DISCLAIMER:MHA doesn't belong to me but Horikoshi.
This book will contain sensitive topics like bullying, deprecating thoughts, foul language, what do you expect, it's Bakugou
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His elevated breaths were drowned out from the chaos of human vs. metal. The battle was exhilarating, making the teen glad that he didn't feel exhausted. His mind hadn't wandered, hadn't messed him up, hadn't lingered to his scar.
It was free reign to do what he wants. Something he so eagerly desired.
The blade at the end of his staff connected with metal once again, slicing clean through the arm that tried to grab an examinee. Another thrust of his weapon and the faux villain's head was cut clean off. It felt weird going for killing blows, but it seemed like the only effective way to get rid of these pesky bots.
He wasn't complaining, just the fact of him being so used to watching out for major arteries or organ. The information was thrown out of the park when facing these bots, but it still irked him that his training so far was useless. But if. No, when he gets into the hero course it should be put to good use.
Hopefully.
With the capture weapon on his arm, he threw it out and grabbed another person, pulling them away from being crushed. They shouted at him, but he didn't listen, trying to go for more points.
It wasn't as easy as it had been in the beginning to try and get the faux villains. Seeing as now he's on foot without his rollerblades, the ground too uneven now to skate along, and he keeps getting distracted by other kids almost getting themselves killed. When it's in his nature to step in and help, it makes him start to fall behind.
Well. He doesn't entirely believe that helping all these people will hinder him. This is the hero practical exams, there must be something pertaining to rescue. At least there should. He was grasping at straws here so all he could do was hope.
His interruptions continued and he finally got to thirty villain points at a single swipe of his now oil covered blade. He'd have to powerwash his weapon and clothes after this, cutting through wires put a number on them.
A loud bang drew his attention to a block over, eyes moving to look up only to widen. How the hell did UA get this much money.
What he assumed was the zero pointer was towering over the cityscape. Examinees started to run, and he would've retreated as well if it hadn't been for the plea that he barely heard over the stomping feet and shouts.
His head shot behind him, viridian orbs landing on a figure laying on the ground. Without thinking, he moved forwards, stomping his right foot three times to get there faster, the wheels sprouting from the soles of his shoes.
It was difficult getting to whoever called for help, the ground cracked and uneven, making him have to watch his footing carefully and hop over some obstacles.
But he reached them in no time, skidding to a stop and falling to his knees painfully right next to them. His words left his mouth swiftly as he eyed the zero pointer that was closing in.
Brown eyes met his as he spoke, "where are you hurt, can you move at all?" He ignored his nerves, focusing on the brunette who responded.
"My leg is trapped, I can't get myself out" she informed him, voice wavering and brown eyes glistening, threatening the fall of tears.
His eyes travelled to the rubble that trapped her in, grabbing his staff that was set down next to him and retracting the blades. "Okay, you're going to need to drag yourself out and I'm going to push this off"
In a hurried manner, he placed the staff underneath the piece of rubble and made his shoes turn back to normal to put his foot on the staff. From his weight going on the staff, the concrete piece shifted, making him move swiftly to grip it and hold it up.
"Move" he ordered in a stern voice, allowing the female to get out from under the slab and crawl forwards, albeit painfully.
At the zero pointer's booming steps, he grabbed the brunette and picked her up, before sprinting away, leaving his staff behind. If he can, he'll get it after the test is over.
And as Kami didn't hate him for once, a loud buzzing filled the recked cityscape. Relief flew over him in waves and he set the girl down lightly. His viridian gaze landed on her leg, which seemed to be injured, and waved over the nurse that started to do her rounds.
He had to keep himself together at the sight of Recovery Girl. Don't blame him, he'll always be a fan at heart, even if he refuses to show it nowadays. The woman walked over and he left the injured female to her as he walked away to retrieve his staff.
The staff was very close to the foot of the zero pointer, making his heart hurt from possibilities that flew through his head. What ifs repeating on loop before he drowned them out with possible improvements for his support gear.
He picked up his dirty staff, pushing it down into it's small state and attaching it to his belt. A long tired sigh left his pink lips and he moved to leave.
His walk home was unneventful, and thankfully his mother was at work. If she was in the house she would've questioned why he was gone, why he was dirty, way too many questions from her. And if she answered it would turn into fretting.
He didn't want to deal with the woman more than he already has. That'd be too much effort on his part, as his mother only treats him like glass. An easily breakable thing that will fall under too much pressure.
And he's glad he wasn't blind to that anymore.
The week passed in a flash, him keeping up with training and going to work. He took to taking early morning jogs, then napping after he got home from work. Avoiding his mother like the plague, as usual, and leaving at night to observe fights and sometimes intervene.
When the letter was in his hands, mother at work as he locked himself in his room, he was sat on his bed. His heart pounded, bringing unnecessary anxiety that forced his breath to catch in his throat as he opened the letter slowly.
The UA seal fell victim to the knife that he ran underneath it, and a piece of paper slipped out carefully. And he read. ________________
