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The Provisional Hero License Exam would be a breeze. Katsuki had absolutely no doubts that he would be able to smash through all the useless extras — they could hardly even be called competition — and win the most points.
It wouldn’t be a repetition of the Sports Festival; He wouldn’t let it be. Goddamn Half-and-Half thought he could half-ass his way through their fight, fine. That was his stupid decision.
But now, Katsuki would have more opponents to pick from! Sure, the other schools probably had shittier students than UA, but at least it would mostly be 2nd graders. With an extra year of studying under their belts, they might just make Katsuki sweat!
Which would, of course, only make the entire situation worse for them and better for Katsuki.
He had every intention of leaving the rest of his class behind as soon as he feasibly could, but Aizawa was very clear that he’d bench anyone who disappeared on him before the start of the exam, so he had no choice but to stick around for now.
Which meant that he was right there when Aizawa got accosted.
It was such an odd situation. The woman was laughing obnoxiously as she tried to grab Aizawa in a headlock, which Aizawa was half-heartedly trying to avoid. Why was he putting so little effort into it? He could have that no-name hero flat on her ass in a second if he just got serious for a second-!
The woman — she probably had some stupid-ass hero name, like the Joker or the Jested or some shit like that, hell if Katsuki knew — threw her head back as she guffawed again, nearly losing her balance. She would have fallen if she wasn’t holding on to Aizawa’s arm. He should have let her fall, Katsuki thought.
“Your students are so cute!” She was saying, and Katsuki took a pointedly large step back, only narrowly escaping being the one who had their cheeks pinched. Instead, Four-Eyes got the dubious honour of suffering that fate. “But mine are cuter!”
Her gesturing was filled with such exuberance, it was inevitable for everyone to glance in the direction she pointed towards. Even Katsuki shot a quick glance, if only to make sure that her students didn’t follow in her footsteps.
But then, he immediately did a double-take, his eyes bulging out at what he saw.
“FUCKING DEKU?!” He yelled out, uncaring if he was interrupting anyone.
He only saw the back of the guy’s head, but that mess of a hairstyle was unmistakable. Except that, when the guy finally turned around, it was obvious that he wasn’t Deku; Damn close, though.
“Hm?” He tilled his head with what should have been a pleasant smile, but it just pissed Katsuki off. “Are you sure that’s the name you want to go with?”
…That was an odd reaction. Honestly, he should have just cut his losses right then and there, but… He hasn’t seen the nerd in over a year. At least the Old Hag would finally stop asking about him if Katsuki found something out, right?
“...Midoriya,” he spat out.
“Ah!” The guy brightened. Then, reaching behind himself into the heart of the group, he pulled someone out and hugged them by his side. “You’re looking for my lovely kouhai right here!”
The other student smiled awkwardly as he waved, his face growing red. Now that was fucking Deku.
“Hi Kacchan,” he offered as he fidgeted with his fingers. “Fancy seeing you here, haha…”
Katsuki got so mad, he circled all the way back to being calm again. “I’m going to absolutely crush you,” he declared.
“Well, you see, about that…” fucking Deku scratched at his cheek, his eyes avoiding Katsuki’s. “That might be a bit difficult.”
Katsuki scoffed, his palms sparking in irritation. “And why would that be?”
The nerd had the audacity to grin widely, all his teeth on display. And, bending down to rest cheek-to-cheek, so did the other Deku-lookalike. Damn, like this they really looked like twins. Katsuki would just have to crush them both!
“You’ll see,” the fucking nerds said. Yeah, they’ll see! They’ll all see!
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…remedial fucking classes, his ass. He'll show them all!