𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. [rewriting..?]

- chapter : 4 -

"My sour boy is a pain..
i wanna shoot him in the brain."

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After several long hours spent training it was finally time to set foot onto U.A grounds—
it was finally time to prove your worth and find out whether or not you've been chasing your dream for nothing.

A sigh came out for your mouth, it may have sounded as if you we're tired but in reality that was just you trying to calm yourself down, as a pit of anxeity started forming in your gut.

'Satan give me the strength to literally not pass out and embarrass myself in front of everyone, pretty please and in advance thank you—'

You tried singing a little happy tune in your head to calm yourself down but that also didn't work, it just seemed to make you annoyed with yourself even more than usual, which made your shoulders drop down in defeat.

A soft breeze greeted your face as you finally got your shit together and decided to start jogging your way there, to the big and intimidating gates of U.A High-school—

as the big building reached your sight, you hesitated for a split second.

After all you never truly cared about becoming a hero, you didn't necessarily care about your status if you were being honest, you just wanted to be of use to people and if helping them along the way came with the job that was just a bonus.

You just finally wanted to do something with your life, something that would make your family finally proud of you, something that would make you feel whole, something that would maybe change the cycle of just waking up and doing nothing whilst feeling as if you're the most worthless being on the planet, something that would just distract you from your never ending doom as the reality of your quirk killing you slowly sets in every day, something—

..just something other than misery.

Your head snapped to the left out of instinct, bringing your head out of your trance, you slapped yourself a couple of times—
there's was no time for self hatred now, you'd do that later.

With your hands in your baggy pockets you marched your way to the main grounds where the written exam would be taken—
you walked briskly but with caution as you didn't want to bump into anybody.

Finally you made it and with a slight gulp you went in.

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The written part of the exam was done, it wasn't too difficult, however you weren't a fool as you knew that the practical exam is where U.A really put all their effort into cheery picking only the best of the best.

Your shoes made small clicking noises on the ground as you made your way twoards the entrance, if there's one thing you were sure of, you'd be one stupid idiot if you didn't try your best in this exam—

afterall, this was the only way.

The only way to distract yourself and the only way to make yourself feel useful, finally receiving the praise you so desperately yearned. Saving people was like your second nature at this point, you had a natural talent.

And you'd be damned if you didn't try to use that natural talent.

Not bothering to glance around you, you marched into the arena as soon as the doors opened, noone waits for you in a real fight, right?

With people shouting and protesting behind you, you immediately started crushing some robots—

you focused yourself on your quirk, feeling it flow thru your veins and eventually exiting your system, leaving behind a pretty neon blue splatter on the metal.

The two contrasted each other quite beautifully, you painted the scene infront of everyone.

However this was no art exhibit,
there was no time to look at the metal rotting away as the poison sets it,
you needed to get as many points as possible.

You focus was broken by a shrill scream that sounded desperate, you've been counting your points and so far you had atleast 60 which was more than enough..

'I guess I could go around helping people who got stuck or are tired, I'm going to pass either way but I might aswell make myself look good—'

your thoughts swarmed your head as you nodded to yourself, turning around and glancing around you, two people were in distress at the moment.

One red head with sharp jagged teeth, and another with black hair.

You infused your leg with some poison as you kicked the rubble trapping the poor red headed male,
he started beaming and immediately thanked you a thousand times, you simply smiled and ran in the opposite direction to help the other person in distress.

A slight burning feeling was left over on your legs, and your head started pounding but you ignored it—
you weren't giving up now.

Yet again you infused your leg and kicked the robot away from the exhausted male who was passed out on the ground, he was about to he trampled by the robot before he passed out from fear, presumably.

You picked him up, bridal style, and set him down near a hidden away building, making sure he was safe and no robots could find him.

He didn't have any injuries, he was probably just exhausted and passed out due to his quirk. All he really needed was some rest and maybe a snack also—
you rummaged thru your pockets and fished out a protein bar, you gently put it in his hand and with that
you left.

What you didn't know,
was that there was many teachers eyeing you down, silently praying you'd be in their class, knowing you had great potential.

Continuing on the search for some extra points, you smashed every robot you'd see, gathering up points.

You didn't necessarily need it, but it's not like you had anything better to do at the moment and plus it was fun watching them fall down face first.

Eventually, a big commotion started rising as your eyes reached a big Zero Pointet in the distance, it was unnecessarily big, meaning that a hit in the head or a strong enough blow to the feet would do just fine—
you decided to stay away from that area, as frankly you we're getting tired and all you really wanted was to go home and eat.

Grabbing another snack out of your pocket, you watched with interest in your eyes from the rooftop of a random building, how people scrambled away, desperately trying to get away.

One person especially peeked your interest, it was a little guy who remined you of an emerald, he jumped up and punched the robot square in the face, the big hunk of metal tumbled down and everyone around it ran out of the way—

overall, it was quite the interesting event, especially when you we're high up so you could see everything.

A sigh escaped your lips as you started slowly climbing your way down the building, using the window sills to prop your legs, being thankful that you wore gloves to make sure your grip was firm.

Afterall, falling to your death didn't sound all that appealing.

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