"Woo! Now that's a hero-like record if I ever saw one!" Uraraka cheered, arms in the air. Iida adjusted his glasses.

"His finger appears to be-"

"Broken." Tamashī interrupted, looking at the dark haired boy. "Sorry… but his finger is broken." Iida frowned, staring at the previously silent classmate.

They were silent for a moment, Iida in though and Uraka gaping at Tamashī for even speaking. However their silence was broken as Bakugo shot forward with his quirk, intent on getting answers from Midoryia.

"What the fuck? Explain yourself Deku!"

… Deku…?

Bakugo was stopped barely a hair away from blasting Deku to the next life. Wrapped around the blonde was what most of the students once thoughts to be a scarf but it was in fact-

"It's a "capture weapon" made of carbon fibers and a special alloy wire." His hair was up on end, eyes narrowed into an irritated glare. "Stop using your quirk, idiot. I'm getting dry eye over here." Tugging the so-called scarf, his hair flopped back down around his shoulders as Bakugo teased, standing still. Deemed a non threat by their teacher for the time being; not to say he still didn't look like a feral pomeranian.

Midoriya was quick to shuffle over to Uraka and Iiida.

"Is your finger okay?" The brunette asked, worried for the green haired teen. Tamashī eyed Midoryia, his finger more specifically.

"I'll take you to Recovery Girl, Midoryia." Tamashī said, "after the rest of the test. Shota won't let you off that easily. So you'll have to suffer through it for now." Midoriya flushed red and Tamashī walked away.

She managed to produce more average results save for the long run, and during all this she remained silent and kept to herself, ignoring the stares that Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida sent her way.

"Moving along. Time for the results." Aizawa drawled. "Your total scores simply reflect your performance in each of the tests. Explaining the process would be a waste of time, so all you get are the final rankings," he held the small device, clicking a button for a holographic screen to manifest in front of him, "also, I was lying about expelling someone."

He was met with pure utter silence.

"That was a rational deception…" he said with a grin, "...meant to bring out the best in all of you." Almost half the class seemed shocked while Yaoyorozu put her hands on her hips, brows quirked.

"Well of course it was a lie… didn't take much to figure that out…" She said with a sigh. Tamashī had to bite back a laugh at this.

"Anyway, we're done here." Aizawa turned away from the group, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Your documents about the curriculum and such are back in the classroom. Make sure to give them a look…" He glanced back at them, specifically Midoriya. "Make sure to get Recovery Girl to take a look at you…"

That was Tamashī's que. She tugged on his sleeve carefully catching his attention and motioning her head to the building; "we need to change first. Come on."

Their walk was quick and they parted ways to change, the mention of Tamashī changing clothes managed to get Midoryia's face the colour of a tomato but she brushed him off as she walked away… this time Tamashī made her way to the change rooms, eying the females. Yaoyorozu was the first to approach her.

"You handled these tests well! My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, pleased to meet you… I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier but you weren't here when we were changing." She placed a hand against her cheek. "Apart from Todoroki and I, you were the only other student to get in through recommendation…"

Tamashī swallowed, nervous. She hadn't exactly expected anyone to directly talk to her… much less start an actual conversation. She pulled her skirt up over the sports pants before shimmying the pants off(a poor way to hide her tail without stripping) as she tried to think up a reply.

"I… yeah sorry about that… I don't really like groups or anything. I didn't wanna get crowded." Her ears pressed back against her head as she folded her pants, shoving them into her bag.

Yaoyorozu opened her mouth to say something but Tamashī swiftly apologized, dipping her head as she rushed out to find Midoriya. She should have been watching where she was going because she ran headfirst into the poor boy, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"A-ah! Tamashī are you… o-okay…?" Midoriya stuttered only to be dismissed with a nod and Tamashī grabbing his hand, leading him away from the changerooms and the eyes of their classmates. The green haired teen was red faced and stuttering the entire way there, up until they got to Recovery Girl's door and Tamashī let go of his hand to knock before going in.

