Phoenix (mha x oc)

Chapter 30: The License Exam Pt. 1

Tanaka's POV

The therapy sessions with Midnight have been helping, mainly with the whole Dabi situation, but I refused to open up about any of my other trauma, specifically about Kai. My nightmares have lessened, but are still prevalent. And now, it was the day of the license exam. We got off the bus and were all buzzing with nerves. Kaminari looked at us and said, "Let's get hyped up. Plus..."

"Ultra!" a new voice said.

We all turned around to see a large guy with a sophisticated hat walking toward us. "Sorry, I just love UA so much!" he exclaimed while bowing so low that his head hit the ground. 

"You're intense..." I muttered to myself as the rest of his schoolmates walked up and he walked toward me. 

"I just wanna say, the passion you showed at the Sports Festival was amazing! As expected of a relative of Hawks! You were my favorite!" he exclaimed as he leaned over me seeing as he was significantly taller than me.

"Thank you..." I muttered.

"You're also very pretty, I'd like to go on a date with you!" he exclaimed happily.

A blush rose to my face, "S-sorry, I don't go on dates with people I just met..." I explained.

"Then why don't we get to know each other better?" he asked with enthusiasm, grabbing my hands.

"She said no," Todoroki stated, walking between me and the tall guy. 

He glared at Todoroki with extreme hatred, more than what a normal guy would glare at another in this situation, before letting go of my hands and walking away, "I'll see you soon, Tanaka!" he called out.

"Inasa Yoarashi," Aizawa muttered.

"You know him?" one of my classmates asked.

"He's a first year like you. He was the top of the recommendation exams, but for some reason, he turned us down and went to Shiketsu," Aizawa explained.

'Interesting...' I thought to myself before a woman's voice said, "Is that you, Eraser?!"

Aizawa flinched and cringed, turning around to say, "So you're here too, Joke?"

"Haha! Marry me!" Joke said.

"No." Aizawa said blankly.

Mina geeked out while the rest of the class stared on in shock. "That's Ms. Joke!" Midoriya said before muttering in detail about her. 

"You two know each other?" Tsu asked.

"Our agencies used to do work together back in the day, and from there our love blossomed," Joke explained.

"No it didn't!" Aizawa growled.

"Come on, a life and family with me would be filled with endless laughter!" 

"That sounds like an actual nightmare," Aizawa deadpanned, causing me to chuckle, "Wait, if you're here then..."

"Yep, Ketsubusu, Class 2!" she called, causing a group of students to walk toward us.

I gulped as a boy with black hair walked toward us and began making introductions happily and with a friendly tone. He then turned to me. "Ah, Fuka Tanaka. I should introduce myself, my name is Shindo. You must be so brave to face all of that torture and to still be going strong," he said, one of his fingers tracing the heart shaped scar that was surrounded by a burn scar, "And even with all these scars, you're still as beautiful as they say."

I looked into his eyes, and noticed that he was being ingenuine. His eyes appeared to be vicious, uncaring, and as he stared at me, like a predator hunting its prey. I gulped and as I began to back up, I felt a hand pull me back and a different hand pull the black-haired boy's hand off of me. I looked up to see Bakugo holding the Shindo's wrist and staring at him with a glare, "Touch her again and I'll blow your ass sky high..."

Shindo's face turned to one that matched his eyes for a fraction of a second before turning back to a fake smile, his eyes landing on me again, "I was just being friendly. Why don't you tell your friends here to stop being so violent."

I looked around and saw all of my friends glaring at him, turning around to see that Todoroki was the one who pulled me away from Shindo. "They're just protective. It's not my fault you were coming off as a threat," I whispered as Ms. Joke pulled her class away, taking him with it.

"Go get changed into your hero costumes," Aizawa instructed, his mood slightly sour.

We did as he said and walked into the area where we were to get our instructions. A man with pale hair and a tired expression walked out and explained the rules. We had three targets on our bodies. If they all get hit, we are out. We also have six balls to hit other targets with. If we get two people out, we pass. 'Simple enough,' I thought to myself as the building collapsed, revealing a massive arena. Midoriya suggested that everyone stuck together, but Bakugo, followed by Kirishima and Kaminari, and Todoroki went off on their own. "Sorry guys, I'm going to go off on my own too. I have faith that you guys will pass," I stated before flying away to a new area.

The area I ended up in was a large city. I flew to the top of one of the buildings and scouted the area only to see someone else standing upon a building not too far from me. It was Yoarashi. He raised his hand before causing all of the balls of the people below to come up before forcing them all down like my Bullet Hell attack. "Finally someone pas- WOAH! One person just took out 100 people!" the announcer stated.

'Holy shit...' I gulped before flying down into the city, finding two people who survived the attack and quickly pinning them to the ground with my feathers. As I walked toward them with a ball in hand, they pleaded, "Please... We're third years! We have to pass this year! You can always try again next year!"

I shook my head, trying to push away my empathy, "Sorry guys, I have work to do."

"Two people have officially passed!"

After taking them out, my targets lit up and told me to go to the anteroom. I flew there and looked inside to only see Yoarashi there. I gulped and kept my head down, wandering to the back to get my targets taken off. After they were off, I walked out to see more people had entered the room. I went to get a snack, only for a hand to rest itself on my shoulder. I flinched and lit my wings ablaze, reeling back an arm to hit the attacker, only to see it was Yoarashi. "My apologies, I forgot that you were kidnapped recently," he stated, bowing so low that he slammed his forehead on the ground.  

He straightened up before he said, "Anyway, let's get to know each other. What kind of food do you like?!"

"Um... I like soba," I answered.

"I like piping hot udon!" he exclaimed.

I nodded before looking around and seeing a familiar head of red and white walking toward us, "Oh, hey," I greeted.

"Hey Tanaka. I'm glad to see you passed," Todoroki stated before turning to Yoarashi, only for both of us to see him staring at Todoroki with a death glare.

Todoroki asked, "Excuse me, have I offended you in some way?" 

Yoarashi walked closer to Todoroki and whispered something to him that I couldn't hear before he turned to me, plastering a smile on his face, before grabbing my hand and asking, "Anyway, what's your favorite color?!"

"Uh... orange...what did you say to Todoroki?" I asked.

"Not important!" he exclaimed, "And my favorite is gold, like your eyes!"

He leaned toward me, causing me to lean away slightly. "What's going on here, Yoarashi?" I heard a voice ask.

Yoarashi turned around, allowing me to see a giant pile of blonde hair and other students that were wearing the same hat as Yoarashi. "Nothing! Just getting to know Tanaka here!" Yoarashi exclaimed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a side-hug.

I tensed up and looked at the group of Shiketsu students with an uncomfortable expression. They seemed to catch on because the blonde mop of a student extended his hair and pulled me away from Yoarashi. "Yoarashi, can you not see how uncomfortable you are making her? You put our school's reputation to shame..." he said.

Yoarashi looked at me with a betrayed expression before the blonde mop turned to me and said, "Sorry about him, he's an eccentric. Us at Shiketsu are not all like him."

I nodded and walked away, noticing Todoroki sitting by himself. I sat beside him and we made small talk, completely unaware of the wind student that was glaring at Todoroki with pure and utter jealousy.