triple threat - (BNHA Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Hi guys! So I just want to start off by saying, I know these last couple of chapters had major time skips or whatever. I just did it that way so we could get to U.A a little faster! In fact, in this chapter, they will be in the entrance exam. AND. I just realized that I really don't know the plot or dialogue of MHA, so I will have to watch the show again, lol. But don't worry, I can always re-watch it!

Side note: Since the girls are in Japan now, they will be speaking Japanese the majority of the time. If anything inside of quotation marks is bold, they will be speaking English.

 Ex: "Hello everyone!" (English)

Ex: "Hello everyone!" (Japanese)

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Raven's POV

We have been in Japan for about 3 weeks now, tomorrow is the day of the entrance exam so the girls and I just decided to take a break from our training and relax. While on my walk, I saw a boy with green hair dragging a bookshelf to the parking lot next to the beach. That looks heavy. I thought to myself. I walk up to him and tap his shoulder. "Hello, do you need help?" The boy flinched and quickly turned to look at me. He stared at me in shock before violently shaking his head. "N-no! T-this is part of m-my training!" I look at the bookshelf and the giant pile of trash behind it. "So removing the trash from the beach is training? Why?" He let's go of the shelf before sitting on the sand. I follow suit and sit next to him. "I am training for the entrance exam at U.A tomorrow! I am going to become the number 1 hero!" I smile and pat his back. "Good for you! I believe you can do it!" He smiles and goes to fist pump the air but winces in pain and grabs his shoulder. "Yea- ow!" I look at him in concern. "Are you sure you don't need any help? I could make this job a little easier for you." He shakes his head and stands up, still holding his shoulder. "I'll be fine, this is all apart of training." He extends his hand and helps me up. "And besides, I don't want to use you to make my job easier. T-that's like cheating!" I roll my eyes and scoff. "Ok, whatever you say. Can I at least help you with your shoulder?" 

He nods his head and extends his arm to me. "Can you take off your shirt for me please?" He looks at me in shock before taking a couple of steps back. "I'm not gonna do anything bad! You scared of a girl touching you or something?" His cheeks and ears turn a bright red. "I-it's not like that! It's j-just the only female that has seen me without a shirt on is my mom! And we were at the doctor!" I roll my eyes and cover them with my right hand while lifting up my left hand in front of me. "Ok fine, I won't look. Just take off your shirt and align your injured shoulder under my hand." I hear him removing his shirt while the strong smell of salt water enters my nostrils. I feel him walk up to me and place my hand on his shoulder. "Ow!" He yelps and flinches. "Dude, I didn't even do anything yet! Why are you saying ow?" He chuckles lightly. "Sorry, It's just your nails are sharp." (Side note: She has on acrylics. They are black and stiletto shaped, so they are sharp.) 

"Sorry, I'll be careful. Don't move." I place my hand on his shoulder and feel around until I can sense the point of irritation. "What is your name?" "I-Izuku Midoriya!" "Ok Midoriya. When I start, you're going to feel a sting in your shoulder. So don't. Move." I feel him slowly nod his head. I activate my quirk and start slowly moving parts of his muscle before moving it back. I feel him flinch and fidget every once in a while. I let out a sign. "Midoriya. I would hate to have to paralyze you to get this done. But if you keep moving like that, I might accidentally take your arm off. So stop. Fucking. Moving." He instantly freezes in his spot and lets me finish. Once I finish, I take my hand off of his shoulder and turn around so he can put his shirt on. "O-ok you can turn a-around now." I turn around and see him moving his shoulder in disbelief. "H-how did you do that?!" I laugh and pat his head. "I just used my quirk. My quirk is-" I was cut off by my phone ringing. "Give me one second." I look at the contact name and answer the phone.