Yin Yang [ BNHA ]

Entrance Exam part 1

EDITED

"Yoarashi-long-legs! Slow down!"

A very tall and well-built teen my age with buzzed, dark brown hair and playful eyes only smirked. With a snap of his fingers, the light breeze that combed my hair suddenly seemed to dissipate, brewed up on Yourashi's fingertips with a powerful passion, whipped his already bed-ridden hair around as if they were the leaves of fall and winded around his figure from head-to-toe as if he was the hot ribbons of a flame, and they were attracted moths.

"SEE YOU LATER, SLOWPOKE!!" He immediately propelled himself upwards and flew into the school at such a high speed, it left me wide-eyed and mouth agape as though someone had just told me pigs can fly. Well, I mean, a pig technically just flew... right?

I snorted and laughed loudly at my own joke, slapping my knee in the process. From afar, I noticed people staring at me with quizzical glances and whispering to each other, pointedly about me. Annnndddd there I go, messing up before I even stepped foot into the building.

Great, just great.

"Um...hahahaaaa..." I laughed nervously, trying to ease the judgemental gazes as I continued to rub my the sore spot on my knee. I quickly thought up of an excuse on the spot, 'There was just a mosquito that landed on my knee.' But the minute I opened my mouth, I blanked out, "My precious knee was misbehaving and ya know, like every other mum, I had to... haha... punish it when it's misbehaving?"

People started to fast-walk away from me, while I just stood there, slapping my knee for extra effect. When the surroundings were clear,  I wiped the sweat from my eyebrow, I huffed to thin air loudly, "KUTABARE, YOARASHI INASA!" (Guess what it means. It's totalllyy not a swear word in Japanese.😇) Even if he couldn't hear me, it was worth it.

Sure, he can be an energetic, hyperactive, and an enthusiastic goofball at times but he can also be an arse at others. A small smile graced my features as I recalled our vibrant past.  Yoarashi and I actually only met two years back, when I was planning to buy strawberry milk from the vending machine at his block. Calcium helps with growth, kids. I learnt that from two of my favourite animes, Karma from Canssassination Classroom and Kageyama from Aikyuu. 

I was craving carbohydrates and a cool drink after an intense workout with uncle Yagi so I trudged down the street, glaring unintentionally at every little annoyance that passes by. My sweat overlapped every opening the top I was wearing had, and on reflex, my brain fixated on its new target, a new vending machine that was just installed the day before. When the rectangle device was within my visual field, I realized that there was only one bottle of milk left -- not strawberry, but original flavour. No matter, milk is milk. I would even eat dog poop right now. I rushed towards it at the speed of light and was about to press the buttons when I felt a huge gust of wind blew in the direction of the vending machine and the last growth potion was gone in an instant.  My eyesight blurred along with the image before me as I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet. UMM, ExCuSe MOI? D-Did that uNresPEcTfuL, DiSreGaRDing blob of blue just -- just take MOI DrInK?

Preposterous!

Infabulous!

I opened my eyes in shock, taking in the fact that I was falling. My perception of time twisted, as crows danced around my head. Suspended in the air, I closed my eyes and surrendered myself into the infinite sky above. A sudden warm touch to bring me back up pinched at my palms. Then suddenly movement, so much force in every blow. My reflex rained blows onto the stranger who I smashed purposefully into.

"Owwwieeeee!!!" A childish voice dragged the last syllable. Then a thump, and a fall.

"It's your fault mister! Or Miss! Whatever!" I rubbed my knuckles. "Don't take advantage of weak, young girls, provoking them when unnecessary." I peeked at the culprit and bit my bottom lip regretfully, as he was trembling from the impact and didn't seem like he was getting up anytime soon. "Um... you... okay? Hey, if you want, I could get you to the nearest clinic for some bandages if you want? I mean, it's still wrong to sexually assault someone, but hey, I don't wanna-um-kill you?"

He continued to shake violently, and I started to get extremely worried, picking up my phone, I muttered hurriedly into it. "Um... is this the hospital? -- Yep. Newvendingmachine street, um -- near walmart and --"

"THAT WAS SO COOL!" A blare of a scratchy voice erupted from the strange boy.

"Eep!" I jumped back hurriedly, this time learning to land steadily on my two feet. "Y-You... what?!"

"YOUR PASSION! I FELT THAT ASTOUNDING VOLUME OF STRENGTH! FIT TO BE A HERO -- THE PASSION ERUPTING FROM YOU TOLD ME S--

"Stop! Your nose! I-It's bleeding! Here!" I shoved him some tissues forcefully and tugged on the arm until he gave in and followed me peacefully.

Okay... I'm drifting off point;

To sum it up, our weird encounter, we soon became friends -- he was adamant on it, not that I refused. What I was trying to say was was that even though he comes off as very loud and possibly obnoxious, he's oddly polite and speaks very formally most of the time. He even gave me the beverage after little effort of persuasion. There is nothing he dislikes and has an embarrassing habit of approaching strangers to try and make friends with them. Sometimes, he gets so worked up that he'll start talking emphatically about being passionate that the person or people he's talking to tends to get confused.

After just a few months of our blossoming friendship, I found Yoarashi's signature trait. It was his undying love for passion above all else. He believes all heroes should have a fiery passion that motivates them to help others. Inasa also enjoys passionate battles and desires to be a part of them. Whenever I talked about Endeavour, the number 2 hero's gallant works, his expression darkens considerably. I soon found out that he disapproves of heroes who do not have hot spirits and believes people filled with hatred are unfit to be heroes and he refuses to recognize them as such. This is why he hates Endeavor. Endeavour had cold angry eyes when Yoarashi met him as a child and he blew him off despite Yoarashi's warm greetings.

I pushed open the doors to the arena and as soon as I stepped foot inside, I was met with the cold eyes of entrancing grey on his right and brilliant turquoise on his left with a crimson-magenta burnt mark -- then an evenly split in half red-white hair.

Ah, Shoto.

His father is Endeavour.

I gave a curt nod in his direction out of acknowledgement with calculative eyes before tearing my gaze from him to a stretching Yoarashi who was conversing loudly with someone else before noticing about 40 other competitors. I cracked my knuckles and smiled lightheartedly.

Let's get this game started.