With All My Might (!MHA!Bakugo Katsuki x !Fem!Reader)

𝟞 | 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢

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   We were all dressed in our new, matching gym uniforms, the navy blue fabric hugging our forms in a way that was both unfamiliar and strangely empowering. The sleeves barely grazed my elbows, and I wore comfortable white shoes that felt light against the asphalt as we walked.
   I kept to myself, as usual, my eyes flitting over each of my new classmates. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop the relentless analysis that my Quirk forced upon me. Every movement, every subtle shift in posture or expression, was involuntarily dissected and cataloged in my mind. 

   I wanted to turn it off — God, how I wanted to turn it off — but I couldn't. It was like trying to ignore a glaring neon sign in a pitch-black room. Mr. Aizawa led us out to a large area behind the U.A. school, an expanse of open space lined with white markings that outlined different courses.
   It looked deceptively simple.
"A test. . . of our Quirks?!" Midoriya's voice broke through the silence, his realization echoing the thoughts that were beginning to form in all of our minds. Mr. Aizawa confirmed it with a curt nod, his expression unreadable beneath the mop of black hair that framed his face. 

   He didn't bother to look back at us as he continued walking, his tone dismissive and slightly impatient. "What about the entrance ceremony?! Or guidance sessions?!" Uraraka yelped, her voice dripping with concern.
   She had that optimistic spark about her, the kind that would normally be endearing, but right now it only highlighted the change between what we expected and what we were getting.
"No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes," Aizawa said coolly. 

   "U.A. is known for its 'freestyle' educational system. That applies to us teachers as well." He finally stopped and turned to face us, his gaze sweeping over the group. There was a finality in his posture, a sense that he was about to throw us into something we weren't fully prepared for, but that was exactly the point.
   We were being tested before we even knew what was coming.
"Softball throwing. Standing long jump. The fifty-meter dash. Endurance running. Grip strength. Side-to-side stepping. Upper body training. Seated toe touch," he listed off, his voice flat. 

   "You did all of these in middle school, yes?" I couldn't help but mentally correct him. More like I did those with my mom and martial arts teachers while I was homeschooled, I thought. The memories of rigorous training sessions flashed through my mind.
   Those sore muscle days of relentless drills, my mother's voice instructing me to push harder, my teachers showing their moves and me copying them with uncanny accuracy. It had been more than just standard gym tests for me; it was survival training.

   "Your standard no-Quirks-allowed gym tests," Mr. Aizawa continued, his tone bordering on disdain. "This country still insists on prohibiting Quirks when calculating the average of those records. It's not rational."
   "The Department of Education is just procrastinating," Mr. Aizawa stated bluntly, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. His gaze shifted toward the blond boy standing among us, the one who exuded an air of arrogance that was hard to ignore.

   "Bakugo," he addressed him, his tone firm yet indifferent, as if he already knew what to expect. I followed his gaze, studying the boy he called Bakugo. His features were sharp and intense, with permanent furrowed brows that gave him a perpetually angry expression.
   There was something feral about him, like a predator always on the edge, ready to pounce.
"How far could you throw in middle school?" Mr. Aizawa inquired, his voice cutting through the silence that had settled over the group.

   "Sixty-seven meters," Bakugo replied gruffly, his voice laced with confidence that bordered on arrogance. There was no hesitation in his answer, just the assurance of someone who knew exactly what his was capable of.
   I looked away from Bakugo, my attention drawn back to Mr. Aizawa. His expression remained unreadable as he nodded.
"Great. Now try it with your Quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don't leave the circle," he instructed, his voice calm but authoritative as he tossed Bakugo a ball.