[Hakuro POV]
Aizawa drew the class's attention toward him before he spoke with his gravelly and sharp voice, "Show and tell is over. Enough chatter all of you. This isn't a daycare so I'll expect you to quiet down whenever I say so from now on."
Once the classroom was silent, he continued, "Put on your gym uniforms and follow me to the outside grounds. Now."
Kaminari raised an eyebrow, "Outside? But we just got here?!"
Mina bounced in her seat, "Oh, maybe we're fighting robots on day one!"
Aizawa sensei paused at the door before he turned and his glare silenced the room, "If you're not outside in five minutes, you'll be written up. Move."
"..."
"..."
We all looked at each other in silence, before the class scrambled, and people started bolting from their seats.
***
"—and the final student you were unable to meet is the student over there. Yaoyorozu Momo."
I fell into step beside Iida, who adjusted his glasses with military precision.
He was telling me the names of the other students in the class after I asked him to.
It would be weird if I blurted out someone's name without having a proper reason to know it. There was only so much information I could learn before it became borderline stalking.
I turned around to look where Iida was pointing, and made eye contact with Yaoyorozu as she was glaring straight at me.
"?"
I raised an eyebrow in confusion as she quickly looked the other way.
'Do I have something on my face?'
I turned back to Iida, "Was she angry when she met you guys in the classroom? Why is she looking at me like that?"
Iida turned to look at her too, "Hm, I'm not certain. She was acting normal just earlier."
'Did I do something?' I asked myself.
But I shrugged it off as me looking too much into it. Even my eyes weren't accurate all the time.
The entire class was currently making their way towards the grounds after changing into our gym uniforms.
I knew what was coming, so I was calm, but the rest of the class were nervously whispering to each other.
Then Iida spoke to me in an earnest tone, "You cut it close today, Hakuro. Punctuality is something aspiring Heroes should consistently maintain. Did you have an emergency?"
"It's been resolved Iida. I was in a… sticky situation last night. Then I helped some homeless people. It took longer than expected to get back home"
'Specifically, I got back at 6 a.m.'
Iida nodded approvingly, "What a noble delay! Just be careful it doesn't affect your studies. You wouldn't want to regret it if it affects your schoolwork."
I grinned, "Don't worry Iida. I feel no regret whatsoever."
[FLASHBACK TO THE PREVIOUS NIGHT]
I dangled a thick wad of cash in front of the group of homeless men like a carrot on a stick.
"Listen up, gents. Ever wanted to be the star of a police drama? I want each of you to go to a different police department and file a complaint. Just tell them a hero glued your feet to the pavement. Bonus cash to the ones who can cry fake tears when they do it."
One man squinted. "Why? You framin' someone?"
"Framing? Pfft. I'm enhancing civic engagement. Think of it as… performance art. With a paycheck for your time."
Another snorted. "What's the catch?"
"Catch?" I pressed a hand to my chest, mock-offended. "I'm hurt. This is purely altruistic. And if you do get caught lying… well, free food and a roof for a night in a cell. Sounds like a win-win for someone in your scenario"
They stared at me before huddling together, muttering for a few seconds, before the ringleader turned back around and smirked.
"Deal. But double the cash if we get arrested."
I tossed the money. "Spoken like true capitalists."
[FLASHBACK END]
Iida raised an eyebrow by the mischievous grin I was no doubt making. I didn't feel the need to suppress it.
'I feel no guilt or shame for my actions.'
The charges against Adhesion would be cleared easily enough, and Adhesion wouldn't get into any serious trouble.
He would just have to spend literal weeks drowning in paperwork.
Which makes my day immensely better by just thinking about his upcoming workload to settle the allegations.
'Ah~ The sweet sound of bureaucratic suffering.'
It was then that Aizawa-sensei lobbed a softball at Bakugo, who caught it on reflex.
"Alright everyone, We're going to be doing a quirk evaluation starting now."
He looked at Bakugo, "Throw this. And don't hold back. You can use your quirk."
Bakugo then proceeded to explode the ball with all his might, "DIIEEE!!!"
Monotoned, Aizawa showed the class the 705-meter result. "This is the standard. Adapt to using your quirks for standardized tests, or fail trying."
Kaminari groaned. "This is impossible! How can we compete with that?!"
Mineta squealed, "Seven hundred meters as the standard?! How are we supposed to match—"
But Aizawa sensei cut him off, "You're not supposed to match it. You're supposed to think for yourself."
