Take my Brain, or What Remains(ON HOLD)

Chapter 8: Washing Machine Heart

Midoriya slowly walked up to the circle drawn into the sand, eyes darting around as he looked for anything he could use to his advantage. He hadn't done badly, by any means, but he didn't want to barely scrape by either. The portals were incredibly versatile, and if people wrote him off on the first day because he didn't have a proper opportunity to use them, he'd be pissed with himself and Aizawa.

He wasn't even sure why he cared so much. Surely it didn't make a difference what other people thought of him, right? But the second he was in the changing room, it's all he could think about. How his classmates saw him. To be fair to them, no one said anything rude or invasive really. The boy with the split coloured hair, Aizawa had called Todoroki, seemed to be the only one who could tell he was uncomfortable.

Was he overthinking it? Maybe, but he found it...strange how much of an emphasis on quirks there was literally everywhere he went. From when he got out of Aperture to that moment, everything seemed to surround quirks.

He wondered how they could ever understand how life used to be for him.

He stepped into the circle. Aizawa's eyes were burning with curiosity, and Midoriya took a deep breath. He adjusted his grip on the baseball, looking at the small screen. It displayed the number zero.

Midoriya glanced around once more, trying to decide on some way to impress both Aizawa and his classmates.

Boom.

His eyes were drawn to the moon, barely visible in the bright blue sky.

He smirked to himself as he turned around, facing the school building. He could hear the murmurs of the others as he prepared himself.

This was either going to work really, really well, or go horribly wrong.

He idly wondered what Glados would say if she could see what he was about to do.

He turned, briefly, to face his classmates.

"You may want to hold on to something sturdy."

Their confusion was comical, to say the least. Aizawa looked concerned at best.

Taking a deep breath, he aimed the portal gun at the wall in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he shot his blue portal at the wall before flinging the ball, and throwing up his other portal at the moon's surface.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he waited for the tell tale sparkle of the portal as it landed.

All of a sudden, the portals snapped open, and Midoriya braced himself against the powerful vacuum of space.

He watched as the ball went through, literal milliseconds away from slamming into concrete.

Grey.

Something grey caught his eye.

"What the hell?"

He knew it was a stupid idea. He knew Aizawa would probably kill him for it later, that is, if it didn't kill him right then and there.

He leapt at the portal, slamming his legs into the wall right at the edge.

There, a spherical object. Grey.

And an Aperture Science logo proudly emblazoned on the side.

He leaned into the portal, reaching for whatever it was. He exhaled all the air from his lungs and just, just got a grip on the handle-

When something started pulling him back to earth.

The second he passed through, he shut the portals.