#ugh man i need more podiums for him in the last 8 races

[russellius]

i'm sensing a theme in monza...

[atxlxs]

Beyond The Veil: Chapter 4

The first day of UA high was vaguely threatening. Nedzu was a character that has been looking for an in to the veil for years. Everyone knew about it and everyone was betting on when someone would slip up and let him in. Now Muska had to be the reason Nedzu got in. Great.

The rest of the witches won’t let her escape unscathed. She’ll be hearing about this for years.

It didn’t help that Eras hadn’t stopped cackling since she woke up.

“Cackle one more time and I tell Nedzu that you're an old woman who is older than me and therefore has more knowledge and someone very important in the veil.”

It was an empty threat, Muska wouldn’t tell anyone about Eras’s titles and race. Not even under torture. Eras knew this. It still worked like a charm to shut her up though.

“Want me to take you or do you want to ride the train yourself?” Eras asked, passing a thermos to her.

Coffee, the sweet nectar of the gods, forged for our benefit.

“I’ll be fine on my own this time. Don’t want to be caught outside UA while Nedzu’s looking into the veil.”

“True, I’ll still be in town today though. A cat cafe I purchased a few years ago got a new batch of rescues and I wanna meet them.” Eras said, giving Tibbles a scratch under the chin eliciting a purr.

It sounded suspiciously like [Ah yes, favorite servant gives good scratches].

Ignoring her familiar, Muska nodded to Eras as she adjusted the skirt of her uniform (Ugh). She had emailed the rat-man last night that she would be willing to attend a meeting after school if time permits it. The rat had responded that despite there being a staff meeting that day, Muska could come and join it. Since Muska was given permission, she’s gonna crash it.

“See you later bestie,” Muska called out, as she left through the door, backpack in hand.

“Bye bestie!” came a shout back and yea, Nedzu might feel like a vague threat, but at least she could squash the rat like a bug. Who knows, she might just get along with him.

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UA was a fucking maze and it’s the rat’s fault.

Muska was so close to just setting Tibbles loose on the principal. Even if that would give her a murder charge. As far as she’s concerned, she has a sugar mommy fully capable of paying bail. Fortunately for the rat, Muska found the 1-A labels door within the next 10 minutes. Sliding it open, She found Blue- annoyingly- giving another etiquette lecture to a very angry blondie. At least she would have some form of eye candy.

“So I guess it wasn’t the exam stress that twisted your panties. You're just built like that.” Muska said as she walked into the room. Blondie, surprisingly, snickered at her words. They then proceeded to look confused as to why. As if Muska was anything less than hilarious.

“Y-You!” The now called robocop boy stammered.

“Me.” Muska deadpanned. Moving her gaze to the board, she caught sight of her seat and thanked the forest that she was placed in the back, well not fully in the back. She was behind Greenie and in front of Yayo-Yaoyorozu? Yoyo. The girl will be dubbed Yoyo until future notice. She moved down the aisle and placed her bag on the desk hook, sliding into her seat and resting her head on her hand.

“How dare you! It is inappropriate to be so rude and mean to your fellow classmates! UA is a-” Muska cut him off with a glare.

“A school for teens. If you're so black and white that you can’t seem to relax then you should probably leave considering the world isn’t black and white. It's grey, and you’ll break one day if you can’t bend Robocop.” Muska stated, curtly. Damn this boy was annoying in the worst of ways. Midoriya turned around in his seat to give a smile and a small hello, despite his shaking frame that betrayed his somewhat confident introduction.

Not letting her frown at that show, Muska nodded and gave a hello back. As well as a wink to make him blush. It works and she wants entertainment. Eras would always quip back to their mock flirting. This could be just as fun if it always gets that much red on greenie, making him a strawberry.

Though blondie, looking up at the board revealed his name to be Bakugo Katsuki which- really? Why are the names so on point?- , was more of her type. Speaking of, Turning her attention towards the spikey blond hair, like a Pomeranian she idly noted, she found a piercing red gaze already directed towards her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that as a witch she could tell he wasn't one of them, she would’ve assumed some regular vampires had an influence in his genes.

Tilting her head, she let a smirk and raised eyebrow do the talking and watched with amusement as the boy scowled. Cocking his head he glared harshly and his eyes held a determined glow, practically speaking the thoughts “wanna go?” which was returned with “You fuckin bet.”

Before they could act on that declaration, Muska felt an energy shift and broke her eyes away first. Turning to the door, she saw the energy sluggishly inch forwards like a caterpillar. Quietly she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop the laugh that wanted to break free. Taking a few calming breaths, Muska shifted slightly to pay attention as the caterpillar revealed itself to Gravity Girl who had just made it in the door and was chatting with greenie which- when did he get up?