Then Aizawa sensei turned to all of us, "Don't think of this like a joke you brats. Did you think becoming a hero would be all fun and games? Wrong. Being a hero is taxing, both mentally and physically. And you need to work hard and train until you're on the brink of death for years before you're ready to save even a single life reliably."
He walked over to an empty leaderboard on the side of the field, "As a hero, you need to always be vigilant, and always strive to improve yourselves. Therefore the student who scores last place across all six tests will be expelled."
And most of the class understandably didn't take that too well.
"WHAT!?!"
"HOW COULD YOU EXPEL THE LOWEST SCORING STUDENT. YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" They screamed in unison.
Aizawa let out a tired voice, "...Listen you brats, this is U.A., each teacher is given the freedom to teach however we please. And the lowest scoring student will be deemed as an obvious hopeless case by me, and thus, expelled from the class.
If you want to stay here, then utilize your quirks in these tests to give yourself any edge over the others, and secure your spot. Prove that you deserve to be here."
The class began looking around at each other, as the bonds of friendship forming only minutes ago, began warping into a potential rival who could make them lose their positions at U.A.
Of course, I wasn't nervous.
Aizawa sensei expelled the entire year 2 class, and then re-accepted them to give them a form of 'death'. So even if he expelled me, I wouldn't actually be kicked out of U.A. It would simply be on my record.
But it's not as if I'll be job hunting after this.
Aizawa droned instructions as Class 1-A clustered around the dynamometers (machine to measure grip strength).
Satou''s biceps bulged as he squeezed the handle with all his might: [301 kg]
Bakugo snarled at the machine like it owed him money: [60 kg]
Amongst the group, Yaoyorozu stood serene, her gaze flicking to me every few seconds.
'?'
'Why does she keep looking at me?'
"Hakuro! Your turn man! Good luck!" Sero called, slapping my back.
I adjusted my gloves, flexing my fingers as I stepped forward.
"Don't worry, Sero. I've got a grip on things."
"..."
"..."
"...dude." Sero deadpanned, "Please, no dad jokes."
'I am ashamed to say those sort of jokes slip out by accident. Those are meant for Hana.'
I gripped the dynamometer while calculating the angle for maximum pressure.
Since I already knew what all the tests were, I did a little research beforehand on the optimal method to raise your score.
Not to mention, I've been working out each muscle in my entire body properly for years now. So I had an extremely precise control over my body.
I adjusted my grip, trying to leverage the biomechanics.
'Since optimal angle means maximum torque.'
[87 kg.]
"Woah!" Satou whistled. "That's really high up there for someone who didn't use a quirk!"
"I train a lot." I smiled.
Then Yaoyorozu stepped up. Her palm glowed before conjuring a pure metal block that landed on the device's measuring handle.
Thud
The machine screamed while it strained and—
[502 kg]
"Amazing Yaoyorozu!" Mina yelled as she hugged her from behind.
"She's unstoppable!" Hakgaruke cheered. "Girl power for the win! She's first place! Suck it boys!"
"I appreciate the praise." Yaoyorozu replied to them before looking at me with a slight smirk.
'?'
Then the 50-Meter Dash began.
Uraraka made her shoes and clothes weightless, Iida revved his engines, and I stretched, simply making sure I didn't pull a muscle.
No quirk or theory to boost my speed substantially. Just legs, lungs, and heart.
I looked over at Iida, "If you could get dust in the other opponent's eyes. That would be lovely. Try to avoid my eyes though."
"Hey! No fair!" Uraraka's ears perked up as she laughed at my tease.
"I apologize Hakuro, I am focused solely on my own victory. I can't partake in such biased actions."
"Eh, worth a shot." I shrugged.
"Ready?" Aizawa yawned.
The buzzer blared.
And I lunged forward—
—and Yaoyorozu blurred past, skates materializing mid-stride, and as she blurred past me, we made eye contact again as she smirked once more.
'?'
She crossed the finish at 4.02 seconds.
I staggered in at 6.34 seconds, third place in the group.
Other miscellaneous events were held.
I didn't make any shocking new record like the others, but I was skilled enough to be at least among the average of the scores.
I was placed between those who could specialize with their quirks in certain events, and the ones whose quirks weren't suited for them and had to rely on their own physical skill.
The final event eventually arrived, the baseball Throw.
People went one by one, until Aizawa's tired glare pinned me to the pitcher's circle.
