Sands (BNHA x antihero!reader)

Nicknames are My Only Form of Entertainment

Edited

Children. Immature children everywhere I looked. There was one in particular of which gave off a super asshole vibe. One of them had stiff and angular movements with some very pointy eyebrows. He seemed a bit too much of a... stickler for the rules for my taste. He had straight blue hair, rectangular glasses, and was fairly tall. He was currently lecturing some blond delinquent kid who was the supposed asshole. Mister tall and nerdy over here was more like a nitpicky teacher's pet kind of guy (who goes on a full rant about how you should prop your feet up on a desk?), while blonde porcupine was more of an asshole kind of guy.

'Ah, dammit. Just my luck. Well, I'll give everybody nicknames so I can at least enjoy their presence a little bit,' I thought to myself as I took the lone desk at the very back of the classroom. 'The more I can distance myself from these children, the better. Now let's see... blonde asshole is now 'blondie'(goldilocks is too long), blue hair dude is now 'nitpicker', red and white dude is 'Zuko', black hair chick with the big boobs is 'pineapple', pinky over there is 'pinky people eater,' other blondie with a black streak is 'pikachu', spiky red over there is 'Stalagmite'(mite for short), mister green and stuttery by the door is now 'freckles,' and dead inside yellow caterpillar is 'me during finals,' who is now talking. I can't believe I really have to go through this high school shit again,' was my last thought before I tuned in to what 'me during finals'-sensei was saying.

"It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field," finals-sensei said while holding a body suit of some sort? But with shorts and those dreaded half-sleeves? It was blue and white with some red accents.

With that we were provided our locker numbers and combinations and told that our gym uniforms were already in said lockers. I picked a fellow girl to follow since I had no idea where I was going. The girl had a short brown bob and had pink ovals on her cheeks that made it look as if she was always blushing. After a few minutes of following her, we made it to the locker rooms. I quickly found my own locker and changed into the gym uniform that was provided for me. When I was done changing, I followed another girl, this one with dark purple hair and headphone jacks dangling from her earlobes. Before long we made it out on the field, with only 6 or so people out there, including finals week sensei. With nothing else to do, I not-so-gracefully plopped down onto the ground, shifting around to sit crisscross-applesauce style, and just sat there and stared at the dirt, hoping it would provide some entertainment for me. There was an ant that walked past, but that was the most exciting thing during the five minutes I sat there.

"A Quirk assessment test?!" I heard a bunch of people say as once. Oops, guess I was too focused on the ant to notice that the rest of the class arrived. I stood up, brushed the dirt off me, joined the group of kids.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" The girl with the brown hair, who I have now dubbed 'pink cheeks,' asked.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events," finals dude-sensei explained.

"Oh, thank god," I muttered out with a sigh of relief because I don't think I could get through one of those speeches where you have to stand the entire time. I got a couple of weird looks from the others, but I didn't care enough to take note of who they were.

"U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are," finals dude-sensei continued. "That's also how the teachers run their classes. You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks." The man held up a phone-like device that had a bunch of fitness tests names on it. "The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks. It's not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating. Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right?" Blondie looks up at Finals-sensei. "In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?"