Chapter Three

"I expect it to be large—" [Y/N] grunts when she slid her knees into the ground, throwing the small debris from her hand to the side afterwards a red card. She flicked a black towards a falling debris; it wasn't too big making the swap successful.

"—but not like this!" Another swap, each fling carried annoyance. This was careless, someone could lose a life! [Y/N] kept a distance from the Arena Trap as she continues to switch objects, the small debris and bottle coming back and forth to her.

The alarmed gratitude of the examinees who had no time to run when the attack started went from one ear to another for [Y/N] as they move past her. She stayed diligent, narrowed eyes shifting from checking those who were left behind then to the objects that she was switching.

"They should've thought about this more properly." Muttered the girl, running after the last person scurried away from the Arena Trap. All examinees were at the opened doors, safe and still terrified.

"Two minutes remaining."

[Y/N] had to double take, swearing she did not see a dark green hair ran to the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get back!" [Y/N] shouted with stern and worry. What could possibly be reason he returned? Face full of worry, it seemed like he was fixated something...

Panic welled in her chest when she saw them—under the chunks of ruined concrete, a bob-haired girl with two long strands framed her face. She was wincing, legs trapped under the rubble. [Y/N] had to think—fast. She can't just leave the girl and the other. No use of her Quirk, the large slabs were heavy, the only possibility is to go back and lift the side off the girl.

"I know you want to be a hero princess," Dirt slowly piled the lowered casket in the open ground as they watched with grief. [Y/N] felt a hand in hers; it made her eyes lift at her mother. She watched as the older woman drifted her eyes across the funeral ceremony where her dad is in a line among his co-workers, dressed in formal uniform of their service. They stood with intimidation and respect, the black scales on the man's cheekbones adding more flair. But underneath the stern eyes, clouds of loss loomed.

"But you can't save everyone."

[Y/N] almost tripped, a hand coming to grip the fallen concrete for support. She heard the trapped girl whine a little, quickly suppressing it to put her hands on the ground when she felt the wreckage being lifted. [Y/N] struggled yet never waver as the brunette crawled out. She neared her after, tension in her hands from exerted strength when suddenly a loud impact echoed in the arena, followed by harsh gust of winds. [Y/N] crouched at the girl's level, using her body to protect her from the blow in a swift motion, both hands clutching the sides of the girl's tracksuit jacket to make her stay in place.

It made [Y/N] tumble a little. She never felt and seen a Quirk so powerful. It shattered the windows, flew lampposts and railings, it made a huge impact that it left devastating surroundings. Heavy metal creaked and cracked from the Arena Trap Bot, making [Y/N] open her eyes to glance behind.

A gasp came out of her mouth. There was a crater embedded at the huge bot's face, it broke its line of sight and balance. A domino of explosions blew on its insides, then falling thankfully on its back. Dropping down on a high speed was also the boy from earlier, an arm and both feet flailing like ragdoll; eyes not closing but forming tears from the velocity.

He'll die! [Y/N] gritted at the thought, she can't do anything at this situation. Catching him even with a leverage and a jump would still result him losing his breath.

"Ne...close..." [Y/N] whipped her head down to the injured brunette; she lifted her upper body while her legs trembled as she tries to stand up. Immediately she helped her, an arm over the shoulders. [Y/N] had no idea what the girl was planning, but she didn't ask as she assisted her to walk close to a bot piece.

Seemed to be a chest part, [Y/N] can't tell. The injured girl placed a hand on it, a pink light flashes at each tip of her fingers then her trying to climb on it when it started to float.

[Y/N] sworn she saw rainbows in floating girl's vomit when she released her Quirk.

She soothed her back as both of them rested on top of the bot's chest, them and the boy now on solid ground. Not exactly how [Y/N] imagined—slapping the green hair by the cheek so the girl can activate her levitation on him to lessen the impact of the fall—but everyone was safe.

