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[mimzalot]

✨️ HAPPY NEW YEAR ✨️

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You  ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary: You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 3,714

Warnings: Angst - Smut-ish - Abusive Ex Mentions

A/N: Hola!!!! I am obsessed with On My Block and of course with papi chulo Oscar ‘Spooky’ Díaz! I’ve spent last week thinking on what to write and finaaally, this came out. I am so happy how this turned out and it’s my first time writing Oscar.

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

I really hope you guys like it as much as I do. ❤

The sounds of sirens roamed the air as you woke up for your first official day as a high school teacher in Freeridge. A sigh escaped your lips as you laid in bed. After all these years you were back in the city that made you who you were and made you want more than what you had. Yet you were back in the same block you thought you’d only visit on holidays. Pushing the thoughts away, you prep yourself for the day and head to the school. 

Everything looked, sounded and even smelled the same as it did six years ago. The streets were the same, the tags on the allies and walls were the same. Walking to the school gave you deja-vu vibes, bringing you back to your own high school days. 

“No puede ser,” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the peculiar gruff voice. You were so into your own thoughts that you didn’t notice which house you were walking by. Slowly you looked to your left and saw him, Oscar Diaz alias Spooky. 

It was like your body turned into the body of a teenage girl, your knees slowly getting weak and your heart rate starting to rise. Yet you didn’t show him that, you wore your unbothered mask. Not showing him that just by listening to his voice, made your heart beat so fast. Turning to your right, your eyes found him, sitting widely and without a care in the world on the old couch that was in his front yard. 

Years have passed by and that damn old couch is still there… You thought standing front of his yard. He took a long drag of his joint before slowly standing up from the coach. You breathed in heavily watching him walk towards you with his unique cholo flow. His hands were formed into tight fists and he walked slowly with his shoulders puffed and tight.

Oscar stood a couple steps away from you, “What are you doing in these streets? Looking like a high ass student.” 

“You don’t see me in how many years and that’s your first thought?” 

He glanced to the side and chuckled, “That wasn’t my first thought,” Looking back at you, “It was ‘she looks like a fine ass hyna’ pero no lo dije porque esa ropa threw me off.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “It's called casual professional.”

“Whatever,” he said. You two stayed quiet looking at each other, he looked you up and down, clenching his jaw. “No contestaste la pregunta. ¿Que haces en mis calles?”

You scoffed, “Your streets?”

He nodded once as his expression was serious and his eyes were clouded with what it seemed like rage. You recognized the physical aspects of him, maybe a couple tattoos more like the tear on his cheek but it was like you didn’t know the person looking back at you. “Answer me.”

“I’m back,” you told him and his eyebrow rose for a second. It was the first time you’ve said it outloud. “Got a job at the high school.” 

Instantly he laughed out loud in a high pitched mocking one.“¿Maestra? That’s why you're back?” 

You nodded, re-adjusting your bag, “Among other things but yeah.” 

He formed a small flat smile yet didn’t say a thing. 

A teenage boy walked out of the house, he looked like a small version of Spooky. It didn’t take you long to recognize him. 

“Cesar,” you said with a smile.

He gave you a weird look, obviously not recognizing you. 

“Hey…” he stood next to his brother, “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, you just don’t remember me,” you told him with a small smirk. “I’ve met you since you were this little.” You motion his short kid height with your hand.

“This is Y/N,” Oscar told his brother.

“How do you guys know each other?’

Your eyes met his, “We went to school together.”

“I’ve never seen you around here,” Cesar said - his eyes were still confused. 

“I moved right after high school, now I’m back,” you eyes looked at Oscar for a second and then went back to his brother. “Are you going to school?” Cesar nodded. “Cool, I’ll probably see you in class.” 

Cesar frowned his eyebrows, “You’re a teacher?” 

You nodded and looked back at Oscar, “Te veo, fool.” 

As you walked away from him, you heard Cesar asking how could his brother let a woman call him a fool. The grunt escaping Oscar’s inside made you smirk. 

“Don’t ask and get in the car,” was the last thing you heard Oscar say. 

Oscar drove slowly besides you. 

“Y/N,” he said, “need a ride?” 

You looked down at him, “I’m fine.” 

“Ándale,” he was about to persuade you.

“Te dije que estoy bien,” you told him, “siguelo.” 

He observed you with squinted eyes, “Vale, te veo fool.”

