Artifice

Wish You the Worst

"Today, we're doing quirk assessments."

"But we're going to miss the orientation!" Uraraka cried.

"My class, my rules." Mr. Aizawa said as he started to lead the class outside.

The class grumbled complaints but still followed their teacher outside.

Izuku's POV:

I slowed my steps so I could create as much distance as possible between me and the class.

I hated being with these people. They were all overly optimistic, and it was painful to be around.

The brunette girl stopped and bent down to tie her shoe. She took way too long, especially when her shoe was already tied. It was painfully obvious that she wanted to talk to me.

Once I caught up to her, she practically pounced on me. "Did you have that black patch in your hair during the exam? And what's with the mark on your hand?" She immediately bombarded me with questions.

"I've had them the entire time." I quickly lied

"Oh, sorry. I'm not the most perceptive person." Luckily, it sounds like she bought my lie.

"Mhm." I muttered while I crammed my hands into my P.E. uniforms pockets. I picked up the pace to hopefully lose her, but she just jogged back up to me.

"You said your name was Kurokawa Kazue? That's a cool name! Can I call you Kuro?" She was trying really hard to befriend me. Damn she's persistent.

"Go ahead." I grumbled as I tried my hardest to shake her off.

We got to the training ground where the assessment would be held. The first portion looked like it was going to be a softball throw. Easy.

"We'll have the first place holder in the entrance exam go first. Kurokawa Kazue, step up, please." Aizawa announced.

The class cooed as I reluctantly stepped up. That introduction was completely unnecessary. I could feel Bakugos eyes glaring into the back of my skull. Someone was jealous.

"Unlike usual physical fitness testing, I'm allowing you to use your quirks." He dropped the softball into my left hand. "Just so you know, tattoos aren't permitted." He said quietly, but the whole class could hear him.

"It's not a tattoo." I growled as I focused all of the strength I could into my arm. My grip tightened on the ball. I grabbed it so tight it felt like it could break any minute. I swung my arm forward and released the ball.

The monitor in Aizawa's hand chimed. "983.7 meters. Impressive." The class stood there in awe.

"I wonder if it's a strength enhancing quirk." Someone whispered. I was already agitated with Aizawas' remark and the fact I had to be there in the first place, so this was the last straw.

"If you're going to talk shit, say it to my face." I turned around and glared at the class. Everyone but Bakugo shuttered.

"You think you're tough?" Bakugo stepped up and swung his classic right hook at me. I, of course, was used to his fighting style, so I ducked and kicked him in the gut, sending him back.

Katsuki coughed up saliva but charged at me again. Jesus Christ, these heroes in training are persistent. It's annoying. In return, I swept Katsuki's leg, causing him to land hard on the ground.

Before Bakugo had time to even look up, I put my foot on his head, pinning him down, threatening to crush his empty skull.

I knelt down beside him. I impulsively used my blood manipulation to keep him pinned to the floor. My hands pressed against his wrists, which held Bakugo's arms behind his back to make it look like that was the only thing keeping him down.