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Today sucked.

Really sucked.

They’d recently gotten this job because it was meant to be a quiet nine to five position where they could focus on their hobbies while being paid, otherwise known as: the dream .

They work in a store that caters to the upper classes, it’s a clothing store that's usually quiet. Probably because life isn’t fair and the amount of people with enough money to make casual purchases from these types of establishments is too few for it to ever be busy.

But not today.

Because today the entire store was full of a lot of people all wearing black suits and sunglasses. They were sure that these people were part of some organised crime shit. Maybe some mob boss's daughter needed a new winter wardrobe, or something.

The people in black suits weren’t loud themselves. Mostly it was just a lot of shuffling around as they looked through clothing rakes, although, some of them were taking selfies with some of their more… outrages pieces of clothing. But at least they were being quiet about it.

Although the majority of people in the store were being relatively quietthe store was still filled with the obnoxious chatter from what workers could only guess, based off of their eavesdropping, were a pair of siblings. A pair of siblings who were in a disagreement because one of them didn’t want to do something and the other, even though they tried to hide it, was really excited about the thing the other didn’t want to do.

And now, because of all the chatter they have to eavesdrop on, they can’t focus on their hobbies . How are they supposed to think about gay shit under these conditions? What’re they supposed to do now, work?? No???

What this poor worker didn’t know was that these ‘ siblings ’ in question, dear reader, were our very own Port Mafia members; Nakahara Chuuya and Kouyou Ozaki. And what is it you ask what has led to this disagreement? Well, prior to this they were in a meeting with several other Port Mafia members, including the boss. The meeting in question was about the situation between the heroes and the villains and what had been happening outside of Yokohama. Do you see where I'm going with this, dear reader?

High above Yokohama's skyline, at the very top of a towering black building, a meeting was taking place between numerous members of the Port Mafia.

The boss of the Port Mafia, Mori Oguai, was standing near the window looking out to the city below. The sun was setting, and as time passed and the sky darkened a glow from far away became brighter until a dome surrounding Yokohama became clear.

Mori hummed and considered the situation.

‘Villain’s’ had always skulked around the outside of yokohama. Lured in by the idea of a city run by a criminal organisation, likely hoping to attach themselves to this criminal organisation and live on with a cushy lifestyle. Too bad for them, but the Port Mafia had no interest in helping two-bit criminals whose only selling points were their useless quirks.

But recently, in addition to these villains, there had also been others that appeared to be more organised. Multiple of his subordinates had spotted these groups trying to appear inconspicuous. It appeared that these groups were making a large effort to get within the dome. This had needed to be investigated and after sending some people out to gather information it was revealed that these criminals were working for a little organisation called ‘The League of Villains’. A very on the nose name for a group of villains being led by a gamer. Although Mori was sure that this group wasn’t actually being led by this ‘Shigaraki tomura’ but instead by a man Mori had been aware of for quite some time.

All For One, a proud man with such large ideals. He’d been around for so long you’d think he’d eventually grown some brains and figured out how to tell when he was batting above his level. Mori knew that All For One had attempted to have dealings with the previous Port Mafia boss in the past. But, upon meeting the previous boss, had decided dealing with the boss’s lucincy wasn’t worth the little power he’s judged to gain from working with them.

So why try to get into the Port Mafia’s territory? Was he trying to take over the Port Mafia and use their assets for his own gain? Most likely, but he couldn’t be sure.

He needed more information.

Behind Mori the group traded glances. Was he going to start talking soon? Were they meant to be doing something?

This was getting boring, Dazai thought. They’d all been brought up here and all they’d done so far is stand around doing nothing while watching their boss have his little inner monologue.

And the light from the sun setting was starting to get in his eyes, what a pain. Dazai averted his gaze and looked down towards his right where his new partner was standing. They’d only been working together for a couple of months now but Dazai had already been having so much fun riling up Chuuya! Thinking about all the trouble he’s caused for Chuuya brought a… special smile to his face.

Chuuya, sensing the emanate danger, looked up towards his partner. He glared and tilted his head. It was somewhat new, this silent language of theirs, and they were still working out the kinks, but it worked well enough in this situation. ‘What the fuck do you want, bastard?’ his expressions said.

But Dazai’s expression only seemed to say one thing in return:

‘Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya!’

Chuuya scowled back at him. Was he misunderstanding the message or was Dazai just being annoying?

‘Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuuuuuya~’

Yeah, he’s just being annoying.

The only thing left to do was launch a counter attack!

‘Dazai, Dazai, Dazai, Dazai!’

To the others in the room, this back and forth just looked like the two were pulling increasingly odd faces at one another. Standing next to Chuuya, Kouyou, who had been zoning out thinking about what tea she should have when she finally got to sit down, took notice of the two and pulled Chuuya from the back of his collar, closer to her before the interaction could turn physical. Besides this, the two continued pulling faces at each other; much to Kouyou’s chagrin.

On the other side of the line of people stood one of the newest members, Gin. She’d been entertaining herself by looking at the clouds and deciding what they looked like, but it was starting to get old. There are only so many sausage shaped things each cloud could be.

She turned to look up at her superior, Hirotsu, and gave him a deadpan stare. Hirotsu didn’t need to know some crazily complicated silent language to understand what Gin was trying to say. He looked over to Kouyou and saw that she was still preoccupied. He sighed, guessing it was his time to step up.

“Boss”

Mori paused his considerations and turned slightly to face the group behind him. Seeing this the duo that was getting rowdy were quickly grabbed by Kouyou and held still.

“Yes, Hirotsu?”

“Apologise for interrupting, but you called us all up here for a reason?”

“Ah, yes” Mori turned around to face his subordinates. “It’s come to my attention that some members of the outside world are trying to make their way inside ours

“Something’s starting beyond the dome, and they want us involved. Our knowledge about this group is somewhat outdated, and before I can decide what our stance will be in this I need more information”.

Mori turned back around to face the window, looking out over at the dome. “You will all be leaving Yokohama. Some of you will be crafting new identities and living in their society, while others will be moving in and out, circling information around.”

Mori spun back around to face the window. Everyone stood quiet, waiting for their assignments. (And wondering why Mori wouldn’t stop spinning around. Maybe he’s trying to shake the jitters out of his legs after standing in the same place for so long).

“Hirotsu, you and the black lizards will be moving in between the others and helping them out with maintaining their cover.  

“Kouyou, you will be infiltrating a criminal organisation known as the ‘Shie Hassaikai’. They’re a weak group, but it seems like they will eventually try to start something, so you will be keeping an eye on them for the time being.

“Dazai, you will be accessing their own criminal underworld while masquerading as a minor villain. Keep out of the spotlight and stay away from the centre for now, slowly integrate yourself into the fold as necessary”

Standing next to Chuuya, Dazai inaudibly groaned, showing his dissatisfaction for the role. Chuuya laughed quietly, knowing that Dazai hated missions that would take so much work and last so long. Then he realised that he wasn't included in the explanation. Did that mean he and Dazai were working separately? Which would be fine if so! Dazai was so annoying to work with!! If they were both busy with different tasks for who knows how long then Dazai wouldn't be able to tease him and Chuuya could finally get some peace and quiet!…

“...As a heroine in training” Mori continued through Chuuyas inner monologue.

Heroine in training? Who could that be? Gin? Ane-san??? They both already had roles to play, but there were no other women here. Chuuya looked around at the others in the line for whoever that was about, but they were all facing him. He looked up towards Dazai, who was looking at him with authentic shock and confusion, an expression that Chuuya rarely ever got to see on his face. Then he turned to look at Kouyou who was wide eyed with a shocked open mouth that was slowly turning into a smile.

“Chuuya? Did you understand that?” Mori was facing the group again. “You’ll be going undercover at UA as a heroine in training”

… Heroine?

HEROINE?!

“Ane-san!! I don’t need any of this!” Chuuya slumped down onto one of the many provided setting areas. Why are there so many couches in these stores?? Chuuya had read somewhere that USB’s get heavier when they have data on them, maybe it was the same for bank cards?? The more money that had on them the heavier they were. That would explain all the couches… if someone was carrying around something really heavy they’d want to take breaks occasionally. Wait no, that didn’t sound right. Where did he hear the thing about USB’s? Probably Dazai. Fucking liar.

“You’re going undercover, Chuuya. You need to look the part” Kouyou tightly explained whilst moving through the racks of clothing. Kouyou could act serious all she wanted, Chuuya knew how excited about all this she really was. Especially after seeing her reaction when they heard the news.

She was smiling!

At his pain!!

Kouyou turned back around with a dress in her hands. “How about this one?”

“I don’t need dresses! The only new clothes I need to get is a uniform!” Chuuya exclaimed before falling back on the chair in a limp starfish pose.

“But what about when you go out? To keep up appearances you’ll need to make friends with your cohort, and that means going out to social events” Kouyou was definitely more excited about this than he was. Which wasn’t a surprise considering what he had figured out in the last couple of months after meeting Kouyou.

Chuuya knew that Kouyou didn’t really want him doing work for Mori. Sometimes, instead of going on missions, Kouyou would lie to Mori and say that they were busy, then they would just sit and drink tea together. Chuuya knew Kouyou didn’t like Mori very much, she never said anything, but he could tell that she didn’t agree with his actions. But he was the better alternative, especially considering who was in charge before.

