MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

Kuramoto Sayuri

MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

Warning: Cursing Words: 1,5k

Chapter 9

Miss Midnight announces the second event: Cavalry Battle! We have to form teams?!? I feel a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. What if no one picks me? Pushing the thought aside, I start looking around for potential teammates. As I scan the crowd, the purple-haired boy walks up to me, his expression unreadable. He says something, but I can’t make it out over the noise. I blink and lean in slightly.

“What?” I ask, my voice uncertain as I try to catch his words, and everything goes out of focusI feel myself moving, running, with something heavy on my shoulders. My body acts on its own, and I can’t figure out why. Suddenly, someone bumps into me, jolting me out of the haze. Blinking in confusion, I look around and realize I’m in a team. The purple-haired boy, whose name is apparently Shinso, as announced by Present Mic, is sitting on my shoulders. I glance around and see Ojiro and another boy from my class on the team as well, but they both have the same distant, glazed-over expression I must have had.

Before I can process it all, the Cavalry Battle ends, and somehow, we’ve taken third place. At least I won, I think, though a gnawing curiosity begins to form. What just happened? Could it have been Shinso’s quirk? Most likely.

Shinso climbs off our shoulders and walks away without a word. I turn to Ojiro, who looks thoroughly bewildered.

“Ojiro, were you also put into some sort of haze?” I ask, keeping my voice calm and polite.

“Yeah, how did you know?” he responds, looking more agitated by the second.

“I was under the same haze,” I explain, piecing it together. “I think it was that guy’s quirk. Some kind of mind-controlling ability.”

Ojiro’s expression twists into one of embarrassment. “God, I can’t believe the only reason I won was because of a mind-controlling quirk,” he mutters.

“Ojiro, don’t put yourself down like that,” I say firmly, trying to reassure him. “I’m sure even without being mind-controlled, the outcome would have been the same. You’re incredibly skilled at martial arts, and with your quirk, you could’ve won easily.”

“You really think so?” he asks, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Totally,” I reply with a big smile.

He gives me a small, grateful nod, and our conversation drifts to a close as lunchtime approaches. I head off with the girls, still mulling over what had just happened.

“I don’t even remember anything because I was under mind control,” I say, annoyance clear in my voice. “I think it was the quirk of that purple-haired boy, Shinso, the one who declared war on our class.”

“Oh, yeah. You were acting super weird during it. I was really surprised,” Mina says, her expression shifting as things seem to click into place.

As we keep talking, the girls brief me on what happened during the event. Before long, Mineta and Kaminari show up, grinning like they’re up to something.

“Hey, just so you know, Mr. Aizawa said all the girls are supposed to wear cheerleading uniforms for the next event,” Mineta announces smugly pointing at the cheerleaders.

Without hesitation, the girls nod, taking the statement at face value. Momo immediately starts using her quirk to create the uniforms.

I stand there, watching them, wondering how they don’t find the whole thing suspicious. But despite my doubts, I decide not to ruin the fun. If this is what they want to do, I’ll wear the uniform too. After all, this could end up being a funny memory we laugh about together in the future.

We head to the changing rooms to get dressed, and all I can think about is how short the skirt is. But, damn, it does a great job showing off my curves. As we finish and prepare to walk out, I already know the girls are going to be surprised—and definitely humiliated.

The moment we step onto the field, Present Mic’s voice booms over the speakers. “Get those foam fingers in the air. Its almost time for the last round! But before that, good news for everyone who didn´t make it to the finals. Since this is a sports festival, we’ve prepared some super fun side games everyone can participate in. We brought in cheerleaders from America to get your blood pumping. Hold on… Seems like Class 1-A is going full fan service!”

The reaction is immediate. Momo lets out a horrified scream, glaring daggers at Mineta and Kaminari. The rest of the girls look completely drained, like the life has been sucked out of them. Momo collapses to the ground, visibly distressed.

Ochako and I rush to her side, comforting her as best we can. Mina, however, steps forward with her usual optimism. “Come on, guys. Let’s just roll with it! If we’re already out here, we might as well cheer!”

Reluctantly(happily), (I)we all agree, deciding to make the best of an embarrassing situation.

"Have fun competing in these little side games, everyone! After they're over, the 16 students from the top four teams will duke it out one-on-one in a tournament-style fighting competition! I promise you're not gonna wanna miss these epic matchups!" Present Mic announces, his voice full of energy.

"Oh yeah, finally getting the chance to show what we're made of! I watch these finals every year, and now I'm actually in them!" Kirishima says, grinning with excitement.

"So, wait. Is it always a tournament?" Mina asks curiously.

"The final is always a one-on-one competition, but they switch it up every time. Last year, it was a foam sword-fighting match," I inform, my voice tinged with excitement.

"Come closer and draw lots to see who you're up against. Then enjoy the pleasure of the recreational games before we start. The sixteen finalists have the option of participating in those activities or sitting out to prepare for battle. I'm sure you all want to conserve your stamina. I'll start with the first-place team," Midnight says, holding up a yellow box with the lots written on the side. She begins moving toward us.

"Um, excuse me," Ojiro interrupts, raising his hand. "Sorry, but I'm withdrawing."

"Ojiro, no way!" Izuku exclaims as the crowd gasps in shock.

"But this is a rare chance for you to get scouted," Iida points out, adjusting his glasses.

"It just wouldn't be right. I barely remember anything from the cavalry battle until the very end. I... I think it was that guy's quirk," Ojiro explains, glancing over at Shinso, who looks away with a frown. "I know this is a great opportunity. I wish I could take advantage of it, but my conscience won't let me."

"Think about this," Izuku pleads, his voice filled with concern.

"I have, okay? Everyone gave their all in round two, but I was just someone's puppet. No way. I don't want to advance if I don't even know how I got here. It wouldn't be fair," Ojiro insists firmly.

"You're making way too much of this! Just kill it in the finals and prove you should be here," I encourage, trying to cheer him up.

"Yeah, what she said! I didn’t do much in the battle either," Mina adds with a shrug.

"That's not it. I'm talking about my pride here. I refuse to give that up," Ojiro says, covering his face in frustration. Then, as if suddenly noticing something, he asks, "Also, why are all the girls dressed like cheerleaders?"

"Listen to this guy! He's so manly!" Kirishima exclaims, practically sobbing with admiration.

"Well, now. Here's another weird turn of events," Present Mic comments with dramatic flair.

"We'll have to see what Midnight has to say about all this. She's the one in charge," Aizawa remarks dryly.

"This sort of talk is incredibly naïve, my boy. That turns me on! Ojiro, you're withdrawn!" Midnight declares, her voice playful and full of energy.

"Did she say it turns her on?" everyone asks in unison, their voices a mix of disbelief and embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I'll win it for you," Aoyama says confidently, placing a hand on Ojiro's shoulder with a sparkling smile.

"Now let's see. We'll need to move up a student from the fifth-place cavalry team so we have enough contestants," Midnight announces, her voice decisive.

"We were frozen most of the time. Honestly, we barely did anything in the cavalry battle. Isn't that right, girls?" Kendo from Class 1-B says, glancing at her teammates, who nod in agreement. "You should pick someone from the group that kept fighting the whole time—Team Tetsutetsu."

"Kendo!" Tetsutetsu interrupts, looking both surprised and touched.

"I'm not doing this as a Favor. It's just fair," Kendo replies with a casual shrug.

"Seriously, you guys! Thank you!" Tetsutetsu shouts, his gratitude overflowing as he steps forward after a brief discussion.

"And so, Tetsutetsu advances to the finals! Take a look at the bracket, my dears—these are your opponents!" Midnight announces with a dramatic flourish, gesturing toward the displayed matchups.

I look at matchups and see that I´m fighting Kaminari.

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Chapter 4

The day goes by pretty normally: English with Present Mic, math with Ectoplasm, and literature with Cementoss. Now, it’s finally time for lunch, and I’m with Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Mina. We all stand in line, chatting. “I still can’t believe Lunch Rush is the school chef,” Jirou says, shaking her head. “I know, right!?” Mina exclaims, practically bouncing with excitement as she gestures wildly.

“Well, having top heroes as our teachers does suit U.A. perfectly,” Yaoyorozu adds calmly as we move closer to the front of the line.

I smile, thinking back on my first impression of Yaoyorozu. At first, I thought she was just a typical, stuck-up rich girl, but she’s actually really sweet and caring. In fact, she’s kind of like the mom of our group.

We grab our food and find a table to sit at. As soon as we settle in, we pick up our conversation right where we left off.

“I can’t wait to meet All Might,” I say, smiling. “He was one of my favourite heroes growing up. “

That sets us off, and soon we’re all excitedly sharing stories and gushing about our favourite heroes from childhood. Soon lunch ends and we go to class. Now we have basic hero training.

"I am... coming through the door like a hero!" All Might announces grandly, and everyone in the room sounds super impressed. I must admit, I’m just as excited as everyone else seeing him in person feels surreal. But when I take a closer look at All Might and examine his genetic material, I notice something strange—his quirk genes are identical to Midoriya's. Could they be father and son? No, stop thinking about it. He also appears to be injured.

"So, he is a teacher here, this year is going to be totally awesome!" Kirishima holds up a fist excitedly.

"Hey, look. Is he wearing his Silver Age costume?" Tsuyu askes looking at the costume as he marches in.

"I'm getting goosebumps, it's so retro." Ojiro voices.

"Welcome to the most important class at U.A. High. Think of it as "Hero-ing 101." Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro. And what it means to fight in the name of good! Let's get into it. Today's lesson will pull no punches!" All Might announces showing a card with battle written on it.

"Fight in the name of good." I wonder if All Might truly believes in the concept of good and evil. The idea that good and evil exist feels like a delusion to me. Not everything is simply black and white. How would one even define what is truly good or evil? At what point does a good deed cross the line into something harmful? I wish I could ask him these questions, but I don't want to come off as a troublemaker or make him dislike me. I think for a long while, lost in my thoughts, but Bakugo’s voice suddenly snaps me out of it.

“Fight Training!" Bakugo enthused.

