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The UA Sports Festival was drawing near and Y/n had never been so unprepared.

Well, alright, that was a lie.

Really, she was always unprepared, but she felt like there would be more of a consequence this time, compared to all other times, if she didn't get herself prepared soon. It was making her anxious and dread was somewhat pooling in her stomach as she listened to all of the conversation surrounding her.

"Man, I'm getting really excited!"

Y/n grinned, pressing the tip of her finger to Kirishima's shoulder as Sero drew near.

"This'll be our first step to becoming a pro if we stand out enough, you know," he said, placing his hand on top of Y/n's head. "You familiar with any part of your quirk yet?"

"Mayhaps." Y/n tapped the pads of her fingers to her temples. "Whatever it is, it enhances my intuition a ton."

"What, like a sixth sense?"

Y/n grinned with a shrug. "Something like that, I don't know,"

Kirishima grabbed at her shoulders excitedly. "Wait, wait, I remember during our first Basic Hero Training lesson. You had a real strong hunch about Ojiro and Midoriya! That makes sense!"

Y/n frowned. "Midoriya? No, we weren't facing him. It was Ojiro and Ts—"

Sero snapped his fingers. "Oooh yeah, wonder what that could be tied to? You have some time to figure it out before the Sports Festival, at least. Two weeks."

"Or actually, since it's so close, you could focus on just enhancing your intuition instead?" Kirishima suggested. "Discovering another part of your quirk could be a lot to handle for an event this big, really. And pro heroes'll be there for scouting. We gotta make an impression!"

"Wait yeah, Kirishima's totally right," said Sero. "We'll only have a few chances, including the years down the line. You can't afford to miss this opportunity—none of us can. It's best to play it safe and enhance what you already know, probably."

"Right, right. I don't know. I mean - intuition isn't even something I'm completely sure of having, it's just a guess based on everything that's happened so far,"

"It seems accurate all things considered," Sero swung an arm around Y/n's shoulder, pulling her close like he was studying her, "Like you have a weird way of knowing something that's about to happen. Like who's coming or what's to come— freaky, but I think being blind probably enhances it,"

"Wait, but if all of your other senses are enhanced because of your lack of sight," Kirishima poked at her shoulder. "Does that even have to do with your quirk? Or is it just an 'I'm blind so I can feel things better?' situation? And if that's what it is..."

"Dude," said Sero. "You're confusing the shit out of me right now."

"Well honestly, whatever it is, I have to figure something out. If I bomb this - I'm done for at this school. I'll be kicked out or something." Y/n pressed her palms to her cheeks before turning over her shoulder to look at where she knew Bakugou was standing from his seat to make his way to lunch. "Pompom! You should give me a hand!"

"I'll blow your hand off."

Y/n gasped as snatching her hands to her chest. "That's so mean!"

"Yeah," Sero drawled. "But what's new with boom boom boy?"

She quickly fell into step beside Bakugou, following Kirishima and Sero on their way to lunch regardless of the threat.

She hadn't even stepped completely out of the room when she heard Aizawa's voice though, telling her to stay back for a moment.

She froze and could hear Bakugou snort next to her.

He leaned close for a minute. "Probably gonna kick you out of the course cause of your match the other day,"

"Oh please," Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling away from him. "If he was going to kick me out, you'd be right there with me, Mr. 'I Destroy Things When I Don't Get My Way.'"

"Shut up!"

Y/n grinned as he left the classroom and left her standing in the doorway, carefully turning herself around to face her teacher now that the room was empty and silent.

"Uh - yes, Mr. Aizawa?"

"We still need to have that conversation about your Quirk," Aizawa mumbled - voice a little muffled from the bandages over his mouth.

Y/n went stiff and she carefully winced as she took slow, hesitant steps into the classroom again.

Either Aizawa didn't notice her reluctance or he didn't care.

She was hoping she could successfully do as Sero and Kirishima had suggested, and not play with her quirk any further before such an important event because they were right.