"Ah Midoriya, Aizawa said to- Tamashī? I didn't expect you." The old woman got off her chair to green the girl.

"Sorry to intrude…" Tamashī said, dipping her head with a nervous smile. "Principle Nezu said you were given my information… I thought I'd… check in..." She chuckled nervously, scratching at her cheek, looking to Midoriya for a moment. "You… should probably help him first though…"

"Oh is that all?" The small old woman looked over Midoriya, eyeing his hand and clicking her tongue as she ushered him to sit down. "Not this again," she said, shaking her head before planting a firm kiss on Midoriya's hand, the fingers bruising almost disappearing completely. Midoriya was basically gobsmacked, holding his hand out with his mouth agape. "Now hurry on then I have other things to be doing!" She made a waving motion with her hand.

"O-oh… right. Thank you Recovery Girl… a-and Tamashī… I'll see you tomorrow in class…" He said, fixing his bag straps and rushing out the room, closing the door a little too harshly in his rush to leave… probably embarrassed again. It seemed to be a character trait of his.

Tamashī let out a heavy sigh, and slumped into the chair Midoriya had been in only moments ago. The tail under her shirt twitched as well and Tamashī swiftly crossed her arms over her chest.

"Now then," Recovery Girl said, fingering through her files, "such a Quirk I must say. I had a read over your file and to be monitored by the government at such a young age… though I do suppose things like this can happen…" She sighed, shaking her head and pulling out Tamashī's file. "It says here that your collar contains a dosage of Acepromazine, enough to tranquilize a small horse at that…" Recovery Girl clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

"Yeah… it used to be less but they got worried when they were informed I had been enrolled in U.A. so they upped the dosage in case… better safe than sorry…" She lowered her head, ears drooping.

"I see…" Recovery Girl hummed, eyeing the file and taking careful glances at Tamashī. "It says here that the first transformation happened when you were five…" She skimmed over the words as Tamashī nodded.

"Yeah… I think another kid set me off… it's hard to remember, I can't even remember his face at this point…"

Or the hero you mutilated.

Tamashī shook her head and managed to smile shyly at Recovery Girl.

You ruined that man. He had to quit because of you.

Tamashī stood up, covering her mouth, "I have to go… thank you for treating Midoriya earlier…" She was out the door faster than said green haired boy, not bothering to close the door as she hurried down the halls, pulling out her phone with somewhat shaky hands.

:[Mitzuki]

Leaving school now, I'll be home soon mama.

[Mama]:

Wonderful! Stay safe on those trains!

:[Mitzuki]

I will. See you soon x

Her fumbling was interrupted when she walked into someone, almost dropping her phone in the process.

"Ah, Tamashī! I w-was wondering when you'd come out…" Midoriya had waited for her? "I wanted to thank you for… for walking me here?" The way he said it seemed like more of a question, but Tamashī only dipped her head in acknowledgement, gripping her phone in both hands as she avoided eye contact.

"N-no problem Midoriya…" She muttered. The boy was silent for a moment, gripping his blazer in anxious thought.

"I- I saw you on the train this morning… I was wondering if you'd want some company…?" He seemed to be apprehensive, she was eyeing his red shoes and still could sense the unsure waves rolling off him. "I-If you don't that's okay I just thought I'd ask!"

Had Midoriya been the person she had seen this morning? She wracked her brain but she could only picture a uniform disappearing into a crowd.

"Yeah… I don't mind…" Tamashī mumbled, fumbling to put her phone back into her pocket and keep walking, Midoriya keeping on her tail- so to speak.

"We must live close to each other, Tamashī. Though I haven't seen you before…" Midoriya said.

"I don't leave the house often, I have to look after my mother…"

"Oh I live with my mum too! I don't really know my dad... What about you?"

"My dad isn't home often. Work I think, mum doesn't like to talk about it much…" Tamashī trailed off, her pace slowing as they got to the school gates. How long had her dad been working? Two weeks maybe… Tamashī hadn't seen him in four though… When he was home he never came out of the office and Tamashī was too worried to invade his privacy. He worked hard and was tired…

"A-Are you okay Tamashī…?" Midoriya asked. She hadn't realized she'd stopped walking and was staring blankly ahead until a head of green hair was in her immediate vision. His hand reached out to touch her, and that was what snapped Tamashī out of her odd daze.