"Real combat?" Izuku askes surprised.

"But one of the keys of being a hero is... Looking good! These were designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started." All Might announces as the panels in the wall pull out revealing numbered cases. "Get yourself suited up and then meet me at Training Ground Beta!"

We all head to the locker rooms to change. The girls' locker room is filled with chatter and excitement. As we step out onto the training grounds, we hear All Might's voice.

"They say that clothes make the Pros, you ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart, from now on you are all... Heroes in training! This is getting me all ramped up. You look so cool! Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?"

The clothing allowance. Before we enrolled in U.A. we submitted our Quirk registration forms, which included physical measurements and any desired costume designs to an exclusive clothing company designated by the school. With all that info, they created state-of-the-art costumes for us.

This is My Suit:

I walk over to Midoriya. “Hey, your costume is a tribute to All Might, right? You look like a super cute bunny in it,” I say, and he starts to blush, quickly denying that he looks cute.

“It is a tribute to All Might and I—” He’s cut off by Bakugo.

“Hey nerd, you better pray that they don´t make us fight against each other,” Bakugo says as he walks off.

“What is his problem?!” I ask, furious on Midoriya’s behalf and ready to confront Bakugo.

“He’s always been like that since we were kids. Please don’t start a fight because of his comments,” Midoriya says timidly.

“Wait, you guys were childhood friends? And even if he was, that doesn’t mean he gets to treat you like that!” I yell, then realize I’ve raised my voice and quickly apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. Sometimes I get really opinionated and speak without thinking. I’m trying to work on that, and anyway, it’s none of my business.”

“No, you have it all wrong. Thank you for being angry for me. Besides, trying to get justice for people is what a hero does,” he says with an adorable smile. “And I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your quirk?”

“Oh, my quirk is Subatomic Manipulation. It allows me to sense and alter matter and energy at the sub-atomic level, but it drains the fat and nutrients in my body,” I explain.

He starts scribbling in his notebook, muttering about the potential of my quirk. “What have you got there?” I ask, curious.

“Oh, it’s my hero analysis notebook,” he replies, showing me the notes he’s taken about our classmates. We chat a little longer before I leave.

"Whoa, your costume is super cute!" Mina says, adjusting her own suit.

"Thanks! Yours is great too—it has a retro vibe," I reply, turning to face All Might.

"Sir," Iida raises his hand in his hero suit, which completely covers him, "this is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean we’ll be conducting urban battles again?" he asks.

"Not quite." All Might holds up two fingers like he's making a peace sign. "I’m moving you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news happen outside, but statistically, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers actually happen indoors. Think about it: backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly cunning criminals hide in the shadows. For this exercise, you’ll be split into teams of heroes and villains."

"Isn't this a bit advanced?" Tsuyu asks.

"The best training happens on the battlefield! But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You’re dealing with actual people now," All Might points out.

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?" Momo Yaoyorozu asks.

"How much can we hurt the other team?" Bakugo demands.

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled, like earlier?" Uraraka asks nervously.

"Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?" Iida suggests.

"Isn't this cape très chic?" Yuga Aoyama comments.

"I wasn't finished talking!" All Might interrupts, though I think they’re all fair questions. I’m starting to notice our class doesn’t have much regard for raising hands or waiting to speak.

"Listen up," All Might continues, "The situation is this: The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either must catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Time is limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots!" All Might holds up a box.

"Isn't there a better way?" Iida questions.

"Think about it! Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here," Izuku suggests.

"Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events. Excuse my rudeness." Iida bows, and All Might turns away from us.

"No sweat. Let's draw!" All Might says. I draw “I”team and see that I’ll be teaming up with Mashiro Ojiro, whose Quirk is his impressive tail.

"I declare that the first teams to fight will be..." All Might begins as he reaches into two boxes—one marked "Villains" and the other "Heroes"—and pulls out names. "These guys!" he announces. "Team D for villains: Bakugo and Iida, versus Team A: Uraraka and Midoriya as the heroes. Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch," All Might instructs.

"Yes, sir!" We all respond in unison. It´s little moments like these that make feel like I´m truly a part of this class. I watch the monitors as the battle begins, squeezing my hands together as Bakugo attacks, coming out of nowhere. Midoriya dodges, his mask shattering as he tackles Uraraka out of the way of the attack.

"He almost got the jump on them," Mineta remarks.

"A sneak attack, Bakugo? What kind of man pulls cheap moves like that?" Kirishima complains, clenching his fist and punching his other hand. “There is nothing as dishonourable in a real fight.” I tell Kirishima.

"It's a smart strategy. He’s playing the part, acting like a true villain," All Might suggests.

"It didn’t work! Midoriya dodged him!" Mina cheers.

"Look, there he goes!" Denki points out as Bakugo charges at Midoriya. Bakugo yells, swinging his right arm, but Midoriya rushes in and grabs it. Uraraka cheers as Midoriya flips Bakugo over his shoulder, slamming him onto his back. I watch in awe, amazed at the display.

"Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to? I can’t hear anything. Can we get some sound on this video?" Kirishima asks.

"He’s got a radio in his ear so he can communicate with his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this." All Might explains, pulling out a roll of tape. "A roll of capture tape! And now they’re out for the rest of the game."

"So, there’s a 15-minute time limit, and the good guys have no idea which floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?" Mina adds.

"Correct!" All Might agrees.

"Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one!" Mina points out.

"Real pros have to outwit villains on a daily basis. That’s life. Even when the odds aren’t in our favour, we fight! All together!" All Might exclaims, raising his hand.

"Let’s hear a Plus Ultra!" we all shout.

"Monsieur, he's on the move," Aoyama points out, watching the screens as Bakugo charges at Midoriya again. Uraraka is likely off to find Iida while Midoriya uses the capture tape to catch one of Bakugo's wrists. Bakugo turns and tries to kick at Midoriya midair with an explosion, but Izuku dodges once more.

"The little guy's really good!" Sato says, clenching his fist.

"He's holding his own, and he hasn’t even used his quirk yet!" Sero adds. "Probably because he breaks his bones every time, he uses it," I reply.

“It can’t last. Even if Izuku uses his knowledge of Bakugo´s moves to predict what he’ll do, Bakugo´s already adapting to that knowledge. He may seem impulsive, but that’s because he thinks so quickly. The second he breaks from his pattern, Midoriya won’t be able to react fast enough in close quarters to avoid the explosions. He’ll seek distance,” I say, and as I do, Midoriya turns and starts to run. For once me being nosy and liking watching people has come in handy.

“That guy has some real anger issues. Kinda scary,” Kaminari voices.

"I said Midoriya would seek distance, but I never said distance would work." I warn, and as Midoriya steps out, everyone turns back to the screens. We watch as Bakugo lifts his arm, pulling back on the trigger, revealing a pin.

"Young Bakugo! Don't do it! You'll kill him!" All Might yells, but Bakugo ignores him that little shit, pulling the pin. The explosion erupts, destroying the hall and shaking the entire exterior of the building, even rattling the viewing room where we’re watching.

"Whoa, this is nuts," Kirishima says, clearly amazed.

"Come on, come on, Midoriya!" All Might calls out.

"How the hell did he do that?" Mina asks, her voice filled with confusion.

"Nitro-glycerine. Bakugo sweats it, and the gauntlets are designed to store his sweat. His quirk sparks the sweat, so the more nitro sweat he has, the bigger the explosion," I explain.

Everyone looks at me strangely, so I quickly continue my analysis. "Midoriya showed me his hero analysis notebook. There were several pages with information about Bakugo and his quirk. And his costume has gauntlets on his arms. At first, it seems like a stylistic choice, but he doesn’t seem like the type if you look closer, you can see some that it is kind of storing device. This is how I came to my conclusion."

Wow, when I say it out loud, I sound so smart. But this was just a lucky guess. I really hope they don’t think I’m some kind of genius and start asking me questions. I can’t handle these kinds of expectations. “How Smart,” Yayorozu Complements.

"Sir, isn't this getting out of hand? Bakugo is acting insane! He's going to kill him!" Kirishima voices, worried.

"Bakugo, use that stored-up power again, and I’ll stop this fight. Your team will lose," All Might warns. "To use such a powerful attack indoors is risking the destruction of the very stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s poor strategy, whether you’re a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points."

Bakugo screams, flying at Midoriya. Midoriya closes his eyes, bracing for the impact, but then Bakugo suddenly faints, changing trajectory midair. He flies over Midoriya, blasting him in the back with an explosion.

"What was that move?" Kirishima asks, confused.

"He doesn't seem like the type to strategize, but he's actually quite intelligent," Todoroki says calmly.

"What do you mean?" Kirishima responds, still puzzled.

"He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smokescreen. Very clever," Todoroki explains.

"A feint like that requires extreme precision. He had to calculate the physics and show control over his Quirk," Yayorozu adds. So, he really is smart after all.

"Ugh, Bakugo is so talented. I hate it," Kaminari complains as Bakugo punches Midoriya in the back, then grabs his arm, throwing him over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground, just like Izuku did to him earlier.

"This is hard to watch. All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not beat him to a pulp," Mina complains.

"Bakugo’s definitely acting more like a villain," Tokoyami suggests. "I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched when it comes to combat power. Not to mention, Bakugo seems like a natural at all this," Kaminari voices, and I frown as Midoriya gets up and crawls—then runs toward the wall.

"He’s running away," Mina voices, shocked.

"Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice. He’s outgunned. Unless he’s got some kind of plan. It’s possible..." Kirishima suggests. Bakugo keeps marching toward him, and then Midoriya suddenly runs at Bakugo, his arm glowing.

"They're gonna kill each other, sir!" Kirishima yells.

"Both of you, stop!" All Might calls into the mic. Midoriya´s hand changes direction mid-air, punching upward just as Bakugo blasts him. The force of the explosion shatters the building, sending shockwaves through the entire structure. In the chaos, Uraraka uses the blast to propel debris at Ida, quickly reaching the weapon and touching it. The timer hits zero, and we all stare in shock.

