troublemaker ➵ monoma neito

Entrace Exam !

"Oh and please don't overdo it!" Your mom warned.

She was way more stressed then you were for the entrance exam.

You tied your laces and then gave her a smile to reassure her that everything would be okay.

"Please don't get hurt! I know you'll do good! Make me proud!" Your mother yelled from the door as you walked to UA.

You saw tons of people, some in uniforms from other schools, others in casual-wear like you.

There was competition, it wasn't going to be easy getting into the Hero-course.

You had an impressively good memory, and a green haired boy walking towards the school had caught your eye.

You weren't sure if he was the one you met before, so you just stared and kept quiet until a spiky blonde haired boy barged through.

The green haired boy put his hands up and became a stuttering mess, the blonde haired boy just walked past him.

You felt a pang of sympathy for the boy, yet most of you felt like he should just get up and kick the spiky blonde in the shin.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets and made your way to a huge auditorium.

You sighed and took a seat next to a well-groomed boy with glasses.

A man with weird blonde hair then stood on a podium.

"Can I get a YEAH?!" The man exclaimed.

There was only silence, you tried not to cringe at the embarrassing reply of nothing.

He sighed and began to explain how the exam works, the boy next to you paying close attention.

"oh my GOD ITS PRESENT MIC! I LISTEN TO HIS PODCASTS AND-" A boy a few rows above you began to say.

The boy next to you took his eyes off of the images being shown on the screen and then gave the boy behind us a wicked stare.

Turns out the boy behind us was the green haired boy you saw earlier.

"Can you please stop speaking? We're here to take a test-" The boy next to you began lecturing.

As you were watching the scene, confused as ever, your eyes met with the spiky haired boy from earlier.

His scarlet eyes widened, leaving him with a puzzled and pissed off expression.

Your eyes widened as well, you realized that he was that bully you stopped as a child.

Glasses-boy then stopped scolding and sat down.

You turned away and continued to pay attention, although it wasn't easy at this point.

You raced through your thoughts, that green haired boy must've been the boy you helped years ago.

Not even a thank you from him? You rolled your eyes.

You were then given a card with your name on it, and a number for which battleground you'll be on.