So School is starting up again tommorw, my schedual will have to change again. I will not be posting during the week days except for the ocasional bonus. I should be posting each day of the weekend including friday.
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The school was bustling with nerves and hype. Idiotic students at the front of the class were firing off their quirks to the bemusement of the teacher. The idiots at the front were boasting about how cool they were going to be as heroes, and how many chicks or "Hotties" they were going to get. At the back were the nerds who wanted to be heroes but understood that not everyone's dream came true. So they had plenty of backups planned and probably would be useful pieces to society.
'I understand that dreams don't come true… nah. I would just claw my way through deals and manipulation. Few people can stop me when I get motivated.'
Alastor chuckled at the thought. Or maybe it was Izuku. Whatever happened to the two was still a mystery. The people in the middle of the class were the egoists and the suckups. Alastor and Bakugo were what he considered egoists, but Bakugo bearly counted. He was like a baby pomeranian with dull claws and fangs. All Bark with little bite.
"Now I know that coming up soon are exams that you all have been waiting for. I know lots of you have signed up for the UA entrance exam, and that's great, but remember that it's always good to have backups."
The idiots at the front scoffed loudly, proclaiming that they knew they were getting into UA with no trouble. The nerds at the back weren't even paying attention. They were studying or applying to colleges. The suckups in the middle were already wondering how much fame they could get if Bakugo made it big. And Bakugo- He suddenly leaped up onto his desk, his hands crackling with small explosions.
'Here we go again.'
Alastor rolled his eyes and let his smile become closed as he hummed a tune quietly.
"Don't lump me in with these Extras! The only one getting into UA is ME! All these other extras will be bearly able to get into some D-list hero school where they employ a sparybottle!"
There were immediate comebacks and shouts, but the crackle of explosions silenced them.
"Oh… Midoriya, you're going to UA to right?"
The teacher's mild surprise was louder than the explosions. The class was silent for a moment, then they all collectively turned towards the windows where Midoriya sat. Feet kicked up, spinning a pen that scribbled in a pad nobody had ever been able to look at. His hair was even more floofy with the new ear-like appendages. A few girls had asked to touch it, apparently they had been denied, but from hushed conversations between themselves, that was unlikely. It was only a moment of Bakugo fuming, but not saying anything, his hands trembling ever so slightly.
"Oh? Ah, yes, I have applied to UA. But I have applied to the UA general course."
The class exhaled a breath, and Bakugo sat back down with a huff of air. From relief? Nobody but Bakugo would know.
At home, Alastor sat lounging on the couch in their living room. A brand new couch made with soft but firm leather that gave the home a homy feeling. Inko was happily learning how to properly cultivate a small window farm filled with the seeds of strawberries and other small fruit. The TV was currently playing a cage match of the Divine General VS the Rappa. Each punch landed like bombs, shaking the crowd with every blow that got faster and faster. The sweat and blood that flew in the air matched the grins on the fighters' faces. The thing that Alastor was waiting for and had found quite addicting was about to happen as well.
The wheel on the back of Tom's head spun a single tick, and it was like Tom evolved mid-fight. The punches that had been landing faster and faster suddenly were hitting air. Despite his size and bulk, it looked like he flowed like water, countering each punch with a devastating reposte. There was the sudden surge of energy in Alastor's body that made his chest tighten, then expand as new energy flooded into him. A satisfied smile found its place on his face as he spun his pen again, continuing to write about what the best type of soil was for your exotic plants. Entertainment waited for no man.
One day until the entrance exam.
Alastor stood on the alley corner where he agreed to meet up with another soul who had been struggling with a drug addiction. She had apparently gotten pregnant, and the father genuinely wanted to be a good father, and she wanted to be able to put in the same effort. But apparently, her quirk made her feel a strong form of addiction to flavors or sensations she had experienced. And when she did, they allowed her to grow plants in different ways.
A sudden scruff of boots had Alastor sighing in frustration.
"That story genuinely made me feel more sympathy. Shame that I couldn't actually help her."
Alastor slowly turned to the man who had been eavesdropping on his deals for weeks now.
"It wouldn't have been convincing otherwise."
It was a good thing that Alastor had himself wreathed in shadow until the person he was meeting was supposed to show up.
"So you're supposed to be the Radio Demon?"
Alastor chulked at the irony.
"So that name followed me?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Eraserhead demanded with his capture weapon loose and ready.
"Nothing important to you, sir. I am just a man standing on the side of the road."
"I would believe it if you weren't in the shadows. Step any further into them, and you might disappear."
The humor was rare for Eraserhead, but it was a layup for Alastor.
"Oh? Like this?"
A shadow grew long, imitating a large spiked mouth and a large crown of horns as a shadowy form melted into the darkness and disappeared.
"What? Damnit!"
Aizawa's eyes flashed red, illuminating the surrounding area, showing nothing but some muddy footprints. The haunting shadow is a staple in Aizawa's mind.
Exam day.
Alastor slowly pulled the iron-pressed vest from the hanger. Normally, he would have a cig to calm himself, but with being in the body of a boy with a loving mother. That was out of the question.
The shoes, custom-made and paid for, were perfect dress shoes designed to endure sharp turns and force to the soles while remaining perfectly stylish. He would have preferred to have his slicked back style, but a comb through the hair left it showing off his scar and looking sharp. Inko had left for work having a bowl of brekfast warm and ready for him to eat. Alastor wouldent see that he gets nervous, no, but he does love the thrill knowing his schemes where always on the brink of collapse but he awlays forced chances hand.
It's why he was so excited to join UA, he wished to follow the Boys' dreams and live how Emily wanted him to live. But getting to learn at the place where the most notorious and sadistic animal in the world.
His hands were shaking with anticipation. Alastor could not wait for this exam.