"You'll be fine." Assured [Y/N] to her when the latter sighed. A tired thanks was the reply which made [Y/N] smile a little. A sudden buzz followed by the automated voice announced that the practical entrance exams were over. By the doors, people gave way for two mini bots that had wheels as legs. They had a stretcher with them, carrying it in each end. It was obvious it was for the boy—he was alright, but his arm and legs said otherwise.

One of his tracksuit's sleeves was disintegrated, exposing his firm arm colored in a bruising purple up to his hand. His legs must be in the same hue too, underneath those pants and red shoes. [Y/N] cringed at the way his feet were positioned. She hopped off first before helping Gravity to stand on her feet. After that [Y/N] brought her attention to the boy.

"You are crazy." She commented, swinging his good arm around her shoulder then lifted him up to the stretcher with utmost gentle she can manage. A low wince escaped on the boy, earning a quiet apology from [Y/N].

Once settled in a comfortable position, [Y/N]—along with Gravity—watched the mini bots wheel him away from the arena.

"...hey." [Y/N] turned to the other girl, brows uplift. She had a hand on her stomach but managed to speak [Y/N]. "Thank you, again. Really."

"Not a problem." [Y/N] returned the smile, she went back over to the doors, the mini bots' figures becoming smaller as they move farther away. "You should thank him too. He helped us."

"Yeah..." Gravity followed [Y/N]'s gaze. "I hope he's okay."

The boy left [Y/N] thinking many possibilities and assumptions of his Quirk. It was powerful, yes, but lacked control. It was unusual, at this age anyone would've grasp how their Quirk works and find what basics can help to keep it at bay. Her gaze drifted to the diamonds between her knuckles as her and others walked through the pathway that leads to the entrance and exit of the campus. Quirks have limitations, and it can only be reduced if you're body adapted well on its effects. It was a great improvement at [Y/N]'s end, when she first swap objects that were heavier than her usual weight, the corners of the diamonds peeled her skin besides feeling a strain.

But for the boy...an immediate injury that puts him at risk. It'll be worse if he can't control it.

"Your mind never stops thinking, huh?" [Y/N] jolted at the sudden voice. Monoma was walking beside her, his own tracksuit replaced with his middle school uniform. It was unfamiliar to [Y/N] to what school he came from.

"Thinking about my Quirk?" He flaunted, eyes drifting back to the path. He continued speaking in second language with a tone of satisfaction. "It's no surprise I left someone breathless."

"In your dreams," Heat rose into her cheeks. [Y/N] ignored it and subtlety slow her pace a little to walk behind him. Thoughts about the former boy and his condition were gone in an instant, replaced with conspiracies about Monoma's Quirk.

"But now that you mentioned it..." She gripped the straps of her backpack, turning her head slightly to him. "You copy other's quirks."

"Only by touch. You hand was normal when you offered it to me." [Y/N] added after a pause, she observed if there was a reaction from Monoma about her conclusion. It made Monoma huff—unclear if it's amazement or catching him off guard, but it was followed by a hum to confirm the girl's scrutiny.

"Well said." Monoma remarked. His grin grew a little. "Here I figured you only passed the written test by showing your pretty face."

...

"Don't you like the food?" The question made [Y/N] look up from her plate. Her dad was staring at him, chopsticks in his hand while the other was holding a bowl of rice.

"O-oh, no. It's not that." [Y/N] fretted, immediately picking up her own utensils and using it to take a considerable size of cooked fish from her plate.

"You did well in the test, hearing from how you described it." Her mom spoke, before taking a sip of her soup. She lowered her voice later to add. "Except for that broken boy. The school should be sued."

"U.A. received many complaints in the past mom, I don't think they'll do something about this." [Y/N] replied with an apologetic smile.

Her mom pointed her chopsticks at her daughter, sternness in her eyes. "Which makes me wonder out of all schools, why choose that?"

"What?" [Y/N] dragged the word, glaring at her as she speaks in defense. "You guys always want the best for me. So, to be the best, choose the best!"

"That's not what we—" Light chuckles cut her mom, making her shake her head and let go of the banter.

"Anyways," [Y/N]'s dad started. He smiled at the two, shooting another question. "Who is it? The blush never left you since you came home."