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【  Zero  】

❝ Prelude ; The Blasting Company ❞

The air felt hot.

Sweltering heat of the sun's rays carelessly ran along exposed cusps of supple-kissed skin.

And what hadn't been touched, would've been guarded by shaded patches provided within an umber alleyway.

Monday — August 10th, 11:45

Headlines of the morning spoke highly of the newly "ass-quainted" hero, Mount Lady.

A (young) woman outstandingly curvaceous she was— her seemingly heroic nature had been cast to the side in exchange for her greatest asset.

It was everything but unnatural.

New heroes dispersed from the shadows and into the limelight, with hopes of being acknowledged by the general public plaguing their thoughts just as much as hefty government pay.

Crime never stops.

Or at least that's the motto yet it couldn't have been denied that crime itself only rose in the heat of a crisis.

12:15

Rounded eyes knowingly peered into the darkness.

Copious amounts of intensity lingering in on a humane figure which looked to have been residing in the black.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, kid."

A delicate hum had been passed on in response,

The lurker's patterned footsteps bouncing in and around the alleyway walls.

"If I'm being honest— I completely forgot about you. no hard feelings though, right?"

Tepid fingers intricately danced along the worn in corners of a leather strap.

Whatever it had been holding up felt as if it were on its last leg yet still managed to put up a fight.

"None."

"That's a good runt"

Their knuckles felt cold,

Brushing along the high points of the younger one's cheeks in an attempt to provide some sort of un-needed yet desired comfort. Despite the childish shiver in response to their touch, it was a nice contrast against Japan's heat.

Heavy seconds whisked by; the only source of sound: an oncoming wave of pigeons, in routine of their daily round selfishly scavenging for food.

"May we go now?"

Nothing more had been said in that brief amount of time, leaving the question to linger within the air until a new statement had taken its place.

Without a second thought, their cool touch had now left the younger one's face sinisterly bare.

"Come on, we have shit to do."

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22:11

"Welcome home, {y/n}"

Her lips pursed.

That welcome was anything but warm,

An obvious string of frustration alongside early signs of crows feet lingered in on an older woman's face.

Her hair choppy, yet long— faded streaks of honey blonde highlights made it known that just a retouch, was long past due.

"Nanama.."

Soft {e/c} openly clashed with a somber grey.

Their expressions visibly different, whilst their tones pretended as if nothing was wrong, that there was no "bigger picture."

"Konpa, it's Konpa to you."

"Nanama."

The one identified as "Nanama"openly sighed.

Clasping the bridge or her nose between her ring finger and thumb gaze locked onto the newly polished floorboards, for Konpa felt that if she were to even catch a glimpse of {y/n}'s face— it wouldn't end well.

"Your school called,"

"Here we go."

"Said you didn't show up today, which is pretty weird, considering you specifically told me that you were heading to school."

"It was our last day, decided that there wasn't anything important to be discussed.. so—"

"So you ditched? Oh! and not to mention the continuous amount of times where I've told you over and over again to stop coming back so late."

"I'm sorry"

A silent but displeased chuckle racked at Nanama's chest.

The older of the two briefly clearing her throat before choosing to respond.

"No, no you're not. Because if you were.. we wouldn't have to have this conversation nightly, {y/n}. And you know it too."

She huffed.

Manually shifting her hands through the flesh of her front jean pockets whilst letting nanama vent.

"Look— I don't know what it is you do outside of school and practice.. but if it's starting to cut into your responsibilities, I have a problem."

{l/n} nodded.

Seemingly unfazed (she was) by Konpa's words having heard them many times before. Already self aware that nothing more she said would get through to her, Nanama let out yet another sorrowful sigh and nodded as well.

"Alright then..."

"I'll be in my room."

"Not so fast..."

She halted a couple paces in.

Neck painfully craning to the right of her in question of what more that woman could possibly want.

Almost as if their previous conversation hadn't taken place, Nanama smiled.

Her thin hands tightly bound between a crisp, white envelope.

"It's for you,"

{y/n} contemplated.

That, could've been one of two things.

Even so— the girl wasn't so keen on the fact konpa found (or received) something of hers and effortlessly opened it.

She hated to have her privacy invaded.