Because of this, it wasn’t insane to think that Kouyou would be happy if he were out of the city, with the added bonus of having to pretend to be a normal teenager. Kouyou was always trying to get Chuuya to hold on to his childhood. But Chuuya didn’t think he had much of that left, besides this was his job now. And jobs are meant to take up your entire life, your every waking hour, right?? 

Also Kouyou really wanted a little sister.

“You’ll be amongst heroes, Chuuya. And even though you haven’t been in the mafia long you’ve already gained some notoriety outside of Yokohama because of that… incident”

Oh my god, she’s talking about that isn’t she! She said she’d drop it!!

“That wasn't my fault! That was Dazai’s!!” The incident she was referring to was something that happened just last month. Because of Dazai’s status as the next in line to be boss, Mori had sent him off to another branch in France, to build connections. And since being next in line would attract people wanting to harm the Port Mafia, Chuuya was sent along as backup. Also, Chuuya wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to go to France, come on, it's France! The place Chuuya was going to live one day once he took it over and erected his palace on top of the eiffel tower!!

However, that mission didn’t end up going too great. Actually, it ended up with a few broken buildings, a couple of dead government officials and a fresh new bounty. But Chuuya had already been grounded for it all! He served his time! So why does Kouyou keep bringing it up??

Kouyou huffed, but not really, cause she’s a sophisticated lady, so she did whatever the equivalent was. “... As I was saying. Because of your new status as a ‘villain’ there’s a large chance you’ll be recognised. But at the same time if you were to wear a wig it might fall off during training, the same with any temporary facial modifications. And if you were to dye your hair, someone might notice your roots growing in. And if you used eye contacts your sight would be obstructed.”

Deciding the clothing in her hand wasn’t worth buying, Kouyou turned around to put it back in the clothes rack. “The best disguise is not just changing your appearance, but also changing how people view you as a person. Thus disguising your gender and personality.”

“I already knew all that” Chuuya rolled off the side of the chair onto the floor “But i don’t need to wear expensive dresses and skirts for people to think i’m a girl. I should be able to just tell them that for them to leave it alone.” Chuuya didn’t really understand why people were so attached to gender roles and stereotypes, maybe it’s because he spent a lot of his earlier years without it. That was why he didn’t really care about having to be a girl for this mission, he’d still be Chuuya regardless of what people assumed he had in his pants.

Which is why he shouldn’t have wear any of those expensive dresses Kouyou was looking at. Girls wear hoodies and jeans all the time! Why couldn’t he?!

Chuuya wasn’t really used to luxury just yet, it hadn’t been long since he was sleeping on the floor and had only one set of clothes to his name. He liked wearing expensive clothing, it was so much softer than the stuff he used to get, but it was still weird spending that much money on it.

Kouyou looked down at Chuuya on the floor “Chuuya, I understand this will be hard for you. We’ve only just started on your undercover training, this mission will be very exhausting and emotionally draining for you. Keeping up a thorough cover for so long would do that to any professional”. She knelt down and patted his head until he relented and made eye contact. “If there’s anything i can do to make this experience easier for you just say the word and it’ll be done”

Chuuya thought for a second. He didn’t think it was going to be as hard as Kouyou was saying, or at least it wouldn’t be for those reasons. But he knew that being in this store definitely wouldn’t help with what he was actually worried about. “... I’ve never been to school before. or hung around normal teenagers before. I don’t know what to expect.”

Kouyou smiled. “Well, there’s only one thing that can help with that” she got up and started walking towards the exit. Chuuya got up to follow, a confused look on his face, before he could ask Kouyou answered. “Come along now Chuuya, no use wasting our time here. We have some research to conduct.”

They spent the next couple of days binge watching various dramas centred around highschools and Chuuya felt both more prepared and scared of what was to come.

(Fanart I drew bellow)

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Chuuya sat on a stool at a kitchen counter, biting his pencil and glaring down at the textbook in front of him. Dazai, sitting on said kitchen counter, laughed and continued swinging his legs.

Chuuya tossed his pencil at Dazai. “If you’re not going to help then why are you here?!”

Dazai grabs the pencil out of the air before it can hit him in the face. “I am helping! It’s not my fault that Chuuya has a tiny tiny brain” Dazai exaggerated each ‘tiny’ by booping Chuuya on the nose before Chuuya whacked it out of his hand. The two of them watched as it went flying and hit one of the nondescript mafia members carrying around boxes.

“Ow! ”

“Sorry Tanaka-san!”

“It was Chuuya’s fault, Tanaka-san!”

“No the fuck it wasn’t!”

“You’re the one that hit it out of my hand, which means~ you did it <3.”

“Bullshit! I wouldn’t have hit it if you hadn’t been so annoying and had actually been helping me like you said you would!”

Dazai watched as Chuuya face planted onto his text book and continued yelling muffled profanities. He sighed, Chuuya was taking this all too seriously.

Chuuya was moving into his new apartment today, or atleast, he was watching as some mafia grunts moved in for him. Their missions were about to start soon. Dazai would need to start lurking around various places soon and Chuuya’s entrance exam was the following week.

The two of them probably wouldn’t see each other for a while after everything was set into motion. Not that Dazai cared! Not seeing Chuuya all the time was a god send! With him busy Dazai wouldn’t have to deal with the yapping dog that Chuuya tended to be.

Yep yep yep!

Dazai was really excited to have a break from Chuuya!

Which is exactly why he was here.

To, uh….

Make sure Chuuya got into UA so the mission could progress normally?

Sure, yep! That works.

No need to think about this weird feeling any longer!

Haha!

…

Anyway

“Oi fucker. What does this mean?”

Dazai shook his head to clear his unimportant thoughts. He looked down at where Chuuya was pointing.

“What about it? It’s a normal maths equation”

“If it’s a normal maths equation, then why the fuck does it have letters in it?!”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After everything had been unpacked and all of the mafia grunts had left, a short, annoying conversation had taken place with a neighbour who was being nosy about why all the people had been there;

‘My, uh… family’s really rich??? So we were able to afford an expensive moving company to help out? That’s why they work like that, it’s the standard uniform’

‘Matching black suits and ties are the standard uniform for a moving company?’

‘It’s a really expensive moving company’

Luckily Dazai was still there to calm any ruffled feathers with distracting complements. After that Dazai just stayed. Chuuya thought maybe Dazai had already done all of his prep work for his mission, before realising it was far more likely he was just slacking and decided to just let it be.

There was another attempt to study, but Dazai quickly managed to turn it into a competition and they spent the rest of the night playing video games before passing out on the couch.

Upon waking up and making the bare bones of breakfast, Chuuya considered his next step. He needed to go shopping and grab some more food and some essentials. It would also be a good chance to try out his disguise….

But first things first.

Dazai was tossed out of his apartment kicking and screaming, enough so that the nosy neighbour from the day before poked their head out to glare at them.

“Chuuuuuuya~!” Dazai groaned from the ground. “You said you needed help studying, I can’t help you from down here!!”

“I don’t need your help! Get lost!! I have other things to do and so do you!”

“Urghhhhhhhhh ”

Chuuya slammed the door closed and left Dazai rolling around on the ground.

He leaned his back against the door and looked around his apartment. It was decently sized, not out of ordinary for a highschool student living alone on their parents dime. 

Chuuya had only been without the sheep for a couple of months now. When he had lived with them everything they'd had as a group, nothing was individually owned, and as such, at the time Chuuya didn’t have much to call his own. 

Since joining the mafia this had changed somewhat, not enough to make his apartment not look sparsely decorated, but it was a start. Maybe Chuuya could grab some things while he was out…

He walked to his room and opened his wardrobe and stood in front of the mirror next to it.

“Time to get started.” Chuuya said while cracking his knuckles.

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Ochako was having an okay day. Sure, she’d woken up feeling worried and stressed but a quick call to her parents had helped that. Independence was something she was still learning, but she was getting better at it! She was even on her way to buy some groceries! All by herself…

Which was fine! This was just a new challenge. Once she got into UA she would have to deal with much tougher challenges everyday, and even more once she became a pro hero!

She just needed to pass the entrance exam first.

No biggy.

(The stress vomit she’d left in the sink a couple of hours ago begged to differ, but vomit can’t talk so shh)

Ochako slapped her cheeks in an attempt to clear her mind. Everything will be fine as long as she tries her hardest! Then, if she didn’t get in, she would know that heroism just wasn’t for her and she wouldn’t be able to make excuses for herself. She’d be able to give up fully and commit herself to something else. 

But what else could she do to make money?

Crypto maybe? 

…

Nah, that’s dumb.

Ochako pushed it out of her mind. It wouldn't matter until after the entrance exam, she’ll just ignore the building pressure of her doomed future for now. She has more important things to do; maintaining her food budget.

She stood there in the shop aisle, glaring at the food in front of her. Should she get a pack of six discounted coffee jellies, or one slightly larger one for the same price? Judging purely based on the price tag, it would make sense that the more expensive one is better tasting, but is it wiser to hold quality over quantity?

Uhhhh…

She’ll just get the six pack.

Oh, wait, maybe…

Maybe she should get the fancy one…

“Urgh! Why is it so hard to decide?!”

Yes! Exactly what Ochako was thinking, disembodied voice. It was too hard to decide!

She turned towards the end of the aisle, there standing in front of a discounted fruit section was a short, redhead girl. A girl who was repeating ‘shit’ to herself quietly, progressively getting more and more angry.

She looks scary!

Ochako observed quietly, taking in her appearance. She seemed a bit dressed up for a trip to the grocery store, a cute dress and makeup. But it didn’t really suit her, and Ochako could tell from her posture how uncomfortable she was. Ochako considered this, maybe she was over compensating? The girl looked to be about her age, maybe she was in a similar situation of new independence and was feeling a similar way Ochako was!

