Ayanokouji in MHA

Soon, all the students had boarded the bus, and we were on our way to Battle Center F.

The person who had sat next to me had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was of average height. He introduced himself as, Neito Monoma, then tried to keep up a conversation with me, asking if anyone was sitting beside me or how I felt about the exam, but the Battle Center turned out to be surprisingly close to the school, cutting the conversation short.

"I guess we're here already, I thought we would have more time." The blonde-haired boy said, feigning disappointment at the short bus ride. "Oh hey, while I have you here—what's your quirk? Mine's called 'Copy'. It works as it sounds, I can copy people's quirks by touching them, only for about 5 minutes though."

"i take it you're asking that because you'd like to copy my quirk?"

"Yup, that's right! Since my usage period is pretty short it'd be helpful to have a person's quirk before the actual exam starts." He replied, leaning forward instinctively with the motion of the stopping bus.

From a single glance, I could tell Monoma's quirk required touch to work, though its ability to copy quirks wasn't something I could deduce just by observing his soul. 

I didn't mind if he wanted to copy my quirk, but it wasn't exactly beginner-friendly. 

The shapeshifting ability disrupts nerves, veins, and arteries, which can cause irreversible damage or even death. To make matters worse, my quirk doesn't automatically restore the body to normal, so if you're just an average person, you need to use it with extreme caution.

"yeah, go ahead." I told him nonchalantly.

A smile spread across Monoma's face as my words played like music through his ears, he placed his hand on top my shoulder, and instantly noticed something different activating my quirk.

"You know, you didn't actually explain you're quirk when I asked. So, um... what is it exactly?" He asked, looking at other people on the bus, slightly embarrassed for some reason.

"my quirk, 'soul manipulation,' lets me see and control souls, even my own. i wouldn't recommend trying to use the manipulation aspect, though—it doesn't automatically return things to normal, and the process can be extremely painful." I replied, watching as he extended his finger slightly, the blood visibly swelling from it.

(Edit)

"OWW!" He shouted in agony, gripping his long finger with his other hand.

"if you mess up the process, it could result in irreversible damage or even death, so be careful if you decide to use it. though, if you're unable to restore your finger on your own, not using it would be the safest option." I added, looking at his pained face.

A few more seconds go by as I patiently waited and watched as he tried, and failed to heal his disfigured finger. It was obvious he wouldn't be healing it anytime soon.

I reached over, gently touching his hand, and swiftly healed the shapeshifting injury.

His finger twitched slightly as the pain faded away.

"I probably shouldn't have ignored your warning, huh?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was curious just how much it would hurt, and that was probably one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. How do you manage to use your quirk when it's that painful?"

"i always have my pain receptors suppressed till the point that i feel nothing, so i don't actually feel any of the pain from shape shifting." I answered as Monoma and I stepped off the bus, with the other students following us toward the entrance gates of Battle Center F.

There wasn't much time until the exam officially started, I chose to wait alone on the side, while Monoma went around talking to several other exam takers.

"Right, let's start!" President Mic shouted, causing the other participants to look over at the speaker playing his loud voice. "Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles! Run, run run, listeners! You're wasting air time here!"

The moment President Mic announced that there was no timed start, all the participants forced their way through the city gates.

Apparently, we we're supposed to rush in immediately.

Pushing and shoving each other with a mad frenzy, the examinees surged through the streets, driven by desperation. Surprisingly, most of the participants in this city didn't seem to have very powerful or flashy quirks, choosing to run normally towards their evaluators rather than boost themselves with their quirk.

UA had a reputation for housing students with highly impressive and visually stunning quirks, so it was a real shock when I realized that most of the students here had quirks that were relatively weak overall, but would be useful for catching villains.

In the few minutes I have spent standing atop this building, I've observed several quirks; invisibility, illusion, a human taser, Monoma's copy quirk, paralysis, and my own soul manipulation. 

None of these are entirely useless, but most wouldn't stand much of a chance against some giant robots. 

There seems to be a pattern here.

Well, whatever.

I should probably stop wasting time observing and collect some points before the exam finishes.

