The 9 Millimeter Kiss - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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                    As the first two students prepared themselves for the 50 meter dash Aizawa made his way over to Yuki who looked a bit confident about the running portion.
"Satori," Yuki snapped his head to Aizawa.
"Yes, sensei?"
"Nezu has me under strict orders to not expel you in particular."
"Wha- why...?" Yuki asked. His chest and shoulders feeling heavier.
"Because of your background I doubt you have much physical training am I correct?" Aizawa stated more than asked as he glanced over to the rest of the class stretching.
"I guess-"
"I'll be personally training you this year. Recovery girl might have mentioned something about not wanting to stay in hospitals all the time."
Yuki nodded, still confused as to why this wasn't discussed with him first.
"Don't expect for me to go easy on you just because you have a healing quirk."
"Yes, sir." nodding firmly Aizawa then walked back to focusing on the 50-meter dash.
At least I'll get some proper training.
Yuki frowned as he got into running position.
"Ready... Set... GO!"
Even if I don't get expelled
I still need to push to and past my limits!
"45kg huh?" Yuki internally cried as he looked at his grip strength.
"Wow! 540 kg? What are you a gorilla?!" someone across the room shouted.
Seriously!
Yuki sighed, silently hoping the training Aizawa would give him will improve his overall physicality.
Standing long jump could have been better
63 side steps
"Not too shabby," he muttered trying to control his breath.
Ball throw
"This is where I die..." Yuki whispered as he glared down at the ball in his hand.
"I don't have all day." Aizawa droned.
"Right." Yuki replied.
But what if-
Before the ball completely left his hand Yuki activated his quirk on a whim and sent the ball with a small breeze trailing behind it.
"Oh, it actually worked..." dumbstruck, everyone watched the ball fly before falling a little ways away.
Sighing in relief, Yuki walked back to the group a little bit more relaxed.
It was the green heads turn.
If Yuki didn't get dead last he knew it would be that poor boy.
"Why are you like this?" Yuki whispered to himself looking down at his hands.
"It doesn't look good for Midoriya if he continues like this." Iida spoke.
"Huh? Of course not. He's a quirkless small fry, you know." sparky boi spoke as if stating the obvious.
"Quirkless?! Are you not aware of what he did at the entrance exam?" Iida asked.
"It was really stupid on his part." Yuki spoke up, deciding to squat feeling tired.
"Huh?"
"Oh, right. You were there." Iida looked down as Yuki starred up, now feeling a bit bored.
"My name is Iida Tenya."
"Satori Yuki, pleasure." with a nod he looked back out to the green head named Midoriya.
With a face of determination, Midoriya swung his arm flinging the ball...
Only for it to land at 46 meters...
"I was sure I saw his quirk activate." Yuki looked over to Aizawa.
Holy shit! His hair!
Aizawa's scarf was floating. His hair was floating. His eyes!
"EraserHead," Yuki muttered nodding with understanding.
"I erased your quirk." Aizawa spoke.
"The entrance exam was definitely not rational enough. Even a kid like you was accepted."
Harsh. Harsh reality.
"You can erase other people's quirks just by looking at them. The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead!" Midoriya deducted.
"Eraser? I don't know him."
"I've heard of him. He's an underground hero."
I think I might've seen him passing through the city at some point...
Yuki closed his eyes in hopes of recalling anything from the past.
"Hmmm... I can't really think of anything." he sighed defeatedly.
"It looks like he received some advice." Iida noted.
"Probably just telling him he's expelled." Boom boom boi snapped.
"I don't think s-"
Yuki didn't get to finish as Midoriya threw the ball with such force it was sent flying almost as far as Bakugo's had.
"Impressive." slowly standing up and dusting himself off a bit.
"Ah-" Yuki quickly paused looking at Midoriya's broken and heavily bruised finger.
"He got over 700 meter!?"
"Finally, a hero-like record!" Screw me then, huh?
"His finger is swollen. There was the entrance exam, too. He has a strange quirk..."
"Not very stylish."
"I swear I'm gonna beat him the next time he pulls off something similar to the entrance exam." Yuki frowned, crossing his arms.
His body should be used to his quirk to some degree even if it did cause him damage at first.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bakugo growled. Small explosives coming from his hands.
"Oi-" Yuki reached out to grab him.
