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Today was the day…
Today would decide over your future, whether you would be accepted into U.A. or not. Today was the day of the entrance exam and you were shitting your pants.
This was your only chance to get into the best hero academy in Japan, your only chance of figuring out how to control your quirk properly, to grow stronger and redeem yourself.
Everyone was gathered in front of a huge gate. Looking around you, all you could see were kids mentally preparing themselves for the fight. Some of the kids were already wearing some kind of hero costume to enhance their power.
“Fucking ridiculous,” you mumbled while looking down at your casual outfit.
You were just wearing normal jeans with a leather jacket above your plain white t-shirt. The other contestants were making you nervous, which made you click your boots together and shuffle around uncomfortably.
‘Why am I even nervous? I have the advantage of being able to hack everything that has a technological circuit.’
You inherited that quirk from your father or at least, you thought you did for the longest time. Turns out it was a little more complicated than that.
—–Flashback—–
The doctor was looking at your test results, brows furrowed. He looked up at you for a second but quickly returned to reading through the many documents in front of him. He paused again and looked back up at you with a look of confusion plastered on his face.
Your parents were getting nervous and growing slowly impatient.
“Well, Doctor? Do you know what’s wrong with her eyes?” your mother finally broke the silence, not being able to withstand the tension any longer.
“Well, at first we thought she just inherited both of your powers,” the doctor began cautiously. “She is obviously able to hack and manipulate computers and other pieces of technology, like you Mr. L/N. She also has your physical abilities Mrs. L/N. Her reflexes are amazing and she’s incredibly fast and strong for someone her age.”
“Yes, we know that much already, but what about her eyes and hair changing colors?” your father asked, growing even more impatient.
“Well, I looked through your family tree and the documented entries about the abilities of your relatives,” the doctor said, shuffling through his papers and glancing up at you every now and then as if you were some sort of delightful specimen. “Apparently, way back, you had a relative whose powers could be described as a copycat.”
“So what you’re telling us is that she didn’t inherit our powers. She just copied them?” your mom asked confused.
“Indeed.”
“Do you know anything else about her abilities? How they work or what the color change means?” your father kept pushing, wanting answers for his questions.
“Every time she uses her quirk, her eyes change to the color of the person’s who’s quirk she’s copying. However, she doesn’t have a typical copy quirk. She doesn’t have to touch the person before she copies them, also she doesn’t really have a specific time limit to her powers. Most copycats can only use their power for roughly 5 minutes,” the doctor examined you closely again.
“Although, that doesn’t mean your daughter doesn’t have a limit of using her powers. The moment she exhausts herself or loses focus and control, her hair will change to the color of the person’s hair she is copying. Just like her eyes. If that happens, all her powers will suddenly vanish. We’re not sure how long the effects of overuse will last, we’ll have to run tests to be certain, but we’ve estimated somewhere around half an hour.”
“Oh… I see,” your mother said, looking at you with a concerned expression on her face. “Well, how does she activate her quirk if it’s not through touch?”
The doctor winced and leaned in towards your mother’s ear. He whispered something and your mother’s face paled.
“O-Oh, okay then,” your mother stammered, avoiding your curious gaze. “Y-Yes, I’ll tell her.”
—–Flashback end—–
All the information was just too much for you back then. You didn’t even know you were copying your parents, you thought you had their quirks naturally.
You didn’t have anyone to teach you how to control your quirk or even use it properly which was why you had to get into U.A.
Your powers were fucking useless. Well, not really useless, per se, but they weren’t… conventional.
If you couldn’t handle your own power, at least you could perfect your body and the physical abilities that you copied from your mother. It isn’t All Might level strength but you were a bit quicker on your feet and stronger than the average person.
Those hard years of training really paid off and you knew that you weren’t fragile and could stand your ground in a fight. You had practically perfected the use of your parent’s quirks to the point that you had practically no limit to either of them.
The sudden yelling around you pulled you back into reality. Present Mic was standing on a tower near the gate. He smiled mischievously. The next thing you heard was: “What are you waiting for? There won’t be a countdown! Better hurry to get those points you got 9 minutes left!”
Before the words even sunk in, your legs were already carrying you through the open gate. You were running alongside so many other kids who could be your future classmates, but right now they were competition and you weren’t gonna lose this test.
You were sprinting full-on, wanting to put as much distance as possible between you and your competitors. It didn’t take long for you to be part of the few people in the front. Everyone quickly spread out through the fake city, not wanting to have other people claiming their points.
As you ran through the streets of the modeled city, you spotted a robot in a narrow alleyway.