Jumping off from the four story building, I glided down towards a small group of 1 point evaluators. It seemed like a lot of the testers wearing lower point armbands intentionally banded to avoid making it easy for the contestants to score points.

The first group I encountered was a team of four relatively low-ranking heroes with a final point total of 9. A surprise attack would have been the most effective, but heroes in this world value fairness, so I opted on landed gracefully in front of them.

One of the shorter faux villain moved toward me, slinging his bat over his shoulder in the casual manner of a delinquent or classic villain. His outfit was a striped uniform reminiscent of a baseball jersey, and he wore a gas mask with slits for eyeholes.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Slugger said, with a mock villain voice. " A wittle baby hero thinks he's good enough to tackle our infamous villain league alone does he?"

His teammates visibly cringed at his poor act.

"Slugger, that was actually terrible, just keep your mouth shut man." Rock Lock replied, annoyed at having his squad member poorly act like a villain.

"I dunno about that, Rock Lock. At least he's in got the right spirit for this type of thing. Even if they didn't say we had to act like villains, we might as well have some fun with it." Eel boy, who was standing on Rock Locks right, added happily.

Rock Lock pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated by his teammates' unprofessional behavior. And I had to agree with him, their acting was so bad there basically wasn't any point in continuing the act.

They've also stopped paying attention to me as they continuously bickered. I hadn't planned on making a surprise attack, but it's not really my fault if they were the ones who stopped paying attention.

Without any warning, I sprinted toward the one with the most annoying quirk. Rock Lock didn't even have time to process what was happening before my fist struck his solar plexus. I grabbed his armband and, in the same motion, flung his reeling body at Eel Boy.

Eel Boy caught his teammate just in time, preventing him from hitting the ground. he rescue left him off-balance for a brief moment—long enough for me to take advantage. While his arms were still occupied, I sprinted to his side and swiftly grabbed his armband, leaving him standing frozen, hesitant to act in fear of accidentally harming Rock Lock with his quirk.

"Dammit!" He cursed, realizing his mistake as he dropped Rock Lock, freeing himself—too late to make a difference. I had already moved onto my next target.

Unlike the first two faux villains, Slugger had more time to prepare for my attack. Dropping the baseball, likely realizing he couldn't afford to play around, he assumed a Taekwondo stance, his metal gauntlet extended in front of him.

Grabbing onto his green gauntlet, I left myself wide open, which puzzled both him and Backdraft. Seizing the moment, Slugger latched onto me while Backdraft unleashed a powerful water stream aimed directly at my side.

I didn't bother moving, allowing the forceful water stream to enter through a hole in my chest and strike Slugger. The brief impact left him winded, giving me the opening to shift my weight into my leg, reinforce my foot, and land a solid kick to his shin.

"GHAARRGH!" Slugger yelled in agony, kneeling down he held both hands over his shin, allowing me easy access to his armband.

Backdraft was the last to stand. While known for his rescue ability rather than fighting skills, he was a ranged hero and my technical counter. He shot multiple bursts of high-powered water at me, all of which were easily dodged, since he struggled against fast opponents. 

As I closed in, he attempted to create space. It was too late. I reached out and molded the hose spigots that he had as hands in on each other, preventing him from using his quirk. From there, removing his armband was effortless, as easy as stealing a gummy bear from a baby after scamming them with a false answer.

The faux villains were stunned into silence, watching me with wide open mouths, as I casually stole all their armbands in around a minutes time. Except for Slugger, who was till whimpering about the shin kick that I had seemingly put too much force into.

The four of them had probably planned to lose, sure. Intending on putting up a bit of a struggle before eventually handing over their points, a part of the exam's design, I imagine. But instead of that, they were defeated effortlessly, two of whom had barely any time to react before losing their armbands. The shock and disbelief of losing to a student who wasn't supposed to have any real training yet, was written all over their faces.

Backdraft, despite his mask obscuring his expression, was the most shocked of them all, quickly transitioning from confusion to concern. His quirk, which let him shoot water from his hose-like hands, was now useless, as his hands had been fused inward, cutting off the water from exiting. 

