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Outside, you stood with the other students. Mr. Aizawa was explaining the Quirk Apprehension Test, which you were all about to take.

"It's compromised of eight fitness tests," he described. "First up, is the 50-Meter Dash."

You stretched your hands outward before commenting, "I've been chasing Kacchan my whole life—this'll be no sweat." You got a weird look from the few students surrounding you.

"And then a Grip Strength, along with a Standing Long Jump. . ." he explained the rest. It didn't seem too hard, the only thing you were worried about was coming in last place. And you knew you probably would since your Quirk wasn't that useful for athletic stuff.

"Heh, be prepared to come in last place, nerd!" said Kacchan, as he slapped his hand against his fist in a threatening way. Izuku only squirmed with nervousness. "I'll blow ya back to last place before you can even say your own lame name!"

You reacted with the words, "Somebody's going to die tonight."

"Alright, it's time for the test to start," Mr. Aizawa informed, more apathetic than ever.

While all the students shuffled to their first round, you were thinking of a strategy. How would you get through the 50-Meter Dash? Hopefully, your opponent would be someone easy to beat. If they weren't, well then, you're screwed.

After watching several matches, it was your turn to run. You looked to see who your opponent was, and it was this guy named Rikido Sato.

"Hi there," he greeted in a kind manner.

"Wow, hi."

"I'm sorry, but I guess I'm gonna have to beat you now! No hard feeling though, right?" He let out an anxious laugh.

After the round, you beat him seven seconds before he even reached the finishing line. The fact you were smaller and swifter than him gave you an advantage. It was kind of sad, since he was certain he would win—but hey, that's how life is sometimes.

"Pffft," Eijiro couldn't help but snicker.

Rikido only sat down and pouted afterward.

Surprisingly, you got a decent score in most of the tests. Mainly because of pure luck, which somehow seemed to be on your side today. . . .

"Maybe I won't get last place!" you beamed to yourself. "It's almost like, the world is helping me out! Maybe this is a reward for all the nice things I've done for people!"

"IT'S LIKE THE WORLD HATES ME!" screamed Izuku, completely opposing your positive attitude. "I KEEP GETTING LAST PLACE!"

Turning to him, you attempted to encourage him. "Hey, you can't do worse than Mineta."

"Wow, thanks a lot," Mineta scoffed. "But just trust me, baby. When I get first place and become a strong, powerful hero—you'll be all over me and you'll regret not taking me when you had the cha—SCREEEEE!"

Kacchan interjected by punting him up into the air, causing the perv to sail off toward the sun. A confused expression appeared on your face.

Kacchan hastily defended himself with the words, "He was annoying me—that's all." Heading over, he found himself only to be teased by Eijiro and Denki.

Denki taunted, "Oooh, are you starting to have a thing for (Y/N)~? Getting all protective?"

"Oh, shut your face, rip-off Pikachu," he countered, with a barely visible blush.

"HE'S BLUSH—" Before Eijiro could finish his sentence, his cheek was slapped by Mr. Aizawa.

"Shut up, ya dang kid." He then pulled up his checklist. "Alright, next up is Ball Throw."

After some time, the test came to an end. You were all now waiting for your results to be shown. It sure made the adrenaline run through your veins, especially toward the end. Your friend, Izuku, did the most amazing thing with his Quirk. He powered up his launch, causing the ball to almost exactly match up with Kacchan's throw range. It was incredible, which sort of made you jealous (once again). If only your Quirk would let you do something that amazing. . . .

"Alright, here's your scores." Mr. Aizawa revealed them on an electric board. Everyone searched for their name, and which place they were in. Your heart raced as you slowly examined the list of names scrolling down. But that soon stopped once you found yours.

You were in third place, a spot above Kacchan's name.

Spitting out your drink, you violently choked. Kacchan started bellowing in a complete rage.

"HOW THE HECK DID SHE GET THIRD PLACE!?!? AND I GOT FOURTH!? THIS IS RIGGED, WHAT THE ACTUAL—"

"It's not rigged," Mr. Aizawa coolly confirmed.

Everyone was either gasping, whispering to each other, or screaming about the shocking results. They would have never thought in a million years, someone with a Quirk like yours, could beat Kacchan. . .in any test of any kind.

Kacchan approached you with a fiery glare. "EXPLAIN THIS."

"I—I don't even—" You were starting to feel lightheaded—your body went numb, and your mind was blank. It felt like a dream, but it wasn't. Because of all this, you blacked out. Ochako and a few other girls were shrieking in fear, but that soon stopped when the Recovery Girl entered the situation.

"Alright, don't crowd her! Tenya, Kirishima, help me get her to the infirmary, will you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Later, you took your time to wake up. When you saw your surroundings, you immediately knew it was the nurse's office.

"Oh, my—what happened!?" you asked with a bit of fear, hoping you didn't lose a leg or anything. You checked just to make sure.

"Poor dear, you fainted when you saw your results for the Quirk Apprehension Test. I can't believe you got third! We're all so proud of you," Recovery Girl kindly smiled.

"So, it wasn't a dream?" you wondered.

"Nope."

That was the part that puzzled you. How did you get such a good score if your Quirk was so. . .mediocre? Was Kacchan right from earlier? Was it rigged? You had so many questions.

"I'd like to talk to Mr. Aizawa, please," you told her.

"Alright, let me see if I can get him."

After waiting for some time, he arrived.

"What do you want, annoying child?"

You stood up with a self-assured demeanor. "Okay, explain what that was all about."

"Whaddaya mean?"

"The results! How did I get third place? We all know Kacchan and plenty of other students have better Quirks than mine—and—"

"If you weren't listening, it was for us to see where you were with your Quirks. So, shut up and stop asking questions—I'm tired and I wanna go to bed." He then snuggled himself back into his portable sleeping bag, before rolling off and down the stairs. You could hear the screeching of innocent students being knocked into.

Maybe I do have more power than I know. . . Looking down at your hands, you pretended like you were Elsa or something. "WHAT IS THIS POWER I POSSESS—"

"Uh, am I interrupting something?" asked Recovery Girl behind the door, with a scared expression.

You quickly tucked your hands behind your back, flushing with embarrassment. "Oh! Uh, nothin'. I was just playing around."

"Oki. . ."

The only thing you were nervous about, was going back to class. All your classmates would be all over you with questions and stuff. But maybe the spotlight wouldn't be such a bad thing. . . .

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*to be continued meme*