Miss Rebel

《5》Haters gonna Hate

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"Alma...what is your junior high score for throwing?"

Unexpectedly, Alma was put on the spot when asked about her junior high score for throwing a softball. They were currently outside the school, more specifically, in the training area. They were all dressed up in U.A's famous gym uniform.

'.....' She blinks, unsure if she ever had a score for that at her school back in the States.

"Uh...like 30 meters...?" She makes it up, hoping Aizawa would buy it. And he seemed to have, as he throws her the ball.

"Now try doing it with your quirk,"

Alma blinks at this, being guided towards the center of a circle. She was directed to throw the ball within the circle, and as far as she could.

'Ah...so that's how it is...' She smirks, twirling the ball in her hand. She began to hum, activating this yellow aura surrounding her body. The ball began to glow under her grasp, now taking the opportunity to throw it...floating into the sky. Everyone watched the ball slowly disappear from their sights, some gasping while others remained quiet.

Apparently...the ball headed straight to outer space, gaining her a score of infinity...

"WHOA!! INFINITY??"

Alma just smirks at this, flicking her yellow bangs before heading back towards her empty spot with the rest. For a brief moment, she locked gazes with a crimson eye boy that seemed to have been glaring at her ever since. She flashes him a wink, urging him to click his tongue before looking away.

At this point, she zoned out everyone but listening to Aizawa's instructions. Apparently, whoever place last after completing all 8 standardized test, they'll be expelled.

'If I didn't know any better I would have believed him...yet again he did expel his students from last year, ' Alma shrugs, shoving her hands inside her P.E uniform. It wasn't much of a bluff, but he was being sincere, proving that he was someone who took things seriously.

"Hold on! That's not fair! You can't send us home! We just got here!!" The brunette by the name of Uraraka defends, seemingly upset by Aizawa's statement. She had a point, but Alma just shrugged it off.

"Oh? And you think natural disasters are? Hungry villains? Catastrophic accidents? No, life is full of unfairness..." Aizawa narrows, glaring at the students who freeze at his words. He had a point.

"It's a hero's job to try to come back that unfairness. That's why you need to push yourselves to the limits...go beyond. Plus Ultra Style," Aizawa smirks slightly as he taunts them with a flick of his finger, "Show me it's no mistake that you're here..."

'Oh my~' Alma smirks, quite enjoying the look her teacher bore. There was just something attractive about that grin. And she was here for it. She licked her lips while the rest of the students were now tense at Aizawa's heavy words.

"Now...let the test begin..."

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:50 Meter Dash: