\ The Ball Throw /

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by HxwkWings

by HxwkWings

Second Day Of U.A
First Week Of U.A
What's the worst that could happen?

Your whole body was trembling, you was nervous and sweating.
Your friends tried to convince you you'll be okay as long as you tried your best. You listened to their words but, you wasn't so sure if you could do it.
You finally snap out of your panicking state
"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he would be the first to go home." Iida states "Huh?! Of course he is! He's an quirkless loser" Bakugo repiled "Eh?! He has a quirk!" Iida defended Midoriya and you decided to but in "Nah to be rude or anything but, shouldn't you know how to lower your temper? You wanna be a hero right? Well, heroes know how to contorl your temper, Bakugo." You said seriously, he scoffs and looks the other direction clearly annoyed with your actions. It felt good to put the angry boy in his place though.

Suddenly, Midoriya's veins turn into a light crimson red and he pulls his arm back you watched biting your teeth mumbling "Come on Midoriya...!" You pleaded. He throws the ball and all eyes were on him and the ball but too your dissapointment "46 meters!" You cover your mouth in shock worried on what Mr.Aizawa would do to your friend, send him home instantly or scold him?
You look over to your left, as Todoroki does the same. You have the look of shock in your eyes, pupils shaking and eyes widen. "Do you think he will make it as a pro hero?" You managed to mutter out. Shoto glances to the right not being sure "I honestly do not know. We are all aiming to the top, so I could careless about Midoriya getting to become the top hero or not." Your pupils have gotten a bit smaller, due to Shoto's response. Why is he so cold all of a sudden? Something isn't right here. I need to get to the bottom of this... Aizawa Sensei spoke up
"Someone like you should never be allowed to role in this school." And then thats when everything went in slow motion. Your sweat stuck to your head, as your knees became weak and trembled from worry and panic. You pitty this poor green-haired boy.

(But you will kill someone if they hurt your sho-)

Then before you knew it, it was your turn. You threw the ball...

To Be Countinued