Paladins & Necromancers

Chapter One: Entrance Exams

Tomura Shigaraki was about ready to disintegrate the paper in his hands. He was trying to apply for school, not start a country. Why did they need so much information? Only Level One and he was already suffering. He groaned, tempted to procrastinate another day to play on his crystal ball. Even just a game of PVP tic-tac-toe was preferable to this. Powder-blue strands of hair fell into his vision and he blew them away in annoyance. He scratched his neck. Focus. He only had two more days until the deadline to turn in his forms for UA School for Budding Mages.

Tomura groaned again, leaning his head back and taking his hand away from his neck to grab a pen. He had already filled out three pages of what just seemed like the same questions rephrased. Why do you want to be a mage? What about magic interests you? What would you want to use your magic for if you were to become licensed? At the moment, the answer to these questions all had to do with the ban of excessive forms. He flipped through the packet, finding the easiest page (personal information) and began filling it out with a grumble.

Name? Tomura Shigaraki.

Date of birth? April 4th, year 367 APS. ("After Paladin Salvation". It made Tomura want to gag.)

Sex? Male.

Natural hair and eye color? Light blue and red, respectively. Couldn't they just get an image of him from the crystal ball network at his old school and stop bothering him?

Height? 5 feet, 6 inches, thanks to that latest growth spurt. Why do you even need to know?

Parent/Guardian(s)?

Tomura hesitated for a moment. Parent... His pen suddenly burst in his hand, almost spraying ink across the paper. He hissed, catching the ink with his fingers and trying to find a cloth to clean himself off. "Stupid fucking pen," he muttered, finding a handkerchief. Once he grabbed it, he accidentally turned it to dust. He swore loudly. Natural Magic was a magical ability people were born with, able to use without any sort of extra medium like a sigil or a wand. Tomura's, Decay, allowed him to disintegrate anything he touched with five fingers. He had accidentally turned more items into sandy messes with it than he would care to admit.

As he began looking for a new cloth, a man made of dark mist with glowing yellow eyes entered the room, holding a plate. "Is something wrong, Tomura Shigaraki?" Kurogiri asked.

He grumbled nothing in particular as he reached for another handkerchief, this time being careful with his fingers. He really needed to buy a new pair of gloves; his old pair was way too small.

Kurogiri put down the food on Tomura's desk and took a look over his paperwork. "You've only got two days left to finish all of this."

"I know." Tomura was hyper-focused on rubbing the ink off his fingers, holding the handkerchief between two as he rubbed off black spots.

Kurogiri's glowing orbs of eyes narrowed in his equivalent of a scowl. "You're not going to finish before the deadline at this rate."

"I know. I'll clear this level. Leave me alone." Tomura did not feel like dealing with his guardian's hover-parenting.

Kurogiri sighed, muttered something about teenagers, and left the room. Tomura, finally managing to get the last of the ink off his hand, sat back down at the desk with a large exhale. "Shit," he muttered, picking up his forms again and going back to the UA questionnaire. Where was he before that disaster?

Parent/Guardian(s)? Oh. Right.

It felt wrong as he wrote "Resident of Kamino Ward Children's Home" on the line. As much as Kurogiri got on his nerves, he was family. However, it was not as if Tomura could put the name of a man who was supposed to be dead on the page. Besides, legally, it was true; Even if Kurogiri paid the owners of the home off to let him care for Tomura, he was still in their custody. He continued the questions, none of the rest of them giving him any reason to pause.