His quirk would be entirely useless and would stay that way unless I decided to revert it.

Which is what I did. For the same reason that I didn't just immediately incapacitate the other faux villains that I had stolen arm bands from—it was only an exam, after all. I had briefly considered whether or not to leave him like that for the rest of the exam, and decided against it, as it could be taken the wrong way if I had accidentally forgot to revert it later on.

And without any words being exchanged between me and the faux villains, I turned my back on them, leaving to continue my point collecting task. 

Flying through the city at a dove's pace, I switched tactics to target exam testers that were already engaged in fights with other examinees, completely abandoning my previous strategy of choosing to fight fair and honestly. Hovering over the battles, I patiently waited for the tester's guard to slip, then swoop down to steal their armband before they could notice.

The whole strategy was simple; most people already struggled to focus on a single opponent, so adding one who could fly by in less than a second was nearly impossible to defend against. I stuck with this method, steadily accumulating points, until I was confident that no one else in the city had more than I did.

Then, suddenly, while I was resting on top of a building, the ground began to rumble, and a menacing laughter echoed throughout the city. The voice, smooth and moderately high-pitched with a confident, teasing undertone, caught my attention—it was someone I knew.

Mt. Lady. 

A hero that's recently been gaining popularity, especially among the young male demographic. Her quirk allows her to grow to a height of 67 feet, or roughly the size of a seven-story building.

"Mwahahahaha~! Prepare yourselves, you tiny little hero chicks—you're up against me, the super-duper evil, Mt. Lady!" She declared in a provocative pose, only to watch every examinee within a 100-meter radius scatter in the opposite direction. "Wait! Hey! Don't run away already I just got here!" She yelled, her disappointment evident.

Mt. Lady let out a large exaggerated sigh as the fleeing students ran in zig-zag patterns through buildings in a desperate attempt to avoid her.

"What? No one's brave enough to take on lil ol' me? You're all supposed to be aspiring pro heroes, aren't you? Not some scared little babies that run back to their mommy every time they get scared." She added, placing her hands on her hips to act disappointed.

For the second time, Mt. Lady went completely ignored by the fleeing students, causing her to stomp her foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum. Safe to say the violent tremors that were caused by her little tantrum wasn't going to be convincing anyone to stay and fight.

She paused mid-tantrum, spotting a small group of students resting inside of the shadows at the back of a building. They froze as they relieved they were spotted by her, as she put on a wicked smirk.

"I found you~." As if her words were a magic spell, the students that were frozen in fear, ran away with all their might, even though they knew it would be useless. "Don't think I'll let you brats go that easily~." She sadistically taunted, wrapping her giant hands around one of them.

Caught in the hands of a giantess with no hope of escape, the boy was lifted into the air by one of his arms and was forced to endured each of Mt. Lady's finger flicks to his stomach. The overwhelming different in power meant he had no choice but to play dead and accept his fate.

Children are easily distracted.

They're eyes flit from one thing to another, captivated by whatever they put their tiny little eyes on. A new tool, light shining off of a reflective surface, a cute toy watching them from an upper shelf. Their eyes fixate on thing, drawn in completely, only to abandon it the moment something more interesting catches their attention.

Mt. Lady is no different.

The boy she had toyed with was discarded just as quickly as he had caught her attention. Disposed of with a thoughtless flick of her wrist, she dropped him to the ground, her gaze now fixed on me—the prized toy she couldn't ignore, adorned with a large collection of armbands.

Her bored expression changed instantly, replaced with a malicious smirk, as she stood up to her full, towering height. She started moving toward me with slow and seductive strides. 

I kept walking toward the kid who had gathered an impressive number of armbands. 

Honestly, he threw me off for a second. Most of these wannabe baby heroes scattered the moment I so much as looked at them while gigantified, but this guy? He just sat there, staring up at me like I was gonna be as weak as those other testers. I quickly ruled out the idea that he was too scared to move—he wasn't frozen in place. He simply didn't feel the need to react, even when I was standing over him, only a few meters away.