If that was the case, maybe they could be friends? If they were around the same age and lived in the same area, maybe it was worth going to talk to her.

“Shit!”

Even if she was kinda scary.

As if feeling Ochako’s eyes on her back, she turned around, “What the fuck do you want?!”

“Oh, uhh, nothing. I just heard you yelling, do you need help with something?”

Ochako watched as the girl considered her. “Huh? Why would you help? You don’t work here”

“Haha” Ochako nervously chuckled, maybe friendship was a bad call. “No, you’re right, i don’t. I just thought that i uhh…” Oh, man. This was really awkward. Quick, Ochako, think of a way you can leave quickly. “Ah, i almost forgot, i need to–”

“Is that coffee jelly in your hand? Where’d you find that?” Suddenly the girl was in front of her, looking at the jelly she had in her hand.

“Yeah, i got it from over there” She pointed back where she came from, at the tall stand that held the items that had, only a few minutes ago, been a great stress for her, only to be quickly overshadowed by a loud, tiny, redhead. Said loud, tiny redhead sprinted past her towards the stand and skidded to a halt right in front of it.

Okacho followed, she still hadn’t made up her mind about what type she wanted. She stood next to the girl in silence for a couple of seconds, the two of them both considering the options.

“Why the fuck are there so many tough decisions to make?” The girl mumbled quietly to herself. She’d calmed down a bit, like the appearance of deserts had temporarily distracted her from whatever had made her so angry in the first place.

“Haha! Yeah, I was in the same situation just before! They really don’t make it easy, huh?”

“Yeah, I was starting to get that picture.”

“Oh, is this your first time shopping alone too?”

“Kinda, and all the places I’d shopped at before were smaller and didn’t have nearly as many options.”

Alright Ochako. It’s time to use those friendship muscles you’ve been training all these years, your time spent as the bubbly approachable girl was not in vain!

“Here’s an idea!”

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“So that’s why you were so mad earlier?”

The two girls had finished their shopping together and made their way outside to a nearby park bench, where they shared their coffee jelly. To any onlookers that appeared to be close friends, gossiping over treats.

The redhead nodded “Yep. I kicked him out earlier today cause he wasn’t helping me study and he’s been blowing up my phone ever since.” She turned her phone to show what she was talking about. The entire screen was full of messages that were quickly moved up as new ones were added, and from what the brunette could make out, they were all insults targeted at the redhead. Or at least, Ochako thought they were, it was kinda hard to tell, they all seemed like inside jokes.

Ochako took another bite of her jelly, it was a bit hard because of the big smile on her face. But could you blame her? She’d made her first highschool friend! Before she’d even started!! And it wasn’t just that, her new friend was also so cool!

The brunette thought over all she’d learned about her new friend. After they’d been talking for a while and she’d started to get more comfortable, Ochako realised that her new friend was really emotive. She was also kinda rude, but in a way that showed confidence and made Ochako instantly respect her. 

And she wasn’t that scary, she’d just been angry cause her friend had been annoying her, completely understandable!

…

She was still a little scary.

But in a fun way!

“Are you studying for entrance exams?” Ochako struggled to keep her hopes down. Maybe she was applying to UA? They could be future classmates!! She was probably reaching a bit far with that one, there was a chance the redhead wasn’t interested in heroics at all! And even if she was there’s no guarantee they’d both get accepted.

Her new friend didn’t have a visible quirk, but something about her reminded Ochako of some of her favourite heroes. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it made Ochako want to blindly follow her into battle!

That was a little dramatic, but you get the picture.

“You guessed it, and I'm having a total blast.” The redhead grumpily shoved more coffee jelly into her mouth. After an audible swallow she turned back to Ochako. “And you? You’re probably in a similar situation too, right?”

“You’re not wrong about that. But I'll probably just end up cramming a couple of days before.”

“Smart, smart” The redhead nodded, contemplating her words. “Maybe I'll give that a try, then I wouldn’t have to put up with having to ask assholes for their help.” And with that, more jelly went in her gob.

Ochako laughed quietly at the girl's actions, taking a small bite herself. 

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Ochako walked home with a smile on her face. Today hadn’t been so bad! She’d successfully gone grocery shopping, and she’d made a new friend in doing so!

She couldn’t wait to get home and tell her parents about her time with–

…

She hadn’t gotten her name!

Here's some art i drew!!

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Chuuya thought his first soiree into girlhood had gone pretty well, all things considered.

Sure he’d probably overdone it a bit and scared some poor random girl who was just trying to buy her jelly.

But it honestly could have gone a lot worse!

Over the next couple of weeks Chuuya committed himself to studying for the exam (Yelling and Dazai) and new role (Watching Disney TV shows). Overall he felt like he was being pretty productive.

He wasn’t too worried about the exam. Dazai could just hack in and fudge it.

But Kouyou would probably want him to actually pass…

So he was going to try his hardest anyway!

Then came the day of the UA exam.

Chuuya was kind of excited, weirdly enough. This was his first exam after all, he didn’t really know what to expect. Some research Dazai had helped him with had revealed that all the previous practical exams were some form of combat test. Which would be nice, Chuuya hadn’t been able to get a real workout in a couple of weeks now, he might just fight Dazai next time he sees him. It won’t be a great workout, since the mackerel sucks, but it’s better than nothing.

Not only was this his first exam, but it was also his first solo(ish) mission!

His future in the Port Mafia was practically riding on this!!

That and the bet he has with Dazai about who can become an executive faster .

Which he was definitely going to win! And when he did, oh when he did, he was going to make Dazai….

Make Dazai……

…

He was going to make Dazai do something, okay! He just hadn’t figured it out yet! Lay off!!

And while Mori did confuse him with his complicated plots and various red flags, he was still his boss and he didn’t want to do a bad job. He might’ve had an odd relationship with the Port Mafia a couple of months ago, but since then he’s come to respect the man for what he does for the organisation and Yokohama. Even if he is really weird. So was Dazai and he’s had to spend enough time around him by now that he was practically numb to the weirdness.

Apparently applying students were meant to wear their middle school uniform. But Chuuya didn’t really have anything like that so he figured wearing something no descript and formal was the best way to go. Plus it was cold, so examinees were probably expecting them to wear non-school issued jackets anyway. The perfect way to hide his lack of formal middle school education; cover it up with a jacket!

A conversation with Kouyou previously had led to the realisation that he was better off not wearing ambiguous clothing, at least in the beginning. So he was also going to have to wear a skirt… which is fine. He wasn’t too bothered actually, as long as Dazai didn’t see it he didn’t care.

The skirt also meant that he could wear his athletic tights and shorts underneath and meant that when it was time to change there was less chance of anyone seeing his bits!

He also had to wear a padded sports bra. Nothing too much, which he was thankful for. It really seemed like boobs mostly just got in the way. He couldn’t imagine having to wear fake melons on his chest!

So he was pretending to be relatively flat chested. Maybe while it was still winter and people were wearing jackets he wouldn’t even have to wear the bra!

Wait, didn’t flat chested girls get embarrassed about the size of their boobs. Chuuya thought that he’d heard Yuan talking about it a couple of times.

Would he have to do that too?? Pretend to be embarrassed about something that he didn’t even have being smaller than average???

This mission is weird man.

Wtf is going on inside Mori’s brain?

Maybe he should text Dazai and ask…

No no. Then Dazai would know that Chuuya had to wear a bra.

(Chuuya was aware that Dazai probably already knew, but he liked to lie to himself and imagine Dazai ignorant)

(It’s more fun that way)

(And better for his self esteem)

After a quick glance at the clock Chuuya added the finished touches to the disguise; his choker, a little bit of makeup and some colourful hair clips (the later two to sell it more, and cause it was just fun), and headed out of the apartment.

Fortunately, the apartment the Port Mafia was able to find for him was located near a train line that led almost directly to UA. So after a light walk to the nearest train stop Chuuya was on his way to the overly prestigious hero school.

His plan had originally been to stare out the window and vague out thinking about work. But he hadn’t been able to do that. Why? Because the train was packed like human sardines with kids most likely on their way to the same place as him. He wasn’t able to even get near a window, he was just stuck in the crowded middle area, having to constantly keep in check as to not step on anyone's toes. PLUS this loud ass pomeranian looking ass wouldn’t SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Seriously!

Bud.

Chill outttt

Deep breath in deep breath out.

(No, Chuuya was not aware of the hilarity of him telling someone else to chill out )

(Pot, kettle Chuuya)

(Pot, kettle )

What was he even yelling about? Something about a quirkless wannabe, whoever that was. All of this was targeted at some meek green haired kid who was visibly trying to stand up for himself, but couldn’t, probably because the train kept making him lose his footing.

His shill screeching had already ruined his morning. Maybe if they’re in the practical test together Chuuya could ruin his future. It’s a nice thought, but probably not something a budding hero would do…

To distract himself from that sad thought Chuuya started observing the other hero hopefuls in the train cart. Best to familiarise yourself with the competition, he thought, that’s what Ane-san would tell him to do.

Not that he could see much from where he was…

Not because he was short!

It’s be cause there were a lot of taller than average people around and he couldn’t see past them!

LIke the purple haired emo fucker next to him. Who the hell did he think he was?! Showing off that he could reach the handles. That fucker!