"Oh…" she shook her head, taking a step back, "yeah. I'm fine, sorry." She waved her hand dismissively, offering an apologetic smile.

Midoriya hardly seemed satisfied but opted to say nothing, Tamashī was quick to dismiss her feelings and kept walking, much to the worry of the green haired boy and his deep set frown that Tamashī was seemingly oblivious to as she kept walking. He trailed after her as they walked towards the train station.

"So," Tamashī said, clearing her throat. "How's your finger feeling?" Midoriya stared at Tamashī for a moment, flexing his fingers absentmindedly before jolting, realizing she was talking to him.

"Oh well… you saw Recovery Girl fix it," he scratched his cheek, face red, "so it doesn't really hurt anymore." He flexed the finger absentmindedly, showing Tamashī the no longer purple finger. She frowned.

"Iida and Ochako… they mentioned that something similar happened in the entrance exam during the test fight. It was robots this year, wasn't it?" Her head tilted, ears pressing back. "But they said you basically destroyed your entire arm."

Midoriya seemed to trip over the pavement, face flushing as he stuttered.

"It's fine, I'm sure Shota will end up talking about it… or Hizashi. He blabbers enough as it is." She sighed, chewing her lip. "It's not uncommon to have a backwards quirk, y'know. But I can understand being embarrassed about it."

"No! It- it isn't that!." Midoriya waved his hands, trying to explain himself. "I… yeah I guess you could say my quirk is kinda backwards. Using it at full power can cause a lot of backlash." He flexed his hand, opening and closing the fingers. "I don't know how to control it yet. Not properly." Tamashī's frown seemed to pull at her brow.

"Yeah it's like that for a lot of people." She scanned her train pass, eyeing the station floor as the pair weaved through the crowd. " Her shirt shifted when her tail flicked underneath it. "My quirk is unpredictable and can be hard to control."

Midoriya was frowning now, he almost looked guilty. Tamashī offered him a nervous smile as they got to their train platform. The crowd seemed to thicken and Tamashī instinctively grabbed onto the hem of Midoriya's school sleeve to keep herself steady. He flinched but didn't say anything.

The rest of their journey was uneventful and quiet. As it turned out Midoriya only lived a street away from Tamashī.

It wasn't until Tamashī was in her bedroom did she slump to the floor, letting out a heavy sigh, running her hands through her hair. She could hear her mother making her way through the house before tapping on the wall by her door, letting Tamashī know she was coming in.

"Hey hun, how was your day?" She watched as her mother wheeled her chair in, settling in front of the girl on her bed. "Shota messaged me, he said you did well, even made a friend maybe?" Tamashī smiled, hands on her knees.

"Yeah. This kid has a pretty strong quick, broke his finger. I waked him to the infirmary and we ended up catching the train together." Her mother seemed to beam at this information. "He definitely stands out in a crowd. Almost looks like a short stalk of broccoli." She mused with a snort, earning her a playful smack on the knee from her mother.

"I think I've bumped into his mother before. What did you say his name was?"

"Oh, I didn't catch his first name but his surname is Midoriya." Thinking about it, Tamashī had heard the name before and she tried to think back to it. "I remember now, we talked to his mother when we went to get groceries the other week! She told you she had a son going to U.A. and about how nervous she was for him!"

"I'm glad you remember that, she was so lovely. I believe she gave me her number, maybe I should invite them over for tea sometime." Her mother said, placing her hand on her cheek. "You do seem to get along with this boy, especially if you took the train with him."

Tamashī's ears turned red, but she only brushed her mothers comment off as she stood up, dropping her blazer to the ground in a heap before moving to the kitchen to cook dinner. As eventful as today was she knew tomorrow would be more work, more socializing and more getting to know people.

Her anxiety spiked, but Tamashī pushed it down. She would push through, she always did.