FTM! Reader X MHA! Story [Am I Man Enough?]

Chapter 3 - Unfocus the Lense

The Quirk Apprehension Test.

The four tests I've done so far were pretty easy. There was a strength test, flexibility test, and a long jump, and I've got to do a baseball toss. I did okay in the first four, but nothing extraordinary. From what I've seen, I'm only shooting for the top 5. Sticking out on top means people pay more attention to me.

Though I kinda find these tests stupid. I mean, what if I didn't have a physical quirk? Like that broccoli kid- I think the pomeranian called him Deku? He hasn't used his quirk once. Who knows, maybe he's quirkless?

No, society hasn't progressed far enough to allow quirkless people to be heroes. Almost all of them who want to be a hero end up becoming vigilantes since most hero courses won't accept them. Why would UA tarnish their "good name" like that?

I go on for a while, contemplating the stability of hero society. I'm so lost in thought that I don't notice when Mr. Aizawa calls my name...

Five times.

I feel a pain in my ribs, one of my bruised ones. I see the one blonde kid with the lightning stripe in his hair who elbowed me. "Asahi's rice, dude that hurt. What's your pro-"

"Glow stick! If you've gotten your head out of the clouds, it's your goddamned turn!" The angry porcupine growled.

"Oh!" I say, faking gratitude. I start skipping to Mr. Aizawa, who has his hand out holding a baseball. "Thank you so much! Who knew pomeranians were so helpful!"

"Wha-What did you just call me??"

I do a 180 mid-air. "A pom-pom-pomeranian!" I hear a couple of people snicker in the class. "Why, do you have a problem with it?"

"No shi-"

"Bakugou and y/n, that's enough," Mr. Aizawa intervenes.

Bakugou- nah Bakuhoe suits him better- does one of his seemingly infamous "tch"s.

Aizawa hands me the baseball and I assume my position. I hear the sparkler snort and mutter something. "What was that, jazz hands?"

He yells, "'Said I doubt you're going to throw it much farther than Small Fry here!"

I smile coldly calm at the explosive personality personified and say, "I was going to try to hang back in fifth place-" I see Aizawa's eyes widen in surprise when he hears I was holding back, signifying that I correctly estimated my position so far- "but you're really starting to tick me off. What was your distance again?"

I hear Bakubabe- to be honest, he's fucking hot. But so is everyone in this class. How does that just happen- snort again. "You really think you can surpass me? I'd like to see you try, twinkle toes!"

I roll my eyes dramatically at the nickname and he finally answers, "705.2 meters, but I doubt you could beat that!" I see him with his hand clawed and explosions crackling.

I nod and then smirk. "I'm not trying to show you up that much, firecracker." I start to wind my left hand back and concentrating intensely, big glowing white spirals starting from my fingertips and stopping at my shoulder. I make sure not to use too much power and I launch it, which ends up using a butt ton more energy. That's when I release the ball and it soars.

Without looking back, I click my heels together. "What'd I get, teach?" I ask cockily, knowing perfectly well what I had gotten. I can't wait to watch Bakugou's jaw drop.

I bend over slightly, my head looking upside down at the whole class as I zero in on the blonde bitch. He watches me angrily and I smirk. Then, Aizawa speaks up, "He... got 705.3 meters."