(Around the time he saw Muska and Bakugo glaring at each other, he wasn’t going to be caught between them. He might have self sacrificial tendencies but he had some form of self preservation-)

The caterpillar, who shed his sleeping bag to reveal a scruffy man who definitely needed some sleep, spoke up with a disappointed glare. Face a mask of indifference as he said,

“It took all of you 8 minutes to notice me, sans Viridis and by extension Bakugo, not fast enough. You’ll need to work on your spatial awareness if you want to become Heroes in the future.”

The man walked to his podium as Midoriya and Uraraka scrambled until they were seated. He reached behind it and took out a box and placed it on a students desk who was huge and had 6 arms.

“My name's Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher for 1-A. Take these and put them on, meeting me in the training area.” A booklet was also placed on the desk and Muska assumed that it was the map booklet.

With that, he left.

Muska got up and walked briskly over to the box and snatched her uniform and opened the booklet quickly to find a red marked line of directions on a map. Nodding to herself, she left. Leaving the booklet for others, one picture heavier, Muska walked out of the room with her phone open and a gym uniform. All before the rest of the class reacted.

She was almost to the first turn when she heard the classroom door open and close with a slam and stomping feet. A quick glance told her that Bakugo had been the first to react. Turning back around, Muska made sure to be at the locker room and out within the 10 minutes given.

Remarkably, she managed just fine and was out of the locker room as others were just filing in and walked onto the field where her new homeroom teacher stood ominously. She could tell he was trying to stay neutral with a hint of intimidation but with years of dealing with Eras, Muska couldn’t find it in her to be scared. Really, they should meet each other, they’d probably enjoy each other's companionship.

A raised eyebrow in her direction asked the silent question and Muska huffed.

“They didn’t start moving until I was already down the hallway. They were filing in the locker room when I left.” She stated, amused.

Aizawa-sensei, god she felt like an anime wanna be weeb, just gave her a curt nod and went back to being entirely expressionless.

It was 3 minutes after the 10 minute allotted time when everyone made it onto the field and Aizawa lost his mask of indifference as he scowled. With a glare, he returned to lecture mode.

“Next time keep it within the time limit,” he stated, harshly, before continuing, “Today we’ll be having a physical assessment with quirks allowed.”

As expected by such an admittance, chaos reigned down on the class as everyone shouted questions. God, does Japan not do raised hands or somethin? Judging by the angry, quirked glare they got, which Muska noted cut off her connection to her quirk, they did do said raised hand trick.

“Quiet.”

Instantly, a suffocating hush covered the class. Seeing as Gravity Girls' question was the most offended sounding (something about orientation which Muska would happily skip with permission any day), along with the help of Robocop, their teacher addressed that first.

“UA offers teachers freedom to teach their classes however they want. This includes approval to skip unneeded ceremonies such as orientation. Question my authority again and I’ll expel you.”

After he blinked, floating hair and red eyes returned to normal. His gaze swept across the students and they landed on someone. He halfway ducked his head into his scarf thing and Muska could have sworn she saw a smirk.

“Bakugo,” He started, gaze burning holes into the student in question, “How far was your ball thrown in middle school?” The sentence was a question, but the deadpan and toneless delivery made it sound like a statement.

“67 meters.” Bakugo answered, sounding slightly irritated but obviously not wanting to test the teacher with being rebellious.

“Alright, take this ball and throw it, however I want you to use your quirk this time. Anything goes as long as you stay in the circle.” Aizawa stated simply, tossing the ball in Bakugo’s direction who caught it with ease.

A feral grin stretched onto Bakugo’s features as he stepped into the circle. Before he threw it though, he tilted his head in Muska’s direction and narrowed his eyes for a fraction of a second, before stretching his arm out. Oh he was challenging her.

Next thing he did was rear back and shout a loud “DIE!” before an explosion followed, propelling the ball forwards and into the distance. A beep sounded on the device Aizawa had fished out of somewhere.

“Here at UA we test your limits in going beyond, that's why we have these assessments. It’s only logical to get a base for where you are before we begin training.”

The class erupted in excited chatter. Words like “cool!” and “Fun” were tossed around as one student in particular called out about how “this would be so much fun!” Muska, however, has an energy quirk that also helps her witch abilities. Combine the two and she’s able to get a read on what people are thinking or feeling. The dark aura coming from Aizawa promised anything but fun.

“Fun? This sounds like fun to you? Fine, if you won’t take this seriously as the hero students in training you're supposed to be, then I’ll just have to make it serious. The points you get from the tests will be tallied at the end of the assessment. The person in last will be expelled.”

Aizawa’s cold gaze sent shivers up some of the students' spines. Outcries of unfairness were startled out of the students under their unforgiving teachers gaze. The man’s eye twitched in irritation. Muska could understand why though. Life was never fair. Eras’s past and their own made sure they understood that.

“Unfair? Life is unfair. Natural disasters are unfair. Villains are unfair. Life won’t give you fairness and you shouldn’t expect it. Your training to become heroes, if you can convince me you deserve to be, you're going to be going against the unfair. Now, Tokoyami, You're up.”

She was so going to rub that blondie's face into the dirt.

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