The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 21.

"I'd like to form a team of 1." I declared with confidence. Bold move, but I'd take the risk.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm certain." Midnight herself even looked shocked. Looking up at the commentator's booth, Aizawa eyes were wide with shock, and Hizashi looked gobsmacked.

"Uh- okay! I'll allow it!" She snapped her whip, accepting my decision.

This was gonna be fucking difficult. This wasn't requiring combat; I couldn't try to knock anyone off, and I had to avoid 41 quirked-up kids gunning for me all at once.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" The students all nodded, getting into position.

"Go!"

Almost immediately, everyone started bolting towards me.

Now, I couldn't use these kids to grapple on and move about. However, there was a guard rail going along the edge of the spectator's seats.

Perfect.

I hooked onto the rail, swinging around trying to avoid the students. I ran sideways along the side of the wall, holding onto the rail with my yoyo. The kids kept running underneath me, trying to reach me. Sero sent out his tape my way, trying to stick to my headband.

"Shit-" I dodged it, moving my head out the way. I jumped off the wall, and kept running on the ground. I couldn't stop moving for a second, or it would be all over.

I found myself in the middle of the stadium. Most of the players had given up on me, but some were still dead-set on the 10 million. I ran towards the one opening, before I got stuck to the ground.

"What the hell-" My foot was stuck to the floor with a purple sticky ball. Tsuyu shot her tongue at me, me barely missing it.

"MINETA!!" I shouted at grape boy, but he was already making his escape, in Shoji's wings, along with Tsuyu.

"Is that even allowed?!" I questioned to no one in particular. I wrapped my strings in between where the ball was stuck and my boot, hoping I could pop it off. Sure enough, with a lot of force, it came off. However, I was surrounded.

'Fuck.'

The teams started running back at me, making use of their quirks. I thought this was really it. To my dismay, I felt the top of my head get a little cold. Frantically, I felt around for my headband.

"Where-" I turned around to see purple-haired creepy guy, with my headband around his neck, smirking at me. His team looked... dead inside.

"30 seconds left!" Midnight announced. I was so close. Looking at the guy, he had a number of headbands on him, turned inside out.

'I'll have to grab fucking any of them and hope it's mine.' I charged at a group near him from behind. As soon as I was near purple's group, I quickly switched directions, and slid under their legs, after grabbing a single headband off him in the process.

"TIME'S UP!" I stared at the headband in my hand, not knowing if this was victory or failure. Turning it over, it read '205'.

'Fuck...' I gripped the headband tightly, devasted that I hadn't succeeded.

"And in 4th, Y/N L/N!"

"...Huh?" I looked up at the scoreboard, and sure enough, there I was. I fucking did it. By the skin of my damn teeth. Purple guy- who was actually called Shinsou had come first, obviously.

"You 4 teams will advance to the final! 1-on-1 fights to determine a winner!" Midnight told us gleefully.

"I would like to forfeit." Ojiro said from the crowd.

"I can't advance when I don't even remember what happened... I didn't do this. So I am going to forfeit."

"Uh, okay then!" Another student then forfeited too. A couple students had to be moved up from 5th to balance out the numbers after that. But what the hell did Shinsou do to them...?

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I spent my lunch break in the commentator's booth. Aizawa was gently cleaning and wrapping my hand with bandages.

"YOU DID AMAZING!" Hizashi yelled at me.

"Meh, I came first then lost my headband... not great." The two looked at me in confusion.

"L/N. You beat Bakugo and Todoroki in a race. With their quirks. That's a damn good achievement, I'd say." Aizawa assured me.

"And you kept your headband for so long!!" Mic joined in.

"Gah... I guess I did pretty good, huh?" I started to smile.

"I FUCKING WON THE FIRST ROUND!" I started getting into it, finally celebrating my earlier victory.

"WOOP!" Hizashi did a little victory dance with me.

"You've still got the last round left. For now, eat up and rest. You're gonna need it. Who were you fighting again?" Aizawa asked.

"Oh shit, I haven't even checked." I looked out the window at the screen, waiting for it to change and show the brackets. As soon as it popped up, I took a picture on my phone.

"Shinsou Hitoshi." My face fell.

"From General Studies?" Hizashi said in confusion.

"Yeah... I'm not sure what his quirk is, but his whole team looked dead inside and emotionless during the cavalry battle. And Ojiro even forfeited because of it..." I rubbed my chin in thought. Until Ojiro himself opened the door to the booth.

"L/N! I figured you'd be in here... I need to tell you about Shinsou." We all stared at the tailed boy, waiting for him to speak. Aizawa pulled out a seat and gestured him to sit.

"I think his quirk is some kind of mind-control. I can't remember anything after he asked me a question... Just be careful." He looked down at the floor.

"When did you start remembering again?" Aizawa questioned.

"Someone knocked into me, and I think that snapped me out of it, I can remember everything after that. I'm sure he controlled me to help him win. You can't answer his question." He finished.

"I gotta go now, but stay cautious." He walked out, shutting the door behind him. The three of us remaining all looked at each other.

"Is... is it a specific question? What if he says a normal sentence but has a questioning tone to it? What the hell qualifies as a question?! I could say 'Spaghetti?' WITH A RISING INTONATION AND THAT WOULD BE A QUESTION!!" I started to panic. Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'm not sure what the requirements would be... Maybe it has to be an actual question starting with 'what, why' etc. Just don't answer him."

"WHAT IF I ANSWER HIM IN MY HEAD?!" I grabbed my hair, pulling at it.

"Calm. Down. Breathe, relax, and remember all your training. He doesn't have a physical quirk, and since he is in C-class which does General Studies, he probably doesn't have combat training."

A buzzing from Mic's phone interrupted us.

"That's lunch over... Good luck kid." He leaned into the microphone, switching it on.

"LUNCH IS OVER! Shinsou and L/N return to the stage, please, for your first battle!"

Mic switched the microphone back off, and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me a bit.

"YOU'RE GONNA DO GREAT!" He reassured my panicking self. Turning to Aizawa, he gave me a nod.

"You'll kill it." He smirked.

"Alright then. I'm off." I left the booth, ready for the unusual fight I was about to partake in.

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A/N

THE SPORTS FESTIVAL HAS BEGUN!!! But how will Y/N fare in the final battles... Can she beat or avoid Shinsou's quirk? Tune in next time to find out!

Lots of love,

Wyatt.