The Sports Festival was coming up soon and there was no point in discovering what abilities she might've had if she couldn't make use of them. Her enhanced intuition was good enough and honing that to make it perfect and use it to the best of her advantage was the best, safest option.

Aizawa clearly thought otherwise.

"I noticed something that happened during your class with All Might the other day," Aizawa sighed through a low grumble.

It was clear he didn't want to be doing this, either. Perhaps he felt obligated as Y/n's teacher or something.

"Not that you can see this play by play, but before you inform your teammates about whose coming, a few things happen."

There was a bit of clicking and then Aizawa sighed again, "Your finger twitches. Or- jolts. It's a quick second— but it sends some kind of wave throughout your entire body; You practically vibrate for two seconds before understanding the presence you feel- and then you inform the others."

"Ohhh," Y/n trailed before frowning. "Wait - so what does that mean, exactly?"

"It means your quirk has to do with Physics. Science and Physics. You're dealing with frequencies and vibrations, here," Y/n tilted her head and Aizawa continued to explain, "It's is operative; An emitter-type with the ability to use the nature and properties of matter and energy to your advantage. Your quirk doesn't generate your frequency— everyone and everything has their own energy field. Your quirk does, however, allow you hyper-awareness of these frequencies in order to control and alter them."

"Control and... Alter them? Wait—"

"Yes, control and alter. Eventually. You're hardly in the beginning stages of your power; Everyone with an emitter-type becomes aware of the thing they should soon be able to emit before doing anything else. You're practically a four-year-old in terms of quirk strength right now."

Y/n blinked and her head fell to the side.

"First of all, that's just mean," she muttered, folding her arms over her chest. And then she carefully shuffled her feet. "Also uhm, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm following."

"It's a headache of information, but studying what Physics is and how it relates to energies—"

"No- sorry, that's not what I'm talking about." She stated firmly, frowning, "I just. How did you even gather all of that, Mr. Aizawa?"

Aizawa sighed. "Gather what?"

"The details of my supposed quirk? I don't understand how you could've come to that conclusion with such a small movement. You — you said my finger twitched- that isn't enough to conclude anything you just explained to me. It's... I mean, it isn't even real proof?"

It seemed completely out of character for Aizawa, too.

He seemed more intelligent than that. He wasn't one to jump to conclusions. If anything, he should've demanded she do a series of tests and trials to gather more evidence before he hopped onto the 'you can alter vibrations or something like that' bandwagon.

There was—at least in the video he'd seen—no evidence at all to back up what was a bizarre theory as of right now.

"Mr. Aizawa?" She repeated.

Aizawa was silent for a moment.

"Hm?" He sounded distracted and that's when Y/n was almost positive something was off. He was tapping at his keys again. "What do you want, evidence? Proof? You're all so defeatist."

The air felt cold and sharp around her and her arms were suddenly littered with goosebumps.

"Um," Y/n frowned. "Mr. Aiza—"

"Hey— Shouta!" The door to the classroom was slammed open— Y/n hadn't anticipated the appearance. She jumped, taking a few steps away from Aizawa's desk. "Me and Oboro came up with a rad idea for the Sports Festival! Wanna hear it?"

"Before you turn anything down," Y/n heard a voice she wasn't familiar with, and could only assume that it belonged to the guy called Oboro. "We'd like you to know the pros outweigh the cons. Pre-made a list before we even walked in here and everything so we've really thought this through, okay?"

"Yeah, and you have to think about the—" Present Mic paused, possibly at the realization Y/n was there. And then he snapped his fingers. "Hey, Little Listener! Isn't it lunch for you right now?"

Y/n pressed her lips with a shrug. "Mr. Aizawa needed to talk to me about my quirk."

"Whoa, this a student from your class, Shouta?" Y/n turned toward the voice and could suddenly feel the man was very close to her. "Heya! We haven't met and I'm not really a teacher here, but you can call me Mr. Shirakumo— or Loud Cloud! The Cloud hero, have ya heard of me?"

Y/n pursed her lips. "No, not really... Sorry."

