Muted Voices (A BNHA/MHA x OC Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Celebration Dinner

A week later, an envelope finally comes from UA. Mic insists I go to my room to open it, but I know he'll have his ear pressed up against the door anyway, so I look him dead in the eye and rip it open, depositing the contents on the coffee table. A small metal disk a little smaller than a coaster clatters against the glass surface. Light beams out of it as a hologram of the #1 hero, All Might is displayed before us. He wears a striped yellow suit that clashes horribly with his golden, quaffed hair, but I guess if you're the most famous hero, you can do whatever you want. 

"I am here!" His smiling face says his signature catchphrase and I can't help but smile as well. "To congratulate you on your performance in the entrance exam! But not only as a hero, for I have accepted a job at my alma mater! That's right! I will be a teacher at UA High! Now back to your exam results! You scored high enough marks to pass the written exam! As for the practical exam, you worked efficiently in defeating your opponents as well as assisting your peers! There was a category that we had not mentioned, specifically designated towards rescue!" 

My heart thuds in my chest. Rescue? Does that mean I get extra points for helping the tail kid?

"For showing such selflessness in rescuing your peer, despite physical repercussions, you receive 40 rescue points in addition to your 32 villain points, placing you in fourth overall!! Congratulations, Koto Yamada, you've been accepted into UA!!"

The video blinks out as I stare silently into space. 

"YEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Mic's voice blasts through my thoughts and I nearly topple over from the force. "YOU DID IT!!!!!!!" He pulls me into a tight hug. I can't help but smile and hug him back. 

I did it. I really did it. 

"I'M SO PROUD OF MY FAVORITE NIECE!!" 

"I'm your only niece," I sign as I pull away. 

"YOU SHOULD HAVE FORMS TO FILL OUT HERE!!" He grabs the papers that also scattered when the envelope was opened, ignoring my statement. 

I look through the documents with him. They list requirements for our quirk registration forms and measurements so they can send uniforms as well as designs and requests for our costumes. Apparently, they are having some high tier company make them for us based on our requests. I'll have to draw something out later. 

Mic and I decide there should probably be a name for my quirk. It gets confusing sometimes when I talk about my "voice," so he takes to the internet. 

After extensive searches, we come across one book called Fairest. It's about a girl who can essentially do what I can do with my quirk, flinging sound to other places, though she can only make one sound at a time. Doing a bit more digging, we find she calls it "illusing."

Illusing. Illusing. I'm illusing my voice over there. My quirk is illusing. I roll the word around in my mind. I can illuse. I like the sound of it.

We finish the required forms and leave the costume design papers for later.

"LET'S GET SOME DINNER!!! WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE SPECIAL TONIGHT, SO DRESS NICE!!!"

"Dress nice? Who are you and what've you done with my uncle?" I sign, sending him a sarcastic smirk. 

"WE'RE LEAVING IN AN HOUR!!!" He yells, going into his room and shutting the door. I shake my head, chucking at his antics. 

He usually doesn't respond to my snide remarks, but I know he sees them. Every now and then, he'll start playing along with whatever bit I've started. Those are always fun and it reassures me that I actually have a sense of humor.