Unfortunately for Chuuya all this rage over his tiny tiny existence had led to him losing his concentration and thus, his balance.

“Gah?! What the Fuck!” The pomeranian turns around “The fuck you think you’re doing shorty!?”

“Ahh, Kacchan, maybe you shouldn’t yell at her… It was probably just an accident..”

“Do I look like I care, Deku?!” He yelled again, putting his back to Chuuya. “Why should i give a fuck about some tiny ass extra?”

And thus, the rage that had been boiling in our tiny little tangerine had reached a level where it could no longer be cooled down.

“Just who are you calling short you fucktard!?”

The argument that followed was one that multiple people would look back on for years as being their worst ever public transportation experience.

As the train rolled to a stop close to UA the exchange of profanities did not cease, actually it continued even as everyone spilled out of the train cart and onto the streets. The two yapping dogs were eventually separated by the moving bodies, pulled apart like a river splitting into two streams. The way of nature did not stop the two, however, as they continued waving a single raised finger until they could no longer see one another.

How Beautiful.

And with that Chuuya was finally at his destination.

UA. The top ranked school for heroes in japan, an institution that promised to release the newest generations greatest heroes into the field.

It was also a really ugly building :/

Chuuya felt somewhat prepared. This was, of course, the first exam he’s ever done, and it seemed to spark a new type of anxiety deep in his chest.

It was also his first dip into schooling as a whole, and based on how it was already going…

Chuuya looked around at the tired, stressed students around him.

Damn bitch, you live like this?

Somewhere behind him he heard a noise that sounded like someone falling over with a loud crack , someone probably just broke their nose. Huh, weird. Was this normal at school?

Wait.

What if the person who fell over had fallen over because they had a mind reading quirk and they’d heard his thoughts just before?

Were mind reading quirks common?

Would he have to defend his brain from psychic invasions?!

To the other students all they saw was a girl finally realising that she was about to step into an exam that would make or break her careers. They all thought, simultaneously,

Same 

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Furious scribbling and the sound of paper flipping filled the room. It was kind of nightmarish, but in an oddly comforting way. Chuuya could tell that he at least wouldn’t come out with the worst score, that’s what was so comforting.

Especially considering the girl sitting to his right, who was trying to get through the questions mind you. She just kept getting distracted doing those pencil tricks, some of the younger members of the sheep had tried to teach them to him. He hadn’t really seen the point; if he wanted to see a pencil bend he would have bent it himself. Maybe. Could he even bend a pencil without breaking it? Maybe if he was really careful… best not to try in the middle of a test.

Chuuya leaned his head back and sighed. He was already most of the way through the exam, most of the questions had been stuff he’d gone over with Dazai, plus Kouyou had been organising tutoring for him ever since he joined the Port Mafia.

If you think about it, he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, especially considering he couldn’t really read when he met Dazai. He could read a little, but definitely not enough to get through this test.

sigh

Chuuya deserved a vacation after this.

The last portion of the exam, the part Chuuya was currently stuck on, was about heroics. Most of the questions were about how you would respond in specific crises, and the other few were about morality.

The processes taken by heroes couldn’t possibly be too different from what the Port Mafia does when protecting Yokohama. Both ways were most likely figured out after a bunch of trial and error, so it’s safe to say that the conclusion the two groups met would be somewhat similar. 

Chuuya would just have to omit the more violent parts.

And then for the morality questions… Should he just answer as sweet and innocent as he could? They want a good guy right? All that fluff and shit.

There was this one asking about who he would save, if he was short on time, a group of people or a single affluent person.

It was obvious what the answer they wanted was. They wanted him to say that he would save the group of people and put the majority over a single important person.

He’s never had to think about who he would save though, if he didn’t have enough time. He imagines a group of mafia grunts he’d worked alongside a couple of times next to Kouyou and thinks about what he would do.

He looks at the question again and writes down his answer.

‘I would save everyone’.

Eh, that’ll do.

Now reader, I want you to imagine you’ve just finished your test. No one else has gone to hand theirs up yet so you can only assume that you’re the first to finish and there’s still a good while until times up. What do you do? That’s right, you wait until you're either not the first anymore or it's closer to the deadline.

And why do you do this? Obviously because going first is embarrassing and also if you’re too early you’ll dishearten your fellows.

It is, however, a learned habit…

A learned habit Chuuya never picked up.

So now, reader, I want you to imagine yourself as an examinee in this room. You’re struggling to find the right maths answers and are worrying about conveying your thoughts about heroics in the later section. You’re sitting there, watching as time whittles away, the crushing anxiety about your future weighing harder upon you with every passing minute.

You comfort yourself with the fact that everyone else is struggling in the very same manner. That is until you hear the scrapping of a chair a little bit behind you. The noise is then processed by footsteps moving down the aisle.

You tell yourself that no, no one could be done with the test already, there’s still a good hour until times up. The person about to walk past you has probably given up and is about to go cry about their lost future in the closest bathroom.

But then they walk past you.

It’s a girl. She’s slouching as she walks past you, her expression betraying her boredom. She walks right up to the surprised examiner in the front and drops some papers on her desk, and, not at all whispering despite being in a testing area, she says:

“I’m done, when does the physical exam start?”

And thus, your hopes are crushed.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After finishing the test Chuuya was led to an auditorium area, he found his seat and watched as everyone else poured in.

Once the room was full a blonde haired man with a weird haircut stepped onto the stage.

“WELCOME TO TODAY'S LIVE PERFORMANCE!! EVERYONE SAY ‘ HEEEY ’!”

….

“...”

Cough cough

“….” >:(

This was such a drag, Chuuya thought to himself. Was that guy one of those ‘pro heroes’ that would be teaching him. If so, Chuuya was not looking forward to that class…

A slight tapping was felt on his shoulder ‘Um, excuse me…’

Chuuya turned around to throw a death glare at whoever had the nerve to bother him only to be met by a somewhat familiar face. “... Coffee jelly girl?” he said with a head tilt.

“Uh huh! I thought i recognised you!! I saw you outside earlier, but I wasn't close enough to be sure. It’s great to see you again!” Coffee jelly girl said with an enthusiastic whispering tone.

“Huh, what a coincidence” oh no. She was expecting a conversation out of him, and he couldn’t very well shut it down, she might end up being one of his classmates! Or she’ll be so pissed at his lack of social skills that she’ll make it her personal mission to sabotage him during the practical test!!

Think Chuuya, think! How did he navigate conversations in the past??

It wasn’t that he’s never spoken to someone before, it’s just when he was with the sheep all the conversations were about staying alive and now with the mafia it was always about work .

Wait, he's done it before! When they met last time!

But how does he recreate that conversation?!

How does he have a casual conversation with someone his own age?!

(Talking to Dazai doesn’t count. He’s weird)

Okay, think back. What did Kouyou say? Carry half the weight of the conversation and ask questions? Something like that, who cares! Just say something!!

“So uhh, did you have an okay time with the last test?”

Yes! That sounded almost normal!

“Kinda! I just wish I'd done more studying, I just kept on getting distracted!” Coffee jelly girl said.

“Haha, yeah i was binge watching old Disney shows while studying. Probably wasn’t the best idea” Chuuya replied.

“Oh really? What shows?”

Oh we are fucking nailing this conversation!

“-And the two of you in the back!” Chuuya shifted his gaze to follow the voice, it didn’t sound like it was just the tall cockatiel talking now. Nope, instead it was a nerdy dude near the front, who was looking right at them…

“Could you cease your inane conversation? Some of us are trying to take this seriously!”

Who the fuck does this guy think he is?!

Chuuya was about to stand up and tell the nerd exactly where he could stuff his nerd opinions. Fortunately for the nerd, Coffee girl had a grasp on Chuuya’s personality from the last time they’d interacted and was able to react in time and pull him back down.

“Sorry about that! I forgot to grab a handout, I was just asking if I could look at hers!” Coffee girl said, trying to diffuse the parties involved.

The other guy frowns at them for a second longer before plomping back down in his seat. Yeah, he probably didn’t buy that.

“That’s okay little lady!” Oh the cockatiel was talking again. “And you were right earlier, examinee 7111! The fourth villain is worth 0 points! They’re more of an obstacle, try to avoid it if possible!”

Wait, what was that about robots???

Are we fighting robots??????

“And that’s all from me! I’ll leave you with the school motto before we get started! Say it with me everyone…!” 

“PLUS ULTRA!”

The fuck you mean plus ultra ?!

Go back! I missed the part about robots!!

“Wait wait, what are the other robots worth?” Chuuya whispers frantically to the Coffee jelly girl. If it gets back to Kouyou that he wasn’t listening to something important he’s going to have hell to pay.

“Oh it’s on the hand out, right there”

“Ahh, thank you!!” And Chuuya remains alive for a little while longer. He quickly skims through the handout. “This is actually kinda fun. Almost like a videogame.”

“Haha, yeah it does kinda seem like that, huh. Probably on purpose, it's something the majority of people in this room will recognise. Do you play videogames?”

“Yeah! Me and my uhh- person i know? Actually competed in a online tournament a while back and we-”

“SHHHH!”

“Oh fuck you foureyes, the presentation is over!!!”

Unbeknownst to Chuuya’s new acquaintance, ‘Coffee girl’, had just reached a new point of understanding. ‘I’ve never had an attack dog as a friend before lol’

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Oh, do you know what testing grounds you're in? Maybe we’re in the same one!”

“Im in E”

“I'm in D…”

Separated by fate again. But maybe, just maybe, they’ll exchange contact information this time.

