The atmosphere in the teachers' lounge is thick with tension as all eyes remain glued to the screen displaying the entrance exam. The camera follows your every move as you effortlessly dismantle robot after robot, your movements precise, almost elegant. There's no wasted energy, no hesitation. Each attack you unleash is calculated and devastating, as if you're toying with the machines rather than fighting them. The sheer efficiency of it leaves the room in stunned silence.

Midnight, her arms crossed and her expression one of admiration, breaks the silence. Her cheeks are lightly flushed, and her voice betrays a mixture of awe and something more. "She's—she's hot when she's like this," she stammers, clearly unprepared for the impression you've made. Her gaze lingers on the screen, captivated by your presence.

All Might, seated nearby, coughs into his fist, a small droplet of blood staining his glove. He shifts awkwardly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "She is indeed impressive," he says, his tone carefully measured, though there's a faint edge of concern in his voice.

Meanwhile, Aizawa, the dark-haired teacher leaning lazily in his chair, stares at the screen with an intensity that belies his otherwise disinterested demeanor. His sharp eyes follow your every move, taking in not just your strength but the subtleties of your behavior. He finally speaks, his tone low and thoughtful. "She's powerful, but she's hiding something. I'm sure of it."

Present Mic, standing beside him, glances over with a curious expression. "What makes you say that, Shota?" he asks, pushing his orange-tinted sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

Aizawa doesn't immediately answer, instead pointing at the screen where you've just obliterated another wave of robots with a single purple energy blast. The camera captures your expression—cold, detached, and unreadable. "Look at her," Aizawa says finally, his voice steady. "She's apathetic, cold, and uncaring... or at least, that's what she wants us to think. But did you see how she looked at Midoriya earlier? It wasn't apathy. It was something else entirely."

Present Mic tilts his head, glancing back at the screen. "You think she cares about the kid?"

Aizawa nods, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Not just cares. It's like... he matters to her in a way that nothing else does. She's got walls up, but there's something behind them—something she's not showing us."

Midnight hums thoughtfully, her earlier blush still faintly visible. "She's an enigma, that's for sure. But that kind of strength and control—it's... alluring." She shrugs, her tone light but honest. "I'd love to see what she's really capable of."

All Might, still watching the screen, speaks up again, his tone serious. "Whatever her reasons for being here, she's clearly no ordinary person. Her power, her composure—it's not something you see in just anyone. And if she has a connection to young Midoriya... well, we'll have to keep an eye on her."

Aizawa nods in agreement. "She's stronger than we gave her credit for. But power like that... it doesn't come without a cost. We need to figure out what she's hiding, and why."

The teachers fall into a contemplative silence as the screen shifts to another section of the battlefield. But even as the other students fight their battles, their minds remain fixed on you. You've captured their attention, their curiosity—and perhaps even their unease.

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The battlefield falls silent, the rumbling of the defeated zero-pointer echoing off the faux city walls. Dust swirls in the air, mingling with the lingering tension of the exam. You brush dirt off your jacket, ignoring the stares of the other examinees who watch you with a mixture of awe and fear.

Izuku groans softly in your arms, his legs visibly battered from his reckless attempt to save you. His face is still flushed crimson, whether from pain or embarrassment, you can't tell. You glance down at him, your eyes softening slightly. "Izzy," you murmur, keeping your voice low so only he can hear, "you're braver than you think, but you need to stop worrying about me. I can handle myself."

His response is a weak, bashful chuckle. "Y-you always say that... but I... I can't help it," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you approach Uraraka, still trembling beneath the debris, you feel a pang of annoyance at the chaos caused by the zero-pointer. The panic, the fear—it all feels so... avoidable. Letting out a soft, resonant hum, you focus on the massive robot. The sound is otherworldly, almost hypnotic, and reverberates with a power that transcends the physical. The zero-pointer's singular, glowing eye flickers. It hesitates, tilts its head, then collapses with an unnatural creak, crumpling as though its very essence has been extinguished.

Izuku, still cradled in your arms, gasps softly. "Y/N... what was that? That sound...?"

You don't answer immediately, too focused on Uraraka, who is coughing weakly. With a subtle motion of your hand, you lift her gently from the rubble using telekinesis, setting her down next to Recovery Girl, the elderly woman now preparing to tend to her injuries. Uraraka tries to smile through the pain, her lips trembling. "T-thank you," she manages to croak out.

You dip your head slightly, acknowledging her gratitude but not lingering on it. "Rest now. You'll be fine," you say, your voice calm and measured.

Recovery Girl looks at you with a curious gaze, her expression warm despite the chaos. "Thank you, dearie," she says kindly. "You've done well. Go rest. Let me take it from here."

You nod again and gently place Izuku on a nearby stretcher, brushing dirt from his freckled cheek before stepping back. His eyes flutter closed, likely a mix of exhaustion and the lingering effects of your siren-like hum.

As you walk away, the murmurs from the crowd begin to rise.

"Who is she?"

"She took down the zero-pointer like it was nothing!"

"And that sound—did she control it?"

The whispers fade into the background as you stride toward the exam's exit, your head held high. Despite the stares, the awe, and the whispers of your immense power, you can't help but feel a strange pang in your chest as you glance back, just once, at the stretcher where Izuku lies.

"Izuku... you've got a fire in you," you whisper to yourself. "Don't let it burn out."