𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤:𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Yikes

"So, Y/N. I think we have some business to talk about." Mitsuki said, folding her hands. "But first, I want to learn more about you." While fragrant scents drifted in the air, the background noise blended in softly.

"What would you like to know?" I responded. "Tell me about yourself; your quirk, your personality, your fighting styles, your comfort level."

"I'll begin with the basics. I'm 15 years old." I started to struggle with the other facts until mom stepped in. "Y/N, you won't get any problems from her. Ever since a child, she's been a fairly relaxed and laidback person."

"Ooh, that's perfect. I already have to deal with a hothead every day." She laughed. "I'm not a hothead. You always manage to piss me off." Bakugo cursed.

Wow.

"You don't think you piss me off?" Mitsuki replied. "Anyway, please go on."

"My quirk can be a bit complicated. It's one category that can fall into more than one." I replied. "What the hell do you mean by that?" Bakugo asked.

"It means that I can alter the laws of physics and the things that fall under it such as quantum physics or classical physics."

"I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble picturing it." She said, grabbing a notepad. I looked around the table and picked up a round piece of table decoration.

"I think this will do." I rolled it on the table back and forth. "This is the normal pace this would move if you just put a little force. I can change the speed, the direction, the amount of friction, energy."

"That sure is something, but what did you mean by classic and quantum."

"It means she can control things on the scale based level from things microscopic to day to day life-sized things. I didn't think you'd be losing your wits so fast." Bakugo sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"Thank you, and I'm working on Macroscopic things now, but it's a bit difficult to get the hang of."

"What are your limitations?"

The only two things that cause me problems are magic and using my quirk too much. If I use my quirk too much, I get a crippling migraine. That doesn't happen very often."

"And when it does happen. What do you do to recover from it?"

"I usually relax in a dark room, drink coconut water, or take a pain pill."

"That's all I have for right now. How about you and Bakugo get used to each other because you two will be seeing each other a lot."

I looked at him who was deeply indulged in his phone. "Can I assume that you're in an emo phase?" I asked, looking at his black skull pattern shirt.

"Can you shut the hell up?" He responded. "Yikes," I whispered to myself. I texted Marcus saying, "Bro has a skull pattern shirt. I haven't seen one of those since you decided to go into a deep emo phase."

He replied with, "LMAO, It was a rough year." I couldn't reply because mom snatched the phone out of my hand while Mitsuki did the same.

"The hell you do that for, you old hag!" He yelled. "Get off your damn phone and talk to her. This is why you have no friends."

Mom gave me a distinct look that warned me not to try her. "I have friends!"

"Make a new one." She ordered. "What school do you go to?" He grumbled. "I go to Shiketsu High. What about you?"

"UA high. I don't understand why you chose to go to Shiketsu high if you have a quirk like that."

"A school is a school. Rankings don't matter."

He huffed under his breath and said, "To you, if I'm going to surpass the people at the top. I need to go to the top. I need to associate myself with people at the top."

I can tell from right now. This guy and I are going to have some problems. "Oh, that's nice. Goodluck"

"Fuck off. I don't need your luck." He picked up the menu and distanced himself from the conversation. There are going to be major problems.

"Oh, Y/N. I forgot to ask. What's your fighting range and main combat?"

"I usually fight mid-range to close range. I usually use the object I control to fight or hand-to-hand."

"I spoke with your Mom here and she says it's fine for you to come over so I can get your measurements, are you free next Monday?"She asked.

"Yeah, that's fine by me. Thank you by the way." I smiled softly. "You don't have to thank me. Anyway, let's order."

"Victoria, how far along are you?" Misuki asked, looking at mom's baby bump. "Crossing into 4 months." She said, happily.

"I remember having this one. It was an aggressive one. After him, I told myself no more." Mitsuki laughed. "That is the same thing I said about my oldest. Then I got two more."

"This Cajun Chicken looks quite appetizing," I said, changing the topic but it looks like mom and Mitsuki took off their talk.

"Don't get your hopes up. This place may be fancy, but the food is fucking trash." Bakugo sighed. "What do you suggest then? I said slightly irked.

"The steak."

I don't like this child. His obnoxious demeanor. His sly remarks. The way he sits. The way he talks.

Yeah. Major problems.