CATALYST ☆ b.katsuki

·.·★ two ★·.·

"it's sad, isn't it? when someone you know becomes someone you knew."

chapter two

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She didn't feel like she lived in her body as she robotically walked to the girls locker room.

He was here. Shota was really here, and he's gonna be her teacher for the next year. Why hasn't he tried to reach out? Or at least said something to her? She pulls the UA gym uniform over her body, ignoring the stares from the other girls. Whispers follow her out the door, and she glances at her legs. All her scars and burns are on full display, just like she had been worrying about. She glares at the girls.

"Want a picture?" She spits before slamming the door. She prepared to feel her face burn in shame, or hot tears build up in the corners of her eyes, but nothing happened. The walls she'd put up this morning were still standing strong. Slowly, she made it down to the field where most of the class was waiting. Noa unsuccessfully pretended her classmates weren't there, and a figure walks up, standing beside her and gently nudging her with their elbow. She looks over to see the girl who had woken her up before.

"I'm sorry about the girls, I'm sure they didn't mean to stare so much." Her voice was gentle and reassuring, but Noa brushed her off with a shrug. "My names Kyoka Jirou, by the way."

"I don't really care what they think. Noa." The two exchanged nods and Jirou went to stand with the girls while Noa found the one person she knew here and stood by him.

"I'm over this already." She complains to Shoto.

"What happened?"

"They're all staring."

"Ah." He nods, understanding. So much help, really. Thanks.

Aizawa walks in front of the class, clearing his throat and explaining how standardized tests in middle school held back those with truly high-potential quirks, the flaws in the system, all that stuff. He wouldn't meet eyes with Noa.

"Bakugo." He says, making the blonde kid's head snap up. "You scored first in the entrance exams, how far was your softball pitch in middle school?"

"Sixty seven meters, I think." The boy responds gruffly.

Aizawa nods. "Now try it with your quirk." He tosses the kid a softball. Bakugo steps into a wide circle, stretching his shoulder and grinning maniacally.

"Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Now go on, you're wasting our time." Shota tiredly instructs.

"Alright man, you asked for it." He replies before dropping his shoulder and swinging his leg in front of him. His body lurches forward, palms crackling before letting the ball fly with a huge explosion. The softball soars, the force and heat of the throw propelling it. It lands, and Aizawa turns around, showing his phone to the class.

705.2 meters.

Noa's eyebrows raise slightly. Decently tall, strong build. Explosion type quirk. Seems powerful, but has an..interesting personality so far.

She would have to make mental notes on everyone and their quirks to figure out the best way to defeat them, keep tabs on them and their progress. The strong or potentially dangerous ones at least.

Once everyone calmed down, she assumed that they would start the rest of the tests, but the teachers voice stopped them. "Some of you are recommendation students. You were put in different exams than the rest of the students and recommended to the school by a professional. Eh, miss Todoroki, you scored highest out of the three of you, show us what makes you so special."