Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That it is a Quirk Assessment Test

No TW for this chapter, just some more hints at Mikutori's background and her quirk. Learning about her past and her predicament will be something over a longer period of time, I really like stretching out the information release... makes it more enjoyable, in my opinion.

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" Uraraka complained, her high-pitched voice irritating Mikutori's ears. It was just the perfect pitch to still be heard.

"If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies," Aizawa responded, his back towards the class. Mikutori, while agreeing, was still interested to see what orientation held for them. She guessed she would never know, but it wasn't that big of a deal to her. The rest of the class gasped, surprised their teacher would care so little for school ceremonies. Yet, he continued, "Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit."

The class was still dumbfounded at this, yet when Mikutori looked to her right, where that boy with the split hair was, she just saw him slightly frowning. From this side, she could clearly see that the discoloration on his face was actually a red scar covering his entire eye, moving down to his cheek. His hair was in the way, but she could assume that the scar went all the way up his forehead. She turned her attention back to Aizawa, blowing up at her bangs to move them from falling into her eyes.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before," he said, holding up his cell phone. From this distance, Mikutori could barely see the words on the screen, the phone appearing to have a list of generic physical-based tests. "The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal, by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn."

He turned to the spiky-haired blonde who had his feet on his desk earlier.

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam," Aizawa said, the boy named Bakugo looking up at him. He was standing just in front of Mikutori, and she could barely hear his slight intake of breath when he was addressed by Aizawa. She, unlike everyone else in the class, kept staring at Aizawa's barely-moving lips as he continued talking.

"What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?"

Bakugo looked back towards the ground before answering. Mikutori could see how uninterested the boy was with the situation.

"Sixty-seven meters, I think."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk," Aizawa said. Bakugo walked to the painted circle on the ground, and Aizawa kept talking, Mikutori zoning him out. She really didn't care, as long as she did decent enough in placement then she wouldn't care what anyone else did. She looked back up when she heard the boy scream 'die' and an explosion went off. It was quite loud, even for Mikutori.

The class started raving about having fun and using their quirks, but Aizawa was quick to shut them down. Mikutori couldn't see what was so fun about messing around with their quirks like this, this was training, not playtime. Aizawa seemed to agree with Mikutori.

"So this looks fun, huh?" He said, and then, "You have three years here to become a hero, you think it's all going to be games and playtime?" Then he smiled, and even Mikutori was a bit surprised at the change in expression. "Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately."

The entire class raged at this, completely flabbergasted at how one of them would be leaving on the first day. Mikutori just stood still, letting no emotion cross her face. She was just as surprised, not thinking their teacher would go as far to expel a student on the very first day. Aizawa kept talking, but again, Mikutori didn't feel like paying attention to his random words.