"HEY!" the blonde shouted rushing towards Midoriya before Yuki could stop him
"Tell me what's going on, Deku, you bastard!" Before he could reach the now terrified boy, Aizawa'a scarf got a hold on him.
"What the-? These clothes are hard!" Bakugo grunted trying to pull away.
"They're weapons for capture made of carbon fiber woven together with metal wire made of special alloy."
Should I ask him if he can train me to use the scarf?
"Jeez... Don't keep making me use my quirk over and over."
Can I ask if I could take a look at them?
"I have dry eye." Aizawa stated in the most cool way possible.
"We're wasting time. Whoever is next get ready." removing his scarf from Bakugo.
Midoriya cautiously walked around the blonde making his way over.
"Is your finger alright?" the brown haired chick asked.
"Oh, yeah."
"Nope. I'm not healing that." Yuki grumbled at the thought of his recklessness.
Glancing over at the blonde, it was obvious they knew each other and boy was blondy angry.
Sit-ups Yuki didn't like to do but thought he fared pretty well in regards to the class. For the seated toe touch, he was glad for his flexibility. Long distance run, he absolutely hated it.
I need to start running more!
"Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to express verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once."
Pulling up a holographic screen, Yuki's eyes quickly started looking for his name from the bottom.
Damn, Midoriya...
"15 not too shabby."
Kami-sama. Even if I wasn't going to get expelled. Thank you for your efforts and good work...
"By the way I was lying about the expulsion." Aizawa drops the bombshell.
"It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks." He stated with a weird looking smile. Looking proud of what he had just announced.
"WHAT?!"
"That was a little nerve wrecking, huh?"
"I'll take up the challenge anytime."
"I'd like to avoid it as much as possible." Yuki replied mostly to himself.
"With that, we're done. The handouts with the curriculum and such are in class so when you get back look over them."
Such an interesting first day so far.
"Midoriya, have the old lady fix you in the nurse's office. Unless," Aizawa told him before sparing a glance towards Yuki who shook his head.
"Nope." Yuki crossed his arms. I heal people but if someone is gonna be wreckless like this dumb fuck then I refuse.
"Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourself." was all Aizawa said before taking his leave.
"I want to go home." Yuki silently cried, not having expected a physical exam on the first day.
                
            
        "Satori," Yuki snapped his head to Aizawa.
"Yes, sensei?"
"Nezu has me under strict orders to not expel you in particular."
"Wha- why...?" Yuki asked. His chest and shoulders feeling heavier.
"Because of your background I doubt you have much physical training am I correct?" Aizawa stated more than asked as he glanced over to the rest of the class stretching.
"I guess-"
"I'll be personally training you this year. Recovery girl might have mentioned something about not wanting to stay in hospitals all the time."
Yuki nodded, still confused as to why this wasn't discussed with him first.
"Don't expect for me to go easy on you just because you have a healing quirk."
"Yes, sir." nodding firmly Aizawa then walked back to focusing on the 50-meter dash.
At least I'll get some proper training.
Yuki frowned as he got into running position.
"Ready... Set... GO!"
Even if I don't get expelled
I still need to push to and past my limits!
"45kg huh?" Yuki internally cried as he looked at his grip strength.
"Wow! 540 kg? What are you a gorilla?!" someone across the room shouted.
Seriously!
Yuki sighed, silently hoping the training Aizawa would give him will improve his overall physicality.
Standing long jump could have been better
63 side steps
"Not too shabby," he muttered trying to control his breath.
Ball throw
"This is where I die..." Yuki whispered as he glared down at the ball in his hand.
"I don't have all day." Aizawa droned.
"Right." Yuki replied.
But what if-
Before the ball completely left his hand Yuki activated his quirk on a whim and sent the ball with a small breeze trailing behind it.
"Oh, it actually worked..." dumbstruck, everyone watched the ball fly before falling a little ways away.
Sighing in relief, Yuki walked back to the group a little bit more relaxed.
It was the green heads turn.
If Yuki didn't get dead last he knew it would be that poor boy.
"Why are you like this?" Yuki whispered to himself looking down at his hands.
"It doesn't look good for Midoriya if he continues like this." Iida spoke.
"Huh? Of course not. He's a quirkless small fry, you know." sparky boi spoke as if stating the obvious.
"Quirkless?! Are you not aware of what he did at the entrance exam?" Iida asked.
