(I kept things white/grey so you can pick your own colour scheme) 

I found myself drifting when I was sketching, tip of the pencil wearing down as my body took over and my brain shut off. I moved my hand blindly in rough, experimenting strokes, and though my eyes were fixed on the drawing, they were unfocused and far away. 

"Uwoh! That's so cool!" I heard a loud chirp over my shoulder, at the shrill yell of excitement and the gentle hands clamping on my shoulder, I snapped out of my trance. Blinking in surprise I stared down at the sketch that I had come up with, glancing over my shoulder I spotted a class mate of mine, one I had noted from their visible quirk.

Skin tinged pink, eyes black around the iris and horns poking out of heavily curly hair. I recalled the paper I had been given a few days prior to the beginning of the term, the names and faces of my fellow students to refrain from any embarrassing introductions. I remembered her to be Mina Ashido.

I let out a nervous laugh and leaned back in my seat so she could see better, her yell of admiration for my drawing seemed to catch the attention of other, equally excitable students in the class. 

Apparently, I was the only one in class yet to design a costume. Everyone had bought their print outs, drawings of pictures compiled of cut outs of other costumes all put together from home and were simply waiting for time to be up to hand them in. 

I found myself surrounded by Tsuyu, Aoyama, Kaminari, Kirishima and Mineta. All chattering amongst themselves rather loudly, or rather, trying their best to chat to me over one another. Some complimenting the outfit, Tsuyu, other's complimenting the revealing aspect of it, Mineta. 

Placing the pencil down, I glanced up at the clock, only then noticing how much time had passed. The time was almost up at this point, Mr. Aizawa slowly rousing from sleep, standing up sluggishly, sleeping bag still wrapped tightly around his body. His eyes drooped tiredly and his hair was even messier than before.

"Time's up, hand in your designs and we'll send them off to the clothing department" he mumbled tiredly, finishing off with a wide yawn. There was the obnoxious sound of chair scraping against the floor as everyone got up to turn in their designs one by one. 

Once we had all returned to our seats, there was a not so neat stack of papers on the desk in front of him. He sighed and unzipped the sleeping back, kicking it aside once he had stepped out of it so he could straighten the papers. 

"Follow the maps, head down to the changing rooms, your gym clothes will be waiting for you there. Wait for me on the track field outside while I hand these in".

No one moved as we waited for permission to leave our seats, taking the stack of paper's in hand, Aizawa glanced up at us with a raised brow. 

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get a move on already".

Immediately everyone was jumping up and rushing out of the room, chattering loudly and excitedly as in excitement for practical study on the first day. I rubbed my arm nervously as I followed the group, who had memorized the maps, Yaoyoruzu and Lida, to the changing rooms.

We split off in to two groups, male's and female's, and headed to our respective changing rooms. Surely enough, laying on the wooden benches lining the walk ways, were the promised gym clothes. Folded neatly with a small card depicting our names printed out atop of our respective outfits.

Picking up the card that read my name, I placed the paper aside and picked up the jacket, biting my lip in nervousness.

"Hey, (Y/n) right? You okay?" came a gentle voice from beside me, I glanced to the side in surprise to see none other than the short haired brunette, Uraraka. I gave a nervously shaky smile "yeah, just a little nervous". 

She placed her hands on her cheeks and shook her head quickly "I know right? Me too" she whispered breathlessly. Full cheeks pinkening at the thought that she might end up embarrassing herself, I understood completely. 

We chatted idly as we changed into our gym clothes, beside the folded up clothes were a pair of trainers for all of us. I sighed as I leaned down to tie my laces "do you think they'll make us use our quirks on the first day?" I mumbled, glancing at her. 

Uraraka pulled her hair out from the neck of her jacket "uwahhh" she breathed out shakily, filling with nerves at the idea. 

"Probably" came Yaoyoruzu's voice, as she zipped up her jacket from my other side. Our attention was turned to her, as she sighed "from what I hear, those who had to get here admitted through the trials had to use their quirks". 

"We did" Uraraka chirped, shuddering at the memory "it was terrifying, we had to fight and save the other's, I almost got crushed!" she squeaked out in indignation. 

The raven haired female on the opposite turned to face us, already ready "they're testing us, pushing us to our limits, seeing how much of something we can take no doubt. Whether we're worthy of being heroes or just side kicks for the rest of our careers, or whether we could have a career at all".

"That's brutal" I found myself muttering under my breath. She sighed and closed her eyes "it is, but it's necessary". 

Before any other words could be exchange, the sound of a beeper went of, signalling that we had to get to the field because Aizawa had arrived. Zipping up my jacket, I glanced to the girls "ready?" I whispered.