"Ouch! That's alright. Hizashi gets all the shine cause he's loud,"

Present Mic wasn't listening. "So did you figure out her quirk situation yet? The Sports Festival's comin' up, so you should probably get that in order, huh!"

"That's the goal here. Speaking of: I'm not commentating with you two."

"What!" Present Mic's voice got loud and Y/n quickly slapped her palms over her ears.

"Shouta - you gotta," Shirakumo said. "We've got this cool idea: what if we used one of my clouds—"

"No."

Y/n hummed, arms held behind her back as she swayed a little. "You three are going to host the Sports Festival together?"

"Unfortunately."

"He doesn't mean that!" Present Mic snapped a bit too quickly. "It's everyone's favorite: Eraserhead, Present Mic, Loud Cloud Ultimate Big Three Team Up!"

"Please get out," Aizawa sighed as the other two started laughing. "L/n. You need to think about what I said and start putting it into practice. You're dealing with frequencies and vibrations. It's a large spectrum to explore. You need to figure out to what extent you can control and manipulate energies, that's the first step."

"Frequencies and vibrations, huh? How'd you figure that one out, Shouta?"

Aizawa sighed. "By watching?"

Shirakumo laughed loudly as he clapped his hands. "Right right, you pay attention to detail. I could never figure something like that out just by watching!"

It wasn't too long after that, that Y/n was being ushered out of the room as quickly as Aizawa had called her back earlier.

Her head was still spinning from the conversation, though. Well, hardly even just the conversation she felt. The situation in general was...

It was a confusing experience, to say the least.

She still couldn't get over the way Aizawa was acting—he was different. At least the feel around him was—his energy. And a lot of the time, energy was the only thing Y/n had to identify and differentiate each person. The feel of them. Once she memorized someone's aura, she engrained it, and she kept it.

And his had thrown her off.

But, she continued the day and his words in her mind for the rest of it. She wasn't smart enough to work out his cryptic language when it came to these things and she had no idea what he meant by Science and Physics. It was vague. She'd ask him more about the next day.

It was her intention, at least, before she was thrown off by what happened when she walked into school the next morning.

She'd hardly closed the door behind her before she was bombarded with questions and concerns from her friends for a reason unknown to her.

Midoriya was the first to grab at her wrists, slightly shaking her in a craze.

"You're okay! I'm so glad!" He cried. "I thought you had a late-noticed injury when you didn't show yesterday! Especially since the last time I saw you, you were bleeding from your eyes—"

"What? Yesterday?"

"Yeah and we don't have each other's numbers yet, which we should probably get later today, so I couldn't ask, and maybe I'm just an anxious overreactor, but I was still so worried and I'm glad you're okay!"

He finally pulled away with a breath and Y/n blinked a couple of times, only to emphasize her confusion.

"Wait. Wait— what are you talking about? I was definitely here yester—"

"Yeah Y/n, you missed the news, but the Sports Festival is in just two weeks," Kirishima said through a sigh. He placed part of his arm on top of Y/n's head, leaning a small amount of his weight against her as a rest, "Which means you have to get your quirk in check— pros are gonna be there— we gotta make an impression!"

"Are you familiar with any part of your quirk yet, at least a little?" Sero asked, clapping the palm of his hand against one of hers in an idle, repeated motion. "You have that freaky intuition thing, right?"

"Yeah, she has like a sixth sense," Kirishima said.

"Wonder what that could be tied to," Sero hummed curiously, the clapping of his hand getting gentler with thought. "You know, cause it seems like there'd be more to it, right? You have some time to figure it out before the Sports Festival, at least. Two weeks."

"Or actually, since it's so close, you could focus on just enhancing your intuition instead?" Kirishima suggested in the exact same way he'd suggested when Y/n already had this conversation with the two yesterday. "Discovering another part of your Quirk could be a lot to handle for an event this big, really. And pro heroes'll be there for scouting."

"Wait, shut up for a moment: I don't think I'm following. We already talked about this. I was here yesterday," Y/n scrunched her face in confusion as she carefully pulled her hand away from Sero's. "That's how I know about the Sports Festival, guys. I was in class when Mr. Aizawa mentioned it. Yesterday."

