#minutes meant to wear a stoat mask

[historixally-accurate]

フォニイ、フォニイ、フォニイ!

[bichlordstories]

3: class 1b

“...We will be seeing you at UA, (L/n)-san!” The white stoat/rat thing said before the projector shut off.

As expected, you passed UA’s exams, coming in at number 1 with 88 villain points and 0 rescue points. You did okay on the written exams, and you were the best one in the physical exam, but what bothered you was the rescue points.

Sure, you showed that you were great in combat, but rescuing people? Apparently not.

You’ll have to do better.

Your mother was thrilled, to say the least. Nervous but proud.

You stopped by the hospital to donate blood, briefly mentioning that you got in, which earned you a bunch of happy nurses, doctors, and patients congratulating you.

All in all, that day was pretty uneventful, and you were content with that. That day, you just quietly went on a walk, pet a few dogs that you met on your stroll, and best of all?

No green haired brat plaguing your thoughts.

It was the calm before the storm. The storm being the first day of UA.

Oh god.

You were admittedly a little nervous, but you were fine otherwise.

Until you weren’t.

In front of a large door with an A on it stood him. The green haired Bitch.

How did he get into UA????

You wanted to beat the kid here and now, but you didn’t wish to be late, so instead you walked his way and purposely bumped into him. He let out grunt in surprise and looked your way, wide-eyed.

“Move it, prick!” You said while continuing down the hallway.

You didn’t look back, but you knew he was staring at you. Either in anger or fear, you didn’t know, nor did you fucking care.

All you could tell yourself to calm your nerves was that you both weren’t in the same class, so you won’t be in the same room with him for the next 3 years.

“1B...” you said to yourself once coming across the classroom you were supposed to be in.

It was another big door with a large B instead of an A. You could hear chattering inside, mostly calm with some loud voices. Taking a slow, deep breathe, you slid the door open, quieting the room a bit. Seeing as you weren’t the teacher, everyone went back to chatting with some eyes lingering on your intimidating form.

A girl with orange hair got up from her chair and walked towards you with a friendly smile that held no malicious intent and waved her hand a bit.

“Hi there! My name is Kendo Itsuba, nice to meet you!” The girl said with a respectful bow.

You gripped your bag tightly for some unknown reason and forced your name out because you had manners.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you looked a bit nervous and want to help you settle in, you know, since you’re new and all?” She tilted her head as if to see if you could understand what she meant.

“We’re all new here, are we not?” You asked in a more rhetorical way.

She blinked at you in surprise, trying to process your bluntness.

“Ah, well, I mean everyone else is well acquainted with each other and you just seem-“

“Lonely? I’m sorry, but I’m not here because I felt lonely, I’m here because I’m going to become a hero. You can keep your friendship to yourself.” You stated bluntly and walked over to an empty seat in the back.

“Oi! What’s the hell is up with you punk!? She was just being nice!” A guy with what you assumed was some sort of crazy eye-lash/mask mix yelled at you.

You ignored him, simply sitting down in your desk and staring forward. The guy, not liking your silence, walked over to your desk and slammed his hands down, catching everybody else’s attention.

“TetsuTetsu-san, please don’t-“ Kendo started but was interrupted by the silver haired kid.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you- AYE!!!! Do you think you’re better than me!?” He yelled in your face, spit flying.

Now this pissed you off, so you reacted.

You grabbed the guy’s index finger and pulled it really far back, earning a high pitched shriek from the guy. You grabbed his wrist once it lifted off the desk and held it in place while holding his finger back in an uncomfortable and threatening position. He fell to his knees, whimpering quietly and grabbing onto your arm with his free hand helplessly.

You leaned into his face, breathe tickling his nose and spoke in an eerily calm voice, eyes soulless and locked onto his own.

“I am not here to make friends nor enemies, but if you start something with me, I will end it. Am I understood?” You said.

When he didn’t respond, you pushed his finger back, earning a groan and a whine.

“Y-yes, yes! Please!” He almost cried out before you released, letting him drop onto the floor.

“T-TetsuTetsu!” Kendo said and rushed over to help him up along with two other kids.

One of them, a brown haired kid, muttered something to the effect of ‘psycho bastard’ to which he earned a side glance from you. The other one was a completely black kid, like, vantablack with white hair who elbowed the guy in the side to shut him up.

