Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
「★」
"What the frick." you sigh out as you look around. As the minutes pass, you slowly rack up targets.
Now onto four people down because of you, you've decided to be cocky and just walk around like nothing's happening. People deserve to see your pretty face anyway.
Making your way over to the next section, which is the weird metal place, you shove a couple more candies in your mouth for energy.
Anyone who doesn't know how my quirk works probably thinks I'm such a big back.
Skipping through the silent factory-like plain, you spot your favorite split-dyed boy behind a large pole. Being the menace you are, you decide to sneak up on him.
"Lets see where we're at now," the announcer states. "things have been moving a lot more quickly. Looks like fifty-two, no fifty-three, have passed. And looking on the other side of things, it seems two hundred and thrity examinees have failed. Less than half the spots are open, now's the time to move."
Shoto stands up straight, and just before he starts to walk off you giggle. "I have an ittyyyyy bitty feeling you haven't passed yet hun."
He jumps, turning toward you with a blank look on his face. "[Name]. You suprised me. I thought I told you all I wanted to go off on my own."
"Yeahhh but I've passed already and I'm bored all by my lonesome. Gimme some company?" you smile, hugging him and looking dead in his eyes so he can't say no.
Reluctantly, he nods with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. "Sure. But don't get in my way."
"Yes sir!" you salute, traling behind him as he trecks along.
Typically, you would have started updating him on drama, but you genuinely don't want him to fail so you stay quiet for the time being even though your brain is BEGGING you to yap.
Almost immediately, a ball comes rushing toward one of his targets, but he burns it like it's nothing. You clap for him to be supportive.
"Heh, that was pretty good! Just what I would expect from the runner up of the UA sports festival!" a guy laughs, himself and the people surrounding him in neon hazmat suits that make you need to cleanse your eyes with early 2000's fashion magazines and a peek in your closet. "The name's Todoroki, right? And [Lastname] too, what a treat. I can't believe you two are wandering around out here alone. It's unprofessional for lovers to sneak of during this exam, you know."
"I feel like he's the type of guy to wear a fedora and call girls females." you comment, taking out your compact mirror to fix your highlighter real quick.
