Chapter 47: Observations
(HARUE'S POV)
If I ever say "that was fun" again after getting slammed face-first into pavement fifteen times… someone punch me.
I meant it at the time, sure. Adrenaline, victory, a rare smile from Aizawa-sensei—great stuff. But the moment we got on the bus headed back to the main building? Every bruise, every rib, every muscle in my body started screaming in perfect harmony.
Still, I was upright. Sort of.
Momo and I climbed the bus stairs with slow steps—well, I climbed like I'd just finished a war campaign. Momo barely had a scratch. Just a little sweat and mild anxiety.
Aizawa followed behind us, silent as always. But before we could even drop into our seats, he stopped and gestured toward the back.
"First Recovery Girl. No arguments."
He didn't sound angry—just matter-of-fact. Which, coming from him, was basically fatherly concern.
"Mostly him," Momo added beside me, glancing at my limp left arm.
"Gee, thanks," I muttered as I slumped into a seat, not even pretending to hide the groan that escaped me.
God did I get my ass whooped.
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Recovery Girl's office was bright, clean, and smelled like antiseptic mixed with peppermint. Comforting, in a grandmother-will-fix-you-up-even-if-you're-missing-a-limb kind of way.
She looked up from her monitors the moment we walked in.
"Oh, dear! What did you do to this poor boy?" she exclaimed, rounding her desk like a whirlwind in a lab coat.
Her eyes darted to Aizawa.
He blinked, deadpan. "The objective was realism."
Bad choice of words.
"We said realism, not trauma!" she snapped, turning to me worried.
"I'm fine," I offered with a weak smile.
She wasn't having it.
"No, no you're not," she grumbled, adjusting my chin with one hand and summoning her signature pouty glare. "Honestly, Eraserhead, what's wrong with you? That poor boy looks like he got hit by a truck carrying regret."
I heard Momo quietly snort behind me.
It was not that funny.
Aizawa muttered something about "teaching resilience" and "he volunteered," but it was drowned out by Recovery Girl patting my cheek and leaning in.
"Well," she huffed, "I suppose it's nothing I can't fix."
Then—smooch.
Right on the cheek.
Instant warmth rushed through my skin, spreading outward like a fire stoked from within. My Quirk, already brimming with internal energy, responded automatically. Muscles repaired. Bruises vanished. Scratches sealed.
I felt… alive again.
My bones didn't ache. My shoulder was able to move without pain. Even my black eye faded away like it had never existed.
"Wow," I muttered. "That… is one hell of a buff."
"You're welcome, dear," she said sweetly.
I turned to Aizawa, flexing my arms with a sarcastic grin. "Want to go another round, Sensei?"
He stared at me like he was strongly considering it.
I dropped the grin.
"Joking. Definitely joking."
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We moved toward the monitoring station where a dozen screens displayed the remaining exams. Recovery Girl adjusted one of the dials and motioned for us to sit.
Aizawa stood off to the side, arms crossed, a quiet observer again.
Momo sat near me, eyes trained on the screens with calm focus. Me? I leaned back, arms crossed, watching my classmates battle teachers, traps, and the occasional psychological breakdown.
Most of them were playing out like I remembered.
Midoriya and Bakugo still looked like a mess—Midoriya trying to cooperate, Bakugo trying to detonate the sun every five seconds. Not my circus, not my monkeys.
Sero and Mineta were still dealing with Midnight—poor bastards.
My eyes drifted to the top-left monitor.
Kirishima and Todoroki.
Cementoss was giving them resistance, sure—but they were moving smart, coordinated. Todoroki froze pillars mid-surge while Kirishima tanked blows and plowed through hardened walls with brute strength. Not subtle, but effective.
Cementoss may have been durable—but Kirishima? He was on a rampage.
"Hardening and ice," I muttered. "You got lucky Ejiro"
Kirishima let out a shout on screen, punching straight through a cement blockade with a smile that looked one part pain, two parts adrenaline.
Guess he will pass this time.
I watched a moment longer, then turned away.
That fight wasn't the one that made my stomach twist.
I shifted my gaze to the lower monitors—specifically the feed showing two of my favorite idiots.
Mina and Kaminari.
And there he was—Nezu.
On a crane.
Of course.
The little mouse-rat-bear-genius-whatever was using construction equipment like a war general. He had them pinned between two steel walls, a flood of debris blocking every route, and the crane's arm pivoting with inhuman timing.
They looked like ants trying to escape a blender.
Kaminari slipped trying to jump onto a pipe. Mina tried to melt a wall—but Nezu redirected water through a broken hydrant, splashing her and ruining her acid flow.
I flinched.
Hard.
"Yikes," I muttered. "He's toying with them."
Momo frowned. "That's… Principal Nezu?"
"Yep," I sighed. "The brain of a thousand computers and the cruelty of a caffeinated calculus teacher."
I leaned forward, eyes locked on the screen.