Yet it only took four measly words in order for {l/n} to put the pieces together:

"I'm proud of you."

"Ah, it's from Yuuei isn't it?"

It'd taken the woman two strides to reach her.

Gingerly passing on the metaphorical "white torch" into her own shaking hands, just watching.

"Congratulations,"

"Thank you."

Seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes would soon turn into hours.

"May I go to bed now?"

Permission was granted through yet another nod. Whatever stray hairs that managed to frame Konpa's face would've been lifted by the slight rush in air.

"Goodnight, Konpa."

"Goodnight, {y/n}."

After sometime— Nanama waited until she'd make it a way's worth down the hall before calling out to her.

"The next time you're late, I'm cutting you from practice. Understand?"

"Mm."

"Glad we're on the same page. Goodnight, {y/n}."

"Yeah,"

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一

【  One  】

❝ Elephant ; Tame Impala ❞

"Hey google, play "Elephant" by Tame Impala,"

"I'm sorry, but you currently have no internet connection. Please, try again later."

"Of course."

Tuesday — June 2nd, 09:30

The month of June, was relatively cooler.
A little too cool, especially if you didn't happen to be a Japanese local.

But today (as Nanama selfishly put it) was 
'relatively special'.

"Pardon me, girl. But please watch where you're going—"

{y/n}'s body now became warm to the touch.

A pleasant young man (on quite the skinny side) carefully grasped onto the front of her shirt as to keep her from falling.



"My apologies."



Her words were short and stiff. Much like a few strands of his violet hair which didn't look natural, yet the colour of his eyes were a completely different story.



Equally as bright, yet with a subtle hint of dullness too.

The longer {y/n} stared, more of him she managed to take in

Square brows,


Button nose,


Round face,

And heavy set circles the bold colour of night shaded directly under his bottom lashes.




"Girl"

"That isn't my name. 
please be kind."




"I don't care to know your name..."

"And I don't care to tell you."

He then let go.

Ultimately leaving the {h/c} haired girl to fend for herself— an amused sniff came forth seeing her stumble twice before standing straight.

'They'd kill you for that.'

Without a second thought, she thanked him. Hands brushing out any newly accumulated wrinkles adorning her t-shirt.




"Thank you,"



In response, the boy snarled.

Hand reaching to caress the back of his head whilst taking in her own appearance just as she did to him prior.





Full lips,


Thick {h/c} hair,


A soft {n/t}* nose,


And tired {e/c} eyes decorated with thick, black liner.








'Does she always look this... bold?'





She didn't seem like a Japanese native, that's for sure. 

Yet she spoke the language fluently and didn't act foreign.

'Possibly a mutt.'

"I take it you're done staring?"

"Yeah, there isn't much to stare at anyway."




As much as she'd wish to retort, {l/n} brushed it off. Shoving her hands into her back pockets before taking a step forwards.

The boy followed suit.

"Wait, girl—"

"I told you. My name isn't girl so don't address me as such."

"Thought I told you I don't care to know your name."

"And I thought I told you that I don't care to inform you."

"So what do I call you, other than 'girl'?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

If it hadn't been for the boisterous chatter in the city, their conversation would've been heard for miles on end.

He was losing his patience,

And she was just as close to hurting him.

Throughout their walk, it remained silent.

The occasional flock of birds and distant chatter of the adults around them drowned out any tension that remained.

Although she didn't know him, that boy's company was quite nice to {y/n}. 

Only if he kept quiet.

"Shinsō, Shinsō Hitoshi."

'That's a nice name'

"Who said I ever cared to hear your name?
{l/n} {y/n}."

"Nice name."

"Thanks."

𓃠

"{l/n} {y/n}, room 3b."

[{y/n} and that boy] arrived to Yuuei at approximately 09:58, just in time for the written exam with two minutes left to spare.

On that short journey, she learned quite a lot about him.

His name:
Shinsō Hitoshi

Age:
15

His likes:
Udon, scary movies, Lofi, giraffes and the colour green.

His dislikes:
Rock, hard rock and metal (some bands like 'dir en grey' are okay though), short nails, the countryside, nattō and her eyeliner.

Quirk:
Brainwashing

Ultimate goal:
Not only get into Yuuei, but their hero course as well.