I spun the ball in my palm.
'No quirk. No gadgets. Just physics and effort once more.'
Squinting at the horizon, I muttered aloud, "Wind speed: 12 km/h southwest. Air density dropping to 1.225 kg/m³. Ball weight: 54 grams. Optimal release angle: 41 degrees to counteract lateral drift."
Jirou raised an eyebrow, "Is he… doing math? Out loud?" She scoffed, "Is he trying to show off?"
"Well... it's kind of working." Kirishima whispered. "Bro's a human calculator."
Tsuyu asked, "Is this part of your quirk, ribbit? Measuring meteorology with just your mind?"
"Even better." I explained with a grin.
Then I proceeded to pull out my phone, "Weather app. Anytime, anywhere. The human mind is truly frightening when they use 100% of their brain."
"..."
"..."
I hurled the ball—
Whoosh
—a clean, precise arc like a textbook parabola.
[69 meters.]
Aizawa turned the screen to me, "Not outstanding. But above the average of quirkless human adults."
Seeing my meager result, some students in the class shifted uncomfortably.
This was the final test for me, and another where I didn't perform all that well.
From everyone else's perspective, me and Midoriya were guaranteed to be last because we didn't excel in anything so far.
We were just participating as normal, practically powerless, humans. We hadn't showcased any quirks to boost our scores.
Uraraka bit her lip. "Maybe his quirk's, um, better for rescue and analytical stuff?"
"Or maybe he's useless," Bakugo sneered.
I shrugged, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "My quirk's not about raw power. It's about seeing what others miss."
"Oh man." Mineta said, "You better hope Midoriya does worse than you! You both are practically quirkless and are gonna be expel—Ow!"
He yelped as Mina flicked a drop of acid onto his neck, "Don't say anything if you're not going to be nice! You're not doing that much better either you know! It doesn't hurt to be considerate!"
Eventually the worry was whisked away as more and more students were called until Yaoyorozu stepped forward, "My turn."
She created a miniature sleek cannon from her arm and—
Boom!
—launched the ball 690 meters.
The class almost immediately erupted in cheer.
Kirishima was in awe, "Whoa! She just built that?! From scratch?!"
"Awesome!" Sero grinned at the cannon while admiring it's design. "Your quirk is real handy. I'm kinda jealous."
Momo flicked her hair back, "Natural talent only goes so far. True heroes build their strengths with their own hand. They don't only rely on what was given to them."
And once more, when her eyes caught mine, she smirked.
'?'
"I was nervous, but I think we're safe." I heard Mineta whisper to Kaminari. "With Midoriya and Hakuro here, I know we won't be in last place. I think I'll just slack off for the rest."
I just ignored the dolt, I'd deal with him eventually. Plus I had other priorities at the moment.
I looked over at Midoriya, who was pacing nervously while muttering a barely coherent stream of anxiety.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he clenched and unclenched his fists, his green eyes darting around like a cornered animal.
I didn't care to try and become best buds with Midoirya. But it was an indistinguishable fact that he was tied to the fate of this world.
So I would help speed things up where I could.
I approached him from behind as he continued acting like a timid lamb for slaughter.
"Your skill is absolutely abysmal."
"Ah!" He flinched, nearly tripping over his own feet as he turned to face me.
"H-Hakuro! I—I didn't see you."
"Well you can see me now, can't you?."
"U-uh, yeah. Yeah I can." He fixed his posture, "W-what am I terrible at?"
"Isn't it obvious? You've had a quirk your whole life and can barely control it. You'd think a quirk would be adapted to your body by now. Or you would have some semblance of control."
I heard Midoriya audibly gulp, and I stared directly into his ocean green eyes as we made eye contact—
"It's almost as if… your quirk isn't your own."
"!"
His eye nearly popped out of his skull.
"W-w-w-w-w-what do you mean???? T-that's just, j-just impossible right??" and Midoriya looked on the verge of fainting as he began rambling on and on with poor excuses.
"Ahahaha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, calm down." I reassured him as I patted his shoulder, "It was just a joke Midoriya. It's impossible after all. People are either born with quirks or they aren't. That's just the way of the world."
"R-right. It's impossible..."
"I was just trying to help clear your nerves. You were wandering around the field like a headless chicken."
Midoriya looked up at me. "Yeah... I get really fidgety when I'm nervous. How are you so calm though? Aren't you scared at all? We could be expelled if we don't impress him!"