It was quiet between the three of them for a minute before Kirishima laughed quietly. "Uhhh..."

He was hesitant and Y/n could sense he was looking at Sero for some kind of help.

"No... Not in this class, you weren't..." Sero said carefully. "Is your time a little mixed up? Three days ago there was the USJ attack. The day after that, we didn't have school because of everything that happened. The day after that, which was yesterday, we returned and... you weren't here. And now it's today, and you're here."

Y/n swallowed, "Uhm..."

"Weren't your eyes bleeding during the attack and everything?" Sero stepped closer, pressing a palm to her forehead, and then the side of her face, tilting it up a little. "Maybe you're still a bit out of it and confused about everything since then, but does that timeline make sense to you?"

"Yeah, you could be confused cause I remember you kinda took a few hits during the attack," Kirishima knocked his knuckles against her lightly. "You feelin' okay? I think you're a bit mixed up with your days."

No. It wasn't making any sense— none, at all. She— she knew what she experienced. She wasn't just... Imagining the day and conversations she already had- that wouldn't be possible. Would it?

No— right?

"Uh. Oh wait, yeah," Y/n cleared her throat. "Yeah, that actually makes sense, the timeline. It does—thanks. Sorry, you're right, that attack kind of has me all over the place, I guess. I'm still shaken."

"You and me both," Kirishima elbowed her side with his shoulder in good nature. "But we can't focus on that right now, can we? Like I said, we have to make an impression, yeah? Me and Sero could help you train that intuition of yours! I'm sure there are a couple of exercises, right?"

"What, like how to train her 'sense of knowing' or?" Sero slapped Kirishima's neck, pushing him forward with a laugh as Y/n trailed behind the two, a little sluggish.

Her legs kind of ached and she didn't know what that was about. And don't even get her started on the confusion fogging her brain.

"So what, your dumb Quirk is stupid intuition or something?" Bakugou shouldered past her with his signature scowl heavy in his voice. "Everyone has intuition. You're telling me you got into the Hero Course cause your 'gut feeling' is a bit stronger than the rest of us? Give me a break. Sounds like a bullshit excuse for Quirkless scum to me."

"I'm not Quirkless," Y/n pulled a groan from her throat. "You're such a jerk, Pompom..."

"Yeah, yeah, says all Quirkless scum."

"Even if I was, I'd still be better than you."

Aizawa didn't stop her on her way to lunch this time. In fact: they never ended up having that talk about her Quirk. That  didn't happen because apparently, she wasn't at school yesterday—even though she knows she was there.

Unless she was experiencing some insane levels of deja vu?

Y/n's head was spinning and it would explode if she continued thinking about it, so she stopped. She settled for two main points and left it for another time.

1. She'd missed a day of school in "supposed" actuality.
2. She didn't miss any days of school, by her memory.

She had to make sure nobody was messing with her, though.

Her classmates seemed like the kind of people to do so, honestly. Orchestrated by Kaminari, quite, possibly. But she couldn't imagine Midoriya being in on it.

There was one person she could count on for sure, though.

So she stayed a few minutes after the bell at the end of one of her classes, carelessly waving off the rest of her friends, and quickly made her way to Aizawa.

The man didn't seem to acknowledge her presence in the slightest, but Y/n wasn't going to allow herself to be put off by the lack of enthusiasm. She wanted answers, needed them, and she was going to get them.

Y/n leaned over Aizawa's podium, knuckles knocking against the fake wood a couple of times before she sighed. The man hadn't given in, but - well, that was kind of to be expected anyways.

So she flattered her palms against the surface and collected her thoughts, trying to even them out, all while her teacher was scribbling something down. He was insistent on being a bit of a jerk, then.

"So, Mr. Aizawa: I wanted to talk to you about something you said earlier."

"I said a lot of things earlier, kid," He mumbled. "You'll have to explain."

"Right. Sorry. So uh, what did you mean by the frequencies and vibrations?" Y/n settled on asking, fingers curling around the edge of the podium. "How would I go about manipulating that if it isn't er—tangible? I guess. I'm not sure how I'd..."

