I walked through the entrance of UA Academy. Every step I took made the fat, squishy meat of my asscheeks clap and jiggle. I can't deal with this stress.
[Stop worrying! I doubt anyone here knows you're working for a gang of dangerous, murderous, nasty, ugly, powerful, dominant, daddy, strong, gnarly villains.]
"Shut up," I muttered. I stopped walking, and turned around. There was a guy crouching behind a trash bin near the gates. Hey... I know that guy. I recognized that curly green hair.
I walked up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him out into the open walkway.
"Hey," I said.
He started to cry, bursting into tears, his face scrunching up as he sniffled loudly.
"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" I asked. Why is he crying?
I glanced around nervously. The other applicants walking past were stopping, staring at me, and whispering to each other.
"Look at that bully," a guy muttered, pointing a thumb at me.
"Picking on the weak kid on the first day," a girl scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Fuck! I really didn't do anything! I just wanted to ask him if he was okay. I for sure thought he died when All Might threw him into that dumpster.
Izuku sniffled again, looking up at me. "P-please... can you just forget ever seeing me that day?" he whimpered.
I quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah, sure. I was never there."
Before I could back away, he leaned forward and wiped his snotty nose onto my shoulder. Asshole! Urgh, disgusting!
I forced a smile, patting his arm. "Good luck today, buddy," I said, as he wiped his eyes and started walking toward the main building. Is this whimpering crybaby an applicant? Unbelievable.
I watched from behind, letting my fat, clapping dump truck sway lazily from side to side as I followed at a safe distance.
Suddenly he tripped over his own two feet on the first step of the staircase. He was falling towards the concrete when a girl with brown hair jumped to his rescue. She slapped him. I tried not to laugh.
She slapped him so hard he started to float into the air, his arms flailing. I looked at her. Damn, I wanna get slapped too.
Wait. Hey! Flying is my thing!
I stayed back, crossing my arms as she pressed her fingertips together and released her quirk just as he was hovering close to the floor. She dropped with a light thud.
"Sorry for using my quirk on you without asking," she smiled brightly, leaning in close to him. "I'm Ochako Uraraka!"
[Holy shit, look at those puppies!]
I flushed red, trying to ignore the system, but I couldn't help but look at her chest, her large breasts begging to burst out of her shirt. Midoriya turned beet red as he stared at her.
[I'd like a turn when he's done! How old is she? Verifying age... 18! Because all characters in this novel are above the age of consent!]
"I-I-I'm Midoriya!" he stuttered, waving his arms around around like an idiot. "Izuku Midoriya!"
Three hours later, I stood outside the testing arena, wiping the dirt and sweat from my skin. I dusted my hands off as I looked up at the scoreboard showing the final results of the practical exam.
First place. Duh.
[You little slut. You're pretty good at this hero business huh? Didn't expect first place! Too bad I'm gonna turn you into a filthy whore.]
I put my hands on my hips. "I may not look like it, but I've been busting my ass training for this." I whispered angrily at the screen. "And besides, this test was made for me! The robots are big and slow targets. All I had to do was fly though them. Super awesome test."
[Don't get too comfortable playing the hero, Host. Don't forget your actual job.]
I sighed, right, the parasite inside me and the group of thieves and killers who want free shit.
I slipped my phone out of my pocket, activating my quirk to float quietly. I pressed record, panning the camera slowly to capture the faces and quirks of all the successful applicants around, sending it to Shigaraki.
My chest tightened as he replied back with a thumbs up. This is making me feel sick.