Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 2: Quirk Assessment Tests

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Ochako’s protest cut through the tension.

Aizawa’s gaze swept over us, his expression unreadable. "Oh, and you think natural disasters are fair? Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you’re going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra-style." He gestured with his index finger. "Show me it’s no mistake that you're here."

I couldn’t shake the feeling that his words were aimed directly at me.

"Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves.

The air was thick with anticipation as we lined up for the Quirk Assessment tests. My heart raced, a mixture of excitement and anxiety flooding through me. This was my moment to shine, and I was determined to seize it.

The first test was the 50-meter dash. The whistle blew, and I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy on the starting line. Channeling my telekinesis, I propelled myself forward with a force that made me feel like I was gliding. My legs moved in perfect harmony with the telekinetic push, and I flew across the finish line with an exhilarating rush. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Aizawa’s stoic expression. His slight eyebrow raise and the faintest nod were the only hints that my performance had registered with him.

Next was the grip strength test. I approached the machine, a mix of determination and confidence settling over me. I extended my hand and used my telekinesis to enhance my grip. The needle shot up dramatically, far exceeding typical results. I glanced at Aizawa, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, clearly intrigued by the display of raw power and the potential applications of my quirk.

The standing long jump was up next. I positioned myself at the mark, my mind sharp and focused. Using my telekinesis, I gave my jump an extra push. Soaring through the air, I cleared a considerable distance and landed with grace. Aizawa’s gaze followed me, a mix of intrigue and evaluation in his eyes. His mental note-taking was evident as he observed my use of telekinesis to enhance my physical abilities.

The repeated side steps test demanded agility and speed. I used my telekinesis to stabilize my movements and boost my speed. Gliding smoothly side-to-side, I felt the fluidity and precision of my movements. Aizawa’s eyes were locked on me, his expression a blend of scrutiny and approval. My ability to maintain speed and agility with telekinesis seemed to captivate him.

For the ball throw, I took a deep breath and focused intently. Lifting the ball effortlessly with my telekinesis, I applied a powerful mental force to propel it far beyond the norm. As the ball soared, Aizawa’s eyes widened in surprise. He scribbled notes furiously, clearly impressed by the distance and precision of my throw.

The distance run followed. I approached the test with strategy, using my telekinesis to create a supportive aura around myself. This minimized physical strain and allowed me to maintain a steady, impressive pace. Aizawa’s intense gaze was fixed on me, and I sensed his evaluation. My ability to manage my energy and maintain speed with telekinesis was clearly noted as beneficial for long-term hero work.

Next was the seated toe-touch test. I used my telekinesis to extend my reach, effortlessly touching my toes. The enhanced flexibility was achieved without the strain of physical effort alone. Aizawa watched with a critical eye, noting how my quirk improved my flexibility. His expression showed a hint of approval, indicating that I was meeting his standards.

Finally, the sit-ups test required endurance. I used my telekinesis to assist each movement, lifting and lowering my body with minimal physical effort. I maintained a steady rhythm and completed a high number of sit-ups with apparent ease. Aizawa’s focus was on my method, and I could see him noting the efficiency of my quirk. My innovative use of telekinesis reinforced his impression of my potential.

As I finished the tests, I felt Aizawa’s scrutiny intensely. His reactions, though subtle, indicated a thorough assessment of my abilities. My telekinesis had demonstrated versatility and control, and his notes reflected a genuine acknowledgment of my skills. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, there was a subtle shift in his expression—a silent recognition of my potential. It felt like the beginning of something significant, and I was eager to see where this journey would lead me in Class 1-A.

During Midoriya’s turn throwing the ball, I noticed Aizawa’s eyes suddenly glow bright red. Was this his quirk? I couldn’t help but think it was kind of… hot? I groaned inwardly.

Aizawa’s scarf and hair began to float, and I found myself having a mini-crisis. Could this man get any more handsome? What the hell, Mailin? Get it together—that’s your teacher!

Aizawa’s voice cut through my thoughts. "I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

Ouch, that was harsh.

"Wait, you did what to my—Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero. Eraser Head!" Midoriya realized, a mixture of surprise and realization in his voice.

"You’re not ready. You don’t have control over your power. Were you planning to break your bones again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?"

"No! That’s not what I was trying to do!" Midoriya protested.

Aizawa abruptly grabbed Midoriya with his scarf, pulling him close.

I groaned inwardly for what felt like the thousandth time. Oh, how I wished that were me!

As Aizawa continued to speak, I was too preoccupied with my own feelings to process his words fully. I was caught up in trying to understand why I had these thoughts. It was a confusing mix of emotions, but one thing was clear: I was more determined than ever to prove myself in Class 1-A.