“Good luck! I think that’s my bus over there, I need to get going!”

“Good luck to you too! I hope we’re classmates in the future!!”

Annnnd, nope. They did not.

Coffee girl only realised this after slapping some random falling guy and then promptly throwing up afterwards, all the while silently screaming at herself. She’d forgotten to get her number again!! Noooo, future best friend, oh how i miss you so~

Chuuya on the other hand never realised, actually it never even occurred to him…

Got some new doodles for ya

Chapter Text

The correct thing to do right now would be planning and considering what actions needed to be taken during the next test.

But Chuuya wasn’t doing that. 

No, they were just looking out the window, imagining some guy was running and doing parkour beside the bus they were currently in. 

They were doing pretty alright too, they hadn't tripped at all… 

Maybe Chuuya should bring some of this imaginary guy’s moves into the next test…

“Argh!” Chuuya exclaimed as he hit his head on the table. “I understand that the boss asked out to train me! But I don’t need to know any of this! I can just fight my way out of it!” His words were muffled against the mahogany table.

Kouyou considered the newest member of the Port Mafia. He was such a young boy with a lot of power to his name, she understood why Mori wanted him and why he needed to be mission ready soon, but… “You will be sent on missions soon. The Port Mafia will not have an uneducated member representing them in the field. You need to understand strategy and how to work within mission requirements.”

“That shitty mackerel can just do the thinking!” 

…That didn’t change the fact that he was a truly unruly child. “ And what if you're not working with Dazai?” Not only would Chuuya be working both alone and with other members, but it was also a bad idea to become reliant on that boy, Kouyou thought to herself.

“Then I'll just punch whatever I need to!” Chuuya lifted his head off the table to face her, she had to stifle a laugh when she saw the red marks on his face.

“And if it's an undercover mission?”

Chuuya seemed almost confused at that. “The hell would Mori send me on an undercover mission for? I’m just a weapon? He’s gotten people for those kinds of jobs-”

WACK

“He’s your boss and you will address him as such!” Kouyou said while folding her fan back up and putting it in her sleeve.

“Urgh!...” Chuuya rubbed the point of impact on his head. “Why do you care so much anyway? You obviously don't like the guy?”

“You don't need to like someone to respect them! I’ve been in the Port Mafia for a lot longer than you have boy! He is a much better alternative!“

Yes, Mori was a much better alternative…

Kouyou took a deep breath in. “Are you satisfied with just being a weapon?”

Chuuya turned back to her, hand sliding off his forehead. “Hmm?”

She rose up to her full height, looking down at Chuuya. “Do you not want to be more than just your strength? Do you not want to be worth more than your ability to ‘punch whatever you need to’?”

Chuuya paused, considering her words.

She had a point.

Did he want to be a weapon? Of course not!

But then, what did he want to be…

Only one way to find out.

“What were you saying again? About planning?”

Chuuya would keep moving forward.

That’s right, Ane-san would want Chuuya to plan ahead and stick to the mission requirements. 

Chuuya nodded to himself. He was guaranteed a spot without even trying, I mean, he was overpowered and all. 

The issue is that no one was meant to know he was op.

His role in this investigation was to remain within a hotspot of hero society, quietly gather information about any heroes passing through and to monitor the principal of UA. If the hero association wanted to make a move, Mori was quite certain that UA would involve themselves at some point and he’d made it a point that this Nedzu guy needed to be monitored. 

So, Chuuya had to remain an invisible member within one of the hero course classes, an extra , you could say.

So, first step in the plan: pass the physical exam and remain within the middle of the pack.

Easier said than done with the ‘talent’ around him.

Besides Chuuya, a wannabe hero blew his nose, spraying a fair amount of discoloured mucus onto the seat in front of him. 

Must be his quirk. How unfortunate… 

Chuuya shifted closer to the window, away from his seat mate. Although not all of the mucus had landed on the seat, some of it was still in the air, almost following the shape of a head? Was there? Chuuya shifted forwards a bit to peek over the seat in front of him. Yep, that’s an invisible person, an invisible person with mucus in their hair. Chuuya’s going to pretend they didn’t see that, It’s none of his business if someone gets snot in their hair.

So someone with a lot of snot and someone who’s invisible. Not the best powers for a combat test. Hopefully there’s someone else in his group that’ll atleast make things interesting. And then he could fight them- no no, no fighting. Chuuya’s only going to fight robots, and not even that many! He’s going to fight a totally normal amount of robots.

Chuuya huffed and sunk further into his seat. This is going to be boring, he’s already restless.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ahh yes, perfect timing. Should’ve expected it, of course he would want to add his two cents before the next stage of testing.

Chuuya dug into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out his phone.

Lo and behold, a mackerel bastard just had to remind Chuuya of his existence.

Mackerel: Chuuya

Mackerel: Chuuya

Mackerel: Chuuya

Chuuya: wtf do u want

Mackerel: just checking on my dog~ :>

Chuuya: that’s getting old

Chuuya: come up with something new

Mackerel: No <3

Chuuya growled down at his screen and for some reason snot boy?? Decided to scooch away?? From him???? As if he was the weird one for growling at his phone and not himself for getting his fucking snot everywhere. Chuuya shot him a death stare and mucus man squeaked and froze, staring at Chuuya, while a massive snot bubble started growing just outside of his nose.

“Blow your fuckin’ nose, dude” Chuuya finished with a harsher glare before turning back to his phone.

Mackerel: Dont forget to use ur girl voice~

Dammit.

“I-I mean, could you blow your nose please?” Chuuya said in a voice a fair bit pitchier than any actual ‘girl voice’.

Mucus man scooched a little further away.

Well, he definitely didn’t buy that.

Eh, it doesn't matter. There’s no way he’s making it any further into UA, so there’s no need to amend his mistakes.

And if it seems like he is, somehow , about to succeed, and get into UA. Well, Chuuya can always just trip him into his own snot and steal all his potential kills. Easy as pie.

Mackerel: He definitely didn’t buy that

Chuuya: I know that fucktard

Chuuya: butt out

Mackerel: no~ :>

Chuuya: and stop listening in on what im doing

Chuuya: where did you hide it this time

Mackerel: I dont know what ur talking about

Chuuya: suuuure

Chuuya: u definitely didnt leave any recording or tracking device on me

Mackerel: yep! glad we can agree on that!

Chuuya: eat shit

Mackerel: rude.

Chuuya looked up and out of the front window of the bus, he could see the facility, they were almost there.

Chuuya: cut to the chase

Chuuya: what do u need to tell me

Mackerel: oh nothing

Mackerel: just make sure no one finds out that ur ‘quirk’ is actually an ability

Chuuya: why would i need to worry about that. Dont they not know that abilities exist

Mackerel: oh i wouldn’t be so sure about that

Chuuya: wtf does that mean???? what r u not telling me???

Mackerel: bye slug! make sure not to fuck this up! the mission is riding on ur success, mori will be pissed if you fail :) ✌️❤️‍🩹

Chuuya: then tell me wtf ur talking about. who knows about abilities???

Chuuya: Mackerel?!

Chuuya: Dazai?!

Oh my god.

That flying fucktard .

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Finally the buses arrived at their required testing sites and the teenagers all piled out to stand in the cold and prepare for what was to come. Or at least that was the case outfront of most of the sites, for our main character, however…

“That’s who we have to beat?”

“She’s so scary, holy shit!”

“I know, I was sitting near her on the bus. She kept growling at the poor guy next to her.”

“Yeah,” snort “I thought she was about to kill me.”

“...Do you need a tissue, bud?”

“... yes, thankyou”

That’s right our tiny, tiny , main character already had quite the reputation. Why, You ask? 

Well, that’s simple really.

After having a very unsatisfying conversation with their rival/partner/bestfriend/ crush that left them quite angry, they got out of the bus and stood outside the gate amongst everyone else. 

They also… began to fall into old habits…

Old habits that might fit the persona of a gang leader…

Not habits you’d expect a very small, petite, short , highschool girl to have.

To put it plainly. Chuuya was currently slouching, glaring at everyone, kicking rocks around and grumbling to themselves. Some aspiring heroes also think they saw Chuuya spit on the ground at one point, but we don't need to get into that.

Chuuya was currently not very demure, not very mindful. And instead was giving scary and intimidating, which wasn’t helping the mission. Especially since Chuuya was meant to start building friendships with people they thought would join them in the hero course. 

But was Chuuya aware of this? Nah, too stuck in their own head.

Atleast, for now.

Let’s wake them up, shall we?

Just then, one of the rocks Chuuya was kicking ricochets off the ground, bouncing up to hit Chuuya right in the face.

“Urgh! What the fuck?!”

“AHH, She’s going to kill us!!”

What?

Chuuya takes notice of the scene around him and watches as numerous teenagers fight to get further away from him.

….

oh.

oh shit.

Chuuya’s meant to be on a mission!!

“Ah haha… Are you guys alright? What’s wrong?” Chuuya fumbles trying to think of what to say. What should Chuuya say to get them not to be scared of him??? Quick! What would he do with the sheep? Apologise and distract them? Not that it ever worked, apparently , since they were all so scared of him that they felt like they had to literally stab him in the  back/front, cinematics. Oh my god, what should Chuuya do? What would Dazai do?? No, bad train of thought, Dazai would make it worse-

Just then, from the crowded group, someone makes their way to the front. It’s a… pink person?