I shrugged casually. "I don't really have any reason to stress. Besides—"
I tilted my head, studying him. "Why are you scared? You've been saving your Quirk for this event, right? Just keep calm and don't give yourself a panic attack. You should be safe from being expelled after you use your super strength."
Midoriya eyes slowly widened and stammered, "I-I was planning on saving my quirk for this event. But…but I don't know anymore…"
"...huh" I froze for a couple of seconds before I was able to respond. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's just…I don't want to be the reason that you're expelled. If Aizawa sensei's rankings are based on if we can excel in a test, like Uraraka in the baseball throw, or Iida in the race, then you're at an unfair disadvantage. You don't have an exam to show off your intelligence... and I would feel terrible if I beat you only because I had a quirk. Especially when you've performed better—"
Bonk
I smacked the back of Midoriya's thick head, hard enough to snap him out of his spiral of irrational thoughts.
"???"
He blinked at me, holding his head in pain with a mixed expression of shock and confusion.
"Don't be ridiculous, Midoriya," I scolded, "That's the most nonsensical logic I've ever heard. Are you seriously thinking of giving up at the finish line out of pity? That's not heroism—that's self-sabotage. And it's pathetic."
Midoriya opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.
"It's clear as daylight that you're the self-sacrificing type with confidence issues. I heard about what you did in the entrance exam. Smashing the 0-pointer with your full power, but breaking your body in the process to help Uraraka. It's obvious you feel inadequate compared to the others who can control their quirks. Aizawa-sensei wouldn't appreciate a hero who falls after one swing of his arm. But this—"
And I gestured to the training ground around us, "—is a safe place to learn. That's the purpose of U.A. as a school. To learn. To experiment. To push your limits to the extreme. But to do that—"
I jammed my finger at his chest. "—you can't give up on yourself when there's someone who has put their faith in you. I'm sure you have one. Someone as socially inept and reclusive as you obviously had someone push you onto this path. Someone who has whole-heartedly supported you through this, and believes you can make it. Can you look them in the face and proudly tell them you gave up?"
I crossed my arms, "Besides. It would leave a sour taste in my mouth if the only reason I stayed at U.A. was because someone didn't give their all. It'd be an insult to my capabilities if you think you need to go easy on me. You would be spitting in my face."
Midoriya stared at me, his eyes slowly widening in realization the more I talked.
Then, slowly, his expression shifted as his uncertainty gave way to determination.
Slap
He smacked both of his cheeks.
"You're right," he said as his voice began steadying. "A hero… a hero shouldn't shrink back to make others comfortable. They give everything they have… to honor the ones fighting beside them, and the ones who gave them the chance to fight at all."
I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
I didn't expect Midoirya to think about giving up with only my presence in the class being the influential factor.
I was aware of his self-sacrificing tendencies but…this was a bit of a curveball.
It seems like I'll have a bit of a headache over the next few months making sure he stays on track.
The sooner Midoriya stopped doubting himself, the quicker he could begin mastering OFA, and the higher chance he had of dealing with AFO.
"So how are you going to pass the baseball throw test? Without becoming disabled of course. I'm sure you realize society has no use for a weakling who can't even protect himself from himself. It's an unfunny joke."
Midoriya clenched his fists, "I'll have to be smarter. I'll prove myself right now."
"Midoriya." Aizawa sensei called out.
Midoriya stepped forward, his posture tense but clearly more focused than earlier.
Standing at the throwing line, he paused while in thought before he slowly raised his arm with his fingers trembling slightly as he concentrated.
The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, a faint green glow emanating from his skin.
"Just… a little…" he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing at the far off distance.
Then, with a sharp movement and exhale, he flicked his finger.
Snap!
The sound was like a gunshot, a burst of air pressure exploding from the tip of his finger as the ball was launched through the air faster than we'd seen today.
The force sent a shockwave rippling through the training ground, kicking up dust and debris.
Midoriya stumbled back, clutching his hand, but his face lit up with a mix of pain, triumph, and excitement.
"It… it worked!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. He turned around looking at Aizawa sensei, then at me. "I only broke one finger! I'm still standing!"
Aizawa Sensei turned his phone around with a grin, "705.3 meters. And you're still fine unlike the Entrance Exam. Well done kid."
I crossed my arms, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "Not bad, Midoriya. You even beat fireworks over there."
