𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 [MHA Fanfiction] I

CHAPTER 007

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✎ℂℍ𝔸ℙ 𝟘𝟘𝟟: 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 auditorium, the large space was buzzing with the energy of countless students eager to begin the exam. Rows upon rows of seats were filled with examinees, each one looking either intensely focused or nervously jittery.

Kimiko, however, felt oddly relaxed. She scanned the room with neutral eyes, taking in the sight of so many potential future heroes gathered in one place. The atmosphere was intense, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. Maybe it was the result of all her secret training sessions or just her innate confidence. After all, she was sure that Yuei couldn't ask them to do something she couldn't do with her quirk, she was positive of it.

She glanced over at Izuku, who looked a bit more tense, his hands gripping the strap of his bag tightly. Catching her gaze, he managed a small, nervous smile.

Kimiko smirked, leaning slightly toward him. "If you don't relax you will end up tripping over your own feet before everyone. That will be a shame~"

Her words seemed to have a calming effect on him, and he furiously nodded, taking a deep breath as they both moved to find their seats. She decided to follow her new friend when she noticed that the seats weren't designated. She doesn't exactly want to sit next to a stranger. Their bad and negative energy will quickly annoy her.

Kimiko watched as Izuku shakily approached a blonde-haired guy, his steps hesitant and his voice barely above a whisper. "H- Hi Katchan," Izuku stammered, his voice dripping with nervousness.

She watched as the blonde-haired guy turned his head slightly, giving Izuku a brief, sharp glance that seemed to hold a mix of irritation and indifference. His expression remained unreadable as he acknowledged Izuku's greeting with a small grunt, making the redhead raise her eyebrows and internally snicker. What is he, a dog?

The grenette, seemingly relieved that the blonde didn't outright ignore him, quickly took a seat next to him. His hands trembled slightly as he settled into the chair, his posture stiff with tension. Kimiko followed suit, sitting down next to Izuku with a casual ease that contrasted sharply with his anxious demeanor.

"Interesting choice of company," she whispered to Izuku, watching the nameless boy narrow with what seemed irritation.

Izuku offered her a nervous smile, still on edge, as Kimiko leaned back in her chair, her gaze settling on her new friend. "Uh, this is Katsuki Bakugo. We've, uh, known each other since we were kids," He exclaimed, slightly leaning over her side.

Kimiko glanced at Bakugo, who didn't seem particularly interested in the introduction. His focus remained straight ahead, his expression stern and unapproachable.

"Childhood friends, huh?" She replied quietly, a hint of amusement in her voice. She observed the sharp contrast between Izuku's nervous energy and Bakugo's intense presence.

Izuku nodded, offering a faint smile that quickly faltered under the weight of Bakugo's imposing demeanor. "Yeah... something like that," he murmured, clearly trying to keep the conversation light despite the tension.

"Well, your childhood friend seems to have some unresolved anger issues," She casually said, crossing her hands over her chest and leaning back on her chair.