At the Monitor Room

"S...She blacked out!" One amongst the group of pupils exclaimed, ruby eyes and sharp teeth displayed conspicuously, for he was anxious, yet, at the same time, anticipating for the subsequent turnabout of events- just like the rest of the class was. While he was there when you did the exact same thing not too long ago, he surmised back then that it was just a one-time occurrence and not as frequent as it seemingly was as of the immediate moment.

"I think that has something in correlation with her quirk. Yesterday, she's been under the same state; nonetheless, she still has managed to snag the number one spot," the ponytailed raven-head concluded as her eyes didn't move from the soundless screen before her, relaying to them everything that she'd discerned post-haste.

"Young Yaoyorozu is indeed correct! Young L/n's keeling over is connected with the way her quirk functions. Unorthodox as it may be, once she's entered this zone of hers, she's a force to be reckoned with." To say that the buff Pro-hero's words were nothing short of adulatory was a lie. He was there when the Quirk Apprehension Test was held, and just from that, he was able to sense the raw power that you possessed; albeit you making use of them whilst in a deep slumber.

Seeing as you exhibit such abilities even when you are unconscious, he couldn't help himself from wondering how much more compelling you'd be if you were to train yourself to utilize the said asset even if your lids weren't covering your eyes.

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At the Battle Arena

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"Being knocked out during a battle... You prat- are you underestimating me?!" Midoriya, who was holding you in his arms as he strived to shake you awake, recoiled at the thundering decibels of his childhood friend's voice. The spiky-haired male used his explosions to have himself be launched toward the two puny weaklings in front of him, about to let off a blast that wasn't to be sneered at, when a harsh kick was sent to his abdomen, rendering him flying a myriad of feet away from who he intended to direct his attacks toward. His red hues were shown openly, aghast for not being able to predict your movements owing to the speed that you were moving at.

'What the hell?!' His thoughts were filled with.

Now on your feet, a puff of smoke left your gritted teeth as your status of somnolence geared yourself up for battle. You took on a battle stance, your trusty baton gripped by your dominant hand before consequently rocketing yourself to where the blonde had landed. 

Although Bakugou was still winded from your unforeseen use of your feet, he willed himself to stand up and deflect your swingings, and even if he was able to shield himself from your unrelenting advances, you sent him one after another- the pace of it all intensifying the already brute strength of your blows.

"Midoriya, take care of him. I'll go to where Glasses is at," just as he was bordering on sending his infamous explosives on your form, you were gone in the blink of an eye. "Where the hell did that witch go?!?! I'm not finished with her, damn it!" His eyes veiled with murderous intent landed on the shivering form of Midoriya. The latter could do nothing but gulp when his own viridescent orbs met face-to-face with the male who abhorred his entire being.

"I'll take care of that punk later."

Not too long after that, the two were now exchanging attacks, the one with the curly locks, amazingly enough, especially since he was almost always too queasy, was able to return them in contrast with just being on the receiving end.

'L/n is counting on me... I can't let her down!' This newfound motivation had become his drive to unleash all the effects of his ruthless 10 months of training. He was worried about you going alone, but with all the moments that he'd spent observing you (he's not a stalker, please), he knew that you were more than formidable and could hold your stance against Iida. 

"Shitty Deku, die!"

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"...To win, I must embrace evil... So behold, I am the pinnacle of villainy!" Iida cackled to himself to immerse himself more in the role, and as he noticed the footsteps that were resounding, coming closer to him, even, he stopped himself and pointed at them.

"You! The always-unconscious girl! Your-"

"God Speed,"

And with one more utterance, the match concluded with its winners.

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Short as fuck chapter, but will be updating more so here's that???