It's Raining It's Pouring, I Know I'll Never Be The King

The Only Clear Decision

   "Alright, for your homework. I want you to write in a paragraph what you thought your quirk was going to be, and why. And then in the same paragraph how you got your quirk. Iida will pass out your papers and then you can go to lunch or whatever. I'm going to sleep."

Denki felt like throwing up at those words. The nausea swirled around in his stomach and his view of the world went hazy when the green paper was settled in front of him.

Green papers are always super important, and the first to be graded. Not that anyone else knew but Denki knew that those papers also went up to Nezu. Green papers would usually be used for primary exams, and depending on the grade, if it was a passing one, meaning above a D, then the exam papers would be sent over to Nezu, who scanned over them at the speed of light, and if he liked what was written on them, the papers would usually make their way over to one of the hero agencies.

The whole situation wasn't very good. His answer would be easy, but not enough for his teachers. It wouldn't be enough information to make it to Nezu and never in a million years would the information be impressive or worth enough to get him hired by some hero agencies.

The only things he could write on the paper were his name, the date, his quirk, and 'I don't know.' He quickly took his pencil and scribbled in those exact answers, before slamming his head down on the table. He paper-clipped a note onto it stating he wished to speak with Aizawa and Nezu together. It seemed like the best and simplest plan that he had; not like there was much else he could do anyways. But it was either give his superiors all the tangible information possible, or put zero effort into telling only the truth on the paper with no explanation and fail.

It was almost pressurizing, but it was also slightly relieving. His doctors knew, Recovery Girl definitely knew, she had asked about it his first week. It was in his files, tucked away in the medical section when he applied to UA. Eight and a half years of amnesia, and it was a challenge every day, because he lost so much time to train with his quirk.

When Denki slapped the nearly black paper on Aizawa's desk, face down with the note paper clipped on top, he knew people were watching. He knew he wasn't the only one to "be finished" with his paper, he was just the first to act on it. He assumed at least Sero Iida and Todoroki had their finished, seeing as their quirks had something to do with their families.

Denki's nerves were shocked as he practically rushed out of the classroom. The other would continue chatting in the dimly lit room and then Iida would lead them all out, the boy with blue hair wood be confused as to why Denki left, but he wouldn't snoop, especially after seeing the note. Iida would watch his classmates leave to go to lunch and knock lightly on Aizawa's desk. The knocking would Alert Aizawa enough that he would only sleep for 10 more minutes at the most.

Denki checked his phone to see the time, and being nearly one a lock he lifted his head up just in time to see Momo and Sato at the front of the line. Students were pouring in and out of the cafeteria. Since the class became second years they had all began admitting together at one table.

Denki started picking at his rice with his chopsticks; Midoriya took the seat to the left of Kaminari like usual and the others piled in one after another. They all chatted excitedly for a moment before Denki realized in the sudden quiet they were all looking at him.

"What's with the states guys?" He asked with a wobbly smile, sweat beading on his forehead and neck. He tried to not make a show of losing Ig his tie but they all noticed. He sighed deeply with an exhale before clearing his throat.

"Alright out with it, what are your guys' questions?"

"We we're just wonder why you ran out of the room so fast Kaminari, I mean no offense but you're not the fastest writer and I'm not even done myself. I mean my history is kinda complicated and I knew that your quirk isn't dependent on what quirks your parents have alone and ブツブツブツブツブツブツブツブツブツブツ..." Midoriya muttered, continuing his rant under his breath, turning away and placing his hand beneath his thumb.