There was a click of a pen, and then a click of a tongue and shifting followed by an exasperated 'I hate my life' sigh. Aizawa was finally giving her his attention and Y/n's fingers strummed against the podium steadily.

"You're talking about your Quirk," Aizawa said, a slight lift in his voice.

That was a good sign. He must have remembered their conversation, then. Excitement unwillingly fluttered in her chest as she stood up straighter.

Y/n quickly nodded. "Yes! I've been thinking about the conversation we had yesterday and I'm not really sure what to do with all the vague information. You were being so cryptic—"

"You were absent yesterday."

There was a pause, the silence between them a little tense.

"And I don't recall having the conversation about your Quirk with you, yet," Aizawa mumbled under his breath, shifting from where he stood again.

Y/n's chest tightened and her fingers tapped against his podium, waiting for him to continue.

"Have we spoken about your Quirk? I wasn't entirely set on the theory I had about it. There wasn't enough evidence to put my full confidence in it, however. Did you have a theory?"

"Um," Y/n parted her lips. "So wait. We never had the conversation about my quirk?"

"Did we?"

"I... I don't know. Did we?"

"We're getting nowhere with this, kid."

Aizawa assumedly ran his fingers through his mess of long, tangled hair, and Y/n could feel her face heating in oncoming panic.

"You said yesterday? You weren't here. I'm not sure what the cause of your absence was, I assumed it had something to do with the USJ attack the other day, though. Have you seen Recovery Girl today?"

"No. Why would I need to see her?"

"You're clearly missing time. Maybe you shouldn't have returned to school so soon," The sound of tearing paper sounded quickly in her ear, and then the scribbling of a pen against the paper— he was giving her a note, then. "I'm aware that you had an issue during the attack. I was told it wasn't serious— at least not as serious as Midoriya's, but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore."

He held out his hand and Y/n hesitantly accepted the paper, drawing her brows.

"Mr. Aizawa, I feel fine." She said carefully. "I'm just a little confused and I guess I'm experiencing a bit of a mix-up. I was trying to work out some things involving my Quirk and in theory, I'd go to the most, uh... strategic, logical person I know. So I must have gotten you mixed up with my dreams - or the dreams I have."

Aizawa made a small noise and Y/n cringed a bit, forcing out a laugh as she clapped her hands together.

"Not—!" She waved a hand, "Not that I- that I dream of you, Mr. Aizawa. At least not every night... Kidding! I'm definitely kidding! It's a joke, a really, really bad one— oh my goodness, I'm so sorry-"

The hand she waved was used to fan herself frantically. Her attempt at using humor to lighten the situation was miserably failing and the discomfort and growing tension in the room was spiking to levels so sharp, her sides felt like they were getting pierced, perhaps by her teacher's deadly glare.

"You aren't in my dreams. That'd be... So inappropriate... Inappropriate in the same way I'm..." She swallowed, her mouth was numb, "Making this conversation. Sorry. Uh- now that I made it weird, I'm going to make my exit. Thanks for your help."

"Go to Recovery Girl, L/n."

"Right - of course," Y/n scurried out of the room the next second, and hard as it may be to believe, the day only got weirder after that.

Everyone was acting like she wasn't there yesterday.

She never went to Recovery Girl because the only thing Y/n could be sure of, was herself, her own thoughts, and what she knew she experienced.

Being independent and completely blind taught her that she had to depend on herself— nobody else. Depending on others would be a burden, it'd slow people down— she needed to be able to do and understand things on her own- function like a normal person despite her lack of sight.

She trusted her judgment. At times, it was the only thing she could trust and she was certain nothing was wrong with her regardless of the confusion surrounding her.

If she lost sight of what she knew— things would only get weirder and she'd never be able to efficiently figure out the situation. She had to think and remember what she knew. Stay inside her own head, basically, and let whatever this freaky situation was, play out.