“Oh, nothing! We actually wanted to know if you were alright? You looked a little mad, I think people just wanted to give you space!” A pink girl said, a pink girl with black and yellow eyes. Huh, well that’s not something you see in Yokohama.

Perfect! A chance to explain, best to lie but say something close to the truth.

“Ahh, I'm so sorry!” Gotta play it up so much too, take the bait, believe that i'm just a normal highschool girl please. “A friend was texting me on the way over, he was being a little annoying. I guess I got a bit mad…”

“So, it’s boy problems! I see!”

Boy problems?

Like someone you like-like ??

Does she think I like-like Dazai???

“Wait no! It’s not like that-” Before Chuuya couldn’t explain, the person he once thought was his guardian angel, turns back to the group.

“Everything’s alright! She just got a little pissed cause the boy she likes was being annoying!”

“That makes sense!”

“She’s just got love problems! That’s way better than being murderous!”

“I did see her texting someone” Snort “Must’ve been him!”

Fucking snoop.

Well, at least they're not scared of them anymore… 

Dazai’s never going to hear about this.

Ding!

Oh god, please no.

Mackerel: What’s this i hear about boy problems?

And, Chuuyas phone gets thrown at the floor and then kicked through the air, flying all the way until it shatters against the concrete gate.

The girl who’d spoken for Chuuya before turns back to him.

“Man, he must be really annoying”

“You don’t know the half of it”

Okay, time to get serious, Chuuya thinks, slapping their cheeks.

Chuuya needs to enter the area in the middle of the pack. Now, would the best way to do that be to just start running after everyone else or…

Is it better to know exactly when it's about to start and work with that.

Chuuya looks around, taking in the concrete wall in front of them and the buses behind them. There’s nothing counting down, so how do they know when to start?

Chuuya then notices a large pillar a couple of kilometres away. It’s taller than the gates and he can make out the shape of a person standing on top of it, it’s a person with a very distinctive shape since their hair is quite bird-like.

It’s the guy who was giving the presentation!

Wasn’t his quirk yelling? Or something??

He must be up there to announce when the test starts!

And his placement is so obvious too, Chuuya must not be the only person to notice him. Everyone’s probably watching him too, waiting until it looks like he’s about to yell. Well, that settles it.

To stay in the middle of the pack,

Chuuya needs to start running as soon as it looks like he’s about to announce the start.

You’re all seeing where Chuuya’s overestimated his opponents right? Cause i can assure you the other teenagers haven’t even noticed Present Mic up there, they’re all looking at the ground, or something.

Maybe it’s because, if Chuuya had been surrounded by the people he usually fights alongside, they all would have noticed. Ane-san, Dazai, even the Sheep would have been too on edge not to notice him up there! But nope, you, Chuuya, are surrounded by normal teenagers who have barely any combat experience or any thought to strategise.

Maybe Chuuya should have interacted with some normal teenagers before trying to fit in with them, eh, good learning for next time.

So, a recap, all teenagers (except for Chuuya) are looking at the dirt, not aware that they are about to be caught off guard by the test starting. While Chuuya is watching Present Mic intently, about to run as soon as he starts to yell.

Present begins to wind up for his moment to shine-

And Chuuya starts to run, weaving through confused teenagers.

“AND… BEGIN!!”

The gate slowly starts to open and Chuuya speeds up, propelling himself slightly with his ‘quirk’.

Behind him confused grumblings start up within the group.

“WHAT’S WRONG? THE TEST’S STARTED!! RUN! RUN!! THE DIE IS CAST!!”

“Wait, what?”

“Why is she so fair ahead?!”

“She gets a head start? No fair!”

And as the gate is opening, only a small crack so far, enough for a small, petite, itty bitty teenager to get through.

“Haha! Suck it losers! I’m winning this thing!!” 

And there goes chuuya’s plan to lay low… he got too fired up waiting in anticipation for the test to start.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Aizawa Shiota did not like the day when UA tested possible admittance candidates, it comes by every year and every year he dreads it.

He can’t help watching and thinking about how much of a trouble the next batch of students will be. In the previous year all of his students had been a waste of time and he’d been able to expel the lot of them. Nedzu wasn’t too happy, but had accepted his decision. Maybe he’ll let it slide again this time if the crop is even worse than last year. One can only hope.

The hope currently, is that there are a handful of students put with him that at least have some amount of potential, but that might be wishful thinking, especially for first years…

Aizawa looks at the monitors. Currently all of the groups were standing outside of their assigned areas, mindlessly waiting for their queue. No one of note from here, not that there normally would be, unless it was Mount Lady, or someone with a similar quirk, anything else wouldn't be picked up on until they actually started the test-

….

……

Is that student running?

“AND… BEGIN!!”

“Oh, would you look at that! I think that might be the fastest start for any attempting student before” Principal Nedzu says, shifting a little in his high chair to get a better look at the screen. 

Aizawa agrees in his head. But that doesn’t need to mean anything. Plenty of students had strong starts and still managed to fail the test. No, they’re potential is always best observed within the test. (Even if this particular method of testing only allows for students with physical quirks to show off their potential. Aizawa isn’t salty about that at all and does not continue to barrage he co workers about changing the set up, and they definitely haven’t threatened to steal his sleeping bag if he doesn’t let it go for one year).

“Hmm? Do they have a powerful speed quirk?” Midnight says, shifting her glasses as she tried to get a better look at the running student. Not that’s not it, Aizawa was sure they saw the kid running before Hizashi even started yelling.

“Not likely. It is much more likely that they knew when the test was going to start and timed it so they would reach the gate when there was just enough space to enter.” Nedzu says. Aizawa thought that would have to be the reason, nothing else made sense. However, being able to read the field and being able to make predictions is not the only thing a hero needs, especially one trying to get into UA.

“Oh! then a quirk that allows them to see into the future” Midnight exclaims. Probably. Unfortunately, you can’t beat robots with a quirk like that. Now if this was a test that allowed all candidates to showcase their potential the outcome would be much different. But unfortunately for this participant, it was unlikely that they were going to pass.

“Maybe! I’m sure we’ll know for certain in a second.” Nedzu said, shifting back in his seat to take in the surrounding screens.

…

…

…

That’s not a future seeing quirk

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Robots, robots, robots.

I was promised robots to fight! Where are they?

After Chuuyas dramatic entrance he continued sprinting and made his way past the first couple of blocks in the fake city. He continued, running until he could no longer hear the cries of the losers behind him.

Urgh, he really needed to punch something.

Just then a hulking robot with a ‘2’ on its front made its way around the corner of a building just ahead of him.

Fucking finally

Chuuya speeds up and runs towards the robot. As he gets closer he notices a park bench located in between him and his target. It’s cemented to the ground, but that shouldn’t matter, it’s probably within the rules his fake ‘quirk’ put on him.

Pausing mid step, he brings his leg back charging up for a truly glorious kick. As his foot makes impact it sweeps up the metal bench, ripping it from the cement and firing it right at his opponent. The opponent in question, crumbles like a tin can with the speed and force of the impact, it’s catapulted back into the alley it came from where it quickly halts moving.

Chuuya considers his newest abstract art piece and taps his toes against the sidewalk. That took less than he thought it would. He’d thought that the robots would be able to withstand a little bit more power, but they must’ve made them more flimsy for the non combative quirks… Or maybe he was just that op.

A grinding sound is heard from beyond the mechanical remains, further down the alleyway.

Chuuya starts running again, jumping over the pile of nuts and bolts. His eyes settle on his newest target, a ‘3’ pointer making its way towards him. In mid air he lifts his leg up and as he comes back down, he kicks the robot with the back of his heel, axe kicking it into the floor.

He stands up in between the remains of the two robots and looks out at the street the alley way opened up to.

Dozens of robots could be seen, all rampaging through the streets. It didn’t look like anyone else had made it this far yet.

Chuuya watched as a robot ran into a wall, destroying part of it and allowing some bricks to fall to the floor.

Well, this just got easier

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Jirou felt like she was kind of out of her depth.

When she’d heard that they were fighting robots for the test she’d thought ‘Oh cool. I can just blow them up with my heart beat’.

Unfortunately , things haven’t been going as planned

Firstly, she’d underestimated how strong the robots were, and then overestimated her own power. Turns out it takes around 5 seconds for her heartbeat to destroy the robot, and that’s only after getting her earphone jack in the right place!

Secondly, the few times she can actually get her earphone jacks in the right place the robot ends up moving before she can blow it up!

And lastly, there were too many people! And they all kept stealing her kills!!

Like that pink girl who was sliding around flingling acid at everything. Like, what the fuck? Yeah, sure, keep stealing my targets. Just know that if I don't pass and you do, I will show up at the sports festival, sneak into your classes area and use my quirk to blow up your phone .

Plus

Everywhere she goes there are piles and piles of robots crushed with small pieces of rubble spread around them.

She might be jumping the gun a little bit, but she was almost certain that those were left over from that scary girl that got in first…

Ah, there!

A ‘1’ pointer! It’s even missing a few limbs!!

Jirou jogs towards the shuffling robot. “No getting away this time!” She readies her quirk and forces her leads into the gaps of the robots armour and starts blasting her heart beat.

The force of her heartbeat rattles the robot, after a couple of seconds it rattles and falls over into a heap.

Finally

Relief settles in.

She’d gotten a point!

Sure it was luck, but she just needed to get lucky like 20 more times.

Totally doable.

Shhh let her have this.

While Jirou was distracted doing a little happy dance another robot made its way behind her, poised to attack. 

