Sorry about the long wait and the short chapter, my family is kinda hectic around Christmas and new years. On top of that my school just got back in so I've been spending the time getting back into rhythm. From now on we will be back to a good pace between vote ends and posts.
Also, an interesting question. Do you want Mineta in 1A?
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"No!" you state, your voice, surprisingly, firm and resolute, the perfect antithesis to how you truly feel about this decision. Yes, she was right, quirk registration was the first and most fundamental of the quirk-based laws. 'But is this truly a quirk?' you question, once again glancing down at your hands, phantom sensations reminding you of the fire you briefly held.
You were human, smart, sometimes frighteningly so, but still human. And part of being human was that knowledge was limited, but if there was thing you knew a lot about it was quirks. From esoteric to mundane, public to some of the most hidden of the Regression, the age that followed the advent of quirks.
No matter how varied, no matter how distinct and separate powers seemed, all the strings could always be tied together for a single, encompassing origin. Yet this… this was beyond your ability to simplify so. Screens containing information, the ability to produce fire, and many other things. You were no idiot, you knew there was more, although the question was how much.
You snap back to reality as you notice that your mothers constant rambling had halted, leaving the room eerily silent. You glance up from your hands, seeing your mother halted mid stride, head turned towards you and mouth hanging open mid-sentence. The question in her gaze was clear.
"I-I-I don't want to waste their time! I-if we wait a bit I can experiment, and we won't have to be a burden by giving them more work if we found something wasn't right!" You stutter out, your inner turmoil leaking out a bit, making your clearly reflect your nervousness.
Your mother shuts her mouth quickly, head nodding rapidly as she hastily agrees, awakening, somewhat, from her daze. "O-oh, your right! Quirks aren't always what they first appear as, and we don't want to be any more of a burden than we already will be! Afterall, we're over a decade late!" Exclaims Inko.
A ringing sound caused you both to snap towards the clock hanging on the wall, and upon seeing the time, your eyes widen in shock. 'I..' you begin, but are interrupted by your mother. "Oh no! Hurry up and get dressed dear or you'll be late!" The elder Midoriya voiced your thoughts exactly.
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You pack up your books after the final class of the day, a sigh escaping your lips. It had been a long day, and when the adrenaline of the morning finally ran dry, you realized just how tired you were.
You hoist your bag onto your back, walking out of the empty classroom, passing the noticeboard on the way out. The main thing on the board was the notice that this was the last week for club registrations. You put that out of your head for the moment, something to be decided later.
Heading towards the gate, you look out onto the street, trying to decide which path you should take home.
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[ ] You feel to tired to stay out for much longer, take the shortcut by the underpass home, it's the quickest way.
[ ] Take the main road by the commercial district, maybe you could browse around a bit. Afterall, you had just received your monthly allowance.
[ ] Go by the forest on the long way home, maybe the fresh air by the woods and cliff will help you wake up.
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Vote closes 12:00 PM Saturday