The Sludge » BNHA Fanfic

chapter 2

10 months went by quickly, even though I savored every second of intense training and irritating disobedience.

I watched old films of sports festivals, looked at the yearbooks, the history, the heroes, villains, anything.

I was trained for combat, skills, special moves.

I was given the option, I could use whichever quirk I wanted. I could use my gun quirk, I could use Sludge. But only if I wanted, because Nezu understands I may not want to.

The boy that Sludge held captive was applying to U.A., at first, I felt guilty, but after seeing him ruthlessly take the robots down, it gave me determination.

Hopefully, he won't hate me when he finds out my quirk. Though that's stupid I'm hoping, he's literally a bomb on legs. He'll hate me. Dang.

Oh well, I'm not really here to make friends, so it doesn't really matter if he doesn't like me. Friends are a want, grades and skill are a need.

I lived with a pro hero, because of the villain issue. Snipe, my number one trainer. He trained me to shoot, to attack, properly. I'm really grateful for him, he's a kind master, funny, too. Very respectful and polite. He's a good father figure, I really admire him.

Now, I had my uniform on, checking it out. Nezu gave it to me today. It looks surprisingly good on me, and my hair and eyes match the colors of the uniform. Dark green hair and red eyes.

Tomorrow was the day U.A. started, and I couldn't wait. I was put in class 1-A. I was allowed to use both my quirks, but it was my choice. If I didn't feel comfortable using Sludge, it's fine because it's not a necessity, I have my second quirk.

I sat onto my cozy bed, letting Sludge out.

"You're gonna behave, right? You're not gonna force yourself out?"

"Sure, whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, this is serious. I'll block you out."

"That's not fair!"

"Then don't force yourself out!"

"Fine!"

And so, that's how we settled the night.

The next morning, Snipe woke me up.

I was excited, I did my morning routine out of order. I put my clothes on, took them off to shower, brushed my teeth and then ate breakfast.

Really, what was wrong with me?

Luckily I figured everything out, and ended up at the door of class 1-A in my uniform and backpack. Snipe pat me on the back before walking away to his hero duties.

I paced in front of the room, talking to Sludge out loud, though he was still inside me. (If y'all say anything—ya nasty)

Eventually I walked in, and all eyes landed on me. I awkwardly shuffled to my seat, between a boy with bi-colored hair, and a girl with black spiky hair. I paid no attention to them, though.

You see, I have 0 social skills. I don't know how to start a conversation with kids my age.

Adults are easy to talk to, always polite and nice to strike up a conversation with.

Nezu was a bit of a different story, due to the face that he was talking to me about my quirk and my past, but it ended up okay. I still don't know how to talk to him.

The only person I can talk to is Snipe, but that's because he's a very kind person who never makes anything awkward.

Sludge has been with me for most of my life, so you can tell we're not awkward around each other anymore.