BNHA x Autistic Reader

Entrance Exams

   Today's the day! The first day to the beginning of my high school career! If it weren't for the grape flavored melatonin gummies on my nightstand, I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten a wink of sleep. Sitting up straight in bed, I quickly slam my hand over the 'Off' button on my alarm before the chirping noise could alert my younger brothers Kure and Koyama. Thankfully, those snoozing terrors could sleep through most anything. Sliding my feet over the cold tile in my bedroom, I walk on my toes, joyfully spinning in circles, stimming in my happy dance motions. "Today's the day! Today's the day!" I whisper shout to myself, grinding my teeth together in excitement. Picking out a pair of my most comfortable sweats, I cross my fingers that they allow us to wear our own clothes onto the field. Wrapping my head, I take careful consideration to tuck my ears behind the fabric. There would be lots of people and high emotions at the entrance exam and I didn't want to become overstimulated. Especially on such an important day of my life. 

    Walking downstairs, I skip the last step to avoid the annoying creak. Kure and Koyama had broken the step last summer, in their famous 'stair case sliding' incident. Strolling into the kitchen, I smile seeing Mama and Saban, my step father, already awake and in the kitchen. In the highchair, I see my youngest step sibling Asato. Skipping over, I give Asato a kiss on the forehead, only to get a messy slobber filled rice porridge kiss in return. I grimace for a moment, wiping the rice particles from my face before smiling again hearing Asato giggle and coo. "Silly baby." I run my fingers through her soft black fuzz, before turning my focus onto my parents. Both of which had been too consumed in their morning banter to notice my arrival. 

    "Good morning~" I rock back and forth from heel to toe. "Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep last night?" Mama asks first. I grin, grinding my teeth together and balling up my fists in excitement. "I slept good. How did you two sleep?" Saban smiles and offers me a bowl of rice porridge with my favorite lightly seasoned crackers. And in my favorite My Neighbor Totoro bowl, no less. "We slept good, kiddo. Now eat up. You don't want to be running late on your big day." I nod vigorously, sitting down at the table. Blowing on the porridge, I savor the taste of the familiar, homey food in my mouth. Finishing the rest of my bowl, I narrowly avoid my final sibling, sister and toddler Naru. "Ogattachan. Up, up!" I give her a sympathetic look, as I dodge her arms. "Sorry, Naru. Can't today." 

    Grabbing my book bag that I packed the night before, I double count everything. Spare hair wrap? Check. Stress ball for nerves? Check. Headphones in case of overestimation? Check. Notebooks and pencils for taking information home? Check and check. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I practically barrel out the door, before stopping dead in my tracks. Right. Kure and Koyama sleepily trailed downstairs as I ran to Momma, giving her a peck on the cheek. Going from sibling to sibling, I gave Asato a kiss on the forehead, hugged Naru and ruffled Kure and Koyama's hair. One last person. "Ogata." Right! There Saban stood by the door with coat in hand. "Ready for school?" Sprinting out the door to Saban's car, I was practically beaming with excitement. "You bet!"

    Pulling up to the school, I examined the terrain with a steady but watchful eye. Students were milling about, some of them filing into the building, while others simply hung out outside of the building, socializing among friends. Saban seemed to notice my hesitation because he spoke up, with a gentle nudge. "I know that this means a lot to you, Ogata. And there has been a lot of build up and preparation for this moment. And I know that if your dad were here, he'd want more than anything to walk you up to those doors. Because more than anything, he believed that you could be a hero. And that his little girl could change the world. No matter what. And I know-" Saban choked on his words and I felt myself tearing up at the strong emotional resolution in his voice. "I know he'd be really proud of you, right now. And I'm not your father, but if it's okay, I'd like to walk you up to the doors, just this once." I signed 'yes'  with my fingers, and smiled reassuringly.  

    Walking with Saban in toe, I tried to ignore the strange looks I received from the other teens. Hadn't they seen an overly emotional stepdad before? Apparently not, because I could feel a wave of amusement and belittlement flowing from a group of girls I recognized from my old school. Pulling my scarf tighter around my head, I mentally blocked out the negative vibes around me. Upon reaching the door, I stopped, spinning around to give Saban a hug. "Promise you'll be okay?" Nodding my head, I signed back 'I promise. S-A-B-A-N.'  Part of me was grateful for his concern, but I could do this. I know that despite what people may say, I have just as much capability as any other hero. And unlike some, I genuinely have a quirk that could help lots of people, if just given the chance. After all, would the universe have given me such a unique ability if not to use it to help others around me? Reassured in my beliefs, I step forward into the building. 'Good bye S-A-B-A-N. I'll be fine. See you tonight.'  

    Walking into the main corridor, I noticed a large crowd of people gathering in the atrium. Not wanting to be late, I quickly squeezed my bag around my shoulder and found a place near the middle of the stadium. I didn't want to sit too close to the front, and be forced to cover my ears in front of the large speakers, but at the same time, I wanted to absorb all the information that I could without sitting all the way in the back. Beside me, two sets of girls sat. One was a bubbly, yet slightly noisy pink skinned girl, while the on the other side, sat a calm, composed, if slightly worried black haired girl. Personally, I tried to ignore them both as I began squeezing the stress ball from inside my backpack pocket. That is, until the pink skinned girl spoke up, practically shouting to be heard from over top of all the chaos. "Hi! My name's Mina! Mina Ashido! What's your guy's names?" I smiled politely, wiggling in my seat. "Hello, my names Ogata Hisoka. And you?" I turned to the black haired girl, but she didn't seem very interested in conversation. "If we get in, you can call me Momo. Momo Yaoyorozo." Something about the way she said if  we get in, bothered me a little, but the pink haired girl seemed unfazed. "Gosh, I'm so happy I was able to find a seat next to a pair of girls. It seems like it's practically all dudes in here." Smiling politely, I signed 'Yes, yes.'  offhandedly.  The pink haired girl squealed. "Oh! You know JSL? How interesting! I have a cousin that's deaf and she taught all her little siblings the basics and-" I mentally tuned her out, seeing someone walking on stage. 

    "Hello, little listeners!" A loud voice commanded the room, and one by one, the whole room went silent. "I said, HELLO LITTLE LISTENERS!" The crowd yelled back. "HELLO PRESENT MIC." Present Mic seemed pleased with this reaction, wearing a cat-like grin. "Now listeners, as it says in the application requirements, you will be conducting ten minute mock battles after this. Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You will earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your quirks to earn points by immobilizing the faux villains." I quickly scribbled down notes in my notebook, as Present Mic continued to talk. I wouldn't be able to use my quirk against the robots themselves, since robots are incapable of having an emotion to control, but I could easily use my quirk against the other people in my group to feel sluggish or tired. Would that truly be ethical though? Looking around, I noticed the group of girls from my old school, and my fist tightened. It was every man for himself and I was going to win. No matter what.