Before it could get close however… 

Whoosh

It's thrown into a building on the other side of the street by an unknown force.

Huh? Was that a whoosh? Jirou looks around for the source of the noise, her eyes landing on the remains of another robot more than a couple of meters from her.

What the fuuuu-

“Oh? You alright? I didn’t see you there.”

uuuuck

Jirou looks away from the sparking remains towards the voice.

Holy shit! It’s the scary girl from earlier!

“Hmm?”

Jirou takes in the visage of our favourite character in front of her. Her hair was a bit ruffled from running around, but it gave the impression that it was always a little messy. She seemed a little out of breath, but didn’t look like she was sweating or anything. There was a little bit of dirt on her jumper and her leggings had a few tears in them. But she overall looked a lot better than what Jirou had expected for someone who’d run head first into a test that involved fighting fuckin robots .

“Did you not hear me?”

She actually didn’t look nearly as scary as she did earlier. There wasn’t any anger in her stance anymore, now all Jirou could see was a fierce determination.

Must’ve really been some terrible boy problems.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“Gah?!”

The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds.

The red head shifted back into a glare, folding her arms and looking up at the girl with a tilted head, silently asking a question.

“Oh! Um, I'm alright! Thanks for saving me”

“Nah, you’re fine. I didn’t mean to.”

“...”

“...”

Oh my god this is so awkward!

Calm down Jirou! Normal conversation! Just talk, you know how to do that! You do it all the time!

Jirou’s brain was right, but that didn’t make it any easier!

It certainly didn’t help that this girl was a 50/50 mix of intimidating and cool! Jirou was already envisioning a future where they were classmates, who sat together at lunch and made fun of dumb boys together. Oh, she could see it now, their dumb handshake that they both loved secretly, their bonding over wanting to be female heroes in a male dominated industry! Omg their bonding! Deep, meaningful conversation on the school's roof, as the sun fades in the background.

Oh, it would be glorious.

You do need to nail this first conversation though.

Right

And how do we do that…

While Jirou was having her totally understandable monologue, Chuuya was also going down an important train of thought.

That cloud looks like a penis , lol.

Hehe, gay.

“-Hey! You’re, uhh, trying to get into UA right?”

“Yes? We’re in the entrance test?” Chuuya said, looking away from that hilarious cloud, wtf is this conversation he’s being forced into? Chuuya has better things to do; like beating up robots.

“Right! Right…” Jirou visibly deflated. Stuffed it. 

“.....Anyway, i need to go…. Punch some robots…. And stuff. Bye” Chuuya said while jogging backwards before running off towards the nearest approaching robot.

Jirou watched, waving as the red head left.

“Oh man. I really stuffed that up!” Jirous said, catching her head in her hands. “Why did I ask that?!”

Oh well. Jirou turned to walk in the opposite direction the other had left in. “It’s not like i’ll see her again anyway, there’s no way i'm passing this entrance exam…” She walks up a building and sticks her ear plug in it, listening for more robots. “I guess i’ll keep going, just to pass the time”

Distantly she hears someone crying out for help, it sounded like they’d gotten stuck under some rubble.

“Might as well” Jirou shrugs and joys off in that direction.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Ha ha! That’s another 10 points, as well as at least 15 hero points!!” Midnight exclaimed, her eyes focused solely on one of the screens.

“Yes yes, very impressive. I’m looking forward to seeing them excel in the coming year” Nedzu said from his highchair. 

“Oh ho ho! Jumping the gun a little bit huh Nedzu? You don’t even know what she score in the previous test” Midnight was also jumping the gun a little bit, already thinking about teaching the newest rising star in heroics, cheering for them as they won the sports festival and celebrating with them when they eventually cracked the top 10.

“I had a quick look through all the tests during my break. Miss Nakahara’s score as well as their performance so far guarantees their spot” Nedzu explained calmly. He’d made sure to memorise all of the tests, just to know who to keep an eye on. Nakahara’s own test was unique enough to stand out from the hundreds of tests taken today. Their answers showed confidence and a strong set of morals that would lead them to great things. Although, they didn’t score amazingly in any of the core ‘school’ subjects. There was always room for improvement, Nedzu thought.

“Yes! Oh, I'm so excited!” Midnight pumps her fists in the air and turns to Aizawa. “Did you hear that Aizawa? There’s a big chance she’ll be in your homeroom! Isn’t that exciting!!”

Aizawa, who had been pretending like he wasn’t also keeping an eye on said candidate, nonchalantly glanced at the scoreboard. The newest star in the eyes of multiple of his coworkers was nearing on a highscore already…

He looks back towards the screen, watching as she does a flying roundhouse kick to a robots face, bolts flying everywhere. “... She looks energetic”

Midnight comes up behind him and slaps him on the back a couple of times. “I know!! It’s really inspiring to see such a talent youngin’, gives me hope for the future of heroics!”

All Might, who’d been distracted looking at another screen for the majority of the exam, seems to perk up at the words ‘hope’ and ‘future of heroics’. “Spotted someone to be on the lookout for, Midnight?”

“Oh, I'm surprised you didn’t notice her earlier, Yagi. She was the first through the gate!”

All Mights shoulders seemed to slump halfway through her sentence. 

Odd reaction, was he hoping for something else? Thought Aizawa. Maybe he knew one of the students and was hoping attention would fall on them… 

Hopefully he remains impartial when they go over the tapes for hero points… Or maybe if he doesn’t he’ll get fired… That’s probably not the best train of thought for a hero to have. Plus you never 100% ruled out that Nedzu couldn’t read minds. 

Thinking this, he looks towards the principal… who was making direct eye contact. 

Aizawa looks away, focusing back on another random screen, to escape conversation.

That green haired kid really needs to get his head out of the clouds…

“-We even think it might’ve been a record! Right Nedzu?”

“It was”

That was nice and all. So she’s fast. That doesn’tmean she’ll actually be a good hero.

Although…

Aizawa looks back at the screen.

She did have a powerful quirk…

And experience in what looks like multiple forms of martial arts…

And seemed to be good at saving people and reassuring them afterwards. Even if her way about it was unconventional at best…

Still didn’t mean she’d be a good hero.

On the screen the prospect hero in question sprinted in front of a rampaging robot, grabbed another prospect hero who’d fallen on the ground, yeeted them into a pile of snot left over from someone else's quirk and turned back to punch the robot in its ‘face’.

….

“Oi, why are you sulking?”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

This was actually turning out to be a little bit of a work out.

Mostly because, usually Chuuya would get around fast by using gravity manipulation. But with the limitations Mori had put on his ‘quirk’ he has had to run around the entire city. He’s managed to work up a little bit of a sweat.

There was still a couple of minutes left, and if Chuuya wanted to make sure that he stayed within the middle of the pack, he had to keep on collecting points. 

Nearing up on a lump of rubble, Chuuya raises his leg back and realises it on the rock, sending it flying towards another robot.

‘That all the ones in this area, I should keep moving’ Chuuya said, wiping the sweat off his brow. He was probably wearing too many layers for this, despite it being a cool winter day.

“Hey! Stop stealing my points!”

“Hmm?” Startled from the voice, Chuuya looked around but couldn’t see anything. It didn’t seem like there was anyone there… Maybe someone had a quirk that made them louder, like that teacher from earlier, and he’d just heard someone from further away.

Chuuya shrugs to himself and runs off.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, get back here!”

Whoever that was yelling must not have been having a very good time. Good thing Chuuya wasn’t involved, he’d probably feel bad if he was stealing points from someone without noticing. Maybe. Depends.

Chuuya keeps running. He was planning on crossing through the middle of the area, through the street the gates opened up to, before making his way to the other side of the city. He’d already been over there, but maybe they’d released some more robots since.

Running through the city, parkouring over destroyed robots and melancholy children, Chuuya was having a blast!

If this was what hero work is, then maybe this mission won't be too bad!

Sure, he’ll have to cosy up to goody goodies. But in the name of punching and kicking things, he thinks he can let it go.

Just as Chuuyas makes his way across the main road he starts having to dodge teenagers all running away from something and towards the entrance. 

Chuuya looks in the direction everyones running from and sees a large robot, towering over the city buildings.

… How did I miss that?

Was that here the whole time?

Must’ve been, I would have noticed them moving in something so large.

A teenager accidentally shoulder checks Chuuya.

“Hey! Watch it!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Chuuya huffs, annoyed, and looks over at the sea of scared children. Look at all those chickens.

Might as well head back now.

Don’t get me wrong, Chuuya would absolutely love to beat up the giant robot in front of him. Unfortunately, that’s not possible with his remaining time, without using more than his allocated power that is. If he didn’t have any rules to follow that thing would be on its ass in a second flat. If he did that, however, he would definitely end up getting UA’s. Which, let me reiterate, he definitely didn’t want. 

Ugh what a buzz kill. Getting him hyped up and he can’t even do anything about it. 

The test it probably about to finish, he should start heading back to the entrance, maybe picking off any robots left. Hands in his pockets and a mighty slouch in hand, Chuuya begins to slowly make his way out of the arena.

As he’s walking he begins to notice that some teenagers are not moving at all, frozen in place by the sight of the massive robot. They’re talking to themselves, almost like they don’t know what’s happening.

“Haha… todays been crazy. 15 minutes of scrambling around trying to defeat some robots and now this?”

“What do I do, my brain is fried…”

Chuuya slowed down, coming to a stop. There seemed to be about half a dozen kids not moving. 

He really didn’t feel like watching some kids get squashed….