You smirked and continued with your path. As you approached the school area, the more you could see teenagers in the surroundings. Everyone was with their individual cliques and even gangs. After going through security and checking in with the office, you went to your classroom and opened it for the students. Slowly a couple of them began to come in and with those, you recognized César with what seemed his group of friends. 

“Good morning,” you spoke in front of the class. “I’m Y/N Flores D. and I’m your new History teacher.”

The class went relatively smooth and everyone cooperated. You stood in the door as your students walked out.

“Heeeeey hermanaaaaa,” your little sister shouted in the hall.

You chuckled watching her do a little dance.

“Sister?” Ruben looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and disbelief.

Jasmine and you glanced at Ruben.

“Everybodyyyy this is my older sister Y/N! She just came back from New York after-“ 

“Alright Jasmine,” you stopped her from telling everybody your backstory. “We are sisters, can’t wait to get to know you guys.”

Everyone smiled awkwardly before they began to walk away. You grabbed Jasmine’s hand and pulled her into the classroom.

“Sis, I really need you to shut it about me coming back to Freeridge,” you told her. “I don’t want anyone up in my business. La gente es bien chismosa.” 

“Ellos son mis amigos, sis,” Jasmine said. 

You sighed harshly, “Well one of your friends is the little brother of Oscar.”

“You mean Spooky?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t call him that,” you told her. “Anyways, just keep it to yourself. Got it?”

Jasmine nodded, “I got you, sis.” She was about to walk away when she turned, “What’s up with you and Spooky? Why don't you want my friends or him to know why you’re back? It’s not that big of a deal.”

Your sister knew part of the reasons why you were back. Hell she was one of those reasons. She knew what she needed to know but everything else was too hard to talk about.

“It’s a long story, Jas. I buried that shit a long time ago. It’s the past,” you kissed her forehead. “Ahora ve que tengo que prepararme para la otra clase.”

Jasmine knew there was so much you didn’t share and you knew she could find out about everything if she put her mind into it yet she respected your decisions. She smiled and winked before disappearing between all the students. The rest of the day was smoothly, putting aside all the kids that acted superior or just were assholes. 

/ / / / 

You stayed later at school making sure you had everything ready for tomorrow’s classes. The block was oddly silent, not a soul in their porches. Back in the day, by this hour at night there were usual viejitos in their porches talking about their days or their grandsons. Maybe things have changed. You could still listen to las abuelitas in their kitchen and kids playing in their living rooms as you stroll by the humble and colorful houses. Walking back home got you even more exhausted, soon you really needed to get a car. The sound of someone stepping on a branch woke suspiciousness and the feel of someone watching you. Subtly you looked over your shoulder, catching a guy wearing green sneaking into an ally.

The scary feeling of walking by yourself never really left you. You’ve lived in sketchy and semi sketchy hoods all your life. Messed up thing was that you had to learn how to protect yourself. Your heart was beating so fast you could feel it through your chest. You picked up the pace and looked over your shoulder one more time, seeing him again only this time he wasn’t trying to be subtle. 

You looked around and noticed you were in a Santo street but there were none of them in sight. Breathing heavily you put your hands inside your pockets, grabbing something from the inside of it. 

How could that prophet be stupid enough to be around these streets?

Turning around you pulled the taser from your pocket and pressed it on. 

“Come on, cabron!” you shouted, hiding your fear with a tough expression. 

The prophet eyes got wide open when he saw the light from the taser. 

You were about to shout another piece of your mind when a gunshot filled the air. Your body instantly froze last time you heard a gunshot was when you left Freeridge.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STREETS!” Oscar’s voice was full of rage.

The prophet looked at you one last time before running for the hills.

You put the taser inside your pocket and looked up at Oscar. He was already looking at you with a worrisome expression in his face. He clenched his jaw glaring at the empty sides of the street. All you could do was watch him inspect the street with his dull eyes. You were still in shock from what just happened. 

Letting a deep breath out, you thanked him. Oscar didn’t say a word but nodded and looked around one more time before locking his eyes with yours. Noticing how fucking nervous you were. 

“Hey,” he spoke with a soft tone. “Let me take you home.”

If the circumstances were different your answer would have been a straight up no but deep down the fear of crossing with the same prophet made you say yes. Oscar opened the door of his passenger seat, watching you walk by him and get inside his beautiful red Impala.

“You’re staying at your old place?” He asked and you nodded. 

The drive was quiet and quick, given the fact that your house wasn’t far from the spot. He parked the car and the thought of just saying thank you and walking out of that car crossed your mind. Yet you couldn’t just say that and walk away. You looked at him and like always he was already looking at you. 