While Bakugo's brain was still glitching from the fact he was beaten by Midoriya, Midoriya turned to me. "Thank you, Hakuro. I… I wouldn't have thought of this without your advice."
"I didn't do anything so don't thank me. All I did was tell you to calm down. But if you feel like thanking me somehow, stop being so fidgety and on edge. You're a student at U.A. with one of the most powerful quirks I've seen. Start acting like it."
Midoriya laughed awkwardly, "R-right. I'll keep working on it."
***
The sun continued to beat down on the training field as all of us students milled around in anxious clusters, our shadows stretching long across the dirt.
Uraraka nervously clasped her hands as she walked towards us, "Deku, you have to be safe! You scored second in the ball throw! That's gotta count for something!"
Midoriya muttered, "Maybe…But I was last in the endurance run… and the side steps… and—"
Sero patted his back, "Relax, man. At least you have a flashy Quirk. Hakuro here was average in everything." He winced once he realized what he said and quickly turned to me, "No offense man..."
"None taken. Physical mediocrity compared to you superhumans is an achievement to me."
Then my eyes flickered to Aizawa trudging across the field after he left to retrieve the thro baseballs, his capture scarf fluttering like a funeral banner as he made his way back to us.
Aizawa deadpanned, "Line up."
The class scrambled into formation with our shoulders tense.
Aizawa scanned us, "Today's results were… telling. Some of you excelled. Others barely functioned. But…"
Mineta leaned in and whispered to Kaminari "H-He's gonna say it…!"
Iida responded quietly from behind, "Breathe calmly. Excessive worry is useless at this point."
Aizawa continued, "—expelling someone on the first day would be illogical. So no one is being expelled from the class."
"..."
Class 1A was silent before they collectively gasped, "WHAAAAAT?!"
Aizawa put on one of the most amused grins I've ever seen, "It was all a logical ruse to ensure your maximum effort."
Kaminari slumped. "DUDE. MY HAIR TURNED GRAY FOR NOTHING?!"
As the class erupted into relieved chatter, or repressed tension, Midoriya turned to me with relieved, shining eyes.
"We… We did it! We're both staying in!"
I dusted some dust off my shoulder, "Evidently. Besides, he did the same with last year's students."
Mina grinned before playfully hitting my shoulder, "You were worried too! Admit it!"
"Worrying is for people who are unprepared. I'll stick to never being caught off guard."
"Uh huh. We'll see about that." Kaminari smirked. "Ten bucks I can catch you off guard within the week."
"Make it 100 and you have a deal."
"Alright class," Aizawa announced before we finished our conversation, "Go change out of your gym uniforms, and go back to homeroom. Class is over."
***
The hallway echoed with the chatter of classmates shuffling back to the classroom after changing.
Yaoyorozu's gaze prickled the back of my neck—again. For the fifth time today.
'Does she have a personal vendetta or just chronic staring syndrome? Either way, this is getting tedious.'
I slowed down my pace, letting the others drift ahead of me until only the two of us lingered near the stairwell at the back, away from the rest of the class.
She stiffened as her eyes darted away as I turned to face her.
'Avoidance? Guilt? No—frustration. But why?'
"Yaoyorozu," I said with a flat voice.. "You've been eyeing me all day like I kicked your dog. Spit it out already if you wouldn't mind."
She froze with her posture perfect even in retreat. "I… don't know what you're referring to."
"Please." I rolled my eyes. "Your pupils dilated every time I spoke to someone else. I've caught you various times giving me odd looks during the quirk assessment. And just now—"
I gestured to her clenched fists, "—your knuckles whitened when I walked here. So. What's the issue? You clearly have one with me."
For a moment, she looked like she might deny it again.
Then her shoulders squared and she lifted her chin.
"Fine. You want transparency? I'll give it." Her voice was steady, but her eyes burned with fury. "I took U.A.'s written entrance exam. Voluntarily. Even though I was accepted as a recommendation student."
A flashback flashed in her eyes—Yaoyorozu sitting at a desk, scribbling furiously under timed conditions, her pride warring with an obsession to excel.
"I wanted to prove I belonged here without my family's influence. That I deserved my position at Japan's best Hero school. But when I asked for the results of the test, I found out I was scored second."
Her voice sharpened. "Second to someone who didn't even receive a recommendation. Someone who blitzed the test with a perfect score in a matter of minutes. Someone who mocked the difficulty of the test and advised the staff to try switching up exam materials. Someone… I found out had his intelligence given to him on a silver platter from his quirk. You."