“You did it. The hero Team wins!” All Might announces. Damm that was Intense.

"Your indoor combat training is over! The Hero Team wins!" All Might cheers.

"What a weird way for this to end. The losers are practically untouched, and the winners are both on the ground," Kaminari points out.

"How does the old saying go? They may have lost the battle, but they won the war," Tokoyami quotes.

"This class is intense," Tsuyu adds.

"Well, despite the results, the MVP of this exercise is young Iida," All Might suggests.

"Uh, that's weird," Kaminari complains.

"Shouldn't it be one of the heroes instead, since they’re the winners?" Tsuyu points out.

"Mm! Valid question. Why didn’t I choose one of those two?" All Might asks, raising his hand.

"Sir! I can tell you why! Iida embraced this challenge. He was the only one who truly adapted to his assigned role one who truly a Momo informed raising her hand, "I'll explain. Bakugo's judgment was clouded by a personal grudge against Midoriya. As you pointed out earlier, launching a large-scale attack indoors was a foolish move. It could have been disastrous Similarly, Midoriya's plan was also poorly thought out, considering the amount of damage that he received, he rendered himself helpless. Not smart. As for Uraraka... She let her guard down mid-battle, and her final attack was much too reckless given the hypothetical stakes. If she'd treated the fake as though it were real, she never would've risked using such an imprecise move. Iida was fully prepared for his s opponent's arrival. arrival He had a strategy and never lost s sight of his mission to protect the dummy weapon, even if he was foiled in the end. Technically, the hero team won, yes, but they took advantage of the fact that this was training, they didn't respect the spirit of the trail." Momo explained and then looked at All Might.

"Yes, well, you missed a few things. Young Iida could have relaxed a bit more during the exercise, but other than that, you nailed it!" All Might says, giving her a thumbs up.

"One should always start with the basics and devote themselves wholeheartedly to learning. That's the only real way to become a top hero," Yaoyorozu explains.

"Now, then. Time to move on. Let's get to the next match! Think about everything we saw and discussed as you approach this training for yourselves," All Might orders.

"Yes, sir!" we all respond in unison.

After the first match ended, it was now my teams turn.

"Match two! Team B will be our heroes, and Team I will be the villains!" All Might announces as we stretch.

"Ojiro, your tail's pretty strong, right? you could use it to attack and block any heroes from reaching the weapon," I suggest.

"Yeah, sounds good," Ojiro agrees.

"So, what’s your quirk? Ojiro asks.

"it is called subatomic manipulation. I can pretty much bend Matter to my will.," I reply.

"Look alive, kids! Show us you're the embodiment of good... or evil! Let’s go!" All Might cheers.

"It kinda feels like even our teacher is rooting for the other team," I complain to Ojiro.

"Well, everyone wants good to prevail," Ojiro shrugs.

"Not today, we don’t. Let’s crush them," I encourage, a determined smile on my face.

Before we can react, the ground suddenly freezes, trapping our feet in place.

"Ojiro!" I shout.

"My feet are stuck," Ojiro informs me, struggling against the ice.

"This quirk is insane," he mutters, glancing around, trying to figure out how to break free.

"Don't worry, I’ll unfreeze you," I say, focusing as I activate my quirk, turning the ice beneath us into water. Slowly, the ice melts, freeing our feet.

"Whoa, your quirk is amazing!" Ojiro exclaims, impressed.

I smile, but just as I do, I hear footsteps approaching and I make a shield around the weapon.

"I didn't expect you two to break free so quickly," a voice say. “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll still beat you." Todoroki comes into view. God he is so good looking.

“Cocky, much?” I mutter under my breath. Ok just remember the plan.

Flashback:

“Both our quirks can be used in offense and defence”. Ojiro says

“It would be best if I made a shield around the weapon and we both attack.” I say deeply in thought.

“Why not just make a wall so no can come inside?” Ojiro questioned.

“The shields I make are not indestructible they will eventually break especially if shoji and Todoroki attack at once.”

“Oh yeah, we have to account for our enemy’s strength. Shoji would be the scout because he can make more ears on his arms.”

“And Todoroki would probably attack. I can melt his ice”

End of Flashback

"Wait, where's Shoji?" I ask, firing a ball of energy at Todoroki. He responds quickly, creating a wall of ice to block my attack.

"I don't know. Maybe they're planning a sneak attack," Ojiro says, scanning the area.

I focus, melting Todoroki's ice wall with ease, while Ojiro lashes out with his tail. Todoroki dodges, then freezes Ojiro’s tail mid-swing.

"Ah!" Ojiro yelps as he crashes to the ground, his tail stiff with ice.

"Hang on, I’ve got this!" I say, forming a quick shield around Todoroki, trapping him in place. I immediately focus and melt the ice around Ojiro’s tail, freeing him.

But Todoroki, ever resourceful, breaks through the shield with a series of powerful strikes. Just as he does, Shoji rushes in, appearing from out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" Todoroki asks, surprised.

"You were taking too long, so I thought I'd lend a hand," Shoji replies calmly.

Ojiro and I launch our attack, but Todoroki and Shoji dodge easily, and I accidentally get too close to Shoji. He seizes the chance, landing a punch that sends me stumbling back. “Shit!” I yell as I hit the ground. Meanwhile, Todoroki and Shoji double up on Ojiro—Todoroki freezes his feet again while Shoji throws another punch. I scramble to my feet and quickly blast both Shoji and Todoroki, creating just enough space to unfreeze Ojiro.

Seizing the opportunity, Ojiro and I coordinate our moves, launching an attack together. Todoroki quickly creates another ice wall to separate us, but I melt it with a wave of my hand. I trap him again with Todoroki temporarily blocked, Ojiro and I trap Shoji with the capture tape, securing him.

As the timer hits zero, I hear the announcement ring out, confirming our victory.

“We did it,” Ojiro grins, relieved.

After classes end, we all start cleaning up, and Midoriya finally comes back from the infirmary. Everyone rushes over to him, eager to talk, but he gets overwhelmed and quickly asks about Bakugo before leaving. I wait for about 20 minutes before heading out with Mina and Jirou. We decide to go home together, chatting along the way

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Chapter 7

I sit in a white room, the walls stretching endlessly, silent and sterile. I'm seated in a simple chair, staring into nothingness.

“Were you trying to die being so reckless?” a mysterious voice questions, cutting through the silence.

“I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to live. I’m afraid to die,” I reply, my tone apathetic, my gaze unmoving.

“So, you want to die, huh? Tell me, Sayuri, why is it that you want to die?” the voice presses.

I offer a small, empty smile. “Let’s turn that question around. Is there any value to this thing we call living?”

The voice suddenly shifts behind me. “Death is the point of living.”

I twist around, startled, and see... myself. “You look just like me,” I say, my voice tinged with agitation.

“Of course I do. I’m your subconscious. A figment of your imagination,” my doppelgänger replies calmly. “I think it’s time we wake up.”

As the words settle in the air, my vision blurs. My eyes flutter open, and I find myself in a hospital room. The sterile smell and soft hum of machines confirm my reality.

Apparently, I’ve been out for a few hours. As soon as my grandmother hears that I’m awake, she rushes into the room.

“Oh my god, I was so worried,” my grandmother—Kurata Minori, my mother’s mother—says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, I just passed out due to low nutrition,” I reply with a reassuring smile, gently placing my hand on her cheek.

After a long conversation with her, I’m finally cleared to leave. Before I’m discharged, though, the police arrive to question me.

“Relax, we’re just here to ask a few questions about what happened at the USJ,” the police officer reassures me.

I give them a brief recap of the events and then head home. Once I’m there, my grandmother informs me that we’ve been given a day off from school because of the incident.

After I get home, I check my phone and see a bunch of text messages from my friends. Smiling, I quickly start texting them back. A while ago the girls and I made a group chat named “Sun and Moon”.

Sun and Moon Group Chat:

Mina: "Hey, are you okay? You passed out at the USJ."

Kiyoka: "Sorry we couldn’t visit you in the hospital."

Ochaco: "Yeah, we were all still in shock from the attack."

Momo: "I sincerely apologize for not checking on you after everything that happened with the villains."

Sayuri: "Don’t worry, guys. I’m fine. I just passed out for a few hours because of low nutrition. It’s really okay that you didn’t visit me in the hospital."

Mina: "No offense, but seriously, you're so lucky! After you passed out, Todoroki carried you out!"

Sayuri: "Wait, really? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I was carried by Shoto Todoroki—the most handsome guy in our class!"

I spent my free day relaxing and eating.

"Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!" Iida yells, running up to the podium at the front of the class, arms spread wide for emphasis.

"Uh, we're all already sitting," Kirishima points out, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you're the only one standing," Sero agrees, looking amused.

"We were quiet too—until you barged in," I add with a smirk as Iida deflates and sits down at his desk. Don’t get me wrong—I like Iida, I really do, but sometimes he’s so over the top.

"Dang it!" Iida groans, clearly frustrated with himself.

"Don't sweat it," Uraraka says kindly from behind him.

"Hey, Tsu?" Mina leans back in her chair, nearly tipping over, but Tsu quickly catches it and steadies her.

"So, who do you think's gonna teach class today?" Mina asks casually.

"No clue. Mr. Aizawa’s still in the hospital recovering from his injuries," Tsu points out, her tone as steady as ever.

"I hope it’s Miss Midnight," I say, blushing slightly. "She’s so beautiful."

"Morning, class," a familiar voice says, cutting through the chatter.

We all turn in shock to see Mr. Aizawa standing at the classroom door, arms in slings and bandages covering most of his body.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are you doing here?" we all yell in unison, completely stunned.

"Whoa! What a pro," Kaminari says, clearly impressed.

"Mr. Aizawa, I’m so glad to see you’re okay," Iida says earnestly as Mr. Aizawa slowly makes his way to the podium.

"You call that okay?" Uraraka asks, her voice full of concern.

"My well-being is irrelevant. What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet," Aizawa informs us, his tone as direct as ever.

"Our fight?" Bakugo repeats, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't tell me," Midoriya says, looking genuinely worried.