“I’m staying in the back,” you spoke. “I don’t wanna worry Jasmine.” 

Oscar clenched his jaw, “Want me to walk you to your door?”

“Only if you want to,” you said. 

The two got off the car in silence and walked through the back. You heard Jasmine talking in her room as you walked by her window. The door of the small studio in your backyard cracked when you opened it. Strolling inside you looked over your shoulder to see Oscar waiting in the front entrance. He stood there with both hands inside his pockets, the black flannel flowing with the breeze. 

“You gonna stay there or come in?”

He entered slowly unsure of what he was doing, glancing down he noticed all the open and unopened boxes laying on the floor. He wanted to ask when did you come back and why but instead he watched you put your bag on the chair of the small dining set placed to the corner of the studio right next to the kitchen. Then he looked at your messy bed, he couldn’t hide the small smirk reminiscing how you never used to make your bed years ago. 

You took off your shoes and put them next to your old dresser and noticed how Oscar was roaming your place with his eyes. Biting your lower lip you cleared your throat to gain his attention. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” Your voice was soft. 

“Got Corona?” He asked, standing next to your small dining set. 

You smirked opening the fridge and taking two Coronas from it. “Te puedes sentar, you won’t get any taller.” You told him as you opened the beers and sliced fresh lemons to squeeze inside. He chuckled lowly and took a seat.

Placing the beer in front of him, you sat down in front of him. “Why so quiet?” 

He pouted glancing to his left side not knowing if he should ask the million questions he had inside his head. You sighed harshly, getting impatient with the awkward silence. 

“Why are you back, Y/N? After 6 years?” Oscar looked into your eyes. 

You took a big sip of your beer, trying to gulp down the nerves. If you told him the real reason for being back, everything would escalate to a level not even God would pull it down. 

“Jasmine,” you half lied. 

“Your sister is kind of crazy,” he said with a small smile, “not offense.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know - she’s something else… Our mom left her and she’s been taking care of my dad all by herself. I couldn’t let my little sister go through all that alone.”

“I heard about your mom,” he swallowed, “I’m sorry she’s back on that shit.”

Your look went down to the corona, feeling the sadness of the whole situation. “Jasmine hid it from me for a whole summer.” You looked back at him, “I-,” you sighed feeling how the lump in your throat got tighter, “I don’t know how she held it down for two whole months.” 

“She might be crazy but she’s strong as hell,” he said. 

You felt proud of your little sister, Oscar was right she was so strong even more than you.

“Why did she hide it from you?” Oscar leaned forward, his focus completely on you. 

Licking your lower lip, you took a deep breath in, searching for the right answer. You didn’t want to tell him but for fucks sake it was Oscar. The man that years ago you could tell everything. He was the person you went to when your life was falling down. Without looking him in the eye, you began to reply with eyes on the corona wrapped by your shaky hands. “She didn’t want to ruin what I had in New York.”

“What you had in NYC? ” He said. 

You were still looking at the beer but you could feel his eyes on you. “I-,” once again you paused to think of your answer. “I had a good job, really loved teaching to the kids,” the corner of your mouth lifted thinking of how much you missed your students. “My apartment was okay-,” 

“How was the gringo?” he cut you off. 

“What?” You cocked an eyebrow.

He leaned backwards, “Te fuiste a NYC para hacer una vida perfecta. ¿No me digas que de una no encontraste al gringo perfecto?” Oscar's tone had some anger in it as his eyes but more than anger was resentment. “Did you find him?”

“I did,” your reply was blunt and hurtful for him.

Oscar’s head roamed as he glanced in the studio before leaning in with frowned brows. “Where is he?” 

You stood up and drank a big sip of the beer. Needing to feel some distance between you and Oscar, you sat on top of your counter. “He wasn’t the charming prince I thought he was.” You had another big sip. “He ended up being a fucking phsycopath.”

Oscar stood up, having a sip of his beer. “Did he do anything to you?” The thought of a man laying a hand on you or hurting you in any way made his blood boil. He continued to get closer to you. 

“He did…” you confessed, “Let’s just say it was a rough two years.”

Suddenly Oscar’s rage features turned soft, knowing that you got hurt, hurted him in so many ways. He placed the beer on the counter, looking you get smaller and look down. 