So she nodded her head to Sero and Kaminari attempting to fill her in on everything she apparently missed yesterday. Kirishima was also trying his best to work out her quirk with her, which- Y/n couldn't even begin to explain how useless the effort was since she felt like the little bit she thought she knew about her quirk was now a quarter of what the actual situation was.

And the fact that she was beginning to question things because of a conversation with Aizawa that didn't even happen—she was feeling a little tripped up.

In face of all things messing with her mind, though, things kind of went back to normal after that little skip in time. Classes were mostly focused on quick quirk-improvement for the upcoming Sports Festival and everyone's head was seriously in the game.

Meanwhile and as always, it felt like the world was collapsing on top of Y/n. She tried doing her personal research on Physics and Science and whatever else Imaginary Aizawa said she should focus on during their Imaginary Conversation, but she didn't know what aspect of Science she was supposed to be focusing on.

The days in class during quirk-improvement for her were spent drawing imaginary circles on the floor. She was suffering the uncomfortable feeling of a burning glare practically denting her back by Aizawa, and the constant harassment and tormenting from Bakugou Katsuki AKA Pompom, whom she officially labeled as her school bully—spread the word, everyone! Not like it was anything new, anyway.

"You're not embarrassed about how pathetic you look?"

Y/n's neck cracked when she craned it to aim her unseeing eyes up toward Bakugou. He was breathing heavy and she could smell the sickeningly sweet scent of his stupid sweat all around him. Gross.

She clicked her tongue.

"I look like a princess, laying in a bed of flowers," Y/n answered elegantly, twisting one of the smaller ones in her hand.

"No, you look like a lazy pig."

"And you smell like one, so I guess that kinda makes us even."

"You're gonna get your ass kicked out of the Hero Course." Bakugou ignored her through a sneer, sounding smug and obnoxious as ever, "And that extra with the eyebags and purple hair's gonna come for your spot. You know they can do that? Switch you out for someone who actually deserves the seat. Someone willing to work hard and not just cruise their way through on bullshit luck."

"I don't even know what purple is."

"You're deflecting cause you know I'm right," Bakugou chuckled, kicking his boots against the ground before continuing forward, probably back to training.

But he stopped again.

"The way you hold yourself and the way you act makes people wanna believe they're actually doubting themselves. Like you're more than what they think you are. You make everyone want to secretly root for you," he said through his teeth.

Y/n's index finger tapped at her temple, legs kicking idly from where she lay on her stomach as her lips curled.

"Really? That's so sweet of you."

"But you're also the kind of person whose only talent is putting on a damn convincing act. And at the end of the day— that's all you have. Without the pose, you're nothing. A fucking illusion of victory. Someone who's got an illusion of victory, can't meet someone who's got a coherent vision and destination of where it's at.

"They don't meet on the same wavelength. That's the difference between this class and you. You aren't in sync with us and that's why you're fucking sinking. You don't belong here so go fuck around somewhere else and stop slowing the rest of the actual heroes in training down."

Bakugou didn't say anything more; Apparently, he made his points and his thoughts on Y/n and her situation were final.

His boots were heavy against the ground as he trudged away.

Y/n didn't know why she was so unbothered by his words. The strange calm she'd been under for the majority of her life mysteriously came back to her a few days ago and she'd just been pondering for the duration of training.

She continued tapping at her temple, brows drawn in deep thought as she ran through his harsh and borderline offensive words when—

Y/n shot up.

"Holy shit," She gasped, fingers grasping the blades of grass beneath her. She knew it— she knew it'd come to her eventually. "That's the potential science behind my quirk!"

Y/n clumsily made her way to her feet, dusting her hands together to rid her palms of grass and dirt before knocking her knuckles together, Kirishima-style.

She knew what she was going to do and she was going to full nine yards, she could practically feel her potential and power surging through her veins, her fingers, and her body.

"Training montage—" She called aloud to no one in particular, brows pulling, "Commence!"

2:01 PM

Y/n's target was the tree.

She was going to blast it to fucking space.

Or the ground, really, but the same difference to her.

If her theory was correct and she was working with the science she theorized she was working with, she should be able to do it easily.

