There's a lot of bakugo in this. I didn't mean to💔 since I put fuyo with dekus group, I wanted to change it up and put Ikuyo in the other
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I lied on my side, staring at my wall as I sat restlessly in my bed. I sighed, rolling onto the floor. I dragged myself up and slipped on some shitty clothes. I couldn't care less about what I was wearing. It's not like that mattered today anyways.
I left my room as quietly as possible, cringing as my broken door squeaked, loudly scraping against the door frame as it struggled to open. I carefully shut the door, stuffing a shirt in the doorframe so it actually shut all the way. Man, it would be awesome to actually have a functioning bedroom door.
I quietly walked through the living room, shooting a glance at my father passed out on the couch. He snored loudly, and a bunch of crinkled beer cans surrounded his body, either thrown careless on the table in front of him, lying on the couch next to his passed out form, or stacked on the other table beside the couch.
My brother was likely still asleep, so I didn't bother him. I shot a glance out the window of my back door, spotting my mother smoking on our small porch. I only shook my head, leaving the house.
I slipped out my front door, locking it on the way out. Nobody would care or notice that I left anyways. I adjusted my glasses, making my way down the sidewalk as I approached the train.
Today I was going to be taking the U.A. entrance exam. I'm a little nervous, but I'm sure I'll be fine. We'll, I don't know. Maybe I'll get folded. Now that I think about it, I'm probably going to get my ass beat. Doesn't hurt to try though, I guess.
I put in my earbuds, blasting music as I boarded the train. What if someone dies? That would be embarrassing... What if I die? Shit, that would suck...
The train came to a stop, and I hopped off of it, making my way towards the big ass school building. God damn, what do you need all this space for?
I entered the crowded room, taking a seat next to some boy who looked like he was about to shit himself. A man with weirdly styled hair came out with a huge amount of enthusiasm. He was dressed like a DJ or something as he stood on the stage. He tried to hype up the crowd of students, but nobody was really into it.
The green haired boy next to me fanboyed as he beamed down at the man on the stage. A gruff voice hissed at the boy to shut up from the other side of him. I caught a glimpse of blonde spiky hair, but paid no mind to the interaction, gazing down at the stage, curious as to what the exam was.
"Like your application said, today you rockin' boys and girls will be out there conducting 10-minute mock battles in super-hip urban settings!" He announced, catching my attention. I looked down at him, resting my chin in my hand.
"Okay, okay let's check out your targets. There's three types of faux villains in every battle center. You'll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo!" He explained, and many mutters sounded throughout the room, especially from the messy haired kid next to me. I glanced over at him as he stared down at the stage, lost in his own thoughts as he quietly mumbled under his breath.
I was honestly paying more attention to the boy's mumbling than the actual teacher on the stage. His thoughts were actually reasonable, helping me process the exam. He seemed to be observant, which I certainly was not. Listening to him could give me a better strategy.
"Excuse me sir, but I have a question." A stern voice suddenly sounded from somewhere in front of where I sat.
"Hit me!" The DJ guy replied.