"Not more bad guys!" Mineta begs, already sweating bullets. Of course, it’s obvious there won’t be more villains—UA wouldn’t deliberately put us in danger. They care too much about their reputation.

"The U.A. Sports Festival is about to start," Mr. Aizawa announces matter-of-factly.

"Yes!" Kirishima cheers, pumping his fist in excitement.

"Ugh! Why would you scare us like that?" we all yell, collectively exasperated.

"The Sports Festival!"

"Let’s go kick some ass!" Kirishima encourages with a grin.

"Wait a second!" Kaminari interjects, lightly smacking Kirishima in the face to quiet him down.

"Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?" Jiro questions, her voice laced with doubt.

"They could attack once we’re all in the same place," Ojiro points out, frowning thoughtfully.

"Apparently, the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and that our school is safer than ever. Plus, they're beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at U.A. It's not something we can cancel because of a few villains," Aizawa explains, his tone unyielding.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but why not? It's just a sports festival!" Mineta protests, his terror from the attack still evident in his voice.

"Huh? Mineta, don’t you know how important this competition is?" Midoriya asks, looking shocked by his classmate's question.

"Of course I do! I just don’t wanna get murdered," Mineta admits, his anxieties spilling out. Honestly, he’s got a point.

"Our sports festival is one of the most-watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic Games, but then Quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone who cares about competition, there’s only one tournament that matters: the U.A. Sports Festival," Aizawa announces, his voice firm and matter-of-fact.

"That’s right! And the top heroes everywhere will be watching. This is where you get scouted," Yaoyorozu encourages, her confidence shining through.

"Sure, unless you’re dead," Mineta mutters, his worry still palpable.

"She’s right. After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick," Kaminari adds, holding up a thumbs-up in optimism.

"Yeah, but that’s as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that’s probably where you’re headed. You’re kinda dumb," Jiro says, completely crushing Kaminari’s dreams without a second thought.

"Yeah, but that’s as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that’s probably where you’re headed. You’re kinda dumb," Jiro says, completely crushing Kaminari’s dreams without a second thought.

"It’s true that joining a famous hero agency can give you greater experience and popularity. That’s why the festival matters. If you want to go pro one day, then this event could open the path for you. One chance a year. Three chances in a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training," Mr. Aizawa warns, his tone firm.

"Yes, sir!" the entire class responds in unison.

"Class is dismissed," Mr. Aizawa says before leaving the room.

"That villain stuff sucked, sure, but I’m pumped for these games!" Kirishima shouts enthusiastically as the bell rings.

"If we put on a good show, we’re basically on the road to being pros!" Sero adds, his optimism infectious.

"Yeah, this is why I’m even here in the first place," Sato says, his voice filled with excitement.

"We get so few chances. We have to make the most of this," Tokoyami points out with his usual calm demeanour.

"I’m getting really nervous about the games. There’s no doubt we’ll be competing against everyone else during the games, and I’m terrible at close combat and physically weak. If someone hits me once, I go down in an instant," I complain, my voice tinged with anxiety.

"Well, you could always work more on close combat and making shields," Midoriya suggests thoughtfully.

"I guess you’re right," I reply, putting my hand on my chin as I fall deep in thought about the similarity between the Nomu and Midoriya. I should talk to him about it. Before I can dwell too long, someone’s voice snaps me out of it.

"My, what’s a boy to do? I stand out even when I’m standing still. That means the scouts won’t be able to take their eyes off me! Don’t you agree?" Aoyama says, leaning uncomfortably close to Koda. Koda nods vigorously, probably just to make him go away.

"Huh, you’re so lucky, Shoji. People are bound to notice your unique Quirk," Kaminari points out, his tone casual.

"Sure, but what matters is that I show them how useful I can be," Shoji replies calmly.

"No doubt you’ll make a scene, too," Jiro remarks to Kaminari, likely with her usual dry humour.

"This is gonna be nuts! Everyone’s so excited," Midoriya says, surprise evident on his face.

"Well, yeah, of course we are! We enrolled at this school with the sole aim of becoming heroes. So naturally, we’re all getting fired up," Iida says enthusiastically, wiggling in excitement.

"Wow, Iida. Those are some interesting moves. Ribbit," Tsu comments, holding her lunchbox and tilting her head slightly.

"You have to be excited, too, right, Midoriya?" Iida suggests, stepping closer to my brother.

"Well, yeah, of course, I am! And also... nervous," Midoriya admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"Deku! Iida! Let’s do our best in the sports festival," Uraraka encourages, her expression suddenly intense.

"Uraraka, what happened to your face?" Midoriya panics, leaning back slightly.

"Seriously, what’s up? You’re normally, like, the most laid-back girl ever," Ashido chimes in, appearing behind Iida and Midoriya.

"PMS?" Mineta dares to ask, and Tsu immediately slaps him with her tongue.

"Everyone! I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka shouts, her voice brimming with determination.

"Yeah!" Midoriya and Iida cheer in unison.

Uraraka then turns to the rest of us, her energy unwavering. "I said, I’m gonna do my best!" she yells again.

"Got it," Sero responds, raising his hand lazily but with a small grin.

"Seriously, what’s up? You’re normally, like, the most laid-back girl ever," Ashido questions, popping up behind Iida and Midoriya.

"PMS?" Mineta blurts out, only to be swiftly slapped by Tsu’s tongue.

"Everyone! I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka shouts, her voice echoing through the classroom.

"Yeah!" Midoriya and Iida cheer enthusiastically. Uraraka then turns to the rest of us, her energy still peaking.

"I said, I’m gonna do my best!" she yells again, her determination unwavering.

"Got it," Sero responds with a raised hand, his tone laid-back but amused.

"You, okay? Ya kinda look like you’re losing’ it," Kirishima asks, raising his fist in a supportive gesture.

"One more from my friends in the back! I say, I’m gonna do my best!" Uraraka yells even louder, her passion nearly shaking the room.

"Do you need to go see Recovery Girl or something? Did you hit your head? You’re acting like Bakugo," I say, my voice laced with concern as I tilt my head, studying her closely.

At lunch, Mina bounces in her seat, clearly full of energy. "Ochaco sure has been hanging out with Iida and Midoriya a lot," she observes.

"Yeah, but she usually eats lunch with them instead of us anyway, so what’s the big deal?" Kiyoka asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You think she likes one of them?" Mina teases, a huge grin on her face.

I nearly choke and spit out the water I’m drinking. "Sorry about that," I say, embarrassed.

"It’s fine, Sayuri," Momo assures me with a wave of her hand. "Even if she did like one of them, if she hasn’t told us, then it’s not really our business." She speaks with calm dignity.

We continue chatting, and the conversation shifts to the topic of privacy. Just as the discussion starts to get interesting, All Might bursts into the room.

"I AM HERE!" he declares loudly, making all of us jump and yell in surprise.

"All Might, you scared us!" I exclaim.

"Sorry about that," he says, scratching the back of his head. "But girls, do you mind if I borrow young Kuramoto for a moment?"

"Uh, sure. Go on, Sayuri," Kiyoka encourages me with a nod.

I stand up and follow All Might out of the cafeteria. "Sir, is this about me knowing about… your thing?" I ask discreetly, trying not to draw attention.

"Yes," he replies seriously as we walk down the hallway. "How much do you know?"

Before I can answer, I spot Midoriya waiting in the room we enter. "Midoriya?" I ask, surprised.

"Kuramoto-chan?" Midoriya echoes, equally startled.

"So, Midoriya knows about your injury. Well, I suppose that makes sense since you two are father and son," I remark casually, folding my arms.

"No, you’ve got the wrong idea!" they both say in unison, looking panicked.

I shake my head. "You guys have the same Quirk, and don’t lie to me—I can literally see your DNA. You also share similarities with Nomu Your Quirk is too much for your body. It feels… unnatural, like it was pushed into you. Either your father and son, or it was given to him, which shouldn’t be possible," I explain, my eyes narrowing.

All Might sighs heavily. "So, you know that much. I had hoped to keep this a secret," he admits.

"What do you mean by saying I share similarities with Nomu?" Midoriya asks, concern etched on his face.

"She means Nomu was given his Quirks, just like you," All Might explains as he gestures for me to sit beside Midoriya on the couch. "But Nomu was scientifically engineered with multiple Quirks to destroy me."

"What do you mean he was given his Quirk? That’s impossible," I say, leaning forward in shock.

"All Might?" Midoriya presses, his voice shaky.

"It’s fine. She already knows too much," All Might replies before explaining everything—how One for All is a Quirk that can be passed down from one person to another, how Midoriya became his successor due to his impending retirement, and the permanent damage he sustained in a past fight with a villain. He even tells me about his skinny form and how he can only use his powers for a short time now. "If you hadn’t healed me at the USJ, I would have been toast," he finishes.

"It’s a lot to take in," I admit, leaning back in my chair. "But I’m okay. I’m just surprised you told me all of this. I thought you’d try to lie about it."

"You figured out most of it already," All Might says with a wry smile. "Please, don’t tell anyone."

"I won’t," I promise. Then I turn to Midoriya with a reassuring smile. "If you ever need to talk, I’m here."

"Thank you," Midoriya says softly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "So you healed All Might at the USJ… is there any way you can fully heal him?"

I frown and look down. "No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m too weak. Manipulating organic matter takes an enormous amount of strength and control, and I still can’t do it well."

"It’s okay," Midoriya says, trying to reassure me, though the disappointment in his voice is evident.

The room falls silent until All Might shifts the conversation to the USJ incident, Midoriya’s full-strength punch against the Nomu, and the upcoming school festival. By the time lunch ends, the mood has lightened, and we part ways to head back to class.

After class ends. "Um, why the heck are you all here?" Uraraka yells, standing at the door where a large group of students blocks the doorway, gawking at us.

"Do you students have some business with our class?" Iida questions, stepping forward with a stern look.

"Why are you blocking our doorway? I won’t let you hold us hostage!" Mineta yells, his voice shaking slightly.