“Hey,” he touched your cheek tenderly. His touch was so warm and it felt so good, you missed having him so close to your body. He was so close you could listen to his steady breathing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You gazed at him, finally being close enough to see his beautiful brown eyes up close again. His eyelashes were so long, a smile grew on your face reminiscing how you used to be so jealous of that. Slowly you caressed his left cheek, caressing his teardrop tattoo. This new tattoo had so much meaning behind it. Things between both of you have changed but being this close to him felt like home. Oscar shuddered at your soft touch. God it’s been so long. So long that you didn’t realize he could still make you feel this way. 

He was standing between your legs, all this time you’ve been observing how stronger he looked but having him this up close changed the perspective. Your heart began to beat faster as he got closer to you even when there was no more space in between.

Your eyes were on his plumped lips for a second, catching how he licked his lower lip and you mimicked the act. His stare was on your lips and his strong big hands on your thighs, pressing into your body. 

Suddenly you didn’t feel the six years that had passed by. In that moment you felt like the teenager that was in love with Oscar. The teenager that would sneak out of her house to see him. 

His lips weren’t kissing you but you wanted it so badly and waited for it urgently. Oscar hand traveled from your thighs to your lower back, gripping softly. He let out a hard and warm breath. 

Letting your heart rule over your head, you pressed your lips against his and if felt like sparks were lit on fire inside you. Oscar continued to kiss you, giving up and doing what he’s been thinking about since the minute he saw you walking down his street. The kiss was long and slow, you took your time to taste his lips. Butterflies you thought were dead and buried began to surfer out the longer you were lost on his lips. Your hands traveled from his chest to the bottom of his flannel, slowly you began to undo the buttons of the shirt. He stopped kissing you for a second, looking down at what your hands were doing. 

Oscar’s eyes went back to yours, watching you catching your breath. “Are you sure?” 

The button of his neck was undone leaving a spot of skin which you pressed a kiss there. You continued leaving a trail of kisses from his neck, traveling to his cross tattoo, and finally meeting his lips. This was the consent he needed to continue what the two were thinking. Your fingers proceed to undo the next buttons until there is none left. He never stopped kissing you as he took his flannel off, he was wearing a black tank that also came off his body. 

He took off the buttons of your white blouse in no time leaving you with only your bra. Moans escaped your lips with every kiss Oscar left on your neck, chest and collar bone. You were giving in the extasis of the moment and you couldn’t wait to travel the galaxy tonight. 

“Hey sis are you ho- HOLY SHIT!” Jasmine screamed. Oscar spooked turned around, her eyes widened as she seemed a ghost. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

“JASMINE!” You shouted, “Get the fuck out!”

She pumped in her inhaling to control the possibly asthma attack this was going to give and ran out of your place.

You rested your head against the wall, watching Oscar looking at your sister run inside her room. He turned to look at you, his eyes dissapeared when he grinned. The two started laughing so hard that your stomach began to hurt. 

The comedic moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. You stayed on the counter watching him pick up. “Que paso compa?” he said to the person on the other side of the line. Oscar’s eyebrows frowned transforming his expression into a serious one. “I’m on my way,” he said before hanging up. 

“Gotta take care of business,” he told you. 

You nodded in understanding, “It ain’t easy being king.” 

He scoffed, shooting you a killer grin, “De veras que no.” He put on his black tank and walked to the door. 

“Oscar,” you called and he turned, “Gracias por lo de hoy. I don’t know what would happen if you didn’t show up.” 

The corner of his lips curved up, “I did nothin’ you already had it handled, mama.” He said before turning completely. “Nos vemos fool,” he almost whispered and that made you smile. 

Your smile didn’t vanish as you took in how good he looked walking away. 

Running your fingers through your long locks you let out a loud sigh, processing what had happened a couple minutes ago. You laughed at yourself thinking how it only took less than seventy two hours of being back to Freeridge and you already were getting involved with Oscar. 

“No vas volver con el Oscar,” you mocked yourself at the pep talk you told yourself on the plane back home. Getting off the counter, you shook your head to the sides. “Eres una pinche pendeja.” 

PART TWO 

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[rainywritingsx]

Torn • BNHA X OC • Chapter 5

All previous chapters can be found on my masterlist which is here!

Hi. Does anyone remember this fanfic? Lolol it’s been a whileee since I updated it, but here I am ^^. I’m gonna try to post chapters of torn more frequently in the future. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! I was also thinking of maybe making a tag list for this fan fiction if anyone is interested in that? It might be easier to find my fic that way but idk. Let me know what you think ^^. Anywayyy, onto the story now!

