Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

29: Helping Heroes Lend a Hand

This was your first real chance to do some legitimate rescue work.

You'd been rescued, yes, but rescuing other people was something you didn't have an incredible amount of experience with. Considering your sole experience at the USJ had begun with a massive villain attack and ended with your teacher in the hospital, rescue had sort of fallen away from your curriculum.

Jirou seemed to be thinking the same thing. She was beside you, twirling one of her earphone jacks between her fingers. "Rescue, huh? I guess it makes sense, that's a pretty key part of being a hero. I kinda feel underprepared, though."

"I know what you mean," you said. "It feels like we've mostly focused on fighting villains, like making ultimate moves and all that stuff. Maybe we should've spent more time on this."

"I wonder who we'll be rescuing," Tsuyu said, putting her finger on her chin. "Surely they wouldn't have real civilians out there."

Yaoyorozu hummed. "Perhaps it will be robots?"

"Or maybe a bunch of pro heroes," Mina giggled.

You sweatdropped at the idea of having to fake rescue someone like Edgeshot or Mount Lady. Or Endeavor.

"Hopefully they're all more focused on their hero duties," you gulped.

"True, they don't have time to waste with this sort of thing," Yaoyorozu said. "Especially with the gap left by All Might's retirement."

Your mind briefly flashed back to your fight in the first half with Shishikura and his lengthy speech about only allowing those who truly deserved to pass get their licenses. Fists clenched, you tried to ignore the slightly guilty feeling in your chest; you felt like you hadn't really done anything in the first round of the exam.

"We've just got to do our best," you said, your voice low and serious. "It's just like Mr. Aizawa said–Plus Ultra or whatever."

Jirou rolled her eyes. "That was a pretty good impression."

Before you could bust out another classic Aizawa line, the metal doors of the anteroom swung open and a loud buzzer sounded. You and the other 99 people in there rushed out, surveying the broken land. You had thought it looked bad during the first round when someone (apparently it had been Shindo Yo, the Ketsubutsu boy, who had shaken the ground with his quirk–according to Midoriya) had destroyed the center of the arena, but now it was awful.

Everything was destroyed. Everything. All of the buildings had tumbled down into broken ruins and there were piles of rubble tall enough to be mountains. How anyone other than robots could have possibly survived a crash like that was beyond you, and yet–

"HELP ME!"

A scream came from beneath a jagged stray beam from a nearby collapsed building. Running after Midoriya and Uraraka, you saw that there was a small child screaming in pain and clutching his leg.

Seriously? You gulped. There are real people out here? Isn't this super dangerous?

"Oh my God, this is horrible!" Midoriya yelped, rushing toward the child.

The kid stopped crying instantly and shot your classmate a nasty glare. "Points off! That's not what a victim wants to hear!" His voice was deep, much more like an adult's than a child's, and it made both you and Uraraka pause in your footsteps.

Midoriya yelped and jumped backward, evidently surprised at the change in tone as well. "Wh-What the? Who are you?"

You facepalmed; tact was clearly not his strong suit.