I crouched down, lowering myself to his level—or at least as close I could manage without accidentally destroying any buildings. He didn't even flinch, his apathetic eyes looked back into mine, I narrowed my eyes on him, trying to guess what he's thinking.

He's kinda cute actually.

Hold up, that's not what's important..

Why isn't he moving? 

Maybe he's thinking that running would be useless? After all, at my size, realistically only people with a speed quirk could outrun me. Then again, why wouldn't he be hiding, he might not be able to outrun me, but hiding inside of a building would work out better anyway.

Is it his quirk? Maybe he has some kind of defensive ability that he'll activate if I get too close—is he waiting for me to make the first move, so he can counterattack?

That could be it.

Mmmm.

Although, wouldn't that would be too obvious? I doubt he'd be able to gather that many armbands if his quirk was mostly defensive.

Is he overconfident? Thinking that I wouldn't be able to beat him anyway, so there's no point in running? He has a bunch of different armbands that he must of stolen from that other contestants. 

This would make sense too.

Ugh, I'm not smart enough to figure this out. I might as well just ask him.

I leaned back a little, resting my arms onto another building. "What's your deal kid?" I asked bluntly, a small smirk welded on my face. "Are you too scared to do anything?"

Suddenly, he got up from his sitting position, and lunged at me. My eyes widened for a split second, and before I could even fully react, I instinctively caught him mid-air, my hand wrapping around his body as he quickly started struggling in vain. 

A sign of my amazingness.

(Edit)

"That was pretty clever little move, huh? Trying to catch me off guard by staying still for a bit. You think you can pull a fast one on me? Heheheh." I said, mocking his poor attempt.

I raised him higher, my smirk unfaltering.

"It was a good try kid, but you're not the first person to that trick on me. I'm not so much of a rookie that you could surprise attack me like that."

I tightened my fist's hold around his body, not enough that it would cause any actual damage to him, rather the same way you would squish a jam-filled donut without crushing it.

At least, that was where I had planned on stopping.

I stared at him, growing more annoyed by the second. I thought for sure he'd show some signs of fear once his surprise attack failed and I had him in my grasp, yet he didn't even seem to acknowledge the growing pressure I was applying.

"Come on." I whispered, disappointed at his lackluster reaction. 

Debating if it was worth increasing my grip strength on him any harder. He may end up kicking the bucket, if I apply too much force to his body. Yet, his lackluster reaction suggests to me that he hasn't been very effected by being squished under overwhelming pressure.

Weighing the pro's and con's of continuing of increasing the amount of strength I'm outputting.

They were completely negative. 

Good enough for me.

I continued squeezing his body harder, just enough to force some sort of reaction from him, and that response was... his body going completely limp.

Fuck.

His head dropped forward, and his body was completely still almost like a ragdoll. 

Did I kill him? Is he dead? Oh god, why did I think that was a good idea?

I leaned in closer, inspecting his unresponsive figure, praying to god he wasn't dead. Then the strangest thing happened. His lifeless form started to decompose—no, it was more like his body was losing its structure, turning into a liquid... was he melting?

"What the hell?" I whispered, very confused as to what was going on.

His once solid body had completely liquified, the eerie fluid slipping through my fingers, and dripping to the ground like water. Glancing down, I expected to see the puddle of human liquid forming near my feet—but there was nothing. Instead, the liquid was disappearing, almost like it was instantly evaporating.

I turned my hand over, trying to confirm that what I was seeing was really happening. 

There was still a bit of fluid left, and it's seeping into my haaaaaa—

...

...

...

Ugh...

What the hell...

Where am I..?

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in an impossibly bizarre place. The space had no walls, only a swirling black fog marked by thin scratches that let faint glimmers of random colored light shine through.

There was no frame of reference in my mind to compare it to, for what I was seeing.

I tried to move next, though my body felt... incomplete. Everything below my chest was shrouded in a purple fog, similar to one I could see all around me, yet different. It was also around my mouth for whatever reason.

