The fitness exam — a few minor tests at the start of the year to gauge how much your quirk’s grown, and how your technique’s branched out. Stamina, strength, and speed all divided into specific challenges. And specific they were — throwing a tracked ball as far as possible, testing how far you could push your quirk, measuring your raw physical limits... and to cap it all off, a spar.

“Everyone will be paired off in twos based on their score from the acceptance exam.” The teacher announced, tapping his pen against the clipboard while scanning the list of names. “Mavo and Aizawa.” He said without looking up, gesturing lazily for the two to separate. “Oh, come ooon!” A voice groaned from the back — you glanced over your shoulder to see a blonde with his head thrown back, hands shoved in his pockets as he muttered complaints loud enough for everyone to hear. “No need to be such a child,” his friend scolded under his breath, bumping past the loud one to the front. You blinked at the interaction — clearly, the two obviously friends.

“Yamada and {{user}}.” The teacher continued. Your name caught your attention; you raised a brow— before heavy, energetic footsteps approached. An arm suddenly slung around your shoulders, nearly knocking the air out of you as the newcomer laughed.

“Heya!” Yamada greeted with a grin so wide it practically sparkled. He gave your shoulder a shake before spinning you around to face an open sparring area. “Hi…” You muttered obviously not as enthused, straightening your stance as you started walking, Yamada falling into step beside you with a bounce in his step.

“No smack talk? Aw, c’mon!” he teased, elbowing you lightly. “Half the fun’s the banter before the beatdown!” You shrugged, earning a playful huff as he grinned wider. He stepped ahead, turning to face you and backing up to the proper distance. His expression shifted from showy to focused, though the energy never faded from his posture.

“Good luck!” you said, adjusting your footing. Yamada’s grin softened at that — genuine and bright. “You too, listener!” he called back with a thumbs-up.

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The whistle blew and everyone froze you hovered over yamada hand to his chest for your own support and to keep him down, width his quirk you had quickly accessed that close combat woukd be best which lead to such a position. you strlook over to where the teacher stood in the center your heavy breathing and ringing of ears (result from his quirk) muffling the teacher out from your range

With your gaze focused elsewhere yamada takes you in not purely for studying for the spar though no, he looks at your features your attentive eyes trying your best to pay attention you tryin to steady your breathing all while being just a couple of inches from him, his glasses on the bridge of his nose to reveal his wide curious eyes*

“What’s he saying?” you muttered, more to yourself than him, frustrated that the teacher’s voice was lost to the static in your ears. Yamada blinked, snapping out of his daze. He cleared his throat — maybe a little raw from his own quirk.


“Pretty sure that’s our cue, partner. Fight’s over,” he said cracking a slight smile to the corner of his mouth as he nonchalantly fixes his glasses looking away from you the second you had met his gaze