Bakugo stands, grabbing his bag. "They’re scouting out the competition, idiots. We’re the class that survived a real villain attack with their own eyes," he states bluntly, walking toward the door.

Mineta points to Bakugo, then looks at me for reassurance. I just smile, tilt my head, and casually put on my bag.

"Let’s just hope he doesn’t explode anybody," Midoriya whispers to Mineta as if trying to comfort him.

"At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras," Bakugo growls as he pushes his way through the crowd.

"You can’t call people extras just because you don’t know who they are," Iida protests, karate-chopping the air in frustration.

"So this is Class 1-A," a purple-haired boy says, stepping forward from the crowd. "I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional, or just you?"

"How sad to come here and find a bunch of egomaniacs. I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn’t cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they’ll have to transfer people out to make room. Scouting the competition. Maybe some of my peers are, but I’m here to say if you don’t bring your very best, I’ll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war," he declares, his voice steady but sharp.

"Hey, you! I’m from Class 1-B, next door to you! We heard you fought some villains, and I came to see if that was true. But you’re just brats who think you’re better than us! Talk all you want! It’ll be embarrassing when you’re KO’d," a silver-haired boy yells from the back of the group.

Bakugo walks right through them, ignoring the comment.

"Don’t you ignore me!" the silver-haired boy shouts, his voice rising in frustration.

"Dude, where are you going? You gotta say something. It’s your fault they’re all hating on us, Bakugo!" Kirishima calls after him, his tone exasperated.

"These people don’t matter. The only thing that’s important is that I beat them," Bakugo says coldly, not looking back.

“I hate that that was such a manly exit.” Kirishima complained clenching his fist.

“You said it.” Sato says

“We have to beat them. he wasn´t wrong” Tokoyami says while looking down

“Yeah but this sucks.” Kaminari complained.

The sport festival is in Two weeks. The whole thing will be live on TV.

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Words: 3k Warning: Cursing

Chapter 8

Tomorrow is the sports festival, and the past two weeks have been intense. I've been training hard with Izuku, pushing myself to improve my stamina and reaction time. At least now, I don’t have to rely solely on my powers. We had focused on hand to hand combat without the use of quirks. We have gotten closer in the past two weeks especially since I know his secret.

I lay in bed as I slowly drift off to sleep.

I’m back in the same white room, sitting in the same chair I was in when I fainted at the USJ. Suddenly, I hear a voice.

“Hey.”

“Holy shit!” I scream, startled, whipping my head around to look for the source.

“Relax, it’s just your subconscious talking.” And then, out of nowhere, my subconscious—who looks exactly like me—appears in front of me.

“No sane person should be able to talk to their own subconscious in a dream!” I yell at her.

“Maybe it’s because you’re special. Most people’s subconscious speaks symbolically, but I’m directly talking to you. It’s because you’re so self-aware, and you’re not exactly sane.” she explains as a chair materializes out of thin air, and she casually sits on it.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” I admit, slowly calming down. “But why are you talking to me right now? The last time you appeared was when I fainted at the USJ.”

“Because I only show up when you’re extremely stressed,” she replies matter-of-factly. “Your mind decides it needs someone to talk to, and since you have no one, you can truly bare your soul to without fearing they’ll leave your life forever, I’m here. So, what’s your problem now? Oh, wait—it must be hard to talk comfortably in a blank room like this. Let’s fix the scenery, shall we?”

Before I can respond, the white room fades, and we’re suddenly at a beautiful lake surrounded by towering trees. We’re sitting on a cozy picnic blanket, the sunlight glimmering off the water’s surface.

“So now, tell me. What’s bothering you?” my doppelganger asks, her voice calm and steady as the sound of birds chirping fills the air around us.

“I’ve been thinking about the future,” I admit, staring at the shimmering lake. “Will I have to pretend to be someone else for my entire life just to be liked? I’m not a good person, and the people who stay when they see my true personality are just as bad as I am. All my friends are working so hard to become their best versions, but there’s no ‘best version’ of me. I feel completely alone. Sometimes, I think maybe it’s better that way.”

My eyes burn, and before I know it, tears spill over. I start sobbing uncontrollably, my chest aching with every word.

“I see,” my subconscious says, her voice laced with both indifference and amusement. “I would comfort you, but I hate you just as much as you hate yourself,” she adds with a cruel smile.

“But you’re my subconscious! How can you act like your own entity, speaking as if you’re a separate person?” I ask, my voice cracking, tears still streaming down my face.

“Because it makes you feel like you’re talking to a real person,” she replies, shrugging as if it’s obvious. “It makes you feel less lonely.”

The sun continues to shine brightly, the birds keep chirping, and a gentle breeze brushes against my tear-streaked face. The world seems serene despite the chaos inside me. After a while, my tears slow, and I manage to catch my breath.

“You’ve stopped crying. Are you alright now?” my subconscious asks, her expression unreadable.

“No, I’m not alright,” I admit quietly. “But there’s no point in crying anymore. I’m tired of this.”

As the words leave my mouth, my vision begins to blur. The scene fades, and I hear her voice one last time.

“You’re waking up,” she says, her tone soft but distant.

Right now, I’m standing outside U.A., taking in the sight of the heightened security. Getting in isn’t easy—they check me twice before finally letting me through. I can’t help but wish my grandmother could’ve come to see me today, but her health doesn’t allow her to go out much anymore. Still, she promised to watch everything on TV, so that thought gives me some comfort.

As I step inside, I notice the hustle and bustle. Multiple stalls are still being set up, workers moving quickly to prepare for the day. The energy in the air is electric, and it only makes my nerves tingle more.

I head straight to the changing rooms, slipping into my sports uniform. The fabric feels snug and ready for action.

“Aw man. I was totally hoping I could wear my costume.” Mina complains, crossing her arms in disappointment.

“At least everyone´ll be in uniforms. That´ll keep things fair right?” Ojiro suggests

“I wonder what they have in store for us in the first round.” Sato voices

“No matter what they´ve prepared we must persevere.” Tokoyami insists

“Right.” Shoji agrees

“Everyone get your game faces on! We´re entering the arena soon!” Iida shouts, his voice filled with energy. My heart starts pounding against my chest, and Sweat forms on my palms

“Swallow your fear, Swallow your fear! Swallow your fear.” Mineta chants, drawing crosses on his hand and pretending to eat them. For once, I never thought I’d relate to the class pervert this much

“Midoriya.” Todoroki calls out, walking up to him with a serious expression.

“Hey, Todoroki. what’s up?” Midoriya asks, halting his calming breaths to turn toward our classmate. A strange tension fills the air, and I can't shake the feeling that something big is about to happen.

"From an objective standpoint, I think it's fairly clear that I'm stronger than you," Todoroki states matter-of-factly.

"Uh... um, yeah," Midoriya stammers, clearly caught off guard.

"However," Todoroki continues, "you've got All Might in your corner, helping you out. I'm not here to pry about what's going on between you two. But know this—I will beat you." His blunt challenge leaves no room for misinterpretation. Oh, wow, he’s ridiculously observant. But to be fair, they weren’t exactly subtle about keeping that a secret.

"Ah, what's with all these declarations of war lately?" Kaminari groans, exasperated, as Kirishima steps up to Todoroki.

"Seriously, what is with him?" Mina whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, what's the big deal? Why’re you picking a fight all of a sudden and right before we get started..." Kirishima asks, placing a firm hand on Todoroki's shoulder.

"We're not here to be friends. Don’t forget. This isn’t a team effort," Todoroki replies curtly, turning to walk away. God, he is so cool.

"Wait a sec, Todoroki," Midoriya calls after him, stepping forward. "I don’t know what’s going through your head or why you think you need to tell me that you’ll beat me. And, yeah, of course, you’re better than me. In fact, you probably have way more potential than anyone in the hero course. That’s why you got in so easily."

"Midoriya, maybe you're being a little hard on yourself—and on us," Kirishima suggests, holding up his hands in a calming gesture.

"No, he's right, you guys. All the other courses—they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got. We’re all gonna have to fight to stand out. And I’ll be aiming for the top, too," Midoriya asserts, his resolve clear. Not me, though. I just want to fit in while standing out. Yeah, it sounds weird, but it makes sense in my head.

"Fine," Todoroki replies, his expression unreadable as the challenge is silently accepted.

"Hey-o! Make some noise, all you rabid sports fans!" Present Mic’s booming voice echoes through the stadium. "Get those cameras prepped, media hordes! This year, we’re bringing you some of the hottest performances in U.A.'s festival history, guaranteed! I've only got one question before we start this show. Are you ready? Let me hear you scream as our students make their way to the main stage!"

The crowd erupts in cheers as we step onto the field.

"All Might, I won’t let you down," Midoriya mutters beside me, his voice low but full of determination.

I stop, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "It’s going to be alright," I say with a reassuring smile.

Midoriya looks up at me, gratitude shining in his eyes, and nods. We continue walking, and I glance at the roaring crowd, smiling and giving a small wave.

"Welcome back to the U.A. Sports Festival, where up-and-coming heroes leave everything on the field as they fight for the chance to achieve worldwide fame and celebrity!" Present Mic’s voice rings out. "This first group are no strangers to the spotlight! You know them from withstanding a villain attack. They’re the dazzling students lighting up your TVs with solid-gold skills. That’s right—it’s the hero course students of Class 1-A!" Wow, playing favourites already.

"Are we supposed to be waving?" Uraraka asks, glancing at me as I continue waving enthusiastically.

"Who cares? The crowd loves it, and it makes a statement," Mina says, joining in with an energetic wave. A few others follow her lead, though some look hilariously stiff while doing it.

"Uh... I didn’t know there’d be so many people," Midoriya stammers, his wide eyes scanning the enormous crowd.

"I hope we’re still able to give our best performances, even though all these eyes are watching us. I suppose it’s just another aspect of being a hero we’ll all have to get used to," Iida points out, his tone serious as always.

"Present Mic sure talked us up a lot. Kinda makes me nervous. How you feelin’, man?" Kirishima asks Bakugo, waving awkwardly at first before loosening up and going for it more naturally.