Biggest regret:
Nothing.




Surprisingly, she managed to get a lot out of him without having to speak much.

But he couldn't say the same.

Her name:
{l/n} {y/n}

Age:
15

Her likes:
"None of your concern."

Her dislikes:
"None of your concern, but your hair."

Quirk:
"None of your concern."

Ultimate goal:
"None of your concern."

Biggest regret:
"Bumping into you.
I'm only kidding— not really."

She was quite surprised to learn that someone with a quirk as strong as his, he didn't have his heart set on becoming a villain.

Yet as much as she wanted to, {y/n} didn't ask.
It seemed like he'd heard it enough already.

13:45

"Pencils down, you have now completed the Yuuei written exam. 
Please be sure to place your booklet and writing utensil to the right of your desk,  you may now exit the room in an orderly fashion."

Finally, the exam was over.

Nearly four grueling hours of planning, pre-writing, erasing and final drafting had taken quite the toll on her mental state.

Subconsciously, she wondered how Shinsō was doing.

He looked quite nervous when they arrived, fiddling with the brass strings of his dark green pull over hoodie in an attempt to calm his nerves.

"Don't tell me you're scared."

"Shut up, girl."

"I hope you fail."

"Were you waiting for me, girl?"

Hitoshi waved.

Back pressed flush against the inner school walls.

A gruff look on his face yet his eyes held something playful.

She huffed,

Muttering a few disclosed words under her breath whilst looking him in the eye.

"Not anymore, no."

"Don't be like that, let's walk."

"Why are you talking to me again?"

"Because, you're annoying and I can't remember your name."

"Wish I could say the same about you."

"Yeah, shut it."

The weather had obtained a drastic change, the once cool atmosphere turned scorching within a matter of hours.

"Are you sure you don't want to take that off?"

He nodded.

Interlacing his fingers between the strings whilst they exited the school building.

"So..."

She coughed.

"Yeah..."

Shinsō rolled his eyes, fragments of violet eerily waving in the wind.

"You're terrible at keeping a conversation interesting,"

"Hitoshi.. I don't know you."

"Yet you're calling my by my first name?"

'It'd be so much better if he was a mute.'

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20:32

"Glad to see you've heeded my warning."

{l/n} didn't respond.

Her cotton clad shoulder roughly brushing against Konpa's before dropping a worn, black duffle bag at her feet.

"What did I tell you about dropping off your dance equipment like this, {y/n}?"

Silence.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You do one thing right and do a million others wrong."

'Oh fuck off.'

After successfully managing to tiptoe past the others, 
she'd softly bring her door to a close and strip.

Somber {e/c} optics narrowly avoiding any chance she could to look into the vanity mirror.

{y/n} absolutely hated her body.

Yet it wasn't the sight of her skin, nor the proportions of how her chest were to align with her waist....

What is revolting, is her vessel.

She could care less about what she looked like, yet the vessel she'd obtained just wasn't right for her.

It wasn't right for her quirk.

If Shinsō hadn't been so annoying, maybe she would've told him.

He looked like her, looked like a loser. 
So who would he tell?

"This is your stop— right, Shinsō?"

"Yeah... thanks, for walking me by the way."

"You're welcome."

'This. Is. Awkward.'

"Same time next week? For the physical exam—"

A vigorous shiver ran down the base of her spine as she'd openly cup her cheeks with soft {s/c} palms.

Long story short, she agreed. Making a mental note to meet him a small family grocery store the day of their physical exam.

"God, he's awkward."

A stiff but subtle knock at her window nearly caused {y/n} to jump out of her skin.

Vast tuffs of {h/c} shielded the copious amount of fear behind her eyes.

Fingers now dangerously close to the curtains, {l/n}'s  pinky swiftly cinching the sheer fabric into an open palm, before pulling it back.

"Open the fucking window, kid."

"You scared her. Relax, damn."

She took a breath.

"Oh... it's just you two."

"Yeah, now come on. We've got shit to do."

"Stop."

"Coming—"

"Don't worry about grabbing your shoes sweetheart, I got it covered."

She'd respond with a curt nod, stepping close to the bedroom window before peaking through the slight drawback.