I couldn't speak, couldn't feel my legs or chest or lungs. The fog had taken over almost every inch of my body. It didn't scare me though—it felt almost like it has always been this way, as if those parts of me had never existed in the first place.

Weirdly enough, I could still move, despite not having any actual legs to walk with.

As far as I could tell, there wasn't anything in front of me, so I took a quick look around the space, my attention was instantly drawn to a pink-haired figure standing right behind me. 

It was him.

The boy was standing a close distance away from where I was, facing away from me, his body now fully intact. No sign of the liquid, no sign of the melting mess that was seeping through my hands moments ago, and no fog similar to mine that was covering his body. 

(Edit)

He wasn't partly naked like I was, wearing the same clothes he was wearing earlier.

Hold on, is this space created by this son of a bitch's quirk?

Why else would I be half-naked, while he gets to wear a fucking suit.

Forgetting that I currently couldn't talk, I tried cussing out at him, and unexpectedly got ignored. Then I reached out to tap his shoulder, and successfully grabbed his attention.

Turning around, his eyes meet mine with a bored expression. 

He stared at me silently for a moment, pervertedly scanning me up and down in... confusion? Then opened his mouth slowly to talk, yet no sound escaped past his lips. 

His eyes widened slightly in surprise as his hand moved to his throat, fingers gently pressing against his windpipe to check if something was wrong. He opened his mouth again, but once more, no sound emerged. After his second failed attempt, he gave up entirely on talking, dropping his hands down to his sides. 

Huh?

Was this place not made from his quirk then? 

Did he just get sucked into this place with me? 

Did I get melted too or something?

I raised my hand up to my head, massaging my forehead in annoyance.

We aren't going to get anywhere standing around in silence.

Trying to take the lead to solve this mystery, I waved my hand in front of him, motioning with my hands, attempting to question him through basically a game of charades.

I tapped his chest multiple times to indicate that I was talking about him. 

Then I swung my hand out while doing a 360, and pointed to the ground, trying to say this area.

Finally I slowly tapped on my temple, and repeated the whole charade one more time, to make sure he understood what I was trying to ask him.

He watched me without blinking as I went through my over the top gestures. His face remained the same, yet he tilted his head the same way a dog would to show his confusion.

Seriously?

I thought I was being super clear on what I was asking.

I looked away from him in frustration, my fists clenching tightly at my waist. After tapping my foot against the ground a few times, I decided to try the charade again, this time moving at a slower, more calm pace, and acted it out more exaggerated.

And what did he respond with?

Another blank stare, followed by that infuriated little head tilt of his.

Is he fucking stupid? 

How can anyone possibly be this dumb? I mean, sure, we're stuck in some weird mute fog world, and that could cause him some distress, but I'm literally spelling it for you! And he doesn't look like he cares at all! 

Why is it so impossible for him to understand these ridiculously simple gestures?! Does that head of his lack a brain inside of it or something?!

He's got to be the dumbest high-schooler I've ever met.

I couldn't keep looking at him—just seeing his pink hair and blank expression made me angrier by the second. How about instead of just standing there looking stupid, you try to communicate something to me, you clueless idiot.

Deep breaths. Take deep breaths, Yu. He's just a child. 

I can't fucking breath.

God dammit.

The teenager curled his index finger over his lips in a thinking pose, looking vaguely off in the distance, before clapping loudly to grab my attention. He raised both his palm and index finger to up near my face.

I narrowed my eyes, expecting him to make a poor alternative attempt to communicate with me using his own hand gestures. Instead, to my surprise he began carefully shadow tracing the word 何 on his palm as if writing in the air.

I think he wrote 'what'.

Oh my god, am I the stupid one? Am I dumber than I high-schooler? 

Why didn't I think of doing that?

I didn't waste a second before switching his to method of non-verbal communication, quickly tracing the word 'ど?' on my wrist, waving my finger outward toward the foggy surroundings. 

He glanced at my palm, then back at me, shook his head, and shrugged.

Okay good, he doesn't know where we are either.

Well, that's not actually good. 

Moving on.

