(adj.) exhausted, half-dead
The sound of shuffling awoke Hibiki. She slowly raised her head to find a blue-haired boy sitting a few seats ahead of her. The boy wasn't the only thing she noticed though, there was an extra desk behind her. She decided that sitting there would make her stand out so she decided to move away from that spot and decided to sit in the second column of desks in the third row. Looked ordinary enough for her.
The blue-haired boy was now next to her and he cleared his throat, "Ehem, my name is Tenya Iida, a pleasure to meet a fellow classmate! I couldn't help but notice how early you've been here, it's almost as if you spent the night here!"
He annoyed Hibiki. So she just simply nodded in his direction and went back to laying her head on the cold desk.
"Ah, you must be tired after arriving so early in the morning! I shall let you rest and learn your name another time then."
Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.Shut up. Shut up.
Ringing. The sound of ringing and chatter woke Hibiki up this time. It wasn't as pleasant as the sun's warm embrace but she would manage.
"It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."
Ugh. Hibiki and Aizawa shared a look for a moment. Aizawa knew that Hibiki wasn't going to listen to anything he would have to say, he knew that she would make it her goal not to participate. In any way, shape, or form.
"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher." Well wasn't he just the brightest of the bunch?
Sarcasm.
Everyone gasped. Except for Hibiki, she was off in la-la-land picturing herself in a jail cell
The broccoli kid had to state the obvious. "Our teacher?"
"Put these on and head outside."
"Huh?" Did no one hear him? Man, these people appeared to be stupid to Hibiki. Poor Aizawa.
Perhaps death shall grant him peace from those of us who simply just aren't the brightest.
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"What? A Quirk assessment test?!"
"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!"
No one cares. Well, Hibiki thought so anyway at least.
"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies."
You said it Aizawa. Hibiki finally paid attention. If he was gonna be spitting facts she would have listened to him far earlier on.
"Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?"
A blonde kid with spiky hair spoke up. "Sixty‐seven meters, I think."
"Right. Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle." Aizawa just made this whole thing bearable to watch. Thank god.
Suddenly, Bakugou used his quirk and added an explosion to his throw. "DIE!"
Don't use such a word in such a context without meaning it.
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Фанфик(adj.) exhausted, half-dead Hibiki Masami. A girl who grew up loathing hero society. She's a free spirit when it comes to life, she doesn't believe anything happens for a reason. perhaps we were concieved for the sole purpose of dying? !!has not bee...