Mina was still trying. Her eyes sharp, movements desperate. Kaminari looked half-shocked, half-dazed—but still trying to shield her.
I didn't say anything else.
I just watched.
Because I knew what kind of teacher Nezu was.
And I knew how much it hurt when the test wasn't just a challenge—but a lesson in helplessness.
But this is a good lesson for her, you cant just brute force your way through everything.
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( The Next Day )
The next morning arrived with sunshine, open windows, and the kind of low buzz that only a class full of teenagers riding a high could generate.
The classroom was alive with energy.
Laughter bounced off the walls, chairs scraped noisily as students leaned toward each other, chattering about their practical exams and what the forest training camp might be like. Iida was reading a pamphlet he clearly printed himself about "Outdoor Team Cohesion Exercises." Bakugo sat near the back, arms crossed, face scowling—but even he wasn't yelling. Kirishima was throwing air punches, talking about campfire workouts.
Even Todoroki had the faintest hint of interest in his eyes.
It would've been perfect… if not for the two students who looked like they'd lost a war.
Mina sat sideways in her seat, slumped against the desk like she hadn't slept. Her head was tucked against her folded arms, face barely visible.
Kaminari wasn't faring much better. His usual cheerful slouch had become more of a depressed puddle.
I sat next to them, chewing on a protein bar while listening to Mina mutter into her arms for the hundredth time.
"I can't believe I'm not going," she whimpered. "I wanted to go with you… I even started packing my pink sleeping bag…"
"You don't know that yet," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "It's not over 'til Aizawa-sensei says so."
Mina turned to face me, and—yep. There it was again.
Tears in her eyes. Lip trembling.
"Mina…"
"I trained so hard!" she cried quietly. "I even got better with control! But I still got wrecked by a mouse in a construction site! A mouse, Harue!"
"It was a genius mouse in a crane," I corrected gently. "That's, like, three levels of unfair."
She sniffled, curling her arms tighter around her head.
I reached over and gave her shoulder a soft pat. "Hey. Come on. You did your best."
"That makes it worse!"
I looked helplessly at Kaminari, who just offered me a tired thumbs-up from the other side.
Then the door slid open.
And everything stopped.
Aizawa walked in, tired as ever, scarf draped loosely around his shoulders. His expression gave nothing away. The whole class tensed, posture straightening immediately. Even Bakugo shut up.
He walked straight to the front of the room, dropped his capture weapon onto the desk, and looked out at the students with half-lidded eyes.
"Alright," he began.
No drama. No pause.
"Some of you didn't pass."
Mina's head dropped. Kaminari looked like he aged five years on the spot.
"But," Aizawa continued, his voice steady, "everyone will still be attending the forest training camp."
The room exploded.
"Yesss!" Kirishima jumped up, pumping his fist. "We're going to the woods, baby!"
Todoroki blinked. "That's… unexpected."
Midoriya practically lit up like a Christmas tree. Sero fist-bumped Ojiro. Tsuyu clapped once and smiled softly.
Then Mina shot upright with cartoon speed.
"Wait—really?!"
Before I could even register it, she tackled me in a hug, arms wrapping around my neck like a vice. "We're going to camp! We're going to camp!"
I laughed, nearly choking on my protein bar. "Glad to see the tears were temporary."
"You don't understand, I was gonna cry for days!"
Aizawa cleared his throat.
Everyone fell silent again.
"But," he said with the finality of a guillotine, "those who failed will be taking remedial classes during the training camp."
The mood drop was instant.
Mina slowly pulled back from the hug, her face paling. "Wait. What?"
Kaminari looked like someone had just told him the power went out during the final boss battle.
Aizawa scanned the room, his gaze pausing briefly on each of them.
"You'll still get to participate in some of the exercises," he clarified, "but while others train, you'll study. And if you fall behind during missions, you'll be benched."
The excitement turned to groans. Even the ones who passed felt the mood shift.
But even as Mina dropped back into her seat with a dramatic sigh, there was a soft smile tugging at her lips.
"I'm still going," she whispered, half to herself. "Remedial classes or not… I'm still going!"
The class slowly returned to buzzing—just with slightly more stress involved.
Kirishima and Sero were already talking about what kind of training they'd get to do.
Midoriya scribbled notes furiously about what gear to bring.
And me?
I leaned back in my seat, stretching with a yawn.
Inside a thought was circulating in my mind.
Forest lodge, huh?
I guess its time to get rid of a couple of nuisance, that think attacking us is going to be easy.
Also-
My eyes flashed as I started a student at the edge of the class.
Aoyama your end is near.
End of the chapter.
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( AN: In this fanfic, Sero passes the exam.
Because, let's be honest—it was total Bullshit that he got failed in the original cannon.
And also I'm not doing the shopping scene with deku and shigaraki that was dumb, why would he expose himself like that and not get immediately caught.
Anyway what do you think of the chapter, give me your thoughts and also if you have any interesting ideas comment them, they may or may not get added if I like them enough.)