[currently under major editing, please read at risk of changes.]
"I heard there's a new transfer student!"
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Shiro Kurayami is a new admittee to U.A. High School of Heroics, she joins the class of 1-A and is immediately taken a liking to...
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"What are you guys talking about?" Midoriya asked, confused at all the commotion Kirishima and Kaminari were making.
And especially the rare sight of embarrassment on Shoto's face.
"Todoroki's got the hots for Kurayami!"
-x- Shiro's View -x-
"Morning, kids." It was currently about five-thirty in the morning and everyone of Class 1-A were currently up and out on a clearing where Aizawa had told us to meet.
"It's too early..." I yawned, the scorching sun hurting my still half-focused eyes as I slouched.
The sound of nearing feet came from beside me, causing me to turn my head ever so slowly to catch sight of Todoroki there as normal as ever. He didn't look the slightest bit tired, in fact he looked like he didn't go through that forsaken forest yesterday at all.
How I envy morning people sometimes.
"Today, the real training camp begins. Ideally, you will all emerge stronger. Strong enough to acquire your Provisional Licenses." Aizawa said, continuing on about how the villains that were once hiding had begun to get stronger as well, to which we would have to improve in order to fight back.
"To start, try throwing this Bakugo.-" Tossing a ball at Bakugo's direction, he caught it and mentioned something about a previous strength trial. "-Last time, right after school started, your record was seven-hundred and five-point-two metres. How much have you grown since then?"
"Ohh! A test to see if we've improved?" Chatter from the class started, myself also standing up straighter in interest.
I watched as Bakugo started swinging his throwing arm to warm up, a smirk on his face as he leaned back and slammed the ball down, his palm emitting sparks to ignite an explosion.
"GO TO HELL!"
A large gust of wind blew from his thrown, making my hair fly back from the strong current. The ball soared high into the air where we couldn't see it anymore, until after a while did it finally fall back down to Earth.
Aizawa held onto a small device in his hand, a beeping sound coming from it as he showed the screen to us.
Seven-hundred and nine-point-six metres. Bakugo had only improved in that little of a difference.
"Yes. You have been through a lot these past three months. Undoubtedly, you've all grown." Aizawa stuffed the device into his pocket, walking around Bakugo who was still frozen in his spot.
"But it's only your techniques and minds that have matured. Well, and your bodies a bit.-"
"Gross." I mentally questioned myself at my thoughts after what Aizawa had added in that last bit.