Next, I shadow-wrote '最' and '思', then tapped on the side of his head, trying to ask what he last remembered. Knowing this was a lot more complex to read invisibly off someone's palm, I made sure to rewrite it a few times, just in case he didn't get it.

He took a while to register what I was asking, which wasn't surprising. His expression stayed neutral, but he rested his thumb on his cheek in an odd way. Instead of giving me an answer, he pointed at me, then started shadow-writing something on his palm.

溶

Melt?

Wait, me—melt?!

I flinched backwards, almost falling over as I started at him in disbelief. The last thing I remembered was him melting while in my hand, not the other way around.

So, why's he pointing at me?

Does he think I'm the one who melted him? Or is he really saying that I was the one who melted?

Confusion clearly evident on my face, I took a step closer, trying to decipher what he really meant. His face was as unreadable as it's been since the start, not a flicker of emotion coming out of him, nor the attempt at clarifying what he meant.

Okay, let's try this another way.

I pointed at myself, shadow-writing back '溶?' and then gestured towards him.

"no, i saw you melting. not myself."

Eh?

My mouth fell open in shock, but no sound came out—partly because of the fog covering it, and partly because my brain had stopped working.

"YOU CAN TALK?!" I wanted to scream out, my mind scrambling in confusion.

The boy had stood there, completely unbothered by my silent outburst.

"time's running out soon, and while i'd love to stay and chat. i'm more curious on what being a giant feels like, so we'll have to put that on hold for now." He said, half-heartedly waving his hand at me, which caused the fog over my mouth to disappear.

I blinked rapidly, still confused on what the hell was going on.

He could talk? The whole time? 

Then this weird space really is because of this scumbag's quirk!

I wasn't given any time to connect the dots before his body began to fade, giving me a fleeting look before he completely disappeared.

"Hey—Wait! What the hell is going on?!"

No longer gigantified I woke up in a different place than where I had passed out, I was inside an empty building. I felt a sort of disconnect as I returned to the first person view of my body, something was wrong. Very wrong. 

I can't move. 

It wasn't as if I was suddenly became paralyzed and collapsed, sprawled out over the floor. I could feel my body perfectly fine, I was quite literally walking. 

My body was walking, but I hadn't been the one controlling it to do so. My hands shot out in front of me. The sight of them was unfamiliar, and yet undeniably my hands.

Am I still me?

"surprised, i take it?" I said—no not me, a voice that sounded like mine, and came out from my mouth, said.

That voice that came out of my mouth was monotone, spoken in the same tone and way that the pink-haired boy had spoken to me just moments ago. 

It wasn't hard to put two and two together.

The realization hit me like a truck.

That pink-haired boy had taken over control of my body. I had been locked away, forced to watch as prisoner as he moved my very own body against my will.

This damn brat!

'Get the fuck out of my body, you piece of shit!' I shouted, the words hadn't been said out loud yet still managed to come out.

"woah. calm down will you, it's not like i'm going to be running down any streets naked." 

'Don't you dare!'

He moved to the doorway of the building, stepping outside without so much as flinch at my ongoing protests. The sunlight hit my skin as my body stepped outside, it was another reminder that whatever he did would end up affecting me too.

My body—or his body now—turned slightly, glancing at its own reflecting in a nearby window, it's apathetic eyes somehow looking into my own.

"on second thought... it does sound kind of appealing. not the whole running down the streets naked part, rather, being able to commit several crimes, and not be liable for anything since it's not technically my body doing them." He said convincingly, as if he really planned on doing it. 

'I told you, don't you dare do anything stupid in my body!' I demanded, my tone laced with panic and annoyance.

He ignored me, running a hand through my hair, and twisting the ends in a circular motion. 

Quickly losing interest, he tilted my head up slightly upward to look at the sky, then back down to the ground. It was like he was assessing something, or thinking up his next move.

And then it happened.

The unmistakable feeling of growth hit me. My perspective shifted upward as my body stretched and expanded. He was gigantifying—meaning that he wasn't just taking control over the body but could also access their quirk. 

A horrifying ability.

'Are you kidding me?!' I yelled, confused by this revelation. 'What are you planning on doing?!'