And sure enough, it was them.

"Hurry. The. Fuck. Up."

In no time, the window was now wide open.
Granting undeniable access to the cold and any creatures searching for asylum.

{y/n}'s bare feet hit the ground first, 
only to be offered a slightly bigger pair of worn out shoes.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome,"

"Let's go."

As this had been done many times before, {y/n} had no problem following suit.

The echo of her newly worn flip-flops sounding off right behind the two retreating figures.

Times like this, she took the chance to clear her mind, nothing else was important.

"Hey kid,"

"Hm?"

"You ever plan to tell us who's your friend?"

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{n/t}*  =  nose type
I.e.; bulbous, roman, button etc.

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二

【 Two  】

❝ Eat Your Heart Out ; Iconika ❞

Over the course of next week, {y/n}'s muscles had become sinisterly sore.

Vivid shades of juniper, black and wisteria hues littered the once open spaces of her abdomen, cheeks and neck. 
And if you looked hard enough, there'd be a daring red pattern lining the skin of her thighs as well. 

"I'm going to give you till the count of 15. If you're not running by then, someone is going to get hurt. Do you understand?"

She looked over at the other for assistance;
Hands clenched between her thighs in fear of what was to come, yet that usual shade of brown {l/n} happened to be looking for, had been casted off to the side, unable to face her.

"Please," the girl tried to reason, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Ah, ah, ah,"
his breath dangerously warm— with a faint scent of (stolen) liquor.

"Come on runt, get to running. 
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen... I don't see you running."

Almost as if a fire had been lit from underneath her, {y/n} choked.

Her feet— longed to move, 
but her mind longed to reason.

In the end, she couldn't help but try.

"Please don't make me..."

"Nine, eight, seven , six."

"Please!"

"Damnit, {y/n} just run!"

And so she did.
The swollen pads of her feet blindly guiding her into the dark. 

"Two, one!"

After every training, she couldn't help but lie awake as each night managed to surpass the last.

Her own puffy fingertips eating away at the fresh set of tears pooling just below her waterline.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's over now."

{y/n} hated herself.
So much so, she wished he'd killed her. 

"Don't  baby her."

However, she hated the thought of loneliness just as much. 

Maybe even more.

"Don't  tell me what to do, you wouldn't understand."

𓃠

"Are you listening to me, {l/n}?"

Shinsō groaned.
The leftover residue of a toasted meat bun still visible on the outer corners of his lips.

{l/n} nodded, her eyes distant and comprehending as the male spoke.

Hitoshi wasn't convinced.
His teeth now tucked into a somewhat swollen cheek pocket out of annoyance for the lack of attention the {h/c} haired girl gave him.

He felt ignored in a sense, yet it wasn't out of the ordinary, since that's all {l/n} seemed to do:
ignore.

"You're a terrible liar."

In response, {y/n} clicked her tongue out of spite in hopes to get a visible rise out of him.

They've only known each other for two days, yet she could read parts of him like an open book.

Taking note of her persistence, Shinsō would turn the other cheek. 
Irritably fighting back the urge to bite down on the flesh of his bottom lip.

"Wipe your mouth," she said, 
the faintest of smiles pulling at her cheeks.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Is this really how every conversation we have going to go?"

"Hitoshi... shut it."

"Girl."

During their brief conversation, he tripped.
Audibly gasping as it was unexpected.

{y/n}, however, chose not to 
catch him.

Her eyes lazily hooking onto a relatively small boy. His hair, a mix of dull greens with matted and unkempt curls.

'Almost like a fungus .'

His brows,
thin and pencil like.




His ears
(which seemed to be his second most noticeable feature)
slightly larger than average.

His cheeks,
littered with patchy freckles fading into the rounded features of his nose.




And his lips,
delicately heart shaped.

"A-ah! forgive me!"

He'd bow.
The fabric of his black button up sliding off the skin of his neck before he'd stand straight and they'd lock eyes.

They were green.
Much like his hair, the colours were equally as dull, but the longer she stared— there'd be a slight shine to them yet hindered.

"You tripped him."

He flushed.
A sinister red creeping up the high points of slightly distinguishable cheekbones whilst he inwardly cringed— awaiting some sort of insult.