My eye twitched.
I figured that someone would make this claim eventually. That I was handed intelligence without working for it.
And the accusation insulted me to no end.
They had no idea the effort I put in.
About the countless sleepless nights I had been through.
But my facade of having a quirk came first over any personal desires to flaunt my skill.
I raised an eyebrow. "And this… offends you?"
"It insults me," she snapped. "No tutors, no legacy, no effort, no pride in acing the test—just… raw intellect. I've spent years honing my mind, and you with your quirk just walked in and stole what should be—" She cut herself off, inhaling sharply.
"But today's Quirk assessment was my chance to reset the balance. To prove my superiority."
I smirked. "I see. And then you received 1st place in the quirk assessment, while I was 15th. Well, congratulations, you've proved you're better. So why are you still angry?"
Her glare could've melted steel.
"Don't patronize me Hakuro. The test was fraudulent. I can see it—your intelligence. You're not below average. You're calculating and shrewd. Whether that's from your quirk or not is irrelevant. And Aizawa sensei's test didn't account for that. Only physical skills."
I leaned against the wall, and crossed my arms. "And you're threatened because I don't fit your hierarchy? Hard workers on top, geniuses below?"
"I'm motivated," she corrected, stepping closer to me. Close enough that I felt her uneven breath. "U.A. is a meritocracy. If you can outthink me, I'll surpass you. If you can outmaneuver me, I'll adapt. But I won't tolerate being underestimated—not even by someone who hides behind… whatever this is." She gestured to my deliberately slouched posture.
I snorted. "You think I'm hiding something? What would I even be hiding? A secret child?"
"Aren't you hiding?" Her voice dropped low. "You aced the hardest written exam in Japan for kids our age without breaking a sweat. For the entirety of class time today, you acted like you knew everything that would happen, like it's all part of your plan."
'Because I kind of do know everything that will happen.'
But instead I shrugged. "Maybe I'm secretly a seer and can see the future. Or I'm just lazy and my idleness seems like confidence."
She didn't blink.
"Liar. You're the most observant person here. Your quirk can't possibly ignore the allure of analyzing everything surrounding you. I think you try to play off as a genius who doesn't put in much effort to hide the fact that you're merely following your quirk's hand me downs. Because without your quirk—"
She stared at my eyes.
"—your nothing."
A beat of silence passed between us.
Down the hall, Ashido's laughter bubbled as the class' chatter disappeared around the corner and through the classroom door.
Finally, I pushed off the wall which causes Yaoyorozu to back up.
"Let's get one thing straight, Yaoyorozu. I don't care about your approval, your rivalry, or your rich-kid existential crisis. Outthink me? Adapt to my methods? By all means, try. But don't mistake my disinterest for weakness."
She smiled back at me. Cold, sharp, and brilliant. "Oh, I won't. And don't mistake my courtesy for surrender. I would wager there will soon be a fair contest where we can truly see who the most intelligent in the class is. And I'll have my victory then as well. I'll never lose to someone who takes intelligence and honest hard work for granted."
Our eyes locked one final time.
And with that, she turned and strode past me into the classroom, her ponytail swaying like a victory flag.
I lingered in the hallway for a bit.
'Annoying. But… refreshing.'
'Minds don't get sharper from playing tic tac toe. A bit of intellectual competition will be fun for a change.'
I began walking back to the class too, humming in rhythm to myself.
'But I can't take her insults and do nothing. I'll prove who the brightest of our generation is.'
I adjusted my uniform jacket which had creased during the confrontation.
'Seriously…All this drama from participating in a single—'
Chapter 12 - 'Quirk Assessment'
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I just want to add, from my POV, I'm not changing Yaoyorozu's personality. I'm adding some conflict, sure. But I feel it's realistic. She definitely has a lot of ego and pride in herself and her skills. Which both are well earned ofc.
She was the number 1 ranked recommendation student for U.A., the number 1 ranked for the quirk assessment, and probably rank 1 through all her school years from before U.A. Her family are in the upper echelon of society, and she probably excelled in everything through her own hard work and effort.
So from her POV, for someone to come and almost immediately knock her down a peg because his quirk (supposedly) made him smarter automatically, it would make her bitter and unconsciously resentful. Especially if he didn't give off a hard-working, honest vibe.
Which Hakuro definitely doesn't lol.
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