~𝕄𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝~

~𝟚~

After spending months on end working himself to the bone, exhausting his quirk, destroying his muscles, studying until the sun came up, and eating nothing but carbs and protein, Y/n was finally headed to the entrance exams.

He was in a black tank top with holes sliced in the back for his wings, gray sweatpants, and plain white sneakers.

Standing in line to get his student number and test site, Y/n felt someone brush past him. When he looked up, he saw a guy with spiky blonde hair walking like an idiot.

"Oh, hey, you live a little ways away from me, huh? Sorry about that, man. I'm Y/n!"

He smiled at the guy, who gave him a nasty glare.

"Watch it, extra."

The guy walked away, and Y/n scoffed.

"Rude..."

He almost didn't notice his name being called by the lady at the table.

After the written exam, he was shuffled out and into an auditorium to listen to Present Mic talk about the rules. Y/n could feel people staring at him in the darkness due to his glowing wings.

"WHAT'S UP, UA CANDIDATES? Thanks for tunin' in to me, your school DJ!! C'mon and LEMME HEAR YA!!"

He put a hand to his ear dramatically, leaning towards the sea of students. No one said anything, and Y/n pitifully slow clapped.

"Keeping it mellow, huh? That's fine, I'll skip straight to the main show. Let's talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down, okay? Are you ready? YEAH!!"

He felt bad for the hero, who got no response once again. A screen behind Mic lit up, showing a map with three blacked out shadows of... something.

"Like your application said, today you rockin' boys and girls will be out there conducting ten‐minute mock battles in super‐hip urban settings. Gird your loins, my friends."

Y/n heard upbeat music playing over some speakers. He was loving the energy but was bored already. Then, he noticed some kid with green hair mumbling and sighed.

"After I drop the mic here,
you'll head to yourspecified battle center. Sound good? Okay, okay, let's check out your targets. There are three types of faux villains in every battle center."

As he spoke, the three shadowed things lit up to show robots.

"You'll earn points based on
their level of difficulty, so better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid‐song guitar solo. But check it!"

He pointed over his head weirdly at nothing.

"Make sure you're keep'n things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no‐no, ya dig?"

A guy with dark blue hair, weird eyebrows, and a very stiff stature stood up in front of his seat. He spoke loudly.

"Excuse me, sir, but I have a question!"

"Hit me!"

"On the printout, you've listed four types of villains. Not three. If this is an error on official UA materials, it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do. Additionally, you with
the unkempt hair."

He suddenly turned and pointed at the guy a few rows in front of Y/n with the green hair.

"Huh?"

"You've been muttering
this entire time. Stop that. If you can't bother to take this seriously, leave. You're distracting the rest of us."

"He didn't have to single him out like that..."