Midoriya was falling fast and I panicked. His legs and one of his arms flailed around, almost as if he didn't have bones at all.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, looking to the girl on my right.

She looked much calmer than me, pressing all of her fingers against a three-pointer robot's head and then jumping on top. Then she floated upwards about 10 feet, waiting as Midoriya continued to fall.

Then, just before he could rocket past her and straight into the ground she... Slapped him...

I burst out laughing, holding my gut as I made my way over to them. Midoriya had a dumbstruck look stuck on his face as he floated just above the ground. The girl's face twisted uncomfortably, and she pressed her fingers together, allowing Midoriya and herself to touch the ground again.

She promptly threw up afterwards, making me cringe and look away. I walked over to Midoriya, patting his red cheek.

"Hey," I said, squatting down to his level. "You hear me?"

"Y-yeah..." He croaked from his position on the ground. "B-but I need... To get at l-least... One point."

"Wait, you don't have any points?!" I exclaimed in alarm.

His eyes welled with tears and I cringed.

"Give me a minute," I said, stomping over to the robot head the cute girl was resting on. "Let me use that head please."

She slipped off of the head, stumbling over to Midoriya. I pressed my palms against the head, closing my eyes as I concentrated on reshaping the metal. Sweat creased my brow as I focused on creating the object. Then I removed my hands, opening my eyes to observe my work. A wagon was in the robot head's place, big enough for two or three people to sit in.

"Hey," I said to the girl, pulling the wagon over. "Help me get him in."

She nodded, carefully helping me lower him into the wagon.

"If you're still feeling sick then climb in," I sighed, giving her a quick once over. "You still look a bit nauseous." 

"Thanks..." She mumbled, climbing in.

"Alright," I huffed. "Now I just have to find a few robots for him..."

"Do you think what he said is true?" She asked. "He said he didn't have any points."

"Yeah," I sighed, irritated. "He doesn't have any points, he was probably freaking out the whole time. Stupid Midoriya."

"But the exam will be over soon..." She said, frowning.

My tongue flicked out of my mouth, passing over the top of the small ring in the center of my bottom lip. "I know, but I have to help him."

And that's when our saviour arrived.

A blur was coming towards us, moving incredibly fast. He skid to a stop before me, making me flinch in surprise. But my face lit up upon seeing who it was. I punched his shoulder, breaking into gleeful cackles.

"Iida you beautiful son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, slapping his shoulder.

"Tsujihara, I've decided to come and help," He said, pushing up his glasses. "I saw what Midoriya did and want to know how I can help."

"Well, we need to get Midoriya some points quickly, but I have no idea if there are any more robots around," I replied. "Do you think you could help us get this done quickly?"

"Of course," He nodded, taking the handle of the wagon from me. "Get in."

I hopped into the wagon, squishing in beside the short girl and Midoriya, who was flat on his back, fading in and out of consciousness.

"T-thanks guys..." Midoriya wheezed.

"Don't worry about it dude," I chirped. "Focus on not dying, 'kay?"

He managed a weak nod.

"Hold on tight everyone!" Iida said, firing up his engines.

And then we rocketed forward, gripping onto the wagon as if our lives depended on it.

"Keep your eyes peeled for robots!" I screamed above the wind.

"I see one!" The girl (man I need to learn her name) exclaimed, pointing to the left.

Iida veered to the left and I removed a part of the wagon, reforming it again. I made a sword again, placing it in Midoriya's good hand and securing it with a piece of metal wrapped around his hand.

"Run by it on the left!" I yelled to Iida.

Iida did as I instructed and I helped Midoriya steady the blade, slicing through the robots torso.

"Run by it again!" I told Iida.

Iida rushed past the robot again, and I repeated what I had done before, helping Midoriya hold the sword. This time, we sliced off the robots head, successfully defeating it. Midoriya's eyes watered and be began to sniffle, looking at me like I was God.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, low-key disgusted by the snot beginning to drip down his nose.

"T-thank you s-so much..." He sobbed.

I shook my head with a grin, opening my mouth to reply, but I was cut off by Present Mic for the second time today.

"And that's all for the practical exams!" He exclaimed. "Anyone who's injured will be treated right away, and everyone else can head back outside! You dig?"

Midoriya slumped, the sword clanging against the wagon. "It's... Over..."

I frowned, placing my hand on his shoulder. "You did your best, I'm sure they'll give you some points, I mean, you destroyed that huge robot with one punch!"

"Yeah!" The brunette girl nodded.

"You were quite heroic," Iida agreed, looking a little ashamed of himself. "I, on the other hand, ran away."

I climbed out of the wagon with a sigh. "So I guess we just wait for a medic now, right?"

And just as I finished saying this, an old woman began to approach us, walking with a cane that looked like a giant syringe.

"Are any of you injured?" She asked, waddling closer.

"Yes," Iida answered. "Midoriya is, he's in this wagon."