"I’m not worried," Bakugo says, his lips curling into a scary grin. "Makes me wanna win this thing even more." Of course, he’s not waving. Classic Bakugo.

"And behind them! They haven’t been getting as much screen time, but this next group is still chock-full of talent! Welcome, hero course Class 1-B!" Present Mic’s voice booms across the stadium as the next group enters.

"Next up, the general studies classes C, D, and E! Support classes F, G, and H! And finally, the business classes I, J, and K! Give it up for all of U.A.'s first-year contestants!" Present Mic cheers, and the crowd roars in response.

The energy is electric, the stadium buzzing with excitement. It’s overwhelming but thrilling all at once.

"Now, for the introductory speech!" Midnight calls, standing confidently. Her outfit makes my face flush.

"Uh, someone should really talk to Ms. Midnight about what she’s wearing," Kirishima mutters, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, that costume should come with a warning," Denki adds, blushing just like most of us, except for a few who manage to keep their cool.

"Is that really appropriate apparel for a high school event?" Tokoyami questions, his tone as calm as ever.

"Silence, everyone!" Midnight commands, flicking a red cat-o'-nine-tails whip. My eyes widen—why is she carrying something that looks like it belongs in a medieval dungeon?

"And now, for the student pledge, we have Katsuki Bakugo!" she announces. Bakugo strides forward, his usual confident scowl firmly in place.

"Uh... he’s the first-year rep?" Midoriya leans toward me, whispering in disbelief.

"I guess that hothead did finish first in the entrance exams," Sero points out, shrugging.

"Only for the hero course exams," a general studies student mutters bitterly, just loud enough for us to hear.

"Oh, right," Midoriya says, agreeing without hesitation.

"That girl clearly hates us," Sero whispers, nodding toward the annoyed general studies student.

"Yeah, and we’ve got Bakugo to thank for them not liking our class," Denki adds, shaking his head.

"She doesn’t just hate us; she looks like she hates this whole thing in general," I correct. "I mean, imagine being in general studies and having to compete against the people who got the spots you probably wanted."

Bakugo steps up to the microphone, his expression cocky as ever. "I just wanna say I’m gonna win," he declares.

The entire crowd erupts in boos.

"Why would you be so disrespectful? You’re representing all of us!" Iida exclaims, karate-chopping the air like he’s trying to knock some sense into Bakugo.

"It’s not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory," Bakugo says with a sneer, giving the crowd a dramatic thumbs-down.

"I’m gonna crush this overconfident jerk! I can’t wait to knock him down a size!" yells the silver-haired guy from earlier, glaring daggers at Bakugo as he walks off the stage, completely unfazed by the reaction.

"Without further ado, it's time for us to get started!" Midnight announces with a dramatic flair.

"UA really doesn’t believe in letting us catch a breath, huh?" Uraraka says, her voice carrying a hint of nervous laughter.

"This is where you begin feeling the pain! The first fateful game of the festival!" Midnight exclaims, gesturing toward a large screen above her. The wheel displayed begins spinning rapidly, and the suspense builds in the air.

"What could it be?" she teases as the wheel slows, finally landing on "Obstacle Race."

"Ta-da!" Midnight cheers, throwing her arms up with excitement.

"So, it’s gonna be an obstacle course," Midoriya reads aloud, his brow furrowing as he processes the challenge.

"All 11 classes will participate in this treacherous contest. The track is four kilometres long and circles the outside of the stadium. I don’t want to restrain anyone, at least not in this game," Midnight explains, licking her lips in a way that makes several of us shift uncomfortably. "As long as you don’t leave the course, you’re free to do whatever your heart desires! Now then, take your places, contestants." She gestures toward a massive gate with three green lights glowing overhead.

We line up, the tension thick in the air as everyone readies themselves.

"Begin!" Midnight calls out the moment the last light switches off, and the crowd surges forward, racing toward the gates like a wave crashing against a cliff.

"And we’re off to a racing start!" Present Mic’s voice booms over the speakers. "What should we pay attention to in the first stages of the race?"

"The doorway," Aizawa says dryly, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd as the narrow hall ahead becomes a chaotic bottleneck, students jostling for space to break through.

Oh, hell no! There’s no way I’m getting stuck in this chaos. I could just fly over the crowd, but should I keep it a secret a little longer? No, forget that—I should just fly. I’ll aim for fourth place. That’s the safest bet. I fly over the crowd as I hear gasps and look down to see the floor frozen and Todoroki saying “Apologizes.”

 “That didn´t work on me the first time, did you really think it would this time!” I called

“No, but it seems like you’re not the only one who avoided my attack.” Todoroki mused. As I flew over him.

“Nice trick Todoroki.” Momo called.

“I won´t let you get away so easily, you Icy-hot bastard!” Bakugo yells and I become annoyed at the sound of his voice.

"You froze me in place once before, it won't happen again.” Ojiro Yells.

“I didn't expect so many people to dodge that, especially those from other classes,” Todoroki says coldly, glancing back at the chaos behind him.

“You think you're so cool, but I've outsmarted you, Todoroki! Eat this, my special attack!” Mineta yells before getting hit by one of the giant robots from the entrance exams.

“Oh! And enemies have shown up out of nowhere!” Present Mic announces as I pretend to freeze midair, lowering myself to the ground.

They’re the zero-pointers from the entrance exams. Great. I hesitate, wondering if my energy blast is strong enough to take them down. Or maybe I should turn the metal into oxygen? No, that’d freak the crowd out too much.

“The stakes are high! We've got a whole school of top-notch students trying to be heroes, but do they really stand a chance against our heavy metal swarm of Robo Infernos?" Present Mic continues, his voice electric.

I snap out of my thoughts, catching bits of the banter between him and Aizawa.

“The first-year students are already off to a rockin’ start! And it’s only the first round! Talk about a cool obstacle course! Our players are racing against each other in a vicious battle where anything goes, as long as they stay on the track. We'll keep you updated with live action thanks to the camera robots scattered around the course!”

“Why do you even need me here?” Aizawa mutters dryly.

While I’m distracted, Todoroki moves ahead, freezing the robots solid.

“So, this is what the other students faced in their entrance exams? They obviously went through a lot of trouble, but I wish they prepared something more difficult. Especially since my dear old dad is watching,” Todoroki says, his voice sharp and focused.

I float off the ground just in time to avoid his ice attack and land on the ground, eyes wide as the robot begins to topple.

“Careful now,” Todoroki warns. “I froze them while they were off balance. On purpose.”

“Are you trying to kill people?! There might not be any rules, but there are still laws!” I yell, glaring at him.

"That's Todoroki from Class 1-A pulling ahead to an early lead with a devastating display! Amazing! He’s definitely one to watch—it almost seems unfair, don’t you think?” Present Mic says, his voice brimming with excitement.

“His attack was both offensive and defensive,” Aizawa adds calmly.

“No wonder he got in on recommendation! He's never even faced these Robo Infernos before, but they didn’t stand a chance against his chart-topping moves!” Present Mic cheers.

I take a deep breath and focus, flying forward and blasting the robots out of my way. My flight might not be the fastest, but it’s definitely more efficient than running through this madness.

“Oh, what’s that? Class 1-A’s Kuramoto is flying forward, blasting those robots out of her path—how rocking is that! And look at Class 1-A’s Bakugo, rocketing over the obstacles! Clever moves from both students!” Present Mic narrates, but I tune him out to stay focused.

Soon enough, Bakugo rockets past me, locked in a fierce competition with Todoroki, who isn’t giving an inch. Then a massive explosion echoes behind us.

We all glance back to see Midoriya using explosions to propel himself forward. I can’t help but smile as he rockets ahead.

I slow down intentionally, keeping my plan in mind. Fourth place is the goal, and I don’t want to stand out too much.

As I cross the finish line, just where I wanted, I glance over to see Midoriya crying tears of joy and relief. I can’t help but feel proud—for him and for myself.

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Chapter 5

As I head toward the school gate, I suddenly notice a crowd of reporters swarming the entrance. I stop in my tracks. So many people I think to myself. News about All Might teaching at U.A. must’ve spread fast. Now, I just have to make it inside without getting crushed.

Taking a deep breath, I start walking again, only to have several reporters rush up to me, microphones extended.

"Excuse me! Are you one of All Might's students?" one of them asks eagerly.

"Yes, but, um, I've got to get to class," I reply, trying to sidestep them politely. "Thanks, bye!"

I walk into the classroom and take my seat, glad to be early enough to have a few quiet moments. As I settle in, my mind drifts off, daydreaming about the future, until a voice pulls me back to the present.

“Kuramoto-chan.”

I turn around and see Todoroki standing there, his face as calm and serious as always. He looks… well, stunning, honestly. I manage a small, nervous smile. “Yes? Do you need something?”

He meets my gaze steadily. “I just wanted to tell you—yesterday, you may have won. But I’m going to train harder, and next time, I won’t lose to you.” With that, he turns and walks away, his cool confidence unwavering.

I sigh, watching him go. He looks way too good, even when he's practically vowing to defeat me. Smiling to myself, I drift back to my thoughts, daydreams returning easily.

I’m interrupted again, but this time it’s by none other than Bakugo Katsuki—the “handsome devil,” if you could call him that. He stomps over, glaring. “Hey, extra! What the hell were you doing talking to that half-and-half bastard?”

I blink, tilting my head in confusion. Half-and-half bastard? Oh, Todoroki. “Oh, we were just talking about yesterday’s match, that’s all.”

Bakugo’s scowl deepens, and he lets out an annoyed “Tch.” Just as he turns to walk away, I call out, “Wait!”

He stops, glancing back with an irritated “What?”

“Um,” I start, trying to keep my voice steady, “I was just curious… why does it matter to you what Todoroki and I were talking about?”

“Tch, I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he snaps, stalking off.

I watch him go, shaking my head. What a piece of work. Wait… does he like me? Was he actually jealous? The thought makes me blush, and I quickly shake it off. What am I thinking? There’s no way he likes me—we’ve barely even talked before today.

