𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯

"Deku, you bastard!"

My eyes widened as I witnessed Bakugo suddenly charge forward at Midoriya, the palm of his hand releasing sparks wildly, "Tell me how you did that or you're dead!"

My body seemed to move on its own as I tried to run after him to stop the boy from harming the other. However, Kirishima stopped me by reaching out and grabbing onto my wrist, pulling me back gently so that I would stay in place. I turned my head to meet his red eyes, watching him shake his head at me, "Let Aizawa deal with them."

I glanced down at his rough calloused hand which still had a tender hold on my wrist. When he realized that he was still holding onto me he quickly dropped my wrist and his cheeks became rosy in embarrassment, "S-Sorry!"

My attention was averted back to the fight that I had thought was about to occur but instead, I witnessed Aizawa's scarf jolt forward. The cloth wrapped around Bakugo's body in order to prevent him from getting any closer to attacking the freckled boy.

The hot-headed blonde wriggled around within the grip of the teacher's scarf, grunting as he continued to try and escape its powerful hold around him, "Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Now, stand down."

Bakugo's attempts to escape were anything but fruitful as he kept squirming around to try and loosen the long cloth that only tightened around him.

Aizawa raised his free hand to press his fingers to his forehead and sighed as irritation laced his tone, "It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye."

Too bad, his power is quite useful.

I questioned aloud for Kirishima to hear, "I wonder if he's alright. His hand looks pretty banged up."

Kirishima seemed to be surprised that I had spoken, glancing over at me as we stood shoulder to shoulder beside each other, "Yeah, his quirk looks to be pretty powerful but he doesn't seem to have much control over it."

"I'm sure that he'll learn to control it. We all have a lot of improvement to make."

Kirishima nodded and hummed in agreement, both of us staring forward to see Uraraka jog over to check on Midoriya.

Timeskip

"All right. Time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already."

Aizawa took out his phone, using his thumb to scroll through it, "I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score."

A bright hologram of the list appeared in front of us, the students swarming over to find their names to see what they had placed, hoping it wasn't last.