Connection (Kirishima Eijiro X Reader) ON HIATUS

Chapter One: Hello

Word Count: 4173

"Mirio, you didn't need to come with me..." I whisper to him, looking around as some teachers pointed at us, "It's just the entrance exams."

My brother patted my head a few times. "What? As if I could miss this, Y/N!" He shouts out loudly to me, "You're lucky Mum and Dad didn't come, they would've recorded the whole thing."

I shake my head, shoving my hands into my pockets. He was right, they would've. Thank God the two of them had work.

The entrance exams for UA had me nervous. I never would've guessed I'd be here, but Mirio had told me that he mentioned my name to some teachers. He said he talked about my quirk and my combat, and those teachers said they were looking forward to me.

It was definitely not my forte, going up against different people than Mirio. Ever since he got into UA, he started training at home. I used to watch him, and once he asked if I wanted to join, I was hooked.

I never thought about being a hero until then. It was more like a quick idea before reality settled in. I didn't take it seriously until Mirio asked me what I wanted to do when I was older.

When I said I didn't know, he suggested becoming a hero.

"A hero?" I repeated before looking him up and down.

Sure, it was a dream for Mirio, because he had trained for this his whole life. He didn't just wake up and find out he had muscles and such a passion. Being a hero was something to work hard for.

It was basic combat training for us. Mum told me to be careful. Mirio understood that my quirk was involuntary, so he decided not to use his to even out the odds. It went well, up until Mirio pointed out that I can't keep dodging, I have to fight.

So now, I can throw a punch. And kick. Kind of. But I can slap really hard.

When Mirio introduced his quirk to our combat training, I immediately wanted to give up. He was barely in my line to hit, so he would just swoop by me easily.

I guess it was kind of the same for Mirio, because of my quirk, but I couldn't move as fast as he could. I'd bump into something, trip over and sometimes not even hear the ringing over my heavy breathing.

So here I stood, in front of UA's building.

"You got this, Y/N." Mirio held my shoulders tightly, "You've been ready for this for the past two years."

I nod my head, bidding 'goodbye' to my brother and making my way to the auditorium we needed to be in. Because of the number on the ticket I collected, I had an assigned seat.

I was somewhere in the front rows, setting myself down in the middle of nobody's. I had no idea who any of these people were.

The school I was from was more of an academically-focused school, where many of the students would apply to non-hero high schools. Mirio and I went to different Middle Schools, as I got recommended to my one personally, which is why I didn't meet Tamaki until Mirio came to pick me up after school.

I held my phone in my hands, texting Mirio not to make a big deal about it to our parents. I'd hate to come home, bombarded with questions from them. Just as Mirio was texting back, my phone's screen went black.

I try to turn it on multiple times before groaning, "Ugh, of course my phone would die at this time." I trifle through my bag, seeing if I brought my portable charger. Nope. "Great, only brought the stupid charging chord..."

I wipe my face. I was already stressed about the entrance exam, I didn't need this.

There's a tap on the desk part I was leaning on in front of me. I lift my gaze up to be met with yellow eyes.