Akiara-- 2nd Gen BNHA

QUIRK TESTS

The man with the black hair said something that made my classmates start muttering around me. Everyone was moving, and I stood still, staring at her teacher while he stared at me.

"You can hear thoughts can't you? In order to be a pro hero, you need to prove that you can do it. Pass the tests with some kind of score or you're expelled. This is what I've told the class as well," his hair lifted, eyes red as he threw me from his mind. He erased quirks. Kirishima had told me about Eraserhead being a teacher at UA, but I didn't think that I would encounter him already. I rubbed my head, dropping my eyesight as he blinked back to his black eyes. I noticed they were bloodshot, like he didn't sleep much. I knew it was a side effect of his quirk though. Just like my migraines. I hoped he wouldn't be the reason I left UA. 

There were eight tests. They were all physical. We were to use our quirks to further test our abilities and compare them to secondary school and try not to be dead last. Otherwise we would be going home and returning our uniforms. I took a breath as everyone started heading to the first test, the 50 meter dash. My quirk did nothing for this test, so I have to run without it. 

I lined up with Komako, ready to run. I knew I had nothing against her zero gravity quirk. My eyes faded blue, catching the teachers I before spoke to Komako.

"Good luck," she jumped, missing the vibration of the gunshot to signal us moving. I bolted from my stand, coming across the line in nine seconds, faster than secondary school.  Komako still beat me, regaining her composure once I bolted down. 8.2 for her. 

"You scared me, Akiara-kan!" she pouted my direction, her face looking a little pale after she used her quirk. 

"I didn't mean to. I was just trying to say good luck. There isn't much physical my quirk can do." I shrugged, starting to get more comfortable with signing as I thought to Komako.  

"Try screaming, like you did at the entry exam. That was amazing, and you saved me. Maybe one of the tests would work with that?" 

Komako was right, but I knew I didn't have control on if I would explode something now or not. Those robot certainly held no chance. Maybe one of these tests would work with my banshee scream. At least I know of a super move I'll have. 

We went through other tests, my scores were always mediocre, and I learned using my quirk to talk to the others, usually wishing them good luck, made them lose their focus ultimately lowering their scores. I kept catching the teacher's stare as we worked through the tests. I could almost swear he started smiling the more I used my quirk to my advantage. 

Then it was time for the ball throw. Komako threw hers, landing nearly 2000 meters away. Her face went pale before she released the ball. So her quirk must not have liked her throwing that. I would have to ask her about the limitations of her quirk. I watch Homura throw hers, her flames assisting in the ball all but exploding out of her hand. 901 meters the scoreboard lit up. I found myself taking a deep breath as a ball was handed to me. It was my turn I supposed. Standing at the center of the pitcher's mound, I thought about Komako and what she had said. If my scream was powerful enough to turn a robot into a hunk of metal bits, would I be able to pinpoint it to propel this ball forward? 

I brought my arm back, prepared to throw the ball. I took a breath, focusing my energy into a stream. My eyes faded blue as they snapped open, a steady scream whistle exiting my throat, hitting the ball in the air as I released it from my hand. It launched upwards, propelling further as I continued to hold my scream until I ran out of air. I inhaled, the air raw down my throat. I saw multiple numbers flashing on my score board. 857 meters. I would take that any day. Komako hugged me, grinning at the fact I used her idea, I assumed. The rest of the class threw their balls, some scores more impressive than others. Everyone gathered near the building once they were finished, it was time for the results of the classes attempts at impressing the teacher, which I thought was impossible. The screen flashed on and everyone found their names. 

I was nineteenth. So I wasn't last, but who was? The name Kiku Mineta was below mine. The teacher said something to the small, purple hair girl before dismissing class. Her name remained on the board, but I kept glancing to my own name. How the hell wasn't I last? I just couldn't fathom the how part. 

I quickly chased the teacher down, jumping in front of him. He noted my blue eyes immediately. "How did I not fail? My quirk isn't physical," he let out a sigh, staring at me before I dived into his head. 

"You used what you had to push yourself ahead, and put your classmates behind. I only expel those with no potential," he waved his hand to dismiss me, and started walking away.

"Sensei, what's your name, by the way? I haven't heard you think it yet." 

"Aizawa. Now go to English, Akiara." He walked away from me, his goggles sitting backwards on his neck. If he wore those while using his quirk, it would make it hard to tell if he was looking at you or not. It was a really good idea.