━━━ ❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞
in which you stumbled upon a young boy sitting all alone in an alleyway one night. not realizing that you had more in common than you thought. both being used to fulfill other...
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chapter five
"isn't this-" you get cut off as you walk into someone accidentally.
"OUTTA MY WAY!" he yells as you take a step back.
"huh. he's got spunk." you admit as you look over at todoroki, "these uniforms are so comfortable I might sneak one home with me! will you help me if I do? dear old friend." you ask jokingly as you lean half your body weight on todoroki and look deep into his eyes.
"I will not condone such malicious behavior!" someone says from beside you. a boy with navy blue hair and glasses, you had seen him bicker with another one of your classmates at the start of class. "you will hang up the training uniform as soon as you are instructed to do so!"
you giggle and push off of todoroki, "I wasn't serious!" you say with a smile, "I admire your loyalty towards this facility though." you say with a smile. you look back towards todoroki and huff in relief, "that guys scary."
"what? a quirk assessment test!" you suddenly hear everyone unanimously shout in concern.
"but orientation! we're gonna miss it." a girl with brown short hair says. it seems like she hasn't caught on yet; about how he wants to see what we can do outside of the tests we had to undergo to get here.
you personally think that it's a good idea to test out your abilities.
it also gives you a chance to see everyone's quirks in action.
this is way better than orientation.
mr aizawa goes on a lecture about how the educational system only puts standardized tests in front of you without actually testing out your physical strengths- which you wholeheartedly believe.
"bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam." he says as he looks over to the boy you had run into earlier, the same one that was getting yelled at by glasses over there about putting his feet up on the desk. "what was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" mr aizawa asks firmly.
