It was the day of the test. I was so terrified, horrified, and unqualified. I was totally gonna flunk it because all the guys I studied with were so drop-dead hot and I studied their beautiful faces rather than the actual content!!!!!!

I changed into my uniform and headed out, totally forgetting to eat breakfast. But I found some Smarties on the sidewalk and ate them. But it wasn't sustaining.

The more I thought about the test and how hard it would be—the more depressed and dissociated I became. So, I flopped on the sidewalk, facedown, and just stayed there. I considered calling my therapist, but I was too crippled to reach for my phone. I just sniffled and became totally stress-paralyzed.

Around that time, the sidewalk started to vibrate. And I heard muffled boss music approaching.

"Why do I hear boss music?" I asked myself.

Katsuki swerved up and screeched to an idle beside me. Eijiro, Denki, and Fumikage were sitting in the back, vibing on top of the bass speakers.

Katsuki, who was eating Hot Cheetos, shouted, "Hop in, loser! We're goin' to ace the final!"

I took one look at his beat-up jalopy spray-painted black with red flames and tires that were taller than me. To make matters worse, he had a hydraulic system that caused the backend to go up and down. His seats were covered with zebra-print fur and I think some hot Cheetos were scattered across the floor and dashboard.

"I'm too depressed," I moaned, reaching my arm out.

"Fine, princess." So, he hopped out and lifted me up off the ground and tossed me in the front seat like a leftover churro.

His steering wheel looked like a circular chain and he had fuzzy dice hanging from his rearview mirror.

"Change the song," Denki whined.

"Change it yourself, peasant," Katsuki scoffed.

So, Denki reached over from the back and accidentally stuck his hand in the hot cheese Katsuki was using to dip his hot Cheetos in.

"GROSS! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!?!?" Denki screamed, yanking his hand back, causing the cheese sauce to fly all over Katsuki's newly installed neon speaker system.

"I JUST PAYED THAT OFF!!! VIBE CHECK!" he threw a punch at Denki while still driving, causing the car to skeet off the road.

Fumikage yelled, "STOP! IM MEDITATING!"

Eijiro clutched his bag of Taki's and screamed as the vehicle rocketed down a sloped road that came to a four way stop.

"KATSUKI!!! LOOK!!" I squealed, pointing at the four way stop.

Katsuki slammed on the brakes but they went out, so he rolled down the window and blasted the tires out with his Quirk.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU PULL THE EMERGENCY BREAK, GENIUS!?" Eijiro yelled as his Taki's erupted into the sky to never be seen again. "MAH TAKI'S!!!!"

"MAH BLING!!!" Katsuki screeched as his clunky dollar sign chain necklace flew off his head, hit Fumikage in the face, and joined the Taki's.

Finally, Katsuki pulled the emergency break and we came to a screeching halt in front of the school. We flipped over a few times and grazed All Might's brand-new Ferrari that had a custom paint job of his face, causing his nose to look like it had been scraped off.

The car tipped back onto its blown up tires and fizzled, pretty much dead, never to be driven again.

I would never ride with this lunatic again.

After a pause, Katsuki said, "Okay, we here."

Katsuki didn't have to open his door because it blew off a few yards back. As everybody exited the totaled piece of junk, I plopped out, more depressed than ever.

"Thanks for the ride, Bakugou," Fumikage thanked as he casually walked off.

"Y'ALL NEED TO CHIP IN FOR GAS!" Katsuki yelled as the car burst into flames. "Never mind."

I was still in distress, hoping someone would notice me because this test was harder than I could bear. And I hadn't even started it yet! So, Eijiro picked me up and gave me a piggyback ride to the main hall where my locker was.

"Hnnngh," I whimpered, sounding like beached whale.

"Don't let it get you down, (Y/N)! There, there. Just keep an eye out during the test."

"Whyyyyy?" I moaned.

"You'll see," Eijiro said as he winked.

"Wha?" I was confused. What did he mean? I looked around and saw the guys acting suspiciously in the hallway. "What're they doing?"

"Probably nothing. . ."

Well, gang. Looks like we have a mystery on our hands.

"Hey, Bakugou, you won't believe what I came up with!" Denki chirped.

"What, idiot?" Katsuki spat as he squirted cheese sauce all over his hot Cheetos.

"I'm gonna cheat on the test. Look." Denki turned around and lifted up his shirt to reveal that he had gotten his entire back tattooed in henna ink with the answers to the test. "I tattooed the answers on my back! I'm totally gonna pass."

"Way to go, genius. How ya gonna read 'em?"

"Woah. That is most non-tubular, dude."

"It's also most non-smart, dude!" Katsuki mocked.

Mineta then walked by, seeing Denki's back. "Yo! Are those the answers? Can I sit behind you?"

"Why don't you just screenshot them so everybody could have them?" Denki suggested with a smirk.

"Cool!" Mineta took out his DSi and snapped a picture of it. "Thanks, dude. You rock." But the picture was so small and pixelated—Mineta couldn't use it anyway.

