Chapter 4: Time to Get Physical (Exam)

Thankfully for Kyoka, she studied for this when she could. She liked to believe herself to be a rather diligent student like that, even if some subjects were hard for her to grasp. Whenever the rocker was starting to get stuck on a question, she would skip over it to mull it over a bit longer as well as ensure she didn't miss out on other questions. It seemed to be a decently normal exam, everything considered.

By the time the end of their allotted hour was called, she was confident that she got at least a B worthy grade on it. She looked around for absolutely no reason whatsoever, eventually finding a familiar golden-haired idiot digging her hands into her scalp, before she then sat up and started to nervously stroke one of her pigtails instead.

"Heeeey! Good job on making it through that, kiddos!" Present Mic yelled out to the auditorium once more, a toothy smile on her face. "Now, it's time for what you've all been waiting for! Time to get out there and kick some robot butt! Some robutt, if you will! Give me a 'yeeeeah'!"

The silence was deafening.

"Tough crowd." Kyoka could just make out that quiet, quiet whisper from Present Mic due to her quirk. "Anyways, ladies, please go change in your designated locker room by exiting to the right! She-studs, do the same, but to the left! Once you're dressed, please make way out to the buses and find your corresponding one! Good luck, aspiring heroes."

The auditorium was then a wall of flesh as hundreds of people stood up at once and started making their way to their respective exits. It was infinitely easier for the 'ladies', since there was way less of them, but there was still a bit of a line. Kyoka took her time getting in it since there was no rush.

Her slow speed seemed to make it so a persistent, annoying blond could make it's way up to her. "Sup, Jiro. I totally bombed that! Like, real horribly!"

"Why are you saying that like you're proud?"

"'Cause I expected to get next to zilch right, but I think I got a little more than that!"

Kyoka covered her face with one of her hands, trying desperately to hide the little bit of blush she gained from seeing the idiot smile so radiantly after that statement. She was also trying to stop herself from smacking Kaminari.

Oh god, am I a morosexual? Attracted to stupid idiots? Kyoka would die of embarrassment if she was.

"By the way, Jiro, where are you going? We gotta go to the left. I made sure to remember that much from what Present Mic said."

"Huh?" That stunned the purple-haired girl for a second. "Wait, what gender do you think I am?"

The question made Kaminari a little nervous, apparent by her shaky smile. "You're a futa like me," Kyoka could count the beads of sweat on Kaminari's face, "r-right?"

Why is she so nervous about that? Kyoka pondered asking that straight up to Kaminari, but decided to tease instead. "Nope. I got a tight pussy, not a big dick. Is that alright with you?"

"N-No! I mean, yes, but- I just- You acted so-" Her face was turning so red, Kyoka felt like Kaminari could identify as a fire hydrant.

As a mercy, Kyoka would lay a finger over Kaminari's lips, struggling to keep her smile lowkey. "You can explain what the cause of that is during our date, okay?"

The punk-rocker let her smile grow wide as she turned around, letting her imagination create a picture of Kaminari reacting to both her acceptance of the meal as well as calling it a date. She let her feet take her towards the line of ladies, soon finding herself inside the locker room. She was quick to change out of the clothes she was wearing and into a lavender colored sports bra and matching yoga pants. Kyoka pictured her hero costume being a bit looser, but she didn't quite feel like testing that out in one of most important physical exams of her life.

After stuffing her clothes and phone into a locker temporarily, Kyoka made her way out to the buses, getting into her appropriate one. She kept to herself on the bus, taking a window seat and simply staring out at the university. After some waiting, the bus kicked forward to start taking the group of gals onboard to their testing site. It took a little bit to arrive, just going to show how massive this campus was, and when it stopped, the aspiring heroes slowly got out of the vehicle.

Everyone stood around, mentally and physically preparing themselves by either closing their eyes and breathing or by stretching. Kyoka did the latter, since if she focused on relaxing, she knew there would be a chance that she'd be even more worried. So she popped squats. Physical labor did a great job at distracting Kyoka.

After stretching her arms out in front of her body while lowering her ass to the floor for about the tenth time, Kyoka would notice someone approaching her, in a very similar outfit to what Jiro was wearing except in the color black. Due to the person approaching mid-squat, Kyoka's head would be level with the person's crotch. The black yoga pants actually did a great job at hiding the bulge within, yet the close proximity of literally being three inches away from it made it so Kyoka could see it.

