The Phoenix {A BNHA Fan Story}

Chapter Four: Quirk Assessment

Shit shit shit shit shit...

She thought that she had set an alarm early enough so that she could have plenty of time before the start of the school day. Apparently, she was wrong. Soraka was sure that she had set her alarm for an hour and a half before the school day started, so when it sounded off thirty minutes beforehand, she was sent into a scurry around the room.

The uniform was difficult for her even though it was made of such simple clothing. The white button up was probably the only thing that fit her perfectly, at least to her standards. The tie was a challenge to tie as she hadn't ever needed one before this and thus never learned. She probably spent a good ten minutes on that alone and it still seemed off. The blue skirt was fine on her waist, though it seemed a bit short much to her disliking, and she didn't have any leggings or tights to wear under it. She made a mental note to buy some after school. The grey jacket was also a hair small, but more bearable than the skirt. Her black socks almost reached to her knees and the shoes had short heels on them, but didn't seem to be ill-fitting or uncomfortable.

Soraka completely forwent grabbing something to eat as she grabbed her shoulder bag, just big enough to carry her things, and had her hand on the door knob about to walk out. Just before the door shut, her eyes widened as she remembered the room key and she threw her arm out to catch it before it shut. She ran back in and grabbed it, sticking it into a side pocket on her bag while running back out and down the hall. Her steps were loud and she mentally apologized to anyone she woke up. She really needed to find somewhere to stay sometime this week.

The streets were already bustling with people, so she was slightly relieved to find the skies clear with no immediate sign of rain. One hand gripped her bag tightly so that it would fly open and the other grabbed the front of her skirt, pushing it between her legs in an attempt to keep her dignity as she took to the skies, her wings beating hard to get to the school on time. She had no idea how much she actually had to get there, but assumed it wasn't much.

Arriving at the school, she knew she could easily fly right over the large barrier of the school, but doing so would almost certainly set off some sort of alarm so she made the choice to land in front of the red gate and run through it, along with the rest of the way to her classroom.

Since she had gotten lost during the entrance exams, she already had a rough idea of where the class was and was able to find it in a timely manner. The sign jutting out from the wall had 1-A written on it and the door was absolutely massive, reaching the already tall ceiling. It was already open and standing in the doorway was that green haired boy who had been mumbling during the briefing at the exam. Great. He seemed to be held up by the tall blue haired male and that unnecessarily rude blonde. Greeeeaaat.

Soraka slipped past the three of them and took a glance at the others in the room while looking for an unoccupied seat. Everyone seemed to either stay to themselves or were in small pairs and groups socializing.

"Excuse me! Do you realized how inappropriate your clothes are not only to yourself but also to the people that made that uniform?!" The voice was loud behind her and she knew who it was before she even turned around. She didn't even hear the various reactions from the room of people now at her back.

The male toward over her and she raised a brow in confusion at him. "What do you mean? I'm wearing the same thing as the rest of you." If he meant the skirt, well she couldn't do much about that. She hadn't been expecting it to be so short herself.

His hand raised, stiff as a board. "The back of not only your jacket, but also your shirt has a massive hole in it! How could you not have realized that?!" She reached a hand back to find that there was indeed a hole through both of the articles of clothing. Her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up. She was in a rush, so she hadn't even given thought to the fact that her wings might burn right through the fabric. It was a highly praised school for people with quirks though, so it was astonishing that the manufacturers hadn't put into account the kinds of quirks that could easily ruin the uniforms.