Red in Different Shades

3. Physical Test

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Edited 12.MARCH.22

Edited 03.OCT.24

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"Infinite?" The entire class gasped at the outrageous score.

Niwa wondered, watching their teacher mutter as he walked away, did he prepare enough softballs for all of the class to blast away or just the few he knew might? 

And did Uraraka send her ball into space? Is that how she got infinite?

Damn, that was awesome. She should totally get Uraraka to send her homework up there next time... Maybe then she could legitimately claim 'lost in space' as an excuse.

"It doesn't look good for Midoriya if he continues like this," Iida said with his arms crossed over his chest.

Bakugou on her left leaned toward Iida who stood beside him, "Huh? Of course not. He's a Quirkless small fry, you know."

This surprised Iida who turned to the explosive boy, "Quirkless? Are you not aware of what he did in the entrance exam?"

"Huh?" Bakugou seemed confused.

"Eyes on the field, boys." Niwa's voice cut in smoothly, her tone carrying a quiet authority. No need to let them start bickering either side of her. It worked, as the boys turned back to watch with the rest of the class while Midoriya stared at the softball in his hands. He closed his eyes and reared back his arm in a pitch.

"46 meters," Robo-camera announced.

"You see?" Bakugou muttered from beside her. 

Niwa caught sight of their teacher moving out in front of the class, the grey scarf wrapped around his neck unraveled threateningly in the air around them. The whole class watched nervously as their teacher spoke.

"I erased your Quirk." He announced to the horrified looking boy standing in the center of the field. "That entrance exam was definitely not rational enough if even a kid like you was accepted."

Niwa narrowed her eyes. Yeah, she got what Aizawa was doing—pushing Midoriya, though she had no idea why. But still, there was no denying it. This test was a damn rigged game for anyone without a flashy Quirk. The thought made her stomach twist, though she'd never admit it aloud.

"You erased my Quirk?" Midoriya asked more like he was putting the pieces of a puzzle together than trying to figure out why. Midoriya recoiled, "Those goggles... I get it! You can erase other people's Quirks with your Quirk just by looking at them. The Erasure Hero: Erasure Head!"

"Eraser? I've never heard of him."

"I've heard of him. He's an underground hero." Her classmates chattered.

"If he's Quirkless, why would Sensei bother erasing his Quirk?" Niwa said loud enough for Bakugou to hear. She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to contradict her. She wasn't about to let that slip without a jab. She could feel the retaliating glare burn a hole in the side of her head.

"From what I can tell, you can't control your Quirk, can you? Do you intend to become incapacitated and have someone save you again?" Aizawa-Sensei lectured the poor kid.

"That-That's not my intent-" Midoriya's words were cut off when their Sensei's scarf shot out, wrapped around Midoriya and dragged the kid closer to their teacher. How the hell was he doing that with a scarf? Niwa puzzled as she watched her Pro-Hero teacher.

Aizawa leaned down, daunting over the poor boy. "Whatever your intention, I'm saying that's what others around you will be forced to do... In the past, there was once an oppressively passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless valor, you'll just be decked and turned into a useless doll after saving one person." Came the heavy-hitting lecture from their teacher.