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For the most part the written test was easy.
Every student sat down and was given a quirk information form, in which they had to describe their quirks, give a reason it's a good quirk compared to others and outline an ideal situation for its use.
Most of the participants opted to view this as irellevant, but luckily Izuku was able to see through their bluff and know that this was a test of both language skills but also of quirk theory.
He answered that with ease, drawing conclusions from his quirk from how other heroes and villains with similar quirks had used theirs in the past
That part of the test was more of a self reflection of the past months to him than anything else really, and he found his curious spirit being awakened inside him again.
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About ten minutes later they brought out the official test. This was only difficult in the sense that, although Izuku knew most of the classic heroes and villains as well as basically all of the secret tactics, he wasn't exactly up to date with the current hero culture.
And due to this, questions written to give participants relief from "high pressure questions" were the ones Izuku found the most challenging.
A: explain how a flying quirk is considered a tactile advantage against a mutilation quirk using biomechanical reasoning
B: What is the quirk of the rising hero Mt.Lady?
(If yall can actually answer these questions i'll give you all a shoutout in my next chapter!)
After four hours of answering questions everyone in the hall had begun to doze off, there were a couple of people still alert. The only reason being that they were too stressed about the physical exam to even lose the slightest amount of attention.
And then there was Izuku who had promptly fallen asleep after messily scribbling the last answer into the paper. He had become a bit of a spectacle, as he kept giggling manically in his sleep.
(FUTURE AUTHOR HERE, YALL I SPELT SPECTACLE AS SKEPTIBLE 💀💀💀)
In the surveillance room most of the UA teachers were just staring at the sleeping child wondering how on earth he had finished the test in under 30 min of their record.
They had re-winded the video assuming to see a bunch of half-assed or made up answers, but were surprised when they saw he had mostly answered them correctly and with detail.
He had completely flunked the modern culture questions and had written a condescending note under each along the lines of "Why the flippity fuck do we have to know what the Jean guy's favourite hairstyle is?!"
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The test ended and all the students spilled out into the corridor to call their parents, eat, network or just enjoy their one hour break before the physical exam.
Izuku was still dazed from his unexpected nap and had forgotten to line up his anti-socialising wall of resting-bitch-face defences.
Within two minutes he had already had three people come up to him and start talking:
One: that pink cheeked girl who had seen him sleeping and was wondering if he was okay or needed the sick bay.
Two: a slightly familiar boy with half red hair and half white hair who was monotonously spouting some bullshit about his "Daddy issues" and "lonely" vibes and wondered if he wanted to discuss some theories with him.
Three: The same boy who had been shouting at Nezu came up to him and was about two minutes into lecturing him about not sleeping in exams and 'respecting your elders' before izuku had given up and just walked away.
He was sitting in the corner of the room, contemplating new ways that he could die. I mean, these people seemed like a bunch of pretentious twits, so what's the point anyway?
He could drown himself and locked himself underwater, when his body tried to revive itself it would just be re-drowned.
He was just contemplating the best anti rust chain when from the corner of his eye he glimpsed a very familiar blonde.
Katsuki Bakugo was standing in the corner, looking angry with life. He hadn't changed much, still as floofy as a pomeranian, but much more muscular that Izuku remembered him.
Izuku half expected some sort of wave of fear and anxiety to surge through him.
And there was definitely a wave of something that hit him when he caught Bakugo's red eyes.
A wave of something when Bakugo's eyes widened in recognition, then in shock as they took in izuku's frail body.
No, it wasn't fear, or even shock for that matter.
Something much more dangerous
He felt vengeful.
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WASSUP BROS AND HOS THIS IS THE SECOND TODAY!!!
You proud that I had motivation my dude?
If you can do a real easy thing and just like this episode (and any you haven't if you are feeling kindly) that would be awesome.
As per usual, I love getting comments 💬and I try to answer as many as I can, so advice, praise, general "i'm bored, wanna talk" is super welcome! ✨✨✨
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