Episode 5 - Unseen Wings

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❛ HELLFIRE ❜

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How Queen Y/N Looks Like: 

As the final test approached, Y/n stood at the back of the training grounds, as usual, observing the other students. Her eyes narrowed in quiet anticipation as she noticed Izuku was the last one to attempt the ball toss. She could hear the soft whirring of his gears turning in his mind, trying to figure out what went wrong. A smile tugged at her lips, knowing exactly what was about to unfold.

Izuku focused, his arm pulled back, ready to throw, but just as he was about to release the ball, his Quirk didn't activate.

"What? I just used it a moment ago!" Izuku muttered, confusion and frustration clear in his voice.

Y/n's eyes narrowed, sensing something was off. She snarled quietly, her gaze snapping to Aizawa, who was standing calmly at the center of the grounds, his hair floating slightly in the air as his red eyes flickered with a faint warning glow. Despite the tension, he remained unbothered.

"I deactivated your Quirk," Aizawa said flatly, his voice cutting through the air. "Something like that shouldn't even be allowed at this school."

He didn't seem to care that a glaring dragon was now fixated on his back, its presence a silent challenge.

Izuku's eyes widened in realization as he stared at Aizawa, the man who had just nullified his Quirk. That's... Eraser Head! he thought, remembering the stories he'd heard about the Pro Hero who could erase others' Quirks with a single gaze.

Aizawa, with his usual no-nonsense attitude, explained calmly, "I erased your Quirk because of the severe drawback. Your Quirk, as it stands, will make you a liability." He paused, letting the words sink in. "You have no place at this school with a Quirk like that."

Izuku's heart sank. He knew the consequences of using One For All too recklessly, but now it seemed as if he had no choice. If I don't use it... Izuku thought, his mind racing, I'll fail this test. But if I do... I'll risk failing the others... His thoughts were clouded with doubt and pressure.

Aizawa's voice cut through his thoughts. "You get one more throw. Choose wisely. Either you use One For All and risk failing the other tests, or you don't use it and fail this one. The decision is yours."

Izuku hesitated, his hands shaking. But then, he remembered what All Might had told him—that heroes rise above their doubts, no matter the odds. Taking a deep breath and thinking back to Shota's words about the unfairness of the world, Izuku made his choice.

He took a step forward, closed his eyes for a moment, and concentrated all of One For All into his fingertips. He couldn't afford to hold back.

With a powerful grunt, he released the ball with all his might. The force behind the throw was explosive, sending the ball rocketing through the air. The distance it covered was staggering, and a collective gasp from his classmates echoed through the air as they watched in awe.

The ball soared far past any of their expectations, landing far beyond the 700-meter mark—well into the distance.

Izuku stood panting, his body still vibrating from the power he had just unleashed. His classmates were stunned into silence, but their expressions quickly shifted to admiration. Even All Might, who had been watching from the sidelines, gave an approving nod, clearly impressed by the boy's determination.

Shota raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharpening with respect. "Well," he muttered, though his tone was still stern, "you've earned your place here."

Izuku, still catching his breath, couldn't believe it. His choice had paid off. He had made it.

Y/n's smile widened as she clapped her hands together, clearly pleased with Izuku's throw. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when Katsuki's rage exploded. His face twisted in fury, his fists clenched tight as he stormed towards Izuku.

Izuku stood frozen, unsure how to react to Katsuki's sudden outburst. Katsuki was enraged not just by Izuku's new abilities but also by the thought that Izuku had been hiding something all these years. "What the hell is this, Deku?" he snarled. "You've been lying to us all this time?! What's your deal with this damn Quirk of yours?"

Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki lunged forward, fists raised in fury. But before he could reach Izuku, a sharp snap filled the air as Shota's capture weapon shot out, ensnaring Katsuki's limbs and yanking him to a stop.

Shota's voice was cold but firm as he looked down at the struggling Katsuki. "Don't make me use my Quirk too much, Bakugo," he warned, his tone stern. "It causes dry eyes." The class was momentarily stunned into silence, unsure whether to laugh or stay quiet, but Shota didn't seem to care. He was more focused on bringing the test to an end.

"Now, enough distractions," he said, releasing Katsuki from the capture weapon, though the tension in the air was palpable. "Time for the results."

Izuku's heart sank as Shota read out the test scores. When it was his turn, Shota announced, "Midoriya, you placed last." Izuku's face fell, his worst fear creeping up on him. Despite all his hard work, he thought he might still be expelled. His hands trembled, but before he could say anything, Shota added, "But that rule was just a ruse—to bring out the best in you all. You've passed."

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the class, and the students relaxed, grateful to be staying at U.A.

However, it wasn't over yet. Shota continued with the rankings, and when it came to Y/n, she was announced as the top scorer.

She stood tall, looking at the class with a calm, measured smile. But it didn't take long for Bakugo to react. His face twisted in annoyance as he glared at her. "How the hell did you get placed first?" he snapped, fists still clenched. "You barely even used your Quirk!"