"I got the answers on the bottom of my shoe!" Deku smiled, running up to the conversation. But he stepped in a puddle of water and smeared the ink. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

"Way to go, genius. You'll have to recopy it," Katsuki scorned.

"Well, what're you gonna do, smart guy?" Hanta smirked.

"I got the answers written inside my Cheeto bag."

"You can bring in food?" Denki asked.

"Not if you don't get caught."

Tenya then walked up and said. "Hello, friends. Ready for the test?"

"Dude, what's with your glasses?" Denki pointed out.

"Oh, nothing at all! Why do you ask?"

"Cuz you got something written in Sharpie on your lenses."

"Hush, hush. No time for that. Nothing to see here," he said as he ran into a locker on the way to the classroom.

At that time, I got piggyback ridden their way by Eijiro.

"Heyyyyyy," I sobbed.

"Don't worry, I have your back, (Y/N)," Eijiro reassured me one again.

"How sooooo?" I whined.

"If the answer is A, I'll cough once. If it's B, I'll slide my hand through my hair. If it's C, I'll wink. If it's D, I'll blow a kiss."

"Wow, you know the answers?" I wondered.

"Mineta sent me a copy of Denki's back."

I was mildly concerned.

"Alright, kids. The test is about to start. You have three more minutes until then," Mr. Aizawa announced.

Shouto was wearing a super baggy hoodie with mannequin hands sticking out of the sleeves which were obviously smaller and more feminine than his real ones.

"What's that?" Deku asked.

"My hands, whaddaya think?"

"Seriously? Then throw a flame ball with it," Katsuki challenged.

"I can't use my Quirk in school," Shouto excused.

"Then shake my hand."

"I'm not touching your Cheeto fingers, freak."

So, Shouto placed his plastic lady hands behind his head and waltzed into class sideways, trying not to draw attention to himself. Mr. Aizawa was in his sleeping bag, so he must have not cared.

We all gathered in class before the test started and had a few minutes to talk amongst ourselves.

Yuga rushed in with a baby blue cast that looked like it had a zipper. It was curiously scribbled all over in the same handwriting.

"Oh! Excuse my poor, pitiful arm!" he cooed, throwing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

"Oh, what happened!?" Mina gasped.

"I sprained le wrist!"

"How?" Ochako worried.

"Trying to, er—install le disco ball! Until my poor legs fainted and I plummeted to le shag carpet~!!"

"Sounds like a pile of rubbish to me," spat Katsuki.

"Non! Non! I no lie! 'Twas a tragic evening for moi!" he cried crocodile tears.

"It's about to get more tragic for you if you don't get outta my face!"

Yuga quickly shuffled to his desk and tried to act casual.

Finally, the test was starting. I was so stressed out since half the class was cheating and I knew nothing. I had to rely on Eijiro's system to pass. But I must have gotten out of sync somewhere because when he winked at me three times in a row, I got confused because I thought he was flirting with me rather than giving me the answers. So, I tried to glimpse around for someone else to help me.

Suddenly, without even having to ask, all the guys were starting to compete against each other over who would give me the answers first.
Katsuki hurled a hot Cheeto my way with a piece of paper tied to it, giving me some answers—but he didn't number any of them so I just facepalmed.
Mineta pictochatted me a picture of Denki's back, but it was all blurry from being passed around to everyone, so it just looked like a blob of color.
Deku propped his feet up on the desk beside him so I could see the answers on the sole of his shoes, but they were so smeared from stepping in water, I couldn't make any of it out.

I was gonna flunk so bad.

Shouto was using his phone underneath his hoodie while he placed his fake hand on the desk to make it seem normal. But once he saw I was in a pickle, he quickly wrote all the answers on the plastic arm and reached the mannequin hand out to me as if I was supposed to shake its hand and read the answers at the same time (without the teacher noticing).

So, I shook the hand but it accidentally fell out of the arm of Shouto's jacket and he screamed inside. I just chucked it across the room and it flew out the window. We could hear Principal Nezu scream from down below.

Fumikage was using Dark Shadow to google the answers on his cellphone and tell himself. Hanta had written all the answers on tape, pretending they were Band-Aids. Tenya kept trying to take off his glasses to read the answers, but since he didn't have on his glasses, he couldn't read them. Denki was using a mirror to try to read his back, but that was failing miserably.

Mr. Aizawa was asleep the entire time, so he didn't notice a thing.

At five minutes till three, the warning bell rang, causing Mr. Aizawa to wake up and scan the room for cheaters. Whether he noticed or not, he probably didn't care enough to waste time dealing with it.

"Alright, time's up. Turn in your papers, freaks. If you failed, you're a loser."

Everyone tensed up and turned in their papers, trying to look as normal as possible.

"Guys, do you think I'm gonna fail?" I whimpered, holding my hands. "I only answered one question. . ."

The guys said in unison, "But I gave you all the answers!"

"But none of them were the same. I—I can't take it! I'm gonna flunk!" So, I passed out on the floor from anxiety, stress, and depression (again).

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*freestyle dance teacher dancing*