"Mm."

She clapped the skin on shinsō's back.
Her crooked fingertips hooking onto the breathable fabric of his white shirt— knowingly pulling the violet haired male closer.



Deku's eyes followed her every move.
{y/n} took notice of the way he nervously fingered the hem of his book bag straps.

"Don't touch me..."

"You're embarrassed?"

"Shut up."

Without a second thought, Shinsō weighed a tight hold against her wrist.

And {y/n} didn't retaliate,
The warmth of Hitoshi's palm beckoning her forwards and away from Midoriya.

"We're going?"

He grunted in affirmation.

Breaking her neck in the slightest, {l/n} was quite surprised to see that green boy rooted in the same spot as before.

So, she waved.

Feet dragging her forwards whilst the two headed into the doors of Yuuei.

Izuku's eyes would become wide.
Energetically waving back at her taking note on the smoothness of her {s/c} complexion integrating with the sunlight.

'I spoke to a girl!'

𓃠

"For all you examinee listeners tuning in, welcome to my show today! everybody say "hey"!"

Silence.

'That's gotta hurt...'

"What a refined response. then I'll quickly present to you the rundown on the practical exam!"

On their way in, {y/n} purposefully lost touch with Shinsō.

His internal tantrum irked at her nerves; so in response, she'd find a way out of his grasp and shuffled into the mess of the Yuuei crowd.

Safe to say— she regretted it mid-way through.

In an attempt to go back, the girl had been swept away into a vast wave of preteens and sandwiched between two other girls her age.

One had animalistic tattoos and the other was criminally shaded blue.

"Are you ready? Yeah!"

Absolute silence.

'I should have never left Hitoshi.'

"As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this!"

The screen behind their mentor shifted.

A bright sea-green caption in black lettering labeled 'you are here', 
was broadcasted before splitting off into seven different panels (labeled 'a-g').

"You can bring whatever you want with you.After the presentation, you'll head to the specified battle center, okay?"

Pure fucking silence.

"Okay?!"

{y/n} looked down at her ticket:

Examinee no.: 4903
Test location: battle center E

'The likelihood of being paired with Hitoshi surprisingly isn't slim. but I doubt he'll be happy to hear that'

"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."

"It's almost like lazer tag!"

It was the blue girl.
Her cerulean cheeks flushed navy during her 'discovery'.

{l/n} shot a sneak peak at her ticket:

Examinee no.: 23314
Test location: battle center A

"Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your quirks to earn points by immobilizing the faux villains. Of course, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited!"

"Damn,"

This time, it was the girl littered with animal tattoos.

"Sucks that we can't demolish other members. it'd be great to weed out the weak."

'I absolutely despise people like you.'

"May I ask a question?"

"Okay!"

Whomever it was that'd spoken, resided in the fifth row above them. His voice well-mannered and kind.

"On the printout, there are four types of villains. 
If that is a misprint, then Yuuei, the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake."

'He can't be serious.'

{y/n} would sigh into the palm of her hand, nonchalantly tuning out the rest of the discussion until she'd see the children rise.

Looking down at her ticket once more, 
the girl would cross her fingers in hopes that whoever she'd be up against in battle ground E were easy pickings.

Her legs were still sore from the previous night. 
That, however, didn't necessarily mean {l/n} would be at a disadvantage.
But with the lack of rest the {h/t/c}* received— she just might give out.

"Hitoshi!"

There he was, in all his melancholy.
Lips pulled into a sideways sneer, eyes narrowed— hidden hints of malice darkening his lavender optics.

"Go away."

At that {l/n} frowned
tucking her thumbs into the back pocket of her jeans in question.

He looked upset, most likely from her requited departure.

"You were mean, so i left."

Feeling un-compliant, the girl would fall into step with him. Their shoulders softly brushing against one another.

The training arena was absolutely humongous. an almost perfect replica of a major Japanese city.

"Hey, girl."

The surrounding chatter of the other examinees were so loud, the only way he'd gotten {y/n}'s attention, was by snagging a piece of her hair.

"What?"


The male shrugged, lazily scratching the back of his head whilst trying to hold back a smile.

"Be sure that you won't need saving. You can use your quirk, can't you?"

