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~ PART FORTY TWO ~

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

*throws chapter and runs*

Previously

Anyways, eventually it was my turn to be checked in. I stated my name, quirk (or lack of one) and course I was trying for, and the person searched up my name to check for a record of any sort.

"Hm"

I cringed at the small sound.

"Seems you have a long record of vigilantism that you could never actually be charged for, due to your quirk status."

I waited.

"Ehh, you were never actively charged for it, so I see no problem with you being here."

I had to hold myself back from jumping for joy.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

After finally being checked in, I headed over to the seating area for all the examinees.

Even if I knew that I was the one that came to the school to try out for... the hero course, I just felt so out of place, like I wasn't supposed to be there. Pushing the thought away, I moved my headphones to be actually on my ears and still just around my neck and pulled my phone out to begin playing music, hoping to drown out some of my anxieties if not all of them, though that was hoping for more than I could really ask for.

Eventually after a while, we were all herded into this giant auditorium. Though, it may have just seemed rather large to me as our school was never one to have proper... funding. Even if the facilities ever had been on par with anything like this I wouldn't know, being that I skipped school so much when I was actually doing physical school, and had transferred to online after only a short while...

...though it felt like an eternity.

But that was fine, I didn't need that school anyways.

Walking through the entranceway was made easy by the wide and tall door frames, and I was able to make my way inside rather quickly.

Luckily enough, we were able to choose our own seats, so I sat in the very back row, all the way in the corner. From here it was very easy to see the entrance, where students trickled in as they arrived. Having not gotten there early, they were not made to wait by the proctors.

Some notable people who just stuck out to me from my vantage point were:

•A boy with purple hair, whose eye bags could compete with Erasurehead himself

•A tall guy with six arms and a mask that I noted in my brain (if they didn't make him take off his mask for the exam, they would probably allow me to wear a mask in the event that I made it into the school)

•A girl with dark purple hair that cut off at her shoulders and had what looked like headphone jacks hanging from her ears (I wasn't sure if it was her quirk or just an odd fashion statement through the form of some hyper realistic earrings, though I thought the first option was more likely)

And lastly

•Kacchan. His blonde hair was spiked up in its usual style and the permanent scowl still rested on his face.

I really did not want to run into him.

Anyways, at some point, they had closed the doors on anyone who was coming as a last notice, without an application having already been handed in.

And that's when the academic exam began.

Someone had come on stage and announced the beginning and had explained that they were powering off all wifi so that people were not able to cheat (some students tensed at this, those little crickets). Apparently they had brought a student up with them from one of the already attending classes, who seemed to have a telekinesis quirk, and had them pass out one packet to everyone.

When everyone had a packet, we were given two hours and told to begin.

I was content to listen to the music I had already downloaded to my phone and work on my paper in silence.

Opening the booklet, I began to read the questions, though they were all things that I had already either learned in online classes or taught myself just because I was bored. So, you could probably understand my confusion when some people seemed to be struggling.

Did they give me the wrong paper?

I would have raised my hand and asked, but I didn't want to seem like I was questioning their judgement, so I just went with it. If they failed me because I took the wrong test, I'm blaming it on my anxiety.

I breezed through the booklet in the first half hour and when I closed it and put my pencil on top, it was immediately lifted off my desk and floated up to where the proctor was sitting...

And who might that have been? None other than Erasurehead himself. He must have switched out with the other random teacher at some point.

I almost wanted to laugh at how stunned he seemed when it plopped down on his desk, but didn't want to draw attention to myself. Though, I nearly did laugh when Eraser gave a small glare to the student who was controlling the levitation, though, she glared back with just as much intensity, adjusting her black baggy jacket with a small smirk on her face.

I already liked her.

She even gave off those 'I don't give a sheet' vibes, not to mention the small Lesbian pride flag sewn into the sleeve of the jacket. I would try to be friends with her, but I don't like talking to people. Or making friends.

After their staring contest ended, Eraser seemed to realize that 'oh shit, someone already finished' and looked around the room until his eyes rested on me.

He raised one eyebrow in an unspoken question, and I just blinked back, putting on an innocent face.

Then he seemed to do a double take, I could just about feel his newer question from where I was sitting.

'How did he even get in here?'

Cause, come on, we both knew my record was not a clean slate.

He sighed and just looked down at my paper before beginning to flip through it, eyebrows raising slightly as he turned each page.

...Well, I feel like I'm about to be in deep shit.

No idea why... just, a feeling.

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