Rise up

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The eight different drills for our quirk test were pretty easy for me, having trained since the age of  5. I honestly struggled with the grip test considering my arm strength is where I lack the most. Right now, the class was just waiting for the last people to get a shot at the ball throw.

I wasn't paying much attention to any of the other's throws since I had completed mine and already got the chance to show up the hotheaded blondie. However, the voice of Aizawa's mini tablet announcing only 46 meters caused me to glimpse up at who delivered the toss. It was a cute little green-haired boy having a warm yet determined atmosphere around him.

"I erased your quirk." I barely even make out what my teacher said. I glance at the sleepy man to notice his hair is now dancing above his head, indicating that he must be using his quirk.

After this, Greenie and Aizawa seem to have a short, yet intense conversation, which I can only assume is Aizawa threatening him. Once both parties finished speaking, Midoriya, what I heard another classmate call him, prepares for another ball throw attempt.

This time I pay close attention to what's going on and watch Midoriya prepare for his second throw. As he winds up his arm to deliver a powerful throw, I notice his veins. They glow a pinkish red and look as though they are on fire, but right before he releases the ball, they disappear. Had it not been for the forceful and loud gust of wind, I would have thought his quirk was erased for a second time.

"705.3 meters!" the tablet chimes once the softball comes into contact with the ground.

Immediately I clutched my stomach and bent over, producing the loudest and most annoying laugh. Most of my classmates look quizzically at me as I start trying to speak coherent words.

"T-That was w-w-what I was gonna...haha...do to Bakugo! By beating him by the smallest amount, ahaha!" I 'try' to contain my laughter when I sense a burning gaze, which is safe to assume comes from said Hothead.

"QUIT LAUGHING YOU SHITTY BIRDGIRL!" Bakugo yells in my direction but then instantly turns toward Midoriya, who still stands out in the circle. "AND YOU DAMN DEKU EXPLAIN TO ME HOW YOU DID THAT, OR YOU'RE DEAD!!" He threatens while charging at the now shaking Midoriya.

Before Bakugo has the chance to make good on his promise, Eraserhead's scarf is already around his head and midsection restraining him.

Aizawa speaks to the raging blonde as if he is a dog. "Stand down. It would be wise if you delinquents didn't cause me too much dry eye from using my quirk too much today." Then he proceeds to release Bakugo, who is only a fraction less angry than a second ago. "That concludes the final drill of our quirk assessment test; follow me to see your rank." He turns to stalk towards the sidelines of the field. Once there, he taps the tablet, and a holographic chart of our ranking appears in the air.

Urgently I search for my name, which, as suspected, was at the head of the list. Next, my eyes wander to see which unlucky soul would be departing from class 1-A after the first day.

'Of course, it couldn't have been Hothead or the pervy-looking grape head shorty.' I think, glancing to catch the pervert himself staring intently at the pink girl's butt. 'Oh, this shithead is asking for it now.' I approach the two and notice the grape guy whip his head towards me, looking somewhat panicked.

"No, please don't kill me. It's not what it looks like," He nervously mumbles out, shaking in his shoes.

I have no clue how he knew of my intentions, but I ignored it and growled out. "If I EVER catch you doing something like that again," I take the slightest pause while leaning down closer to his face, but not close enough to breathe the same nasty air as him, "I will drop kick you farther than I threw that damned softball, understand?" I finish with the sweetest and most innocent closed-eye smile.