Collateral Damage| bnha

chapter four| guilt trip

"With all due respect, if this is an error in an official UA material it is shameful, we are exemplary students, we expect the most from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do!" His voice was annoying, his demeanor was strangely serious for a fifteen year old and his hands reminded me of a robot.

"Anything else?, your majesty" I mocked quietly from the back

He turned directly at me, pointing with his robotic hand yelling, "I HEARD THAT!"

I looked down ashamed, a little impressed that he had heard me from all the way in the front, and continued pretending I was reading the little pamphlet they had given us with the information.

"OKAY!" Present Mic shouted happily clasping his hands together making everyone redirect their eyes to the front once more, "Thank you, participant 701 for your valuable concerns..." and then he continued clarifying the details of the exam.

I stopped paying attention half way through, and the only other important thing he mentioned was that the big robots weren't worth any points. Although I should've been more concerned and more attentive to the information about the most difficult entrance exam in the nation, there was a part of me that wasn't still too sure about this whole hero prospect, a part of me that somehow was hoping to not pass the exam, because that will make things easier. Maybe it was just the nerves, or the seriousness of the situation, but after the past ten months of hard work, after everything I went through, giving up became a desirable option in my head.

"That's odd" Urakaka stated looking over my shoulder.

Uraraka and I haven't really talked to each other these past few months. I always thought there was no need for pointless conversations, we both knew what we were aiming for, what else was there to say? And by the way that she smiled at me from time to time in class I assumed she reached the same conclusion. Or maybe she was secretly scared that I could blow her up if she said something else to me. I really could not quite pinpoint what Uraraka thought of me, or where I stand in the "villain or not" scale. On the day of the exam we had been seated next to each other however, as we both came from the same middle school. But even then we still weren't talking to each other. I think the reality of our lack of communication might have been that we were both thinking the same thing, at the end of the day, this is a competition.

"What is?"

"Your test location is different from mine" She pointed out the letters printed next to our names. Hers was C and mine was:

Test Location A

The robots seemed definitely weaker on that little pamphlet. A little over half of the time had already passed and somehow I had managed to waste my time by running around in circles around the same building. I had not only underestimated the difficulty of the exam, but also overestimated the control I had over my own powers. If there was any faint part of me that still wanted to have a chance to get into this school I had to think of something and I had to think it fast.

The robots kept piling up in the streets, explosions and rumbling kept shaking the testing area, and although there were some that clearly had the ability to pass the exam, the vast majority of us, myself included, were just idly standing in awe, awaiting for an opportunity to rise. I turned the corner only to find a pile of scraps, there were at least 50 robots laying on the ground, whoever was here before certainly had been blessed with an extremely powerful quirk.

"What the..." A boy that was also looking for robots to destroy appeared behind me, also staring in shock at the pile of scraps, "Why are they all burnt?"

"The circuits?" the girl that was running behind him suggested

"Whatever it was, we gotta find more robots before they burn them all"