The guy, TetsuTetsu, didn’t take any of their help, opting to get up and speed walk away with his head down. Every single student in the classroom avoided eye contact with you after that and left you alone until the teacher came in.

It was a large man, I mean, large as in Endeavour large. The man wore a rather tasteless skin tight suit, which gave you the indication that he was a super hero. He stood behind the desk at the front and placed a hand onto the desk, seeming to glare into the souls of everyone.

“I am Sekijiro Kan, your homeroom teacher for this year.” He said in a gruff but calm voice before turning towards the door of the room.

“You all can leave your stuff here for the orientation, it won’t take an hour.” He said.

The rest was mostly unimportant Bs to you. It was just some sort of welcoming ceremony, something that took up 30 important minutes of your first year of UA.

Luckily, to make up for sitting and doing nothing, your teacher had you all go out to do a quirk apprehension test after lunch that day.

“(L/n)-san, you’re up.” He said, resetting the timer.

Before you walked toward the man, Kendo gave you a thumbs up and smiled brightly, acting as though you two were acquaintances.

“Good luck, (L/n)-san!” She said.

You side glanced her, wondering just what the hell she wanted from you before grunting in response.

You stood on the line where you seemingly would race some hairy kid that looked like a werewolf if anything. When Sekijiro told you both to start, he wasn’t exactly expecting a large sandy dust cloud to explode and engulf the both of you, er, well, Shishiba.

At the end of the line stood you, veins and muscles popping out more than usual. The whites of your eyes were red, as though all the veins burst inside your eyes, leaving just your strikingly (e/c) irises to stand out.

Blood trailed down your nose and you wiped it away, awaiting your results.

“0.5 seconds.” Sekijiro stated, hiding the fact that he was impressed.

“Eeeeeh!?” The class yelled out.

“That- that was too fast!”

“Is their quirk super speed!?”

“Their eyes! Why are they all red all of the sudden!?”

They would soon realize that you weren’t just fast...

You beat everyone in just about every test, making some of them question their own worth as a hero. The kid, Tetsutetsu look as though he could piss himself any minute just watching you crush the machine to death with just your left hand.

It didn’t help that you were covered in crimson, soaking your blue UA PE uniform in your own blood.

‘Damn it, this is definitely gonna stain.’ You thought in irritation and breathed in, only to cough out some liquid in surprise.

You realized that you couldn’t breathe right, your lungs were heavier than normal, and every breathe you tried to take, it felt as though there was water gurgling inside of your chest.

Instead of panicking from being unable to breathe properly, you simply got on your hands and pushed your bottom half off the ground, placing you into a hand stand. You closed your mouth, feeling metallic liquid gush down into your mouth due to gravity. While you did this, everyone around you stared at your odd display.

Vlad, although was impressed by your handstand, was confused as to why you were doing such a thing until you opened your mouth.

A waterfall of blood rushed out of your mouth and onto the ground below, forming a small puddle beneath you. After the last of the blood left your lungs, you slammed your legs back down, putting you in a bear crawl position and then got up.

You spat blood to your side and rubbed your bloody nose to relieve an itch while your classmates stood there, stunned, horrified, and disgusted.

Vlad almost went slack jawed before you looked over to him.

“I apologize, I had too much blood in my lungs.” You stated while brushing the sand off of your hands onto your blood soaked jeans.

“Heh!?” The class yelled once more.

At the end of apprehension test, you were placed at number 1, unsurprisingly. You wanted nothing more than to shower the sticky layers of blood off of you, and nobody stopped you.

That didn’t stop the class from talking about you however.

“Did you see what that kid did??? They are totally fucking metal!” A guy with his teeth showing, Honenuki, exclaimed to his new friend group.

“Yeah, too bad they got a shitty attitude to match.” The vantablack kid, Kuroiro said.

“You think they’re a tsundere?” A kid with a speech bubble for a head said.

“Tsundere??? Like as in an asshole that’s secretly a blushy school girl on the inside?” A blonde, Monoma, butted in.

The group began chuckling at the thought of you blushing and squealing “Baka!” While wearing some girly clothing.

“Guys.” Shiozaki said with her arms crossed.

They turned to the plant girl with eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, Shiozaki-Chan?” Honenuki asked.

“They’re sitting right behind you.” She said simply.

She was right. You were sitting right behind them in your spot, staring right at them with an unreadable expression, hands held together and elbows on the table.

Needless to say, the small group shut up for the rest of the day.