Still no response from him, and his unreadable expression wasn't helping me keep my cool.

The emo-boy stopped to look around, his cold gaze sweeping across the city. Because I was about 67ft. tall when transformed, it didn't take long for his gaze to find a group of students. However, he seemed to focus particularly on the one wearing a white beret, for unknown reasons.

In an instant, my body drooped before springing into motion, and took off with terrifying speed.

'Slow down! You're going way too fast, you might accidentally kill somebody!'

The ground violently shook with every step of my sprint, leaving cracks in the pavement and sending debris flying from the sheer force of our movement. The city was feeling every single one of my giant steps, each one causing a mini earthquake throughout the area.

Pushing my body to its limits, he ran with a speed that felt almost inhuman. A student, frozen in fear, actually pissed himself as I barreled toward him with no change in my apathetic expression.

I screamed at him to stop, to turn around and do something, anything else. But I knew it wouldn't matter. My body was under his control, and there wasn't anything that I could physically do to stop him.

His indifferent unflinching eyes remained focus on the girl in the white beret. He wasn't at all concerned about the destruction, the chaos, or the students and staff running for their lives.

Why? What exactly did she do to him, I wonder? I wanted to ask, but I knew now wasn't the time.

My body surged forward, until I was almost on top of the beret-girl. 

We crossed half the city's length in a matter of seconds, leaving her to watch us approach helplessly, despite noticing us the moment we began sprinting.

He raised my foot up, blocking the sunlight as it cast a massive shadow over the poor girl.

(Art)

And with a deafening crunch, he stomped down on the lavender-haired girl, the ground shattered beneath the enormous force, the shockwave rippled through the battle center.

"That's it folks! The exam is officially over! All participants, stop what you're doing!" As the tremor caused by my stomp faded, President Mic's voice played through the speakers, declaring the end of the exam.

His announcement barely went through one ear and out the other, my eyes remained locked on the spot where the girl had supposedly been stomped, that was still blocked by the smoke.

And for the first time, I felt completely worthless.

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Ch 11 End

I feel like all my chapters are becoming way longer now.

no one answered last chapter, so i might as well ask again, but what do u y'all think of the story so far.

ngl this chapter a bit sus. 'my body was under his control' i even drew some nfsw-ish art that will never be published publicly probably, tho mostly cause its only a sketch.

I spent so much fucking time searching for a suitable hero outfit for kiyo. But wtf are you supposed to give shapeshifters without making them look stupid or like a stripper, and not just going - oh magic clothes, very cool and intricate character design. That's all the designs i could find through pinterest and google for other ppls shapeshifters clothing design.

If u know any character with a cool design(that fits a shapeshifter/wouldnt rip his clothes) that would fit kiyo pls leave the name here, or im probably just gonna go with that cheap cop out.

Ill prob draw it too cuz i like drawing kiyo, though his hair is super annoying sometimes.

Ik some ppl will imagine their own hero design anyway, but i like adding images cuz i score a 5 on the aphantasia scale.

wasn't planning on doing any drawings for this chapter, but i got stuck writing because I wanted to finish the exam this chapter, and ended up speed drawing mtlady so i kept it in since it was decent for how short i took to draw it.

If u got any recommendations reply here.

should be pretty obvious but the eng translations of the japanese words are bolded (close enough to what they mean anyway)

Why did Mt. Lady do something as stupid as crushing a human body beyond its limits? Idk i feel like it was something shed do at the beginning of the story, for shits n giggles (not too big an exaggeration as while she is a good person, kiyo not caring or saying anything would be good enough in an mha world to do so, since yknow smacking regular ppl through buildings is common place.)

Do i hate intelli? no, I just thought that was something this kiyo would do. 

did kiyo take it too far, murdering someone cause he slightly disliked her seems pretty tame, idk.

a victim of circumstance.

(only writing this cuz there prob gonna be too many ppl taking it seriously,- like the stripper kiyo hero outfit, but don't everything at face value, even in the notes.)

another one of kiyo's abilities revealed this chapter.