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"I FORGOT TO ADD," AIZAWA called as Y/N tested the weight of the ball in her hand. "The student with the lowest score at the end of this Quirk Apprehension Test - and yes, it's a test - will be expelled."
The ball rolled off her loosely curled fingers and hit the ground.
"This is UA," the black-haired teacher shrugged. "Only for the best of the best."
Y/N grumbled a few choice curses as she bent to pick up the ball again, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate amongst the quiet mumbling from behind her.
Imagining a white-haired brush painting her mindscape black, until everything was dark and quiet and calm.
Reaching into herself to try controlling her Quirk was like imagining a rope extending from her core, and pulling on it as hard as she could. Technically, telekinesis was limitless - the amount of strength or power generated depended on the endurance of the user.
Y/N's Quirk control was awful.
She hurled the ball as far up and forwards as she could, imagining a massive shove of power flying from her fingers and propelling the ball away from her.
Instantly, pain ripped through her body, prompting her to drop to her knees. Y/N took a quick internal inventory (she'd become very good at those with a great deal of practice): an ache in her core from overusing her Quirk, nothing serious ... a headache (well, that was familiar territory), and ...