"Help me lay him on the ground, Iida." I said to him.

Iida nodded, reaching into the wagon and helping me hoist Midoriya out and lay him on the ground.

"Oh my," The woman gasped. "Is this all because of his quirk?"

"I think so..." I cringed, still processing the fact that the quirkless Midoriya I know suddenly wasn't quirkless.

Then, the old lady puckered her lips, landing a kiss on Midoriya's forehead. I cringed at the wet smacking sound her lips made on his forehead, but I watched in awe as his legs and arm began to heal right before my eyes. 

I snapped my fingers. "You're Recovery Girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," She smiled, reaching into one of her coat pockets. "Here, you kids have some candy."

She plopped a few pieces of colourfully wrapped candies into each of our hands (I tucked mine away, figuring that I'd give it to Kuse). Midoriya slowly stood up, seeming fine but a little fatigued. 

"You're probably feeling tired dear," She chuckled. "That's how my quirk works, I heal your injuries with a kiss, however, your body needs energy in order to heal, which is what is making you feel tired. Go home and take a good rest."

"Well, then I guess all we have to do now is wait for the results," I said, looping one of Midoriya's arms around my shoulders. "Hopefully you made it Iida, and you too, whatever your name is."

"Ochako Uraraka," She smiled. "And I hope you'll make it too, Tsujihara."

"I don't like my last name much," I scowled, my expression then softening. "Please call me Jiji, or Tora if you like."

"I like Jiji!" Uraraka chirped. "It's a very... Different nickname!"

"I know," I grinned. "That's why I like it."

"I'm sorry if I came off as disrespectful!" Iida exclaimed, bowing his head. "I was unaware using your last name offended you! I will be sure not to use it!"

"Thanks, Iida," I smiled, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Now get up, you bowing is kind of embarrassing."

"So is it alright if I call you Tora?" He asked. 

"If you want to," I shrugged. "Doesn't bother me."

"Then please, call me Tenya." He said. "It's only fair."

"Sure," I grinned. "I'll text you later, Tenya, but I have to get this guy home first."

"Bye guys..." Midoriya yawned.

I grinned, giving Tenya and Uraraka a peace sign. "Peace out my dudes."

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If it weren't for my dangerous hobbies waiting for my UA acceptance (or denial) letter would've killed me. But luckily, I had some shady back alley deals I had to go to, namely so I can make some money.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the ground, wearing an extremely baggy zip-up hoodie. Why? It held the goods I'm supposed to sell. But here I am, stuck waiting for the buyer to show up.

"Kid, that you?" A gruff voice asked.

I turned my head to the right, locking eyes with a burly man who had a deep brown gaze.

"That's me," I replied after hearing the street name I chose to use. "You got the money?"

"Only if you have the guns." He shrugged.

I unzipped my sweater, holding up one semi-automatic machine gun and one sniper rifle. No scope though, I can't make glass out of metal.

"Damn," He whistled. "How'd you get your hands on those?"

I shrugged. "I have plenty of connections."

He laughed, handing me a thick wad of money. "So do I, Kid."

"Don't mention me," I huffed, handing him the weapons. "Okay?"

"Yeah," He sighed. "Whatever."

And then he walked off, new weapons in tow.

Now I know what you're thinking. 'Why'd you give a criminal guns?' But I'm not stupid. Sure I sold him guns, but they're all defective. Making functional guns with my quirk is too difficult. There are so many parts and I have no clue how to make all those parts, best I can do is make something that looks like a gun but doesn't shoot.

Also, I'm trying to become a hero, I can't be at fault if someone dies.

My phone buzzed and I put it to my ear.

"911 what's your emergency?"

I heard a sigh on the other end. "Tora, for the last time, 911 is what Americans call."

"Tenya!" I chirped. "What's up?"

"I was thinking of going out for ice cream and was wondering if you'd like to join me." Tenya replied.

"I'd love to," I said, grinning at my fat stack of cash. "It'll be my treat!"

"No, it will be my treat," Tenya argued. "My mother says that I should pay for girls."

I snorted in a very unladylike manner. "I'd say that's misogynistic but free is free ice cream, so I'm down."

"Same place as last time?" Tenya asked.

"Yep," I replied. "I'm actually not too far, I'll be there in fifteen."

"I am also quite close," Tenya said. "I'll see you in fifteen then."

"With your quirk you could probably be there in five minutes." I chuckled.

"True, but there's no fun in being there alone while I wait." Tenya sighed.

"Then I'll be sure I don't make you wait," I said. "Stay out of trouble."

Tenya laughed. "Yeah, because I'm the one who's trouble."

"Rude." I huffed, snapping my flip phone shut with a playful grin.

Then I booked it, determined on getting my ice cream.

A/N

Sorry about not updating for like a week. Too many ideas and not enough energy for it.

(Edited 2022.07.28)