Y/n's smile never faltered, though she gave him a look of quiet amusement. "Maybe I just don't need to show off as much as you, Bakugo." She shrugged casually, her tail flicking in a light motion behind her. "I just did what I needed to do. Simple as that."

Bakugo scowled, his pride taking a hit, but he said nothing more, his glare lingering on Y/n. She knew she'd made a mark, and as the class settled into their next task, she felt the eyes of her classmates on her, most of them impressed—even if Bakugo refused to admit it.

As the class was dismissed, Shota gestured for Izuku to head toward Recovery Girl for treatment. Izuku, still exhausted from the Quirk Apprehension Test, winced as he walked away, holding his hand carefully. But just before Y/n could follow him, she was stopped by Shota's voice.

"You did good," he said simply, his tone almost uncharacteristically soft.

Y/n smiled, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and pride. "Thank you, sir," she replied with a slight bow.

Shota shook his head, his usual stern expression returning. "Don't call me that. You're the authority here if anything." He seemed slightly embarrassed by her polite formality, but it didn't stop him from speaking his mind.

Y/n shrugged, unbothered by his correction. Then, with a playful smirk, she leaned in just a bit closer, locking eyes with him. "Here at your school, Shota, I'm your equal. Got it?"

A faint blush crept onto Shota's cheeks as he nodded slowly, trying to maintain his usual stoic demeanor, but it was clear Y/n's presence had affected him.

Y/n chuckled softly to herself, pleased with the reaction, before she turned and started to head off in the direction of Izuku. But then, she stopped when she spotted All Might, leaning casually against a wall nearby, watching the scene unfold.

"Ah, you were eavesdropping on us, huh?" Y/n called out with a teasing grin, crossing her arms.

All Might's eyes widened, clearly surprised to be caught. "Hah, young Y/n!" he exclaimed, his voice as cheerful as ever, despite being caught. "You got me!"

Y/n laughed, the sound ringing out like a bell, before she gave him a casual wave. "I'll let you off easy this time, All Might."

She turned back towards the hallway, leaving All Might to chuckle to himself as he stood in the shadows, clearly pleased to have witnessed the interaction.

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Recovery Girl carefully healed Izuku's finger, her gentle touch easing the pain. However, the healing process came at a cost—Izuku's stamina was drained, leaving him exhausted and a little groggy. As he sat there on the examination bed, Y/n entered the room, her usual confident stride matched by the large bag slung over her shoulder. She glanced at Izuku with a grin, holding out his bag alongside hers.

"Hey, I thought we could go home together," Y/n said casually, her tone light but warm.

Izuku blinked in surprise, then blushed, a shy smile forming on his face. "Yeah, sure," he replied, a little hesitant but happy at the thought of having company on the way home. He'd gotten used to Y/n's presence and appreciated her support.

As they began to walk toward the door, Recovery Girl, who had been observing the exchange with a keen eye, turned to Y/n and smiled warmly. "I don't think I've seen you around before, miss," the elderly woman said with a knowing smile. "I'm Recovery Girl, this school's nurse."

Y/n paused, surprised but impressed by the woman's cheerful demeanor. She dipped her head respectfully. "I'm Y/N L/N," she said, offering a polite smile. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Recovery Girl's smile grew even wider, clearly pleased by the polite introduction. "A pleasure to meet you, dear," she said warmly. "I hope to see more of you around here."

Y/n nodded, her tail swishing behind her as she turned to Izuku, ready to leave. But before they could exit, she glanced back at the nurse one last time. "Thanks for taking care of him," she said with a smile, before heading out the door, Izuku following closely behind.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/n and Izuku continued to chat, both of them feeling a little more at ease despite the intense day they'd had. It seemed like their journey at U.A. had only just begun.

As they exited the school grounds, Izuku glanced over at Y/n, his curiosity piqued. "Where do you live, by the way?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but his tone betrayed his interest.

Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, giving him a small smile. "A bit of everywhere," she said cryptically.

Izuku frowned, trying to piece together what she meant. "You... don't live in a house?" he asked, a little confused.

Y/n shook her head, her expression calm yet mysterious. "No, I live there," she replied, a subtle hint of something unspoken in her voice.

Izuku blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond to that. Y/n seemed to notice his confusion and offered him a reassuring smile before gently placing a talon on his shoulder. "Don't worry too much about me," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with a touch of warmth.

Izuku couldn't help but feel a little comforted by her words, but something about the way she carried herself made him realize that Y/n wasn't someone to be easily understood.

As the sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, Y/n spread her stunning ruby-red wings, their gleaming feathers catching the light in a way that made her appear almost otherworldly. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said, her voice light and gentle.

With a graceful flick of her wings, she took off, soaring into the sky with effortless elegance, leaving Izuku standing there, watching her with wide eyes. His heart squeezed in his chest, a strange feeling settling in his chest as he realized just how much he was drawn to her.

As Y/n disappeared into the distance, Izuku stood frozen for a moment, the image of her wings still lingering in his mind. The day had been a whirlwind of new experiences, but one thing was for sure—he couldn't stop thinking about her.