Y/n hopped onto one leg and raised both of her arms above her head in a wobbly crane-kick, inhaling sharply through her clenched teeth for three seconds.

And then she exhaled with a quick growl, kicked out the one leg raised a few times in hopes of knocking the tree to the ground with her power.

"One! Two! Go!"

She was waiting for the sound of the tree falling to the ground with her blast. It never came.

That was odd.

She should've willed the tree to split or be knocked to the ground or something as long as she was putting intentional energy behind her movements.

"I said go, you stupid Quirk." She kicked her leg out a few times again. "Go! Go!! Gogogo—!"

"Uh, L/n?"

Y/n jumped, falling out of her position with a sharp gasp at the sound of Midoriya's voice.

He was out of breath and clearly confused with what he was witnessing.

"Um." He laughed a little, "What... What are you doing?"

"Nothing! I was... I was stretching, Midoriya," Y/n folded in her lips, cleared her throat evenly, and placed a hand on her hip. She frowned. "Obviously."

The silence was so loud, that Y/n had to tilt her head away despite the fact she couldn't see him.

She didn't know what he looked like, and she could only imagine the kind of expression he wore, but it was embarrassing, nonetheless.

"Oh. Yeah, okay." He kissed his teeth. "Alright. Uh - good luck training, then."

"Right. Thanks. Thank you."

2:05 PM

She was going to use the force on Bakugou to knock him over.

It was payback for bullying her and she had her plan at the ready.

She fell forward, palms against the grass and butt high up in the air to position herself into a downward dog.

She prided herself on her ability to make a perfect triangle, breaking out in a very slight cold sweat as she attempted to focus solely on her power and using the force of her quirk to knock Bakugou over.

Intention. Intention. Intention. Focused energy and he should trip over his feet with a yelp or something—

Her fingers pulled at the grass and she groaned in effort, squeezing her eyes tight as her body heated with expert-level concentration.

She could feel her chest tightening and stomach sinking, legs began to shake and—

"Is this how you plan on spending the class?"

Y/n felt her face burn, concentration cracking when she noticed Aizawa was standing at her side.

She knew if she spoke, her concentration would be ruined, and all of the building up and focus would be for naught. So he hardened her resolve and grit her teeth, settling on not answering Aizawa at the moment and dying from the consequences of her actions further down the line.

Aizawa sighed and Y/n could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You realize you can't afford to not succeed or at least stand out during the Sports Festival, correct? Choosing to fool around during this time won't do you any good. It's a waste of my time."

He didn't give her the chance to respond before he was walking away, probably to give some other student pointers and "inspirational" advice on how to improve themself.

For Y/n she'd had enough.

2:09 PM

"I'm done."

Y/n's back hit the ground, grass blades causing her shoulders to itch as she heaved and gasped for air like she jogged up five flights of stairs. The training around her was still going on and she couldn't help but slap her hands over her face and shout into her palms.

The Sports Festival was in, like, two days and she was going to fail.

And she couldn't even say Midoriya would be by her side this time. At least he was sure he had a quirk. And even if using it was harmful, at least he knew how to activate it, knew what to expect when he activated it.

And on top of that, he was improving by the sounds of it. She jumped into action, knew how to improve, and had an idea of what he wanted to do when he was thrown into the line of fire even if it was missing a few pieces.

Y/n was missing all of the pieces.

Y/n sat up with a huff, face still burning just as Aizawa had called for everyone to head back inside. Change back into their uniforms and start packing up so they could head home for the day.

Tomorrow, there'd be one day left until the Sports Festival.

Y/n didn't know how she was going to pull off an event that large with her current predicament. Perhaps she'd just have to pull her insanely lucky luck from her ass, pray to every god there could potentially be, and fucking wing the festival.

If she held her head up and pretended like she knew what she was doing, then maybe she could trick everyone—including universal circumstance—into believing so to, bend them to her will or something.

She dusted herself off and attempted to tune out the excited cheers about the Sports Festival as she headed back inside the building.

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things are going to get weirder lol.

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