Snapdragon - A BNHA Fanfic

:Chapter Nine:

Hikari's POV

"If you're here to socialize, then get out." A gruff voice appeared in the doorway coming from a man cocooned in a yellow sleeping bag. He had long black hair with a little scruff on his face and some terrible dry eye.

'Oops, guess I zoned out.' I rubbed away some sleep from my eyes and listened in to the newcomer.

"This is.... the Hero Course," The man started to unzip his sleeping bag and started to step out, "It took you eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you? I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."

I just stared at the now named man. Shota Aizawa. The name seemed familiar to me but I can't remember where from so I shrugged off the feeling and carried on observing what our teacher did.

"Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds." Aizawa spoke while bringing out one of the U.A. gym uniforms from his sleeping bag.

'What the hell does he hide in there?!' I questioned to myself while standing up and trailing behind the rest of the male figures in my class towards the changing rooms.
Upon entering I dashed towards one of the toilet stalls and changed in there before waiting for everyone else to leave before I did myself.

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"A TEST OF OUT QUIRKS?!" There was a ruckus from the other students in class 1A while I hid in the back and let my eyes and ears do the work of analyzing my classmates.

"What about the entrance ceremony?! Or our guidance sessions?!" A girl with a round face, large brown doe eyes and a bob cut that had long bangs at the front that was also brown.

"No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes," Aizawa replied.

'Thank god for that as I ain't seeing no counsellor.' 

"U.A. is known for its 'Freestyle' educational system. That applies to us teachers as well." He started, "Softball throwing. The standing long jump. The 50-meter dash. Endurance running. Grip strength. Side-to-side stepping. Upper-body training. Seated toe touch. You did all these in middle school, yes? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests," Aizawa kept going, "This country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating."

There was a pause.

"Bakugo. How far could you throw in middle school?"
"Sixty-seven meters." A tall male with spikey ash-blonde hair with these blood-red eyes answered while stepping forwards.
"Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don't leave the circle. Give it all you've got."

The blond stretched out his arms as he took the softball and walked into the circle. He circled his arm a few times before swinging it forwards with one huge explosion propelling the softball up and up while soaring through the sky. During this action, Bakugo decided to scream out "DIE!" as motivation?

A sigh rang out from Aizawa's mouth, "It's important for us to know our limits." He held out a device that showed us Bakugo's score '705.2m', "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."