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' Aoyama Yuuga '
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Everyone jumped in surprise as an elderly woman in what appeared to be a doctor-themed hero's costume walked onto the exam grounds, leaning on a cane shaped like a syringe.
"Well done, everyone! You're heroes in my eyes, every one of you!" she continued brightly as she approached the scowling blonde and the unconscious girl next to him.
Yuuga tried for a confident smile as he recognized her. "That mademoiselle," he confided in one of the other, less-well-informed exam goers, "is the heart of UA. The Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl! Her quirk is a très magnifique boost of healing power. She can save anyone months of recovery time, and she's the only reason UA can get away with such reckless exams as these."
"Oh my," the school nurse sighed wearily as she knelt by the explosions boy. "You pushed yourself a bit hard there, didn't you sonny?"
"Get off my case, granny; it's not like I had a freakin' choice," he responded, glowering at the smoke still wafting from his arms.
Recovery Girl chuckled at that. "Well, as long as you know what you're doing. Frankly, after taking down that monstrosity, I'm surprised you aren't worse off."
"The hell are you talkin' about?" her patient frowned as she took one of his arms, letting her inspect them with a critical eye.
She frowned right back at him, as did everyone else in the battle center, Yuuga included. "That final explosion, of course," she replied. "The one that destroyed the robot's arm."
"I didn't do that."
"What?"
"My arms were already pretty ruined by the blast I used to get in close. Firing off another one would've left me seriously messed up. That's why Round Cheeks used her gravity quirk on the both of us, so one of my smaller explosions could still do the job of getting us clear. Didn't quite work, but it was the best we had in the moment."
"But then… who destroyed the zero pointer?" someone muttered. Yuuga glanced around the crowd, from the speaker to the serious boy that had asked such a blunt question in the exam hall to Recovery Girl and back to the explosions boy she'd just planted a kiss on-much to his apparent distaste-but no one seemed to have the answer. Unbidden, Yuuga's thoughts turned to the way the robot failed to hit him, when by all rights he should have been crushed. Could it be that whoever his mysterious savior was, they had saved all three of them?
Would he ever know for certain?
Outtake:
Shouta yawned widely on his way up to the observation room. The first of the new tests would be starting in a few minutes, and he and Nemuri were meant to be the primary judges for the new practical exam, considering that their own quirks would have placed them in it.
He already had his eyes on a couple of them, namely that kid with indigo hair and a brainwashing quirk and the blue-eyed quirkless boy that had come to the test with a long wooden cane as a support item. There were a handful of other quirkless kids that had signed up for the test, but he was the only one that seemed to have any kind of potential.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Wha'd'ya mean? It's not like I'm breaking any rules or anything."
Shouta paused, glancing down the hallway to his left. There was a girl with bright pink skin and hair standing outside of the girls' locker room with her arms folded over her chest, practically radiating righteous fury as she stared down a boy that stood about as tall as her waist with spherical purple hair.
Obviously it had something to do with his quirk. Other girls, already dressed in their workout gear, slipped out behind her, casting nervous glances towards the purple-haired punk.
Shouta didn't miss the way his eyes seemed to follow the chests of the girls walking past him.
"I don't give a damn if it's against the rules or not! Try to peep in the changing rooms again, and I will melt you into the ground!"
"What's the big deal? Jus' 'cause I have an appreciation for the bootifulness of a girl's body?"
"Problem here?" Shouta asked warningly, suppressing the urge to activate his quirk. The longer he maintained the image of being a scruffy hobo, the more effective his reveal would be when he taught his class not to judge a book by its cover. Still, the aura of exhausted irritation he gave off was usually enough to make kids this age nervous around him.
"This pervert tried to sneak into the girls' locker room!" the pink-skinned girl snapped the moment she had overcome her shock, pointing accusingly towards the purple-haired kid. Hobo or not, he was obviously some kind of faculty member, so it made sense.
"Seriously, just back off," the boy grumbled, pouting and turning back down the hall to slink away. "It's not like I actually saw anything."
Shouta glared after the boy, memorizing his appearance and attempt at a swagger (which honestly came across as more of a waddle, given his height). The brat could be trouble going forward. He'd have to keep an eye on him.
"Thanks for the help," the pink-skinned girl grinned with enough energy to rival Hizashi or Nemuri, bowing to him.
"It's my job, kid," Shouta shrugged back, hunching a little bit more and rubbing the back of his head as he yawned. "Anyway, get changed and be snappy about it. You'll be late for your exam."
"Yessir!" the girl grinned, saluting cheerfully before slipping inside the changing rooms herself.
Shouta stood guard for a little while longer to make sure the pervert didn't come back, ignoring the curious glances of the examinees as they headed to their respective battle centers. But eventually, he couldn't wait any longer and so he wandered up to the observation room.
"Took you long enough, Shouta. What kept you?" Nemuri waved as he entered the room.
"Nothing exciting," he shrugged back, flopping into his own seat. "Anyone stand out to you?"
"I like the look of the invisible girl," Nemuri smirked up at the screen, twirling her hair around her finger. "She understands the importance of efficiency over shyness."
"Oh?" Shouta turned curiously towards the screen.
Nemuri pointed to a figure that appeared to be in the process of removing their clothes. If not for her sports bra, Shouta wouldn't even have known for certain that she was a girl, considering that she was completely invisible from head to toe. "Mutation or emitter?"
"Mutation, according to her file. She's going second, so she's getting herself ready now."
"Hm. Sounds interesting," Shouta mused, settling in. "Well, let's get this over with."
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