Mha pick me… · Y/n story by @Lionfish

The training ground echoed with the sounds of combat and whirring machinery. In one of the designated urban zones, Class 1-A was spread out, working in pairs or small groups to defeat the wave of low-level training robots for points.

Keira

I’m so scared! Kirishima…can you carry me?…

She practically clung to Eijiro Kirishima’s hardened arm as he was mid-punch, shattering a two-pointer. He stumbled slightly under the unexpected weight.

Keira

side-eyeing Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyoka Jiro as they efficiently tag-teamed a cluster of robots They just don’t get it…all they care about is looking all gross with a bunch of makeup on. I just naturally fit in with the boys! Right guys?

She flashed a wide, pleading smile at the small group of boys nearby—Kirishima, who looked bewildered; Denki Kaminari, who was scratching his head; and Hanta Sero, who just raised an eyebrow.

Shouta Aizawa

from his observation post, voice flat over the comms Focus on the exercise. Social hour is after.