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When finally everyone was gathered, roll call could start. I bit my lip as I slightly bounced, leaning my weight on my heels and then on my toes. This went on for a little while until finally the teacher spoke up.

"Welcome everybodyyy! I am Present Mic and I will give you all of the info for the practical exam!" His loud voice boomed through the room. I flinched in surprise and so did many others, but soon a smile grew on my face. This was so cool...

"So as you all will probably know, we'll start with a roll call! After that, you as well as all of the other groups will go to one big place where the practical exam will be held. You'll be graded individually, so be careful when you're working with somebody! This exam is basically like the entrance exam the current UA students had. There will be robots that you will have to win against like heroes against villains!!" On a screen, which I didn't recall appearing, different robots were shown.

"There are different types of robots that you can beat scattered around the area. You will get about half an hour to do this!" After the last sentence many people whispered to each other at how long thirty minutes was.

"Don't underestimate it guys!! The robots are totally difficult to beat and there's a lot of them!" Present Mic interrupted, making the whole crowd go silent again. i couldn't help but feel like I wasn't supposed to be here- which I wasn't since I told my parents I was going to the gym, but it was also because nobody else was alone. Everyone had at least one person they knew with them and despite having been used to being alone, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Why was I even thinking about this? This was a one time thing, making friends would only be a bad thing. I shook my head and softly sighed at myself before turning my attention to the loud hero again.

"Now, I'll bring you guys outside where we will wait until all of the groups have finished roll call. Let's go everybodyyyy!" I giggled at his energy before the crowd started moving outside. I was really surprised by the amount of students that were doing this entrance exam. Did this many people dream of becoming heroes?

A soft squeal left my mouth when I bumped into something big. I gasped and looked up, realising I bumped into a guy who was glaring daggers at me right now. His gaze was way too intimidating for my liking, and I had this really bad feeling as his gaze rested on me. I quickly bowed and kept my head down.

"M-my apologies! I wasn't looking where I was going." Though I didn't see his face, I felt like he was rolling his eyes at me.

"If you can't even walk around properly without even looking where you're going, you're not worthy of being a hero." Jeez, uptight much... I could get where Eraserhead was coming from when I was late earlier today but this was too much honestly...

I decided not to make a scene since I really wasn't in the mood for an argument, nor did I want to make enemies so quickly.

After what felt like eternity, the whole group was complete. I bit my lip and waited nervously for the next announcement to be made. My heart was thumping so loudly I thought the crowd could hear me and my throat had never been so dry. Maybe I should've drank a bit more water during the break... well, there was nothing I could do about it now.

"Alright everyone! Get ready, the exam will start in five minutes." A voice of which the location I couldn't tell said. I could feel myself getting more nervous and excited as well as the other people. Girls were chatting excitedly as they stretched, guys were flexing while attempting to intimidate others (which they were failing at if you were asking me) and some people seemed to be thinking of strategies for the exam.

What was I supposed to be doing right now? I really had no idea.. I just had to hope that a lot of water was around so I could use it to my advantage. If there was nothing, I'd have to rely on my physical abilities. I also couldn't think of any other fluid that would be present if there was no water. And using it on people was the last thing I would want to do...

I sighed softly. I really had to work on my physical skills... In situations where I wouldn't be able to use my quirk I'd need a lot of physical strength.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of a timer that indicated we had 30 seconds left. I bit my lip as I noticed I started feeling unwell because of my nerves. Come on Janie, you could do this...

I took a beep breath and slowly breathed out, before getting ready. We were all standing behind a giant door right now, and outside was a closed off parkour where the robots would be waiting. At this point I wasn't sure anymore whether I was excited or incredibly nervous.

"10 seconds left everybody!" Present mic yelled out, which made my eyes widen. This was really happening... my gosh..

The door opened and the sight we were greeted with was a replica of a city. The buildings were really big and the streets were very wide. A vast majority of the group immediately took off to find as many robots as possible.

"I should get going too." I mumbled to myself. I decided to go where the group didn't go, because that way I wouldn't hadn't to worry about being quicker than them too much.

As I jogged, I looked around, trying to find a robot and some water. But of course, the streets were spotless.. ah, dangit Janie. You really underestimated this exam.

I gasped and immediately stopped when I saw a big robot. It was dark grey and pretty round. I tilted my head in confusion upon noticing a letter on the robot. "D"? What would that even stand for?

My breath hitched in my throat when I realised the robot had spotted me. It slowly took big steps towards me which made me panic slightly. Though it was slow, it was still really strong so kicking or hitting hit would most likely not work at all.

