"Kacchaaan!" A young green haired boy yelled. "Wait for us!" Y/N called after, waving her small hand in the air. "Ha, you two losers, keep up!" The young blonde taunted, laughing as he ran quicker.
Y/N had always been good friends with Izuku Midoriy...
I didn't do amazing, but Izuku had gotten all low scores, not using his supposed 'quirk' yet. But now... he was going to?
Aizawa stopped his test for a moment, talking to him. No one knew exactly what he said, but once Izuku walked back to the circle with the ball, he threw it, breaking only his pointer finger and sending the ball flying. Getting 0.1 more than Katsuki.
"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!" I heard the brunette cheer, Tenya also speaking, "But his finger apologize to be broken now. Just like in the exam... This quirk is very odd."
A sparkly, almost ... shiny blonde boy spoke also, a V-smile on his lips, "It wasn't a very pretty throw."
But someone's reaction got me interested. Someone as specific as...
Katsuki gasped, looking completely surprised. His eyebrows were narrowed down, his red eyes widened, his jaw dropped. I watched explosions pop from Katsuki's palm, and I just knew.
"HEY!" Katsuki ran at Izuku, "DEKU, YOU BASTARD! TELL ME HOW YOU DID THAT, OR YOU'RE DEAD!"
Izuku screamed nervously, his eyes widening but thankfully Aizawa threw his scarf around Katsuki, stopping Katsuki in place.
"What? Why.. The hell is your damn scarf so strong?" The spiky blonde struggled.
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"Because it's a capture weapon made of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy." Aizawa narrowed his eyes, "Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much." Aizawa glared up at Katsuki and Izuku, "It gives me serious dry eye." Aizawa retrieved his scarf by pulling it back, his hair floating back down as he stepped away, "You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up."
I watch Izuku step away from Katsuki cautiously, stepping around him and running back to us group of students, the brown haired girl asking of Izuku was fine.
But Katsuki was standing there, clenched fists and a huge scowl on his face.
I didn't even glance at Izuku, my friend who I should be more worried about than some random girl. Katsuki was standing there, frustrated, confused, irritated. Why? I didn't know. But I don't think I've ever seen him as mad. He had his head turned around, glaring deeply at Izuku.
I stepped forward once, then again, and another until eventually reaching Katsuki, placing a hand on his shoulder which snapped him out of his thoughts. His widened eyes looking at me instead when I spoke, "Kacchan." I whispered, "C'mon. The test isn't over yet."
Which caused him to shift his shoulder and have my hand drop, but he reluctantly walked back to the group of people.
