╰┈➤ wonder trio! bnha ✗ fem!reader
❝ is loving as good as they say? ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you discover joy in life's simple pleasures, from sipping strawberry drinks to playing video games. your world shifts when a whimsical wizard insists you experien...
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Immediately after the signal to start blared, a wave of ice erupted across the ground—thick, fast, and merciless. A clear work of Shoto's Quirk. Within seconds, the frigid layer sneaked across the field, trapping students in place and knocking dozens off balance.
Shoto was already surging ahead, creating a gap between himself and the rest of the competition.
Thankfully, you weren't caught in the chaos.
"Sorry, guys."
You sprung up, leaping from one shoulder to the next like stepping stones, using your classmates as a makeshift staircase to propel yourself forward. They groaned beneath your weight, a few cursing under their breath—but hey, no hard feelings, right? It was every student for themselves.
At the front, you leapt high into the air, summoning a wide, shimmering claymore beneath your feet—the same one you'd used during the Quirk Apprehension Test. Its silver-blue edge crackled faintly with swirling wind, your signature touch of elemental finesse.
The blade leveled out horizontally mid-air, and you settled on top of it with ease, legs swinging freely like a witch taking her broomstick for a spin. You rode the air currents with casual confidence, the wind from your Quirk lifting you high above the scramble of bodies below.
Honestly? You felt a little guilty.
Kind of like you were cheating.
But then again, Midnight did say anything goes-as long as you stayed on the course.
And it's not your fault your Quirk, Knight, happens to be perfect for high-mobility combat and traversal.
Strategic choices win races, not modesty.
With a sharp push of wind, you rocketed forward, quickly closing the distance between you and Shoto, who was still riding the edge of his own icy path.
Behind you, the clamor of voices rose in challenge:
"Nice trick, Todoroki!"
"I won't let you get away so easily, damn Icy-Hot bastard!"
"You froze me once before—it's not happening again!"
Your classmates were quickly adapting. Launching themselves over the ice. Breaking free. Gaining speed. Until the ground shook and you hear the sound of a deep, mechanical whir in the distance.
That's when you saw them: a familiar swarm of towering robots marching into the field, red eyes flashing and metallic limbs gearing up.
"So, this is what they used during the general entrance exams."
