(Song: Jon Bellion - All Time Low *Clean Version*)

The pro hero escorts me to a room with a sign marked "Ladies", and hands me a light grey jumpsuit. Thanking them, I step inside and begin undressing.

The suit is scratchy and uncomfortable, but I'm grateful for the hole made for my tail. I step out of the locker rooms and follow Thirteen out into an enormous courtyard. They lead me to a line of several other students.

One has a shaven-down head of black hair and a determined grin upon his face. The boy next to him is blonde, with teeth that seem to have no lips covering them. Weird, but I won't judge. Next to him is a stern-faced boy with red and white hair. On the left side of his face, a scar stretches from the part of his hair to his ear. In the middle of the red-tinted skin, a piercing blue eye looks down at the ground. His other eye is a rusty brown. He looks stern. Determined, but definitely not happy. He unzips the top to his tracksuit and clips a paper with the number '23' in bold black numbers. I shuffle forwards and stand next to him, earning a slight glance from him. He's so much taller than me...

I manage to snap back into focus as a piece of laminated paper is handed to me. The number on the paper is '12'. I clip it to my tracksuit and look up ahead as radio hero, Present Mic, begins talking.

"Okay, the written test of the reccommendation entrance exam is over! Next is the practical exam, and then the interview!" Present Mic booms in a chill tone. "You'll go six at a time for the practical. Go to the exam location when your number is called!"

"Okay, easy enough," I murmur, bouncing nervously on my toes.

"The exam will consist of a three-kilometer race! But, it's a course you won't be able to finish if you just run. Use your quirks freely to reach the finish line!" Present Mic throws his hands into the air before taking out a slip of paper and reading the numbers aloud. "16, 41..." The boy with shaven black hair jogs ahead to the exam area. "23, 12..." That's me! I nearly double over in fear, but manage to make my jello-like legs move forwards. Stumbling slightly, I head to the exam area alongside the red-and-white-haired boy.

Breathing deep, I step close to the start line, my sneakers digging into the soft dirt. I lift my arm around to the sky and bend over, touching my toes in a stretching position. The two boys from earlier line up beside me, but I hardly notice at all as I reach my hands into the sky. I kneel down into the running position and hold it for five seconds before switching to my other side. I continue stretching like normal as Present Mic steps up, ready to blow his whistle. All six teenagers (including me) bend into the running position. A horn blows.

Pressing my tail to the ground, I launch myself up and forwards. The black haired boy pulls ahead with staggering speed, wind whirling from his outstretched hands. I hold my arms up and grow my scales to cover the skin, dirt flying past and nearly blinding me. My feet touch the ground and I roll before getting back up and launching myself again.

Suddenly, shards of ice burst from the ground beside me, the red and white boy sledding past on their jagged surfaces. Fuck me, I'm gonna lose! I begin to panic.

An idea forms in my head as the blonde boy from earlier begins to catch up to me. Grabbing a hold of an ice shard, I launch myself up and swoop my tail downwards. The ground cracks and dust flies as my tail slams the ground, allowing me to push myself further ahead. My hair whips around my face as I fly closer and closer to the leading examinees. Grabbing another icicle, I push myself again, arms behind me as I fly. I stare dead into the eyes of the red and white haired boy before pushing forwards again, barely surpassing him and the leading boy.

The finish line is in sight now, fueling the intense adrenaline to win in all of our bones. The wind boy speeds up, and the ice boy follows suit. Upping my game, I use both hands to push myself again, sand flying into my eyes and nose. The buzzer rings loud in my ears as the whirlwind boy skids past the checkered line by a hair, followed by the ice boy and I.

Panting and gasping for air, I lay on the ground, the other three students only just now arriving.

"I... Made it..." I sigh, doubling over. "Third place, but I made it!" I throw my hands into the air, grinning.

The black haired boy hollers, "Yes! I won! But who knows what'll happen next time!" He turns to the second place winner, who has his head bowed. "You were amazing! Are you Endeavor's kid or something?That's amazing--"

"Shut up," The boy growls, balling his fists. His voice is like ice (no pun intended). "I just have to pass this test. I wasn't competing with you or anything." He stares straight ahead with dark eyes.

"You're in the way," He growls lowly before stomping off, leaving an awestruck boy in his path.

"Ouch..." I hiss slightly, biting my fingertips. Deciding to try and make things better, I jog to the boy with a wave. "H-Hey! I just wanted to say you were awesome out there! Your quirk is so cool!" I grin.

"Thanks." The boy says coldly, walking away.

"Double ouch." I pout slightly, shoulders slumped.

(A/N)

geT rEKd iNaSa

In order to make this, I had to have reader-chan in third place because it's set in stone that Inasa has to be first and Todoroki second. Plus, OP is lame. XD

Anyways, thanks for reading.

Peace.

✌

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Publishing date:

April 18th, 2019