This was it then. The first day. The place he always wanted to go. Yet, he almost had to force himself inside. Katsuki holds tightly onto his bag as he walks himself inside; he didn't belong here, he didn't deserve to be here. Not after what he'd done, but here he was anyway, it's like he was on a fixed path and couldn't get off of it no matter how hard he tried. What was he supposed to say to these people anyway? 'Oh I wanna quit because I murdered two people.' God he hated himself.
"I'm such a piece of shit." mutters Katsuki.
"I wouldn't say that."
Katsuki turns around to see a smaller blonde haired boy with blue eyes and a small smirk.
"Mustard?" Katsuki asks.
"Afraid so. Real name is Kiyotaka Furushima. But call me what you like, anything's fine." replied Mustard
Katsuki shrugs as the other blonde now walks with him. I guess he had company now.
"You got in then?"
"Nah I just thought I'd break in and learn, of course I got in. Class A too. What about you?" replies the smaller blonde.
"Same." dryly states Katsuki.
The two walk in silence; Katsuki had never been very good at small talk, plus he'd started to enjoy periods of silence, it meant he didn't have to-
"Are you usually this quiet?" inquires Mustard. Katsuki couldn't help but slightly grimace at that comment.
"Maybe I am. What's it to ya?" he snaps back. Mustard was smirking. That really ground his gears.
"Someone with such a loud quirk being quiet. There's a sense of irony in that." states the smaller blonde.
"Whatever you say."
"Nothing wrong with that though. Being quiet helps you think and rationalise decisions. It's a good quality." reiterates Mustard.
Katsuki nods as the two try and negotiate the seemingly endless source of corridors. Katsuki wasn't even sure if they were going the right way, but he wasn't going to point that out... Although there was something that he did want to talk about.
"Hey uh, Furushima?"
"What's up."
"Why did you save me in the exam?"
Mustard looks a little perplexed as he looks up at Katsuki.
"This again?"
"Yeah just; why?" gently asks Katsuki. Mustard sighs, he was unsure was to why Katsuki thought there was a greater reason at play to his actions, unfortunately he'd have to disappoint him.
"Because it was the right thing to do." he answers concisely. Katsuki looks away as he eyes a big door at the end of the corridor.
"... Thanks."
The pair arrive at the big door that was labelled 'A'. It was even huge, much like the journey that was set out in front of each of them. Katsuki gently rests his hand on the handle.
"Ready?" asks Mustard.
"... No." replies the taller blonde.
"Well; neither am I." Mustard says as the door swings open. Revealing a largely colourful room featuring many different faces and powers at work. Katsuki and Kiyotaka despite their very noticeable powers seemed fairly normal by comparison.
"If you're just here to observe then turn around and leave."
Katsuki and Kiyotaka turn around to see Aizawa standing there, a yellow sleeping bag under his arm.
"Woah; you're Eraserhead right?" asks Mustard.
"Another observation Furushima?"
"... No sir."
Katsuki and Kiyotaka both promptly turn around and go to take the empty seats that were left in the room. Kiyotaka shooting Katsuki an annoyed look because they couldn't sit together as silence descends within the room. The attention shifting to the front where Aizawa's red eyes scan the room.
"I'm Shouta Aizawa: You'll be my responsibility. Okay so; just to make sure you're all here, I'll call your name. Then we'll head down to the ground and begin a quirk appraisal test." he declares in a monotone voice.
"But sir, what of orientation?" asked a boy with glasses.
"If you wanna be a hero you have to put in the work; the work started as soon as you entered the gates." he snaps.
Aizawa clears his throat as he looks down at the list.
"Hanta Sero?"
"Yo."
"Mina Ashido?"
"Here!"
"Minoru Mineta?"
"Sup."
"Mezou Shoji?"
"Hello."
"Itsuka Kendo?"
"Here sir."
"Yuga Aoyama?"
"Bonjour Monsieur."
"Denki Kaminari?"
"Hey sir."
"... Neito Monoma?"
"Yes sir. Happy to be in A."
Aizawa rolls his eyes and exhales through his nose. Moving on.
"Tsuyu Asui?"
"Ribbit."
"Kyouka Jirou?"
"Here."
"Eijirou Kirishima?"
"Yes sir!"
"Fumikage Tokoyami?"
"I'm here."
"Kiyotaka Furushima?"
"Present."
"Shoto Todoroki?"
A couple of gasps from the room; the Todoroki name was synonymous with heroism. For both the right and wrong reasons.
"...yeah."
"Tenya Iida?"
"Present and accounted for sir. It's an honour-"
"Katsuki Bakugo?"
"... here."
"Inasa Yoarashi-"
"YES! HERE AND READY SIR!"
Aizawa scratches his ear which he's convinced has just been deafened from that last one. He puts down the list on the table and starts to leave.
