5: Costumes and Combat Training

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"He threw it over 700 meters!" The other blond one gasped.

"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!" Uraraka cheered and fist bumped the air.

"But his finger appears to be broken now."

"Just like in the exam. This Quirk is very odd."

"It wasn't a very pretty throw."

I heard some scary deep breathing and took in the rabid Pomeranian beside me. He was foaming at the mouth!

"Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!" Bakugo yelled and lunged at Izuku.

I unconsciously went to grab my yo-yo but remembered I wasn't transformed. Suddenly, Eraserhead's signature scarf came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around explosion child.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much." Aizawa growled. "It gives me serious dry eye."

Our homeroom teacher: Shota Aizawa. He can erase the Quirk of anyone he looks at, but the effect ends when he blinks.

"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up."

"Ouch, is your finger okay?" Uraraka asked Izuku.

"Sure. Fine!" He panicked, still not to experienced with talking to girls.

We finished up the rest of our physical fitness tests. I wasn't worried about me failing, but I was worried about Izuku.

"All right, time to give you your results." Aizawa said and put up a list. "I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score."

I tried to muscle my way through the pack of students and looked at the list but I was no match for their height and need for gossip. I tried jumping but that only got me a glimpse of the board and a lot of heads.

"Wow!" Some big muscly guy with large lips, casually held me on one of his shoulders. "Jee, thanks!" I thanked him and smiled.

"No problem, little dude." He said.

"Hmm..." I looked at the board and glanced at all the names. I was in seventh and Izuku was in...last.

"And I was lying," Mr Aizawa suddenly said. "no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

"What?!" We all yelled in shock.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out." Ponytail said. "I'm sorry. I guess I probably should have said something."

"That was pretty nerve‐wracking, huh?" Blond guy sighed.

"Nah, I'm always down for a challenge." Spiky red haired guy replied.

"Yeah, me too." I nodded and jumped down to the ground.

"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning." Aizawa told us. "Midoriya. Take this and go have the old lady fix you up. Things are gonna be tougher tomorrow when your actual training begins. Make sure you're prepared." And he left.

* * *

"I'm so tired." Uraraka groaned and stretched.

"Same, and it's not even because of the test. Just the fear of getting expelled is exhausting." I added. "Oh look, there's Izuku and Iida."

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