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TODAY WAS THE DAY OF THE PHYSICAL TESTS AND I WAS PUMPED! We strolled into an arena all wearing our hero costumes. I turned to my right to see Katsuki walking besides Kiri and Kaminari. He's been avoiding and ignoring me since yesterday. I want to ask whats wrong, but I also want to give him his space. Maybe he's just leaving me alone. I gave a small sigh as I turned to the front. We stopped in front of Aizawa. I heard cheers erupt from the crowd.
"I'm so hyped for this!"
"I think we'll be fighting robots again!"
"Alright! Thats so easy!"
I looked closer as I saw something moving within Aizawa's scarf. I was surprised to see Principal Nezu pop out.
"Due to various reasons, the physical exam will now be changed!" He exclaimed. Everyone was shocked at his entrance. He climbed out of Aizawa's scarf and landed on the ground. "Instead of fighting robots! You'll be put into pairs and will be fighting your teachers!" I watched as everyones jaw dropped.
"Yeah. The pairs have already been chosen." Aizawa casts a lazy hand over the crowd of students as a crowd of teachers stood behind him. "Ashido and Kaminari, you'll be against Principal Nezu, Uruaka and Aoyama will be against 13, Sero and Mineta versus Midnight, Present Mic versus Koda and Jirou, Ectoplasm against Tokoyami and Asui. Iida and Ojiro against Powerloader, Kirishima and Sato against Cementoss, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu against me, Hagukure and Shoji against Snipe and Midoriya and Bakugou against All Might."
I gulped at the mention of Izuku and Katsuki working together. And against All Might of all people. This wasn't good.
"Hey 'Zawa! What about Y/N and me?!" Ryoto shouted, crossing his arms and pouting. I gave a sigh and I nudged him, hard.
"Idiot. You're giving us extra work." I seeth. He didn't seem to notice. I saw Nezu give a grin.
"Well! We thought we'd up the anti, so to speak for you two! So! We've invited a Pro hero for you to battle!" He chirped.
I bit my lip. "And that person would be?" I ask nervously. I saw the sea of teachers part down the middle like the red sea, exposing a smiling figure. I felt the blood drain from my face as it stepped forwards.
"Hey there runt."
My dad. We're versing my frigging dad.
I heard people gasp and start to talk about my dad. I saw Aizawa give the crowd an annoyed glare.
"Alright shut up. I believe you all know who this is. The number six hero, Drastic." I saw and hated the smug smirk he wore. I turned and watched my dad as he stood infront of me.
My dad didn't look much like me. He had short brown hair with piercing red eyes and dark tan skin. His costume was a black, sleeveless tight fit shirt with a dark grey jacket with red fur outlining it. He also had somewhat baggy, crimson pants that were tucked into black combat boots. His right arms sleeve had burn holes and was ripped, revealing his own red dragon markings.