She rolled her eyes, the {e/c} hue reflecting his playful nature.

"What are you going to do to save me? Brainwash robots?"

A grim shadow overlooked hitoshi's features
"watch it."

The {h/t/c}* chuckled, brushing past Shinsō once the entrance gates opened.

"I was only kidding, now I mean it."

She'd hear him mutter a few incoherent words before the call to action was given.
Present mic's voice beckoning the potential students to begin.

"Okay, start!"

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{h/t/c}*  =  hair texture/type/colour

I.e.; curly/wavy/blonde/brunette/raven-haired

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三

【  Three  】

❝ Touch Off ; UVERworld ❞

Starting the exam, was relatively easy when you had a head start of course; and {y/n} did just that.

Once given the call to action— she took off, wasting no time whilst the others twiddled their thumbs in confusion (as they'd anticipate for there to be some sort of countdown. but as present mic stated: "there's no countdown in real life battles").

Within the first two minutes,
all was quiet. A possible scare tactic to lure the others  into thinking that any sudden movement, or no movement at all unknowingly may trigger their targets, leaving them with no other option than to "wing it".

Not like they'd have much of a choice anyway.

Yet as logical as {y/n} could be— she took whatever time appointed to her and searched for some sort of makeshift hideaway.

'These buildings are bound to have some sort of opening, right?'

It hadn't been long until the others caught up.
Obvious panic in their footfall, as they too scanned the premise in search of their targets.

Some more confident than others.

From the corner of her eye, was an almost discreet reflection of chunky metal hidden within the darkness of a narrow alleyway.

'So that's where they are, huh.'

{l/n} had to admit, they were very well hidden. If she herself hadn't been paying such close attention, it's silhouette would've never made an appearance in her eyes until it was too late.

Sandwiching herself between two neighboring buildings, the {h/t/c} would insert a calloused finger into the back of her shoes— slipping off the items, leaving her feet sinisterly bare.

'That's odd.. shouldn't the robots have been activated by now?'

And she was right.
Yet the city had remained dangerously quiet.
The only recognizable sound coming from others who shared just as much confusion.

'Either way,' she thought. 
{s/c} palms openly running along the grooves of her waist and slinking between her thighs.

'It's best not to waste time.'

From a distance she couldn't see, a camera just barely visible to the naked eye would focus in on her form.

Whomever it was watching her on the other side seemed puzzled, shifting the screen to a more public view for the others in the room as well.

"What is she doing?"

A soft patch of red encased the viewers' faces. Some choosing to look away out of pride or sheer embarrassment.

"This feels wrong.."

{y/n} would rhythmically rock her hips forward, a binding feeling creeping up the grooves of her toes — now dispersing throughout her chest.

"Start the robots,"

"On it."

A pair of steel eyes managed to stay interlocked on the young girl despite the odd way she moved. Her once fluid actions now becoming sickeningly stiff, almost as if she were board.

"It might be her quirk, someone close in on her face and find her request form."

A soft wirr like noise emitted from a nearby building, and {l/n} felt the binding increase. Its stiffness now weighing in on her chest as the city rumbled.

Taking a shaky step forwards— a pulsing feeling raced up her darkened flesh, creating an uncomfortable stiffness when she'd walk.

Lightened eyes bashfully peaked around the corner;

Distant cries from the other participants signified that they encountered the robots, which only pushed {y/n} further— coaxing the girl into stepping out of her hiding place and walk the distance in search of a target.

"... and I got it."

Tender fingers softly prodded against the thick onyx buttons of a keyboard. Quick thumbs manually jiggling against the space bar before hitting 'enter'.

A grateful sigh escaped the person beside them, smiling in appreciation once her request form was found.

"Alright, now let's see what all that was about."

At the five minute mark, 
numerous robots had already been taken down at the hands of eager teens— 

Spare scraps of metal fell from the sky in bulk, leaving {y/n} no other choice but to watch her step in hopes to avoid being crushed.

Although there was a set amount of time left, {y/n} felt cornered. Her best bet of getting a few points in was to steal a target, but how ?

'Come on, think.'

