Broken Smile

5: Assessment

I hummed as I went to the change rooms. Opening my locker, I peeled off my clothes, careful to protect the sides of my chest, even though my sports bra already covered them pretty well. The scars on my stomach were barely visible except for a lone scratch that was accidental.

My socks covered my ankles, so I was good there too. I ignored most of the conversations, although I did notice the purple-haired girl from at her chest before looking to Miss Ponytail's own breast. I suppressed a snicker, only tightening my mask.

I had two on, my regular galaxy mask with two bands that were hidden under my hair and a black pollen mask over that. It was mostly to ensure if the pollen mask fell off, no one would see my smile. Same if it was pulled off since my regular one would have to be untied.

"Hi! I'm Uraraka, Ochako!" a brown-haired girl said as she walked up, looking relatively shy. I rolled my eyes. Being shy got you nowhere, I had enough experience of that.

"And I'm the girl that will stab you the second she finds a weapon. Want to keep talking?" I asked, my smile turning a bit sadistic under my mask, watching her shive and back up. Stupid! Why did I do that? God, I'm a terrible person but to do that?

"U-uh," the girl stuttered, a frightened look on her face as she took a step back. Stupid Kai! You can't do anything right!

"Sorry about that!" I told her before she could run away. I looked down, mentally bashing myself. Why was insulting my go-to! It's fight or flight, not threaten and scare, goddammit! "Sorry for being mean. I'm Koriyati, Kai."

Uraraka gave me a shy smile and I beat myself up mentally. Shyness gets you nowhere! Fucking woman up! Wait, that was mean. Goddammit, I thought the medicine would help me! Fuck it.

I scolded myself under my breath before walking away quickly. God, why did I even allow her to come to me in the first place? I don't do friends, friends don't do me. Why did I think it would have been different?

I walked to the corner of the grass area and leaned against the building, watching the teacher as the rest of the kids came out. Mr. Peppermint leaned against the wall next to me while I ignored his presence, molding a small part of my aura into a button. It was something I did to fidget.

"We are going to have a quirk assessment," the man, Aizawa, said. "Bakugou, you got first in the entrance exams. Take this and throw it as far as you can using your quirk."

I wrinkled my nose. Of course he would have gotten first.

The Baka grabbed the tennis ball and went into the circle, winding his arm up with a grin before throwing it, an explosion following. The only thing that was off was that he screamed "DIE!!!" as he threw it. I just shook my head. Obviously, he's still as stupid as a potato. Why I chose a potato, I don't know.

"This looks like fun!"

"Totally! I can't wait to use my quirk to help me out!"

"Awesome, this rocks!"

A creepy grin grew on my teacher's face. "Fun, you say?" I shivered to myself as he continued, "Obviously, three years of long hard work to become a hero will be fun. I wonder how fun it will be when you're on the floor and crying because you all thought becoming a hero would be fun."

The sadistic grin on his face somehow made one on my own grow. If I go through pain like this, will I have to cut? Less of a chance of leaving scars that could be found or known as suicidal. Wait, no. I am a happy person with a good family. I am loved. I am cared for. I am loved. I am cared for.