Hitori spent the next week perfecting her flying technique with Ectoplasm's occasional guidance. In the mornings before training, she would go on a run with Bakugo. They'd spend the rest of the morning practicing ultimate moves, then they would train on the field in the afternoon. Halfway through, Hitori added something new to her routine. Midoriya came up to her during dinner one evening with a request.
"Hey, Hitori?"
She finished rinsing her plate, then turned to face Midoriya.
"What's up?" Hitori asked.
"I was wondering, would you mind giving me some pointers on my kick technique? I'm calling it my Shoot-Style, and for the most part, I've been trying to copy Ida's kicks. And while it has created a good base, I'm having trouble adapting it to fit my body. Could you help me?"
"Uh, sure."
"Great! Could we, um..." Midoriya jutted a thumb over his shoulder toward the front door.
"You wanna practice now?" Hitori asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. If you don't mind, that is!"
"It's fine. Let's go."
Thus, teaching Midoriya how to kick became part of Hitori's daily routine. But with that addition came a negative side effect: Bakugo's temper got worse. He had even started to get short with her sometimes. And by the time the exam rolled around, they would barely talk during their morning runs. Most of the class attributed it to stress, but Hitori had a feeling she knew the real reason. Her theory was Bakugo was jealous that she was spending time with Midoriya, regardless of the format.
Now they were on the bus with their costumes, on the way to the provisional hero license exam site. Hitori and Mina were sitting next to each other, with Bakugo and Kirishima opposite them. Hitori and Bakugo spent the ride exchanging songs over text, while the other two chatted away.
When they arrived at the site, Aizawa was quirk to usher them off the bus.
"Everyone out, we're here."
Hitori stepped off the bus stairs and gasped. A huge building stood in tall in front of them. It's grand form sparkled in the sunlight.
"This is the National Takoba Arena," Aizawa said. "It will serve as your exam site."
"Geez, I'm starting to get nervous now," Jiro muttered.
"Still no clue what this test's about," Mineta complained. "Can we really earn our licenses?"
Aizawa glared at him. "It's not a matter of can. You will."
"Y-yes sir!"
"Earn your provisional licenses by passing this test, and you won't be mere eggs anymore. Instead you'll be full-fledged hatchlings. Semi-pros. Show 'em your best."
"Yeah!"
"We got this!"
"Let's do our cheer!"
"All together now, plus..."
"ULTRA!"
"ULTRA!" An unknown voice yelled.
"What the hell?" Bakugo mumbled.
"Who is that guy?" Hitori asked, glaring at a student from another school.
"It's bad manners to intrude on another group's huddle, Inasa!" Someone nearby said.
Two other students from the other school came into view. One was a guy with narrow eyes that seemed to be judging everyone around him. The other was a girl with long brown hair, wide eyes, and puckered lips.
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Control Your Reality: Katsuki Bakugo
Fanfic[Book 2 of the Reality Series] "I think a true hero is someone who puts themselves in front of danger to protect someone else. They don't give up, and they're willing to make the hard decisions. Someone like you." + After an eventful first term at U...