When the purple-haired gal stood up from her squat, a little flustered from the events, she would actually be able to describe what the person looked like. She had bright pink skin and similarly colored hair in a messy fro of sorts. She also had two small horns at the front of her scalp. The stranger's eyes were entirely black, other than the bright yellow pupils within them. The woman's sports bra was squeezing her chest tightly, making her breasts look at least like D-cups. She had cleavage exposed, whereas Kyoka had none. Outdone once again, Kyoka thought. But more so, this pink-skinned lady had curves. Her stomach was deliciously toned while also having some chub to it, and her hips as well as her thighs were tastefully fat. Kyoka couldn't hold a candle to the stranger.

"Wassup, stranger? You pumped to show off your hero skills or what?" While asking the icebreaker, the pink-skinned gal would grin at Kyoka as well as give a peace sign over her right eye.

"Uh." Real smooth Kyoka, you see a hint of a strangers dick and you forget words. God dammit. "I guess, yeah? Just trying to warm myself up here. And you? Are, uh, are you pumped?"

"You bet! I failed that test for sure, so I'm looking forward to showing off my skills so the professors forget about that boring stuff. By the way, I'm Mina Ashido, feel free to call me by my first name!" As this bubbly girl spoke, she would start shaking side to side as if shimmying to an indiscernible beat. If Kyoka was a perv, she'd note how that behind of Mina's jiggled just as enthusiastically. No, Kyoka was only noticing that because she was having entirely wholesome thoughts.

Also, what is with people being okay with doing horribly on the written exam?! Seriously, it's still important!

"I-I'm Kyoka Jiro. It's a pleasure, Mina." It was kind of weird addressing someone by their first name upon first meeting, but if Mina preferred it that way, then why not abide her wishes? The ear jack girl started to reach out to give a handshake, but the pinkie-pie instead enveloped the slightly shorter girl into a hug.

It both felt nice to have Mina's chest push against Kyoka's own, as well as slightly demeaning. She just had none of the cushioning that Mina did and it made her jealous. This was also the first time that Kyoka had ever felt that fantastic appendage press against her body. It would be safe to say that Kyoka wasn't just wet from sweat anymore. "Nice to meet you, new friend! Make sure to give it your all, okay? Go plus ultra! We've got an awesome future ahead of us!"

The pinkie then let Kyoka free from the hug before skipping away without a care in the world. Like she hadn't just pressed her dick up against the apex of Kyoka's legs. Yet, that wasn't what Kyoka's mind was focused on at the moment. No, she had latched onto the word 'future'.

With the notebook, Kyoka could change reality by altering the past, in a way. She could make this thing happen in the past, cause people to believe something had happened to make it that way. She could even make inanimate objects turn into whatever she wished, as if they had always been that way. But, what about the future?

'New Rule: The owner of the notebook, Kyoka Jiro, can create rules that will happen in the future.'

It would be impossible to know if that would work if she didn't try something out. So Kyoka tossed another idea into the ether.

'Future Rule: Kyoka Jiro will find herself in a lewd situation during the practical exam at U.A. that leaves the other person involved developing a crush on her.'

Now only time will tell if that worked. Like usual, Kyoka didn't feel anything happen. About to start doing her warm-up stuff again, a familiar voice would call out. "It's time for you all to test! Go go go, now! There's no countdown in reality!"

Kyoka was already running in when Present Mic said 'all'. Her legs took her quickly into the training area, which was filled with dozens of homes that looked as if could be real places to live. U.A. certainly wasn't shy of spending money, huh. She did her best to run in a direction that most others didn't go, that way she'd be more easily able to track the sounds of some robots. Even on her way to somewhere, there were robots jumping out of the shadows or just sitting in the open. Kyoka would send her ear jacks into the robots, then **** her heartbeat to reverberate through them, destroying them from the inside.

By the time she stopped to scout by planting her ear jacks into the street, Kyoka already counted having twelve points. She needed more. She caught her breath before continuing to run off to the area she heard the most robotic whirring of. It took a minute to get there, but the points were very well worth it.