"Okay uh... That's everyone. Let's go, c'mon."
Everyone stands up, all apart from one, who's hand was raised.
"Excuse me Sir? You didn't call my name."
"Oh! Yeah; sorry about that. Let's see." Aizawa says as he picks the list up again scanning to the bottom and seeing the name.
"Melissa Shield?"
Everyone looks over to the blonde girl; her arm was all encased in some kind of metallic gadget, but she was there, smiling at her new mentor.
"Here sir. Thank you very much."
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"You almost got forgotten then?" asks Kirishima.
"Guess he didn't see the entrance exam huh?" she replies with a chuckle as the pair walk down together to the training field. She presses on the metallic gadget wrapped around her arm which then proceeds to fold back down and free her arm up again. She puts it into her pocket as she rubs it awkwardly.
"Your arm still giving you grief?" asks the red head.
"A little. I did some tinkering; strained ligament. It'll be fine, but for now it's a pain in the ass." responds the blonde.
Kirishima gives her a thumbs up and smiles.
"Yet you're still here trying, awesome!"
"Well the highest scoring student has to show you all how it's done right?" she laughs. The pair joke as they arrive at the ground where they'd be taking part in this exercise of sorts. It was like an athletic track but more precise. Mr Aizawa was at the front, holding a... baseball?
"The idea of this quirk evaluation test is to get an idea of your starting line. If any of you ever fall below the benchmark you set for yourselves today, you'll be immediately expelled." he declared.
Everyone gulps.
"In addition. Whoever finishes last shall also be expelled today. So; do your best." he adds.
Melissa could practically feel all of the blood drain out of her face. She was already at a disadvantage with her dodgy arm, now to compete with others without a quirk? Her breathing gets a little heavier, however a reassuring nudge soon alleviates that.
"We can only do our best, right?" says Kirishima.
Melissa nods. Yeah that's right. She can only do her best. She'd told Kirishima about her quirkless state and he didn't seem to mind, of course he didn't mind though, he was awesome in her mind. However she'd not told the others yet. That was a problem for another day.
"Hey, Bakugo. What was your record for throwing a baseball in your old academy?" Aizawa asks, the crowd all shooting a glance at the tall blonde, whom happened to be submerged in his thoughts.
"Oh. Um. I... I can't remember." Katsuki muttered.
"Well. Throw this as hard as you can, use your quirk to help you." instructs his new mentor. He's thrown the ball, which he almost fumbles and drops however he holds onto it. He steps to the front of the class and onto the spot for throwing. He felt anxious. Everyone watching could tell he was anxious.
'Okay. It's just throwing a ball. I can throw a ball.' Katsuki thinks to himself.
He lowers his arm back, goes to charge up a small amount of kick in his hand and he then throws his arm forward. But there's no bang and the ball only goes a small ways in front of him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Katsuki turns to see his mentor's hair all raised up and his eyes burning red. Uh oh.
"Huh? Why didn't my quirk work?" he asks.
"I erased it. There would've been no point to that throw anyway. You weren't going to try were you?" insinuates his mentor. Katsuki was immediately more tense.
"W-what?"
"I could tell. The way you set yourself. Your technique. You're deliberately limiting yourself. Trying to make things easy on yourself for the future, is that it?" interrogates Aizawa.
"N-no, that's not it at all!" Katuski pleads.
Aizawa snatches the ball off of the ground with his binding cloth, his eyes still burning red with his quirk and a little bit of fury. He picks the ball out of the cloth and throws it back to Katsuki.
"Do it again. If you don't try then don't bother with any of this. Just go."
Katsuki grits his teeth. He grips the ball as tight as he could. He hated this. He hated that he was the one here, he hated that he was the one being shouted at, he hated the fact he didn't even feel comfortable using his own power anymore. But above all of this. He hated himself. Katsuki lunges his arm back and screams out as he throws his arm forward with a violent explosion; the shockwave making his ear ring and himself stumble slightly. He pants. The ringing in his ears staying there.
"Better. Shame I couldn't take a reading because you destroyed the ball... But better." Aizawa states.
Katsuki looks down at his hand, it was smoking. He hadn't let off an explosion that powerful in a long time, not since- oh no.
"Sorry I'll be back." Katsuki says as he runs off as fast as he can in the direction of the changing rooms. Aizawa shrugs his shoulders.
"... So, who's next?"
Katsuki practically knocks the door down when he enters the changing rooms, his face was pale and his breathing was all over the place, he darts into a toilet cubicle and hunches over it. Throwing up and panting. He couldn't help but feel his whole body was rigid in that moment as the entire outside world faded away. He gasps for air as he clutches onto the sides of the toilet. The only thing staying with him in that moment was the ringing in his ears and the explosion in his mind; both the one he'd just unleashed and the one that he saw blew out the Midoriya's apartment wall.
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