"Her name is {l/n} {y/n}, and she attended Karasuno Middle School—"

Much like the night before, she'd allow her bare feet to blindly guide her throughout the course. A solidified {e/c} willfully searching for some sort of 'damsel in distress'.

"Says here, that she applied for Yuuei through letter of recommendation, one specific signature from a biology major? Currently her written exam scores are still being graded."

"Look out!"

Eerily snapping her neck forwards, the first thing she'd come to notice— was a mess of violet coloured hair.

"Hitoshi?"

There Shinsō stood, hands raised to the sky with his palms openly facing towards a zero pointer.

'What's his problem?'

The male seemed perplexed.
Intensely scuffling backwards the closer it came.

"Out of the way!" He cried, voice noticeably cracking from fear. It hadn't taken long for the girl to realize was happening:

'He can't use his quirk..'

"Hitoshi!"

Unsure of what to do, she'd find herself sprinting in his direction. The girl's palm genuinely outstretched towards Shinsō in longing.

"Quirk wise— she was suspended for assaulting a student in grade 7, a written apology was demanded and received yet when asked for context on the matter, she refused to answer."

"Sounds troublesome.."

"Not only that— she tends to have an excess amount of absences yet managed to pass with flying colours. In her last year she was scheduled to take an after school course to make up for said absences although she had no failing classes."

The brush of {y/n}'s fingertips dug into the fat of hitoshi's waist, as she pulled him into her chest.

The female's chin selfishly found home within his neck— eyes closed, before her free hand took the form of a tightly bound fist, and mashing it down against the pavement.

"I'm not sure how to feel about her."

"Me neither, but you've got to admit—"

Hushed murmurs encased the now pixelated images of their computer screen. There {l/n} stood, a hefty cloud of dust slowly but surely dispersing itself from around her form and into the air.

In front of what used to be her (stolen) target, the mass had been submerged beneath sickle cracks within the concrete— her free hand limply hanging onto the warmth of Hitoshi's skin as she aimed to balance the two while standing in the wake of a decent sized crater.

"She knows how to use her quirk."

𓃠

Shinsō came in the morning.

A blinding white light encapsulating his vision, his pale palms grazing the crisp feel of thin spreadsheets as he'd take in his surroundings.

Boxed in by four chartreuse walls, a slender woman was seated at the foot of his bed. Her hair an eerie shade of lilac and thin pencil-like lips, but her eyes were kind.

"Mom?"

She said nothing, carefully running a soft hand through his hair before pressing a somber thumb against his cheek.

A beige glint caught his eye— the boy pulled away from his mother's touch instinctively reaching out to whatever it was in his presence.

"The box" he muttered. Hitoshi's mom sat still before complying. Her thin arm reached out towards the contraption before handing it to her son.

"I'm really proud of you, y'know... never forget that."

Shinsō nodded, grateful for the woman's words and the way she up and left— he wanted to be alone. 
Slowly but surely he'd peel back the already opened letter-based box in waiting. 

Inside; was a small black cylinder, the letters "U.A." printed at the top in bold. Swallowing thickly, the violet haired male tapped the black puck: and out came a light.

"— due to your hard work and heroic nature, we proudly welcome you with open arms into class 1-a. But a word of advice Ms. {l/n}, we won't go to great lengths to keep you in line... so please, be better and remember to : go beyond plus ultra!"

There Nezu stood, the shining gold lettering of "plus ultra"  placed beneath him as {y/n} watched the hologram on repeat with wide eyes.

She wasn't sure how to feel.
Nezu's words were slightly ominous, yet his tone of voice left her unable to completely register just how she truly felt about the current situation at hand.

"I..."

A soft set of hands caressed her shoulders. The intense smell of melon and peach made her feel slightly nauseous the longer she stood in question.

"You did it, sweetheart."

"I made it..."

Soft chuckles rasped out into the night sky. Burnt out cigarette shavings lined the feet of another, his breath warm before he'd place a calloused palm atop the {h/t/c}'s head.

"Good job, We're proud of you."

"What now?"
The question rolled off her tongue like wildfire. Excitement now beginning to settle in before it came to a halt once matched with dark brown eyes.

"Now," she quipped. 
Her own gaze locked with {y/n}'s before caressing the smoothness in the child's cheeks. 

"This is where the real fun begins."