"It was really stupid on his part." Yuki spoke up, deciding to squat feeling tired.
"Huh?"
"Oh, right. You were there." Iida looked down as Yuki starred up, now feeling a bit bored.
"My name is Iida Tenya."
"Satori Yuki, pleasure." with a nod he looked back out to the green head named Midoriya.
With a face of determination, Midoriya swung his arm flinging the ball...
Only for it to land at 46 meters...
"I was sure I saw his quirk activate." Yuki looked over to Aizawa.
Holy shit! His hair!
Aizawa's scarf was floating. His hair was floating. His eyes!
"EraserHead," Yuki muttered nodding with understanding.
"I erased your quirk." Aizawa spoke.
"The entrance exam was definitely not rational enough. Even a kid like you was accepted."
Harsh. Harsh reality.
"You can erase other people's quirks just by looking at them. The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead!" Midoriya deducted.
"Eraser? I don't know him."
"I've heard of him. He's an underground hero."
I think I might've seen him passing through the city at some point...
Yuki closed his eyes in hopes of recalling anything from the past.
"Hmmm... I can't really think of anything." he sighed defeatedly.
"It looks like he received some advice." Iida noted.
"Probably just telling him he's expelled." Boom boom boi snapped.
"I don't think s-"
Yuki didn't get to finish as Midoriya threw the ball with such force it was sent flying almost as far as Bakugo's had.
"Impressive." slowly standing up and dusting himself off a bit.
"Ah-" Yuki quickly paused looking at Midoriya's broken and heavily bruised finger.
"He got over 700 meter!?"
"Finally, a hero-like record!" Screw me then, huh?
"His finger is swollen. There was the entrance exam, too. He has a strange quirk..."
"Not very stylish."
"I swear I'm gonna beat him the next time he pulls off something similar to the entrance exam." Yuki frowned, crossing his arms.
His body should be used to his quirk to some degree even if it did cause him damage at first.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bakugo growled. Small explosives coming from his hands.
"Oi-" Yuki reached out to grab him.
"HEY!" the blonde shouted rushing towards Midoriya before Yuki could stop him
"Tell me what's going on, Deku, you bastard!" Before he could reach the now terrified boy, Aizawa'a scarf got a hold on him.
"What the-? These clothes are hard!" Bakugo grunted trying to pull away.
"They're weapons for capture made of carbon fiber woven together with metal wire made of special alloy."
Should I ask him if he can train me to use the scarf?
"Jeez... Don't keep making me use my quirk over and over."
Can I ask if I could take a look at them?
"I have dry eye." Aizawa stated in the most cool way possible.
"We're wasting time. Whoever is next get ready." removing his scarf from Bakugo.
Midoriya cautiously walked around the blonde making his way over.
"Is your finger alright?" the brown haired chick asked.
"Oh, yeah."
"Nope. I'm not healing that." Yuki grumbled at the thought of his recklessness.
Glancing over at the blonde, it was obvious they knew each other and boy was blondy angry.
Sit-ups Yuki didn't like to do but thought he fared pretty well in regards to the class. For the seated toe touch, he was glad for his flexibility. Long distance run, he absolutely hated it.
I need to start running more!
"Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to express verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once."
Pulling up a holographic screen, Yuki's eyes quickly started looking for his name from the bottom.
Damn, Midoriya...
"15 not too shabby."
Kami-sama. Even if I wasn't going to get expelled. Thank you for your efforts and good work...
"By the way I was lying about the expulsion." Aizawa drops the bombshell.
"It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks." He stated with a weird looking smile. Looking proud of what he had just announced.
"WHAT?!"
"That was a little nerve wrecking, huh?"
"I'll take up the challenge anytime."
"I'd like to avoid it as much as possible." Yuki replied mostly to himself.
"With that, we're done. The handouts with the curriculum and such are in class so when you get back look over them."
Such an interesting first day so far.
"Midoriya, have the old lady fix you in the nurse's office. Unless," Aizawa told him before sparing a glance towards Yuki who shook his head.
"Nope." Yuki crossed his arms. I heal people but if someone is gonna be wreckless like this dumb fuck then I refuse.
"Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourself." was all Aizawa said before taking his leave.
"I want to go home." Yuki silently cried, not having expected a physical exam on the first day.
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