Chuuya watched the approaching robot for a second. 

… The teachers probably have their eyes on someone else right now. There’s probably at least one dumbass taking it upon themselves to take down a massive robot worth a total of ‘0’ points. So it shouldn’t matter too much if Chuuya helps, just a little bit, they won’t even notice.

Yeah, they totally won't notice.

Chuuya grabs the arm of the kid closest to him and shakes him out of his stupor. “What are you doing? Get out of here!” The kid takes in Chuuyas words and scrambles to get away.

Chuuya rushes to the next closest person and repeats the process, he looks back to the quickly approaching robot. He wasn’t going to be fast enough, not like this. Running towards another frozen kid he makes the decision to halt the robot for a sec, just to buy some time, and kicks a small pebble in the direction of it. Not stopping to see how successful it was, he quickly gets to the next person and pushes them in the direction of the exit, using his ‘quirk’ to propel them.

He continues with this new tactic, and just as he helps the next person he hears a loud crash and feels wind against his back, pushing dust past his shoes.

He turns around, towards where the robot once was. The robot that now lays on multiple city blocks, unable to move.

Oops.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Back in the monitoring room, Chuuyas actions stir up a tizzy.

More teachers are crowded around watching, wanting to see what the brightest star would do to this next challenger.

All except for All Might, who was watching another screen a little bit to the left. “Haha! Did you all see that! That green haired child managed to-”

“Woah! Did you see that?! They managed to knock it down!!”

“And with just a pebble!”

“I feel like we’re watching the future of heroics today, lads. Lets breath it in and savior the moment”

“That’s a little dramatic, but I could definitely see her getting into the top ten in no time!”

“That’s quite the powerful kick! Is their quick super strength?” Snipe asks, coming up behind Midnight, drawn in by the commotion.

“Oh no, I checked with Nedzu earlier, her quirk was registered as ‘manipulating the acceleration and force of an object they send in motion’. They call it ‘ bullet’ !” Midnight exclaims. This probably had to have been her favourite entrance exam to date! Not only was a very talented female hero making her first steps to a dream come true, but Midnight had gotten the opportunity to watch them the entire time, cheering each time they got a point. It was almost as entertaining as watching one of her favourite animes!

Not only that, but if felt like she’d gotten to watch history in the making, like in a decade or so, someone would ask her what it felt like watching the newest number one hero kick start their journey.

She might be getting a little ahead of herself, but she couldn’t help it. She was so pumped!

“Oooo maybe i could teach them how to use a GUN!” Snipe says, brandishing his own gun.

“Haha, I don’t think she’ll need anything like that with her quirk”

“You never know!”

Nedzu, still in his high chair, watched as his coworkers celebrated over the newest crop of students. They were right to take special interest in Miss Nakahara, her point total was enough to do that on its own.

But there was something else.

Nakahara Chuuya.

It was true that her quirk, ‘bullet’, was listed as motion manipulation . But was that all there was to it?

Nedzu was sure it wouldn’t take him too long to figure out, he just needed some more information first.

Were they perhaps lying about their quirk? Or did they simply not realise they were wrong?

Nedzu decided he would leave that train of thought until they were his student. 

In the meantime however, he needs to be focusing his brain power on other things… Namely, the society of quirkless that remained within a dome. Something was happening, Nedzu needed to get prepared.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Well, that’s the end of that. 

Chuuya walks away from UA with his arms folded behind his head, sucking on a lolly pop he’d found in his bag.

Pretty sure that was a success, guess we’ll see when the results come in-

“Hey you!”

“Hmm?” Chuuya turns around to face the floating clothing.

Huh? Floating clothing?

“Why did you keep stealing my points?”

“Huh?”

“Everytime I’d almost taken down a robot you’d come and smash it!”

Who the hell was this girl?

The confusion must’ve shown on his face and she soon exploded with “Back in the arena! Don’t act like you have no idea! I tried talking to you in there too!”

Oohh

It’s the person from the bus. The one who got snot in her hair, fun times.

Not sure why she’s pissed though…

Oh! Maybe she was angry that no one told her about the snot in her hair! Maybe if I tell her now…

“You have snot in your hair” Nailed it.

“Urgh!” The floating clothes move as she throws her hands up in disbelief. She then turns around and stomps away, the lump of snot on the back of her head waving at Chuuya as she leaves.

Chuuya stands there contemplating his existence.

While this is all happening, another hero hopeful leaves through UA’s gates, after being held back to talk to the faculty about her points. She felt bad for the bush headed kid, hopefully his injuries were okay…

After passing through the gates she turns back around to look at the school. She’d been so hopeful, but with how chaotic the entrance exams were she wasn’t sure she’d qualified for a spot in her dream school. With a deep sigh she moves to keep walking in the direction of the train station, beginning to think about what she should have for dinner. She was a bit too tired to cook, maybe she could just eat some bread.

Just then the gravity nullifier is jilted out of her thoughts by someone stomping past her, halting her steps. She watches the girl for a second, acknowledging the lump of snot on the back of her head. She was too tired to say anything though, sorry girl.

Ochako begins her journey towards the train station once again, settled within a large group of despondent teenagers all heading the same way. She started thinking about dessert, she still had some coffee jelly left over. This, of course, led her back to thinking about her future bestest friend, despite meeting her twice Ochako still didn’t know her name! Life was so cruel!! She hadn’t even thought to get her phone number and hadn’t remembered until later during the entrance exam.

The train pulls up to the station, a couple of people get off before the hordes of teenagers make their way on, quickly filling in all the seats. Ochako, too exhausted to raise her head, makes her way to the closest available seat.

‘Maybe i’ll meet her again if we both get into UA. It’d be fun being in a class with her’ Ochako thinks, drifting off in a daydream of a possible future. ‘Knowing her temper, she’d probably get detention a lot and be seen as a troublemaker. One with a heart of gold that makes itself known when she’s saving people. Unfortunately, i have no way of knowing if her quirk was even enough to qualify-’

“oh , hey coffee jelly girl”

Ochako freezes with a smile on her face. Huh? There’s no way??

Ochako turned to her left, a familiar head of red hair greeted her. “So, how’d your exam end up going?” The redhead asked, nonchalantly.

“...”

“... Are you okay? Did you hit your head during your exam?”

“No! I’m fine!” Ochako waves her hands, dispelling her exhaustion. Thank you best friend gods, she’ll make good use of this opportunity! “I just wasn’t expecting to see you! It’s a nice surprise all the same though!”

The two shared a smile, Ochakos freely given and the red heads a bit more cautious. “So the exam, right? Did I miss something during the explanations or did they kinda spring a massive robot on us?”

“They mentioned it earlier, but it was definitely a lot bigger than I was imagining!” Ochako thought back to her own experiences. “It was sooo scary when i showed up though! I’d gotten stuck under some rubble it left when it appeared, it almost stepped on me!”

“Wait, so you almost died?!”

“No? I don’t think the teachers would have let it actually kill me… Also they had a really good healer on standby. The guy who helped me broke all his bones!! She fixed him up really easily. I’m sure I would've been okay!”

The redhead seemed to grumble at that, almost like they didn’t fully believe the teachers would have helped. “Was the guy that helped you strong? Before he broke all his bones, I guess.”

“He was strong when he punched the robot, but I think he said he hadn’t gotten any other points…”

“Wait, really? How did he manage to get no points?” The redhead asked with a cute head tilt.

“Lots of people didn’t get any points…” Ochako and Chuuya both shifted in shock, not expecting another voice to answer. “You’re just crazy” Snort.

After hearing the snotty breath in the conversation interloper took, her best friend turned around in her seat to yell at the person behind them, who was currently blowing his nose. “You again?! Butt out you asshole! No one asked you!”

Ochako moved to save the boy from being throttled by her bestest friend in the whole wide world. “How are you not worn out from the exam?? I’m almost dead on my feet.”

The redhead paused before she could reach the boy behind them. “From the exam? I mean, it was a little bit of a work out, but…”

“It’s because-” Snort “She’s crazy !”

“I’m not fucking crazy you snot filled bastard!” Yeahh Ochako wasn’t going to try to save him this time.

Just as this was happening an automated voice echoed through the train car, announcing the next station. It was Ochako’s and she still hadn’t gotten her best friend's name!

“Um!” The redhead and the snot boy turned to look at her. “My stop is coming up, could I get your number? I-I just figured we could stay in contact and keep each other updated about their exam results! And maybe get together and cry to each other if we don't get in and-”

“Oh, I broke that thing.”

“You… Broke your phone?”

“Yu-huh”

The snot boy says something about ‘boy problems’ before Chuuya punches him in the mouth, inconsequentially bursting the boy's snot bubble on her hand.

“Urgh! It’s all over my hand!!” She starts wiping it on his sleeve to get it off.

During this time, Ochako had regressed into a near catatonic state, too distraught to even remember to ask for her best friend's name. I’m sorry friendship gods, I’ve failed out. Or maybe it’s you who has failed me…

Just then her stop was announced over the intercom.

“Haha, this is my stop. I better get going, bye.” Ochako got up and shuffled towards the doors.

The redhead looked away from the snot on her hand. “Oh sure, bye! See you at UA.” before going back to wiping her hand on the uncooperative boy's sleeve.

Ochako turned around in shock after leaving the train and watched as the doors closed before speeding off. That’s right. They would see each other at UA. Because they were both going to get in and after which they were going to be best friends!

Nakahara Chuuya

Villain Points | Hero Points

80                   45

Final score:

125 points

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