"As we'll ever be". 

The boys had already arrived, waiting in a semi circle around Aizawa, we soon joined them, awaiting instruction. 

"Today is an endurance test, you'll perform different activities one by one and your score will be tested, there's no winning or losing--" he paused, trailing off before the corners of his lips turned up into an almost cruel smile "unless you count your pride". 

"We'll start off with a 100 meter dash, quirks are allowed, use them however you wish, but if you harm any of your class mates" his expression hardened once more "you'll be expelled". 

Gasped shot out throughout the crowd "expelled? Isn't that a bit unfair" came Yaoyoruzu's hesitant mumble. Aizawa looked over at her, gaze piercing "we' re developing heroes, not villains, show cruelty, you'll be expelled, that's that".

"No more chit chat! Get to it! You're being timed, you know?" he held up a stop watch in hand, not even waiting for us to get into position before pressing down on the button. 

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Around an hour had passed of doing nothing but sports activities, most had decided to use their quirks for certain parts. I myself, was unable to, during one of the experiments I did discover damaging my own body didn't make me able to manipulate to my will. 

If I kicked myself in the shin, I wasn't able to manipulate my own feet to be able to run faster. Therefore, for all of the running, jumping and other such tests, I hang back, in the lower score. 

As we finished the last task, I leaned over, hands on my knees. Panting heavily, coughing at the lack of moisture in my throat, as I looked over, I could see the boy who had been in the back with me the entire time was hardly affected. 

He sent me a worried a sympathetic gaze, patting my back gently "are you okay?" he whispered as Aizawa drabbled on. I gave a reassuring smile "yeah, just never done so much in such a short time" .

He gave a small understanding smile "My name's Midoriya Izuku, but most people just call me Deku" he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. 

Recovered, I stood up straight and smiled brighter in his direction "(Y/n)" I nodded in his direction as Aizawa rose his voice to explain the last activity. 

"This is the last activity, the only one where we use a tool" he held up a ball, throwing it up and catching it repeatedly "all you have to do is throw it, far as you can, quirks are allowed, do whatever you want to the ball, begin" he threw the ball to the first person in the crowd. 

The activity was going mostly well, everyone using their quirks to blast the ball out of the sky, the most impressive distance was Uraraka's, with her anti gravity power, she sent the ball floating infinitely. 

I grinned and clapped quietly so as not to trigger Aizawa's anger, she blushed sheepishly and joined my side. 

The other notable quirk, had to be that of Katsuki Bakugou, who had used his explosive quirk to send the ball shooting off with a heavy explosion. 

"Good luck, Deku" he mumbled as he passed, voice laced with venom, my brows furrowed in irritation at his behaviour as the next ball was thrown into Midoriya's hands.

He took a shaky breath, staring down at the ball as he took position at the first line, painted on the dirt ground.

Aizawa leaned to towards him to whispered something in his ear, and watching how he tensed, eyes lower and brows furrowing, low lip trembling as he threatened to shed tears. 

Reeling his hand back behind his head, my eyes widened at the sight of the veins in his index finger bulged, glowing and sparking with an incredible purple shade. He held his breath, cheeks puffing slight before he threw his arm forward.

There was a pause, almost comical how the ball seemed to stop as it left his hand, before shooting off with a loud bang. It broke the sound barrier, the ball disappeared from sight, and my jaw dropped.

Izuku let out a paint hiss, his finger had turned a nasty purple colour, I recognized the pain as a broken bone.  

I blinked in surprise, could his quirk be something like mine? Pain caused by the use of a quirk? 

"Midoriya, go to the medical bay to see Recovery girl" Aizawa sighed, and once again he mumbled something to Deku, and I could see his back straighten as though he was brightening up before drooping once again and he made his way back inside to head to the med bay. 

"Alright then, last contestant" A new ball was thrown in my direction, I fumbled to catch it, fingers trembling and hands sweating in nervousness. 

Taking my place at the starting line, I could feel my chest tighten in fear or humiliating myself, hairs on the back of my neck rising as I felt the eyes of the entire class on my figure, watching my closely. Analysing and impatiently waiting for my quirk to show itself. 

Clutching the ball tighter in my right hand, I slowly pushed up the sleeve of my left arm with my teeth, revealing my lower arm. 

I could hear the confused whispers of the people in my class as they watched my actions closely, I took a deep breath, glaring down at the ball. This part was never easy, I eyed in disdain at the scars that littered my arm. 

Raising the ball over my head, I squeezed my eyes closed and grit my teeth before I slammed the hard baseball down on my arm. 

"E-EHHH?!"