Maybe he just felt threatened by me and Todoroki being so strong. Yeah, that must be it.

Soon, the classroom fills up, and Ashido and I start chatting about the press swarming outside.

"Sayuri, can you believe they'd actually camp out there for hours just to interview us about All Might?" Mina says, shaking her head. "Are they really that desperate?"

"Apparently, they are," I reply, amused. "People do that all the time when it comes to someone like All Might."

We keep talking until Mr. Aizawa walks in, and the room instantly quiets down.

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugo... you're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" Aizawa calls out.

"Yeah, whatever," Bakugo mutters under his breath.

“Midoriya. I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. And don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your Quirk. That line's already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here. But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. So, show a little urgency, huh?" Mr. Aizawa urges.

"Right!" Izuku agrees, nodding.

"And Kuramoto, you need more practice with close combat. If you’re taken out by a single punch, you won’t be very effective in a real battle," Mr. Aizawa points out.

"Yes, sir," I reply with a determined nod.

"Alright, let's get down to business. Our first task today will have a lasting impact on your future," Aizawa announces, and everyone starts looking a bit tense. "You all need to choose a class representative."

"Pick me, guys! I wanna be class rep!" Kirishima shouts with enthusiasm.

"I'll take it!" Kaminari exclaims, raising his hand confidently.

"Obviously, you're going to need me," Jiro chimes in.

"Someone with style should lead," Aoyama says, striking a pose to nominate himself.

"I'm definitely the right choice!" Mina interrupts enthusiastically, and soon enough, everyone’s calling out to be chosen.

"Silence! Everyone, please," Iida says, raising his hand to get everyone’s attention. "The class representative's duty is to lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!"

“It’s pretty obvious you want us to vote for you!” the class calls out in unison.

“Is this really the best idea?” Kaminari wonders aloud.

“We’ve only known each other a few days. How are we supposed to know who we can trust?” Tsuyu points out

“Besides, everyone’s just gonna vote for themselves,” Kirishima adds.

“True, most people will. But that means whoever does get multiple votes is probably the best choice for the job. It’s the most logical way, right, sir?” Iida asks, looking over at Aizawa, who’s already back in his sleeping bag, barely paying attention.

"Do what you want, just decide before my nap's over," Aizawa said flopping to the floor.

I think to myself, *I should vote for Iida—he seems perfect for the job.

“How did I get three votes?” Midoriya exclaims, shocked.

“Okay, you idiots, who voted for him?” Bakugo demands, standing up from his seat.

“What, did you seriously think anyone would vote for you?” Sero chimes in with a smirk.

“What did you just say? Don’t tell me *you* voted for that little nerd!” Bakugo shouts, looking ready to explode. Just as I predicted I have no votes.

Iida notices he’s received one vote and lets out a small cough. "While it's a pity I wasn't chosen as class president, I appreciate whoever gave me their vote," he says gratefully. I give a small smile, thinking, You’re welcome. Midoriya and Momo now stand at the front of the class.

When lunch starts, Ashido, Jirou, Momo, and I head to our table, eating and chatting. Suddenly, an announcement blares: “Warning, level 3 security breach. Please exit the building in an orderly fashion.”

“What’s a level 3 security breach?” I ask, confused.

“It means someone managed to get past the school’s barriers,” Momo explains, standing up quickly. She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the exit, with Ashido and Jirou following. But as soon as I see the crowd of students pushing and shoving to get through, all I can think is, *Oh, hell no.*

As Momo and the others start to move into the crowd, I step back.

“What are you doing?” Jirou asks, looking at me.

“I’d rather face whatever broke into the school than deal with that crowd. I’m extremely claustrophobic,” I admit, taking another step away. The girls immediately turn back and join me in the cafeteria.

“Why are you all staying with me?” I ask, surprised.

They smile, and Ashido chuckles. “We’re friends, and we’re not about to let you go through this alone,” she says confidently.

“But you guys will be in danger too,” I say, worried.

“So? If you’re staying here, then so are we,” Jirou replies.

“But this was my choice,” I insist, feeling frustrated.

“And staying with you is ours,” Momo says with a gentle smile.

“Wow,” I say, shaking my head. “I really hit the jackpot with you guys.”

Soon, the rest of the students return, and we find out it was just the press breaking in. I let out a huge sigh of relief. All those years without friends? Worth it, for moments like this.

"Um, okay, so we need to figure out who the other class officers will be," Midoriya says, standing beside me. "But first, there's something I want to say. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I believe Tenya Iida should be our class rep! He was able to capture everyone’s attention and keep us in line. So, I think he’s the best choice to lead our class from now on!"

"Yeah, you know what? If Midoriya vouches for him, I’m good with it. He definitely stepped up and took charge," Kirishima agrees.

"Totally! Oh, and did you notice he looked like the guy on the emergency exit signs when he was on the wall earlier?" Kaminari jokes, and I let out a small chuckle.

"This is a waste of time. I don’t care who the rep is, just hurry up," Aizawa grumbles, making Midoriya jump, before he goes back to sleep.

“If Midoriya is nominating me for the job... then I humbly accept,” Iida declares. “I pledge to carry out the duties of class rep to the best of my abilities!”

"Sounds good, Emergency Exit!" Kirishima says with a thumbs-up.

"Emergency Exit Iida! Don’t let us down, man!" Kaminari cheers, grinning.

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Chapter 2

It’s the day of the Entrance Exam, and despite all my preparation, I can’t shake my nerves. I feel like laughing. I’ve spent an entire year getting ready for this moment, so logically, there’s no reason for me to feel this anxious. But maybe it’s just human nature to feel this way when faced with something that could shape your entire future. I applied for the General Studies course as well as the Hero Course, just in case things don’t go as planned.

It’s a good thing I woke up at 5:00 a.m. to prepare. It’s now 7:30, and I’ve already finished my morning workout, had breakfast, and squeezed in some extra studying. Factoring in the time it takes to walk, potential train delays, and any unexpected incidents, now is the perfect moment to leave. I grab my bag packed with my workout clothes and take one last glance in the mirror to adjust my school uniform before heading out.

“Sayuri, are you sure you have everything?” my grandmother calls from across the house.

“Yes, Grandma. Bye!” I reply as I step out the door.

Thankfully, everything goes according to plan, and I’m now sitting on the train, set to arrive early. As I scroll through my phone, passing the time until my stop, a man steps on my foot without so much as an apology. I wish I could kill him, but obviously, that’s not an option—I’m not going to risk prison over something so trivial. So, for the rest of the ride, I spend my time, imagining all the ways I could get even, until my stop arrives.

Standing in front of UA High, I feel really intimidated. I take a moment to look around, amazed by the grand entrance as I step inside. After finding the bulletin board, I check where I need to go for the written exam and make my way to Exam Room B. I complete the written exam quickly and with relative ease. Then was present mics speech about the exam in the auditorium. I sit in my assigned seat.

“What´s up UA Candidates thanks for tuning in to me your school DJ. Come on let me hear you” Present Mic shouts but everyone remains silent. I am so Excited. Pro Heros as our teachers. School will be so much fun. “Keeping it mellow huh, that’s fine I´ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down.”

“Like your application said, today you rocking boys and girls will be out there conducting mock battles in super hip urban settings. Alright my friend, after I drop my mic here you´ll head to your designated battle center sound good? Okay.” Present mic says and everyone stats to pick up their cards. Battle center H alright I can do this.

“Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty so choose wisely. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by shredding the foe villains like a wicked guitar solo. Of course, attacking other examinees is a no, no you dig.”  I listen intently as he speaks. But then some guy with glasses stands up raising his hand. Excuse me sir, but I have a question." the guy said.

"Hit me," Present Mic said pointing at the boy and a spotlight hit the boy.

"On the printout you've listed four types of villains not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do. Additionally, you with the unkempt hair" the guy said and then pointed at a green haired boy, "You've been muttering this whole time. Stop that, if you can't bother to take this seriously then leave. You're distracting the rest of us." the guy said, and the boy covered his mouth muttering sorry. What an Asshole that glasses guy could have been nicer.

"Alright, alright. Examinee number 7111. Thank for calling in with your request. The fourth villain type is worth zone points. That guy's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way. There's one in every battle centre. Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It's not that it can't be beaten, but there's kinda no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the one's top of the chart." Present Mic said and the guy bowed.

"Thank you very much. Please continue," he said sitting down.

"That's all I got for you today. I'll sign off with a little present a sample of our school motto as General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down a true hero is one who overcomes lives misfortunes. Mmmm now that's a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let's hear a plus ultra. Good luck. Hope you practised hitting more than just books." Present Mic finished.

Now I’m standing at the gate, feeling incredibly nervous. Everyone around me is talking, and I feel like I might throw up. Suddenly, Present Mic’s voice echoes, “Alright, let’s get started! There are no countdowns in real battles, so run, run, run!” The crowd surges forward, and I start running too. I quickly remember that I can fly but decide against using it. I know I can succeed without flying, and it’s better to keep that ability hidden for now. If I make it in, keeping my flight ability, a secret could give me an edge during the sports festival as my hidden weapon.

As I move further in, I start blasting every robot I see while charging ahead. Suddenly, I notice someone in danger of being struck by a robot. Instinctively, I create a shield around them and blast the robot away, sending it flying. I rush over to check on the person, only to see a set of floating clothes. A voice speaks, and I realize it’s a girl with an invisibility quirk. After making sure she’s okay, I return to blasting robots.

When the exam is finally announced as over, I take a seat and let myself rest. As soon as I go home, I´m going to eat everything I can see, I think to myself while turning the air into a bottle of water and taking a drink.

1 Week later:

I jog down the road, counting the days since the UA entrance exams—it's been a week, and I’ve been anxiously waiting for the results. As I return home, my grandmother rushes toward me, a letter in hand. “Sayuri! The letter from UA has arrived!” she exclaims excitedly. My eyes widen, and I snatch the letter from her hands before dashing to my room to open it. I sit at my desk and carefully peel open the envelope, and a circular metal thing fell out and it projected a screen.

