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CHAPTER 12: NOT THE ONE
EXAMINATION RESULTS
1. Bakugo Katsuki ━━━ V: 77 — R: 0
1. Shuzenji [f/n] ━━━ V: 0 — R: 77
2. Kirishima Eijiro ━━━ V: 39 — R: 35
3. Uraraka Ochaco ━━━ V: 28 — R: 45
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"Everyone, let's all be proper students and be in our seats on the first day!" He declared, while chopping the air.
His classmates didn't need that, still they settled down anyways. While they waited for their homeroom teacher, they all tried to make small talk with each other, but that nervous atmosphere of the first day did not dissipate.
SLAM!
The door slid open harshly, revealing a girl with her [h/c] hair in a high ponytail. As she stood at the doorway, the students of 1-A notice that she didn't have her uniform's grey jacket on, leaving her top as the long-sleeved button-up white dress shirt and the red tie. She also had red knee socks and most importantly a red arm band on her upper right arm, which had a white cross on it.
She glares at them, aiming to be intimidating, but fails due to the natural pout on her face. Some sweatdrop and others agree that you were adorable.
Is she our classmate..? They wondered.
"Tch. Future Heroes? More like spoiled kids," she comments.
. . ? !
What is her problem..?!
Aizawa enters and sighs. "[f/n], get back to class," he says, before closing the door.
Wait! So she's not our classmate?!
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"Sorry Midoriya. With your power, you can't become a Hero."
His words hit hard.
He releases the timid boy from his capture weapon, and blinks to return his quirk.
"Go ahead and take your final throw."
With those words, Midoriya was discouraged but still steps onto the ring. He takes time to contemplate and think of a strategy, but nothing comes to mind. He decides to bet all his money on a single throw, desperate to control the power of his quirk.
When he pitches the ball, he puts his power onto his pointer instead of his whole arm like in the Practical Exam. The strength of his finger propels the ball high in the air.
705.3 Meters
"Mr. Aizawa..! I'm still standing..!"
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NURSE'S OFFICE
"Um, hello? Is Recovery Girl here..?"
The green-haired male opens the door to find that same strange girl from this morning sitting on a desk chair. She swiveled to face him, bored eyes and her signature pout seemed to be her natural state.
She's actually kind of cute..! He admits to himself.
"Sorry, Recovery Girl is out right now. What do you need?" She asks him.
"I... um," he had trouble with his words so he gestured to his injured finger.
Her eyes widen. "Oh! Go ahead and sit on the bed."
He obeys, while she went to a medicinal cabinet and grabbed a roll of bandages. She comes back and stands in front of him with her palm open to him. He doesn't understand what she's suggesting but puts his injured hand on hers anyways.
He watches his finger quickly mend itself, the feeling of his joints and that lively skin color returns. She finishes it up by wrapping it in a bandage.
"Whoa..."
She smiles, which takes his breath away. "You're my first patient! What's your name?"
"Midoriya Izuku..!"
"I'm Shuzenji [f/n]. Nice to meet you!"
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( 1 ) NEW MESSAGE
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Hazaki :
lets meet up
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You felt his hand roughly meet your cheek, the force strong enough to turn your head to the side. A few seconds later, you felt it warm up and throb, then tears pricked the sides of your eyes.
. . ? !
"I heard you made it in U.A., but I didn't think it was true. Then when I see you wearing the fucking uniform..!"
Your hand went over to your reddened cheek, touching it felt painful. His hair was a dark grey, and the clouds around it looked stormy with the small flashes of lightning.
"You probably fucked your way in, yeah? Don't start thinking you're better than me!" He grabs your hair.
You nervously meet his eyes. "Hazaki..! That hurts..!"
"No fucking excuses! You're supposed to be lower than me!" He pulls your hair, the ponytail is ruined.
But suddenly he releases, and grabs your waist to pull you into a kiss. Your frantic [e/c] orbs expressed confusion while the tears finally ran down your cheeks. Hazaki's rainclouds soon paled out into a friendly white.
What..?
"I'm sorry, [f/n]. I just... I let jealousy get the best of me."
He took your hand. "Can you... forgive me..?"
. . .
You blush. "Yes... I forgive you, Hazaki!"
Your mind was never right when it came to Hazaki.
He smiles at you. "Okay. Let's go to my apartment."
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[ rape-ish warning, I didn't write the whole thing but you can skip ]
Like a storm, his emotions were hard for you to handle.
He pushes you onto the bed, and uses the strength of his lower half to stop your squirming legs. You could see the glint of pink lust in those sky blue eyes you loved, and it hurt you so much that you couldn't return them. He moves his fingers at the top of your uniform, undoing your red tie.
You felt guilty for not being in the mood like he was, but you had a bad feeling, and it told you that you weren't ready.
"Hazaki..! Wait—!"
"[f/n]... I'll make you feel good, I promise."
He gives you that smile, and you lose it.
After that event, you weren't sending him as much texts anymore.
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No matter how much of a genius you were, the past and its effects would always haunt you.
Always searching for that particular warmness, similar to that cup full of hot tea.
You always believed that Hazaki was that teacup, right from the moment he held your hand in 1st grade.
But now, for the first time in your life, you started to have some doubts.
Perhaps he was not the one you wanted, the one you needed.
But then, who will be the teacup?
CHAPTER 12 END