Halfway through the time, Kyoka had a solid twenty-nine as her score. She still had time for more, she had to get more. The punk-rocker **** herself to run further in towards the closest noise. At times, she would see some attendees struggling against a robot, so she'd take care of it for them.

Then there was a minute left. Kyoka had made it back into an area with a lot of other attendees at this time. A massive rumbling started to shake the ground, sending Kyoka off balance and to her knees. A little bit aways, Kyoka would see the silhouette of a massive robot appearing over the buildings. It was the 0-pointer, and it was huge!

Everyone started to run away from it in a panic. Kyoka was about to do the same, until she noticed that a pink-skinned gal was just about to walk underneath a part of a building that looked like it was going to collapse at any moment.

Nope, not any moment. This moment. A decently sized piece was just about to fall on Mina. "Watch out!" Kyoka yelled the words as she launched herself towards Mina, knocking the pinkie-pie out of the way of the dangerous debris. Unluckily, she hadn't been able to avoid all of the debris, just the dangerous ones.

Kyoka was laid on top of Mina, who was resting on the floor on their back. Kyoka's head was resting in the crook of Mina's neck, and she was effectively straddling the pinkie-pie's lap. After releasing the position she was in on top of Mina, Kyoka would attempt to sit up, yet found herself unable to. There was some solid debris resting over the two of them. Judging on the fact that Kyoka's spine didn't hurt to tell, she could infer that the debris landed on something else then rolled over top of her. It still hurt though.

"Thanks for the save, gal pal." Mina groaned out to Kyoka, then suddenly grew very silent.

Kyoka continued trying to push the debris off of her with no results. Actually, it seemed to only cause something to press harder into her. She couldn't quite feel what it was. It wasn't sharp like the end of a rock or something, and it was somehow pushing up into her?

"Please stop moving! You're, um..."

Oh fuck, Kyoka thought, that's her dick. So the future thing came true! That meant even more things were possible now.

"Mina."

"Jiro."

"Are you-"

"Yes, I am, and I am so so sorry, please don't move because every time you do you start grinding up against me! Also, try not to breathe on my neck, I'm real sensitive there and it feels so fucking good when you do-"

After clamping a hand on Mina's mouth to shut her up, the red-faced punk-rocker would twist her head to the side so she was no longer breathing onto that sensitive neck. If she has a crush on me now, though, I'll happily keep that information in mind.~

So the two waited for help to come. They still had airflow so they talked about some stuff, a big part of it being Mina talking about how cool Kyoka had been saving her like that. Eventually, one of the U.A. professors came by, Cementoss, using her quirk to help shift the debris painfully off of their bodies. She had her hair pulled back in a brown bun, looked like a gray protein bar, and wore a burgundy vest over their modest sized chest. "Sorry for the wait you two. If you guys are hurt at all, please make way to the nurse's office after you retrieve your stuff. Good job at the exam."

(I could not find a picture of a female Cementoss, so just imagine cement boobies please.)

With that, the two were freed and allowed to go their separate ways. Except Mina didn't leave Kyoko's side when she could have. "What's wrong, Mina? Why're you slowing down to keep in pace with me?"

"It's my fault you're hurt and unable to hurry on out of here. I figured I'd apologize by staying with ya, you know? And I'd like to get your number. Uh. I-If that's alright, I mean! I get if you don't want to because of, um, the, the 'accident'."

I really must be a morosexual, because that was kinda cute. "Sure, I'm fine with that. Makes it so we can plan the next time we do something like that, instead of doing it impromptu."

It took Mina a few moments to get the joke. Then she got this devious smirk on her face. "Oh sweet, cute, innocent thing. If you're going to start teasing someone like that, you better make sure you can handle any teasing in return. I'm going to get my payback.~"

Kyoka was instantly concerned and turned on. "I dare you to do your worst."

The resulting evil laugh from Mina caused the punk-rocker to second guess her faux-confidence. She had no idea the kind of monster she had unleashed on herself in the future. All that Kyoka was focused on now was her upcoming, so-called date.

(Author's Notes: Thanks for reading the chapter! The smut's going to really start happening now, but I still plan on having story. Also, if you're reading this soon after it released, let me know how lewd you'd like me to have U.A. academy be. Aka, should sex in the halls be commonplace, or should the fun times be limited to private spaces and after classes? Have a good day :] )