Always was and Always will be Nobody || bnha

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        I ran to the building where I would soon take my entrance exam to U.A. My long pink hair coming undone from it's braid. "Why am I even doing this, for sure Shouto is going to be there. Will he even recognize me, it's been four years since I've seen him. Maybe I shouldn't... No, this is what you want, to be a hero. It's your dream, to show him you don't need him to succeed." I entered through one of three large doors into an auditorium. "No turning back now."

I found a seat about halfway up from the stage, where a large wooden podium sat. Next to me was some short kid, at least half my height with purple grape-shaped hair, he kept staring at my... 'Seriously?' I squirmed in my seat as I tried to ignore the obvious pervert next to me. "The name's Minoru Mineta and you are?"

"Out of your league," I quickly replied, scoffing at his attempt of flirting..? My blatant shut down didn't seem to faze him but rather peaked his interest even more to my disappointment.

"I see you're playing hard to get," Mineta said rather calmly, "Most girls say that, before they eventually fall for my charms." "Ugh, this guy is gross... hope I don't end up in the same class as him. Oh God- I hope I didn't just jinx it!"

"I don't think so, but if that's what you say," I doubted, just barely holding in my laughter. Suddenly the stage lights turned on, revealing none other than Present Mic. "How much hair gel does this guy buy each week?! Must be expensive.'" I shifted my body towards the stage as the orientation began.

"What's up U.A candidates, thank you for tuning into me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear you say hey!" Present Mic enthusiastically said in a failed attempt to hype up the crowd. "There's no way I'm going to embarrass myself, well not yet at least." "Keeping it mellow and refined, huh? That's fine, I'll skip straight to the main show! Let's talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down. Are you ready!?" He yelled, nearly blowing out my eardrums in the process.

"As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this! You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you'll head to the specified battle center, okay?" I looked down to the card I held in my hand. "Battle center C."

"Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center." The screen behind him showed an image of the battle center and three of the four silhouettes of robots that matched the paper in my hand. 'Is he forgetting one of them?' "You earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your quirks to earn points by immobilizing the faux villains. Of course, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited."

"May I ask a question?" A guy with a determined look a few seats to the left of Mineta stood up.

"Okay!"

"On the printout, there are four types of villains. If that is a misprint, then U.A, the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake. We examinees are here in this place because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes." The candidate had navy blue hair, was wearing rectangular framed glasses, and he was extremely tall. He didn't seem to mind the many eyes staring his way.

"In addition, you over there with curly hair," he pointed to another kid a few seats, "you've been muttering this whole time. It's distracting! If you're here on a pleasure trip, then you should leave immediately!" "Poor kid, he's probably just nervous. How did that guy hear him from so far away?"

"Okay, okay. Examinee Number 7111." Present Mic moved his arms up and down, trying to calm him down. "Thanks for the great message. The fourth type of villain is worth zero points." An 8-bit video played on the screen, showing Present Mic turning a corner and finding the zero-pointer. "That guy's an obstacle, so to speak. There's one in every battle center, an obstacle that will go crazy in narrow spaces. It's not impossible to defeat but there's no reason to defeat it, either. I recommend that you listeners try to avoid it." His video game-esque avatar then began to run away.

"Thank you very much! Please excuse the interruption!"

"That's all from me! Finally, I'll give you listeners a present- our school motto! The hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said: 'A true hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes. Go beyond. Plus ultra! Now, everyone, good luck suffering!" "Well, that last bit was definitely encouraging. We're all going to have so much fun!"

I picked up my pastel green backpack from the ground, swung it over my school uniform and slowly made my way out to the changing rooms. "I didn't see Shouto in there. Could he have been recommended? He's always been a natural, it would make sense. Besides, Fathe- no that guy could have bribed anyone to recommend him. I'm glad, I really don't want to explain myself to him. Maybe this bought me a few months to change my appearance... should I? I do really like my pink hair and heterochromatic eyes, he could recognize them though..."

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