Hated by Life Itself (mha male oc)

Chapter 4 - Animal

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the bustling UA entrance, where aspiring heroes from all walks of life gathered for the practical entrance exam. Tatsu could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he approached the entrance gate. The air buzzed with excitement and nerves, creating a charged atmosphere.

Tatsu looked around at his fellow examinees, they all seemed pretty confident about passing the exam. As he weaved through the crowd, Tatsu caught snippets of conversations—whispers about strategies, speculation on the nature of the practical exam, and the occasional burst of laughter to ease the tension. The energy was palpable, and Tatsu couldn't help but be drawn into the anticipation of the challenge that awaited them.

He had to succeed, Aizawa had already helped him enough to get to this point, the rest was up to him. As Tatsu stood in the gathering crowd, he reflected on the training sessions with Aizawa. The grueling exercises, the relentless drills—it all felt like a blur. Yet, he couldn't deny the progress he had made under the guidance of the pro hero, he certainly wasn't as scrawny as he was before.

The entrance exam loomed ahead, a pivotal moment that could open the doors to a future as a hero. Tatsu took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. The challenge was about to begin, and he was determined to face it head-on.

The entrance gate swung open, and the candidates filed into the testing area. The practical exam awaited, a crucible that would push each aspiring hero to their limits. Tatsu moved forward with the crowd, excited to get started. He pushed his way through the crowd to find his designated spot, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him.

He looked up at the stage as the announcer takes the stage, explaining the rules of the practical exam. As they went over the different robots that they would have to face during the exam Tatsu stared at the pamphlet in front of him, he could feel his throat dry as he flipped through it. This wasn't good, his quirk wouldn't work on robots! The realization brought a wave of anxiety down upon him. He bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't panic, not now at least, he had to get through this first.

This was going to be tougher than he had thought. His original assumption was that the examinees would be facing off against each other, which would have been perfect for him. He listened attentively as the announcer explained the rules and potential obstacles, searching for any loophole or advantage he could exploit.

As the exam commenced, Tatsu observed the movements of his fellow examinees. While his quirk might not affect the robots directly, Tatsu pondered if there was a way to use it creatively, perhaps influencing the human elements of the exam. He decided to stay near the entrance as he thought about how to proceed.

As he prepared to face the mechanical adversaries, Tatsu's mind raced with possibilities. He'd have to use his quirk on one of the examinees and just hope that their fear could help him.

He was ripped from his thoughts as a loud bang came from around the corner. Tatsu bolted towards the sound, as he looked out at the scene in front of him he saw a blond haired boy standing amidst the wreckage of what looked like one of the training robots, sparks jumping from his hands. He seemed completely fearless...

Without hesitation the nervous teen ran at the blond, his eyes locked onto his as he reached out and grabbed his shirt. Whatever this kid's greatest fear was it had to be something powerful, at the very least powerful enough to get him through this exam.

"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD!!!" The blond shouted as he swung at Tatsu, landing an explosive blow to his face... literally. His face felt like it was burning but somehow he didn't care, he felt different, he wasn't sure what to make of it as he let the blond go.

He felt a wave of disgust wash over him as he continued to stare at the boy in front of him, his ears were ringing, the only thing he could hear was the sound of clanking metal that was approaching. Unable to control his body he launched himself towards the sound, kicking and shattering the lens of another one of the training robots before streams of black seemed to shoot off his arm and tear the thing apart.

Tatsu looked at the robot in shock, had he done that? Somehow he knew the answer to that and a wide smile split across his face. "Ah... I get it..." Tatsu mumbled to himself as he looked back at the other teen "you fear other people's strength, is that it?"

The blond-haired teen, still recovering from the encounter, glared at Tatsu, confusion mingling with frustration as the thin boy in front of him grinned.

As Tatsu stood amidst the wreckage, the blond's glare intensified. Tatsu, however, remained focused on maintaining control over his newfound abilities. The practical exam, once a source of anxiety, had transformed into a testing ground for his evolving understanding of his quirk "Either way, Thanks for the power-boost! Hopefully you pass so I can use you again!" Tatsu quipped, his grin widening as he assessed the situation. The blond-haired teen, taken aback by Tatsu's nonchalant response, struggled to find words as he processed the unexpected turn of events.

Despite the chaos surrounding them, Tatsu felt a surge of confidence coursing through him. The encounter with the blond had triggered a revelation, unlocking a new level of control over his quirk that he hadn't thought possible.

As the practical exam continued, Tatsu seized every opportunity to put his enhanced abilities to the test. With each challenge he faced, he pushed the limits of his quirk, tapping into the fears of his fellow examinees to overcome obstacles with ease.

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Bakugo stood amidst the wreckage, sparks crackling around him as he surveyed the aftermath of his explosive outburst. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He had been focused on destroying the training robot, channeling his frustration and anger into each blast, when suddenly, he felt someone grab his shirt from behind.

"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD!!!" Bakugo's voice echoed through the testing area, his anger fueling the explosive blow that connected with his assailant's face. He watched as the thin boy stumbled back, a look of shock mingling with something else that Bakugo couldn't quite place.

As the white haired teen up an eerie smile spread across his face, Bakugo's confusion turned to irritation. He didn't have time for games or distractions, especially during the practical entrance exam. "Who the hell are you?" Bakugo demanded, his voice sharp with annoyance as he took a step forward, ready to confront the stranger. But before he could get a response, the boy's attention was drawn to another commotion nearby.

Bakugo watched in disbelief as the boy, seemingly unaffected by Bakugo's explosive blow, launched himself towards another training robot with a determination that bordered on reckless. Streams of black energy emanated from his arm as he tore the robot apart with ease.

A shiver of unease ran down Bakugo's spine as he witnessed the boy's display of power, especially as black veins began to crawl their way over the boy's arms. "Ah... I get it..." The white haired teen mumbled as he looked back at Bakugo, his grin widening unsettlingly. "You fear other people's strength, is that it?" He continued.

Bakugo was baffled at the statement, the hell did this kid mean? There was no way he feared anyone's strength, least of all some punk who just popped up out of nowhere. Bakugo's irritation flared into anger as he glared at the white-haired teen.

"Either way, thanks for the power boost! Hopefully you pass so I can use you again!" The teen quipped before propelling himself away. Bakugo's eyes narrowed as the strange white-haired teen's words echoed in his mind. He scoffed at the notion that he feared anyone's strength, but there was an undeniable nagging sensation at the back of his mind. Something about the encounter left him feeling unsettled, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

As the practical exam continued, Bakugo pushed the encounter to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. With each explosion, each blast of his quirk, he channeled his frustration and determination into proving his own strength. He refused to be shaken by the unexpected encounter with the mysterious teen, determined to succeed in the practical exam and prove himself as a worthy hero.

But despite his resolve, Bakugo couldn't shake off the feeling that he hadn't seen the last of the white-haired troublemaker. As he continued to navigate through the challenges of the exam, he remained on high alert, ready to face whatever obstacles—and opponents—came his way.