"I am here." All Might appeared on the screen, " Sayuri Kuramoto you did extremely well on your written exam. You are probably wondering why I'm giving you your results, well it's because starting this term I am the newest teacher at U.A. high school haha. You Sayuri Kuramoto also did well on your practical exam and managed to get 40 attack points, but that is not all here at U.A. We like to take into account what really makes a hero and that is protecting people and so we had a panel of judges watch from behind the scenes and they would give out points to whoever they saw perform a heroic attack and give you rescue points you 15 rescue points putting you in 4th place getting you into U.A.'s Class 1 A hero course. Welcome you have made it."

As soon as I hear All Might say that, I dash outside to share the news with my grandmother. The moment I tell her, she embraces me tightly, overwhelmed with joy.

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Chapter 3

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The first day of school. I’m so excited, but I’m just as nervous as I am excited. This time, I have to try my hardest to fit in and make friends. The uniform feels uncomfortable. The knee-high socks constantly slip down my legs, the skirt feels too short even though I know I have shorts underneath, and the blazer is stiff and restrictive. The red tie around my neck feels like it’s trying to choke me. All these sensations make me fidget with the clothes, as if somehow that’ll make them more comfortable.

I start walking and try to find Class 1-A, stopping to ask for directions from others whenever I get lost. Finally, I reach the classroom. As I open the door and step inside, a girl with pink skin approaches me. “Hey! I’m Mina Ashido. What’s your name? What’s your quirk? You’re really pretty! What kind of skincare do you use?” she says, her words tumbling out quickly and full of energy. Something about her makes me instantly like her and want to keep talking.

“My name is Sayuri Kuramoto. My quirk is called Subatomic Manipulation. It allows me to alter matter and energy at the subatomic level. Thank you, and I use a Dove moisturizing cream,” I reply, matching her enthusiasm. We keep chatting as we walk further into the classroom and find seats. as I sit down, my eyes wander around the room, spotting several good-looking guys. One has spiky red hair, another has bright yellow hair, and there’s one with spiky blonde hair. My gaze stops on a striking figure with red and white split hair, who looks almost godly. Mina and I take our seats next to each other and continue talking.

I then hear a familiar voice and turn to see the glasses boy from the Auditorium yelling at the good-looking guy with blonde hair. "It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin." the guy insulted. I agree that it is disrespectful, but he should not go around scolding people. But I supress a laugh as I hear the blondes reply "You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it.” "Arhh, Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Some Private Academy." The boy introduced holding out his hand. "Some, huh, so you must think you're better than me. I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one." The boy threatened. Me and mina watch them interacting as Iida said, "It's him." and everyone plus me turned to the green haired boy from the auditorium and I was confused. As I look at him, I can see the molecules and atoms within his body, including his quirk genes, which seem unusual. His quirk genes look almost overwhelming, as if they’re too much for his body, like they don’t truly belong to him. I notice traces of other DNA mixed within his quirk genes, making them even more peculiar.

I shake my head, refocusing on my conversation with Ashido, when a voice cuts through the room. “If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff, now." and I leaned forward to see a guy in a yellow sleeping bag on the floor in the doorway, he looked like a caterpillar, "Welcome to U.A.'s hero course." The guy said and then sucked on a yogurt bag and stood to unzip completely, "It took 8 seconds before you all shut up. That's not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that. Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa your teacher." he informed, and shock washes over me, "Right let's get to it put these on and head outside." Aizawa ordered showing us a jumpsuit.

What a quirk assessment test?" We all asked in Suprise as we stood on the field.

"But orientation we're going to miss it." A brown-haired girl with a bob cut complained.

"If you really want to make the big leagues you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa addressed and everyone was shocked but got more serious, "Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions that means that I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardised tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The countries still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel it's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn. Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa asked.

"67 metres I think." Bakugo shrugged.

"Right, try doing it with your quirk."

"Anything goes just stay in the circle." Aizawa explained to Bakugo as he stood in the circle painted onto the field holding a ball, "Go on your wasting our time." Aizawa states.

"Alright man you asked for it." Bakugo cautions stretching his arm out and then throwing hard using his quirk to send the ball flying really

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities it's the most rational way to figuring out your paternal as a pro-hero." Aizawa proffered tablet showing us the distance of Bakugou´s throw 705.2 metres and We all Gaspe.

"Whoa, 705 metres are you kidding me." one of the guys gaped.

"I want to go that looks like fun." Ashido volunteered.

"This is what I'm talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want." Another boy urged.  "So, this looks fun huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime. Idiots, today you'll complete eight physical tests to gauge your potential whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately." Aizawa testified and I start freaking out and trying not laugh. My quirk isn’t about enhancing my physical strength; it’s about bending matter to my will. Then I have an idea. What if I manipulate the atoms in my body to enhance my physical strength, but even if I try to do that. I´m not advanced enough.

"Like I said I get to decide how this class runs understand. If that's a problem, you can head home right now." Aizawa commented and I took a deep breath I can not be expelled. I tried way to hard to get here.

You can't send one of us home. I mean we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day that isn't fair." The girl with brown hair and bob cut complained.

"Oh, and you think national disasters are or power-hungry villains or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities are. No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're gonna to have to push yourself to the brink for the next three years U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond, plus ultra style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here." Aizawa stressed and I nodded readily "Now we're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin." Aizawa vocalised

The first test is a 50-meter dash. While two of my classmates take their turns, I get introduced to Kyoka Jirou, Momo Yayorozu, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui, the girls in the class. Now it’s my turn, and dread washes over me as I step up to the starting line. When the starting gun fires, I sprint forward as if my life depends on it. “5.51 seconds!” the robot announces, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Next up is the grip strength test. I take hold of the apparatus, smiling nervously. I can't keep doing this, but maybe, just maybe, I can increase my strength using my quirk. I’ve never tried this before, and if it doesn’t work out, I’m Fucked. I close my eyes and focus intently on my hand. I grip the device tightly, and it beeps. Slowly, I open my eyes to see the result: 67 kg. I'm thrilled! It may be a small improvement, but it's progress, and that’s what counts.

Standing long jump was next and I use my quirk to Strengthen my legs and almost jump across it. The last one was the ball throw and This time I strengthen my whole arm and throw, and it goes up to 300 meters. And then I watched Ochaco throw her ball, and it just never came back down to earth.

“Infinity that's insane how's that possible?" one boy called, and I smiled

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon he's the one going home." Iida described.

"Of course he is he's a quirkless loser." Bakugo insulted.

“What gives I was trying to use it just now." Midoriya hummed and I looked at Aizawa, "I erased your quirk the judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enrol at this school." Aizawa disclosed the bandages around his neck started flying as well as his hair.

"Wait, you did what to my... Whoa, those goggles. I know you. You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The eraser hero Eraserhead." Midoriya chimes in and we all started to mutter to each other.

You're not ready you don't have control over your power," Mr. Aizawa warns, "Were you planning to break your again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body."

"No, that's not what I was trying to do!" Midoriya starts to protest, but Mr. Aizawa swiftly captures him with one of his bandages, yanking him toward him. I strain to catch what Mr. Aizawa is saying, but I can only make out the tail end of their exchange.

"I returned your impractical quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry up and get it over with," Aizawa huffs as he walks back over to us.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice," Iida says, concern etched on his face.

"Probably told him to start packing," Bakugo scoffs.

"Smash!" he yells, and the ball shoots off like a rocket, the force of the throw making us all struggle to keep our footing. I stare in shock as I sit down hard on the ground. "Mr. Aizawa, you see I'm still standing!" Midoriya assures, turning to face us with a triumphant grin.

"This kid," Aizawa whispers, disbelief lacing his voice.

“He threw it over 700 metres." Someone admired.

"Nice he's finally showing us his true power." Uraraka proclaimed.

"His finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam, his quirk is very odd." Iida chimes in.

"It wasn't a very pretty throw." The navel laser guy announces.

“Hey, Deku you bastard tell me how you did that or your dead.”, Bakugo yells and runs toward Midoriya but before he could do anything Mr Aizawa caught him with his scarf and erased his quirk.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?" Bakugo complains and all I could think about was what an asshole Bakugo was.

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon Fiber and a special metal alloy. STAND DOWN. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much... It gives me serious dry eye," Aizawa explains.

"Too bad that power is amazing," we all murmur in agreement, and Aizawa finally releases Bakugo from his grip.

"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up," Aizawa concludes, his tone sharp as he scans the group for the next contestant. "Alright, it’s time to give you your results. I’ve ranked you all from best to worst. You should have a good idea of your standings already. Instead of going over every individual score, I’ll just pull up the entire list," Aizawa states, and the results appear on the screen. I see my name in fourth place. "And just to clarify, no one is going home. That was merely a tactical deception to ensure you all gave it you’re all during the tests," he explains, and a wave of relief washes over us. Everyone erupts into cheers as we stand together on the field once more.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. Sorry, I guess I probably should have said something." Momo the top spot holder apologises, and we all begin chatting.

I start heading home when Ashido catches up to me, offering to walk with me to the station. I gladly accept, and we chat as we make our way together. After we part ways, I can’t help but reflect on the incredible day I just had despite the initial scare.

If you want something done, do it yourself.

I have desperately been searching for a fanfic series of MHA/BNHA with a reader that has Atom Eve´s powers. Atom Eve is a character from the Comic / Tv show Invincible.

Atom Eve's power of Subatomic Manipulation allows her to sense and alter matter and energy at the sub-atomic level, effectively reshaping both organic and inorganic matter to her will. This ability makes her immensely powerful, as she can create or transform objects and living things. However in the comics and tv show Her creator a scientist put a mental block in her so that she won't use her full powers on humans or animals. but the reader in the fanfic won´t have that limit, and could really alter the story of Mha.

Of course the character itself it is not Atom Eve just someone with the same powers.

Since I could not find a fic like that, i will write my own.

Honestly, Batman is lucky Jason Todd is such a drama queen. If he was any more pragmatic he would’ve killed Joker and been done with it, but his dramatic ass needed a big confrontation Shakespeare-style