So what did my amazing trained natural instinct do?

I ran into a dark alley that was a few meters away.

I smiled in victory when I realised it was too small for the robot to get through. That meant that I had some more time to think now. I saw a pole, but then again realised this robot was too strong for that... and it's not normal to find weapons in a city so they most likely wouldn't be here either.

A squeal left my mouth when I saw the robot had broken a building in order to get closer to me. These things were really persistent weren't they?

I sighed in annoyance and ran a bit further, screaming when I slipped and fell into a big puddle of mud. I groaned as I looked at my clothes. How lovely...

Wait.

Mud.

I quickly got up and smiled when I saw that the puddle wasn't too small. Mud was pretty thick though... I didn't think I had ever tried using it before? But eh, there's a first to everything right?

I took a deep breath before extending my arms towards the puddle. I tried to concentrate as well as I could and groaned when I realised how hard this was. It took forever for the whole puddle to go up like how I wanted it to.

I flinched when I heard another big step coming from the robot. Come on Janie, faster... you had to hurry up..

With all of my might (heh) I lifted it higher as quickly as I could and threw the liquid at the robot. I pumped my first in the air when I saw it fell down. Yeah, that was the disadvantage of using robots instead of actual people.

When the robot had completely shut down, I saw a shiny white dot on it.

"What?" I mumbled as I walked closer to it. It probably wasn't smart of me to touch it because it could've been anything but I did it anyway. Suddenly a screen appeared in the air, showing me, my last name and a number. It seemed to be my score.

Kotu - 5

Five points? That wasn't too bad, right? Wait...

Dupont - 30

Yagami - 35

Hamada - 50

How did they have that many points? I really needed to catch up... they were all way faster than I expected.

I was brought of my thoughts because of a loud step, that kind of sounded like thunder. I turned my head and my eyes widened upon seeing an even bigger robot than before. Oh boy.. also, the mud was starting to dry and it really didn't feel pleasant at all.

This time I also noticed a circle where a letter was written, but this was a different letter. S? On the other robot I saw the letter D.. why was this different?

I didn't have much more time to think because the huge robot took another big step in my direction, causing me to flinch as I tried to find a convenient hiding place. The sewers.. but how the heck would I even fit in there? And it would be pointless as I didn't know where I'd end up.

Another big thud caused me too feel more panicked. The robot was getting closer and I had to beat it. I needed those points!

wait.

Sewers.

Water.

I have a water quirk.

Oh my god Janie, you dimwit.

I quickly ran towards the sewers, hoping that I was able to see something through it. I guess I just had to try? Could I even control water without seeing it or being sure that it was there? Another big thud caused me to lose my balance slightly, but I managed to stand straight again.

I guess I just had to try. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I extended my arms and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate as much as I could. If this went wrong I'd be screwed...

To my surprise, I realised I was lifting up water. Not wanting to lose focus however, I didn't celebrate this just yet.

thud.

I gasped as I tried not to fall and stay focused on the water. The robot was really close at this point.

A small smile appeared on my face when I saw water coming out of the sewers. I tried lifting up as much as I could and using all of my might I threw the water over the robot. I was about to walk towards the robot to get my points when realisation that it was completely fine hit me. Oh no... this one was waterproof. Well of course, real humans didn't work that way either so I guessed it was a good thing.

Another plan... think Janie, think. A true fighter should always at least have a plan B. Why didn't I have a plan B?

thud.

Suddenly an idea crossed my mind, but it was risky to do. Would I be able to lift the robot up with the amount of water I used and then throw it with the robot so it would break? I needed a lot of water for that, and I wasn't sure if what I have was enough to carry the weight of it.

I made a small mental note to myself to study fluids in general better, if I had done that before I wouldn't be having so many doubts now. But for now I just had to try, if I didn't try I wouldn't get the points anyway.

I took a deep breath and slowly breathed out before extending my arms again. I slowly made a big bubble out of all of the water again, but instead of throwing it at the robot I tried to make it completely covered it so the robot was basically in the bubble.

I bit my lip before I attempted throwing the bubble up and letting it fall to the ground, waiting to see if it had been defeated yet. My eyes widened when I saw it moving again.

"Are you kidding me now?" I whined as I ran my hands through my hair. How was it still able to move? What was I supposed to do now?

I was brought out of my thoughts by what seemed to be a screen in the sky. I squinted my eyes to see what was on it.

oh.

A timer.

Crap, I had only ten minutes left.