PowerfullGamerGirl

. . .   "Deku... What is the meaning of this... Hey!" Small explosions came from the blonde's hands as he suddenly rushed toward Midoriya. "Tell me what's going on, Deku, you bastard!" You gasp, freezing.   Aizawa-Sensei's scarfs surged forward, constraining Bakugou from getting closer to the green-haired boy. "Jeez... Stop making me use my quirk so much... I have dry eye." His cloths let Bakugou go, going back around his neck like a scarf. He turned away, "We're wasting time. Whoever is next, get ready."   You watched, wide-eyed, as Midoriya scuttled around Bakugou, running back to where the class was standing.   The rest of the test

. . .   "A Quirk Apprehension Test?!"   Round face, the girl that called out Midoriya as 'the plain one', cried out, "But what about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?!"   Aizawa-Sensei had his back to us when he responded with, "If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That's also how the teachers run their classes." He turned so he was half-facing us.   "You guys have been doing this since Junior High, correct? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirks. The country still uses averages taken from res

. . . April Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-   You slam your hand onto the alarm clock, groaning as you sat up. Sunlight filtered in through the open curtains. You stretch, getting up and doing what you needed to do to get ready. After doing your soon-to-be morning ritual, you go back to your room and open your closet.   There it was-- your new school uniform. You smile, pride filling your veins. You pull it off the hook and slip it on after changing out of your pajamas. You walk out of your room as you finish buttoning up the undershirt, and pull on the jacket-thing. You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulders.   You say farewell to your

. . .   When you told your mother of your admission into U.A., she squealed and celebrated with you, the two of you hugging in the middle of the living room. She congratulated you and went to make dinner. You helped her make the (favorite food), whipping up some cupcakes on the side too.   While the chocolate cupcakes were baking, you and your mom ate while she looked over the paperwork that was sent in the letter. After the whole 'celebratory dinner', you went to bed, reading until you fell asleep, the book still in your hands.   The next morning, when you woke up, you ate some toast and a banana before leaving a note for your mom tell