosion almost got me!"
"Do you think I scored enough to pass?"

Meanwhile, my contribution to the discussion would've been: "I almost died trying not to fall off a roof, so... probably not?" Yeah, I wasn't about to join that little party.

As I made my way through the crowd, I spotted one of the teachers—Aizawa. Or Eraserhead. Whatever you want to call him. He was leaning against a wall, watching everyone with this mix of boredom and suspicion. The kind of look that says, I'm too tired for this, but also, I'm judging all of you.

For a split second, I wondered if he could tell. Could he see that I'd spent half the exam winging it? That I'd nearly eaten pavement because I have the balance of a newborn deer? No, probably not. But his gaze lingered just long enough for me to feel like he knew something.

Relax, Izuku, I told myself. You're just another kid in the crowd. Nothing special, nothing terrible. Just... average. Probably.

Still, I quickened my pace, determined to get out of there before anyone decided to ask me about my experience. Because what was I supposed to say? "Oh, you know, almost got crushed by a robot, nearly fell to my death, but hey, at least I scraped my arm! Big day for me!" Yeah, no thanks.

I finally found a quiet corner away from the chaos and sat down, letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My legs felt like jelly, my arms were sore, and my heart was still racing like it thought we were in the middle of round two. But I'd survived. Somehow, I'd survived.

And now? Now, all I could do was wait. Wait and see if any of this insanity was actually worth it.

As I sat there, my mind wandered back to the exam itself. The robots, the destruction, the panic. It all felt like a blur now, but certain moments stood out. Like when I nearly tripped over my own feet while trying to dodge a robot's attack. Or when I realized that climbing to the rooftop might not have been my brightest idea.

Seriously, who does that? Who looks at a battlefield filled with killer robots and thinks, "Yeah, the rooftop seems like a safe spot?" Oh right, me. Genius move, Izuku.

And then there was the robot I actually managed to take down. One good hit, and it was done. I should've felt proud, right? But all I could think about was how close I'd come to messing it up completely.

My inner voice wasn't helping either. "Wow, Izuku, you're really out here living the dream. Totally didn't almost get yourself killed or anything."

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. What was done was done. Now I just had to hope that my performance was enough to pass. Not that I'd been keeping track of points or anything. I'd been a little too busy, you know, not dying.

The sound of footsteps nearby snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw a group of students walking by, laughing and chatting like they hadn't just been through a miniature war.

Must be nice, I thought, watching them go. To be so carefree, so confident. Meanwhile, I was sitting here questioning every decision that had led me to this moment.

But then again, that was kind of my thing, wasn't it? Overthinking, second-guessing, doubting myself at every turn. It was practically a hobby at this point.

I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes for a moment. The ache in my muscles was starting to set in, and I knew I'd be feeling it even more tomorrow. But for now, I just needed to breathe. To remind myself that I'd made it through, no matter how messy it had been.

The exam was over. The robots were gone. And I was still standing. Well, sitting. Close enough.