It detected your presence almost immediately, whirling around to face you. Its arms flailed in stiff motions, steam coming out of its sides, red lights focusing on your body, trying to hit you. Instead of trying to face it head-on, you ran as fast as you could and slid under the machine. You popped up on the other side and pressed your two palms flat to the cold metal, activating your quirk and shutting down the robot’s circuits.
You let out a sharp breath through your nose, a proud grin appearing on your face “Hm.. 3 points? Easy! I was scared for nothing, I guess.” Feet carrying you already further down the alley, you didn’t even look when the processor of the robot overheated and finally exploded.
You tallied your points mentally, keeping track of your kills as best as you could. The robots popped up like bugs. It was safe to say that you didn’t need to search for them because they just appeared around you, leaving you no time for a break. Then again, who even wants a break when every second counts?
Suddenly, you heard a speaker crackling to life, followed by a loud voice ringing through your ears. “4 minutes left! Better make ‘em count!”
With your father’s quirk, it was easy to destroy the robots without even breaking a sweat. Everything was running smoothly until they unleashed the 0-pointer.
You were running down the main road when the voice came back through the speakers. Just as the man told you and everyone else the remaining time, a huge robot appeared right in front of you. For a 0 point robot, that thing was waaaay too huge and powerful.
“Are they trying to kill us?” you mumbled angrily, adrenaline rushing through your system and making your muscles tense even more.
The robot towered over probably half of the fake city, arms deadly with spikes and other shit you didn’t want to look at. You could hear gasps and screams around you, followed by kids running in the other direction far away from the murderous thing. You were about to run away too when a blond boy caught your attention in the corner of your eye. The 0-pointer wasn’t even 20 meters away, but firecracker dude just kept on blowing up the other robots around him.
“What the fuck is this idiot doing? Does he want to get killed?” you growled through gritted teeth, running straight toward the danger.
You didn’t really think about what you were doing. Your legs were carrying you as fast as possible towards the blond boy. Your heart dropped and your breath got caught in your throat the moment you saw the deadly arm of the robot heading straight for firecracker boy.
The next thing you know, you had shoved the boy out of the way and took the hit for him. Not a second later, you could feel one of the spikes slicing through the surface of your shoulder, leaving a nasty scratch. A piece of heavy debris instantly hit the ground where the two of you were standing seconds ago.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, SHITTY GIRL?!” the blond screamed at you as you coughed and groaned, trying to put pressure on your bleeding wound.
“THAT’S NOT THE NICEST THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE WHO JUST SAVED YOUR STUPID LIFE, ASSHAT!” you yelled back with just as much anger, hurling yourself up and at another robot, not wasting any time on gaining points.
You heard a frustrated roar from the boy who just catapulted himself right back into the fight beside you. A loud siren snapped you out of your rage. “The U.A. entrance exam is over!” and just like that, all of the robots that weren’t defeated shut down.
Exhaustion washed over you and you fell down on your knees, clutching your bleeding shoulder. The adrenaline started to wear off and was replaced with burning pain.
“Oh dear, that is a nasty scratch! Let me help you,” an old lady in front of you said.
‘Where the hell did she come from?’ you thought, following her every move curiously.
She reached out and planted a kiss on your skin. A warm tickling feeling spread through your body and just like that the wound and the accompanying pain were gone.
“Ummmm, t-thank you very much!” you said in astonishment.
“No worries, my dear!” she waved you off, heading straight for the next injured kid.
The old lady left and in her place, a fuming blond boy appeared.
“I don’t need saving from anyone, especially not some weak ass girl like you!” he said angrily, though it sounded more like a growl to you.
Being flattened by that stupid robot would be more pleasant than dealing with this ungrateful shitstain in front of you.
‘Is a thank you too much to ask for these days?’
“I lost important time because of your stupidity!” he kept on yelling.
“STUPIDITY?! YOU KNOW WHAT?! NEXT TIME, I’LL LET THAT ROBOT SLICE YOU TO BITS, ASSHAT!” you burst out. Flames were probably coming from your eyes, mentally burning the blond boy.
“HAAH, DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH, SHITFACE! THERE WON’T BE A NEXT TIME! THEY DON’T ALLOW WEAKLINGS LIKE YOU INTO U.A.!” the blond boy yelled, catching the attention of everybody around you. He stomped away, followed by shocked looks.
You growled lowly in your throat, forcing the frustrated tears back. You were clenching your fists so hard that your nails were cutting into the palms of your hand. You didn’t want to admit that his words had cut even deeper than that stupid robot.