MHA: [HEROINES CROSSOVER] ME? IM FROM CLASS D!

Chapter 23: 23 TAPPED

[ Maki's POV ]

I was walking straight, trying to blend in with the crowd, but suddenly it felt wrong to be wearing Crocs on a sandy ground. I looked down and saw white sand slipping in with every step I made, so I decided to stand still and avoid more white sand invaders.

While checking my slippers, I noticed a shadow approaching. I looked up and analyzed the person in front of me. Attached to his legs were engine-like turbos.

Then he suddenly shouted at me. He talked about me being a delinquent, unfit to be here, even giving me a chance to leave.

This was new to me. Ever since I came here, I was never good at communicating with others. Even in my hometown, I only had a small circle of friends—about five real friends who would never snitch on me. I grew up with them, living a simple life.

And now suddenly, someone I didn't know—a complete stranger—was saying things like that to me, as if it were normal. I was just minding my own business, trying to blend in, and someone was already telling me to leave. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for a promise I made.

My anger surged, and I couldn't really help it. I know I'm just a random guy who somehow got reincarnated here, but for a random person to say such words so casually… oh, I get it now. It must be those people who think they're above others. People who think the world revolves around them. People who look down on others.

One thing I learned growing up is this: when your bait catches something big, you retaliate. So you better not judge someone you just met.

I don't know what happened next, but something stirred inside me.

Boooooooooooom.

I felt something being released, intoxicating—like anger and frustration pouring out at the same time. I don't know what it was. Maybe one of my abilities. But it felt good. Really good.

Then I heard a polite woman's voice telling me to control myself. I looked up and saw her

But I didn't know how to control this pressure thing.

And I could smell something from the woman, who was asking me politely

Not to brag or anything but my senses were on another level. Maybe thanks to Hashirama's physique—everything felt sharper, more alive.

I could smell blood. And My six senses were buzzing like how Spider-Man's danger sense works in the movie .

It's telling me that

This woman was dangerous, and she was hiding it deeply.

I spoke to her, but she remained composed. No strange movements. When I saw her blue eye, I noticed a glint—desire, curiosity. As we stared at each other, I felt myself regaining control. My composure stabilized, and the pressure faded with it.

But my eyes never left her blue eye.

I could tell she was analyzing me, deciphering me, probably searching for weak points. Then she raised one eyebrow.

Our staring contest was cut short by Present Mic's loud, energetic voice. The woman closed her eyes, but before she could speak, she smiled at me.

Then another woman appeared. One thing was certain—she had long legs. I could also see a sword at her waist. But even with her eyes closed, the braided woman was still gazing at me. I could feel it.

The long-legged woman started talking about separating us into different groups and gave us one hour to prepare. I waited like everyone else.

Then suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a woman.

She was around my height, with light tan skin. When she tapped me, I noticed it was the same hand I had seen back at the entrance. Her hair was wavy and white, flowing down her back, with bangs covering her left eye. She had blue eyes and prominent lavender-colored lips.

She wore a pink striped leotard, a large yellow scarf flowing nearly to the ground, sleeves around her elbows, and long dark boots reaching her knees with decorative adornments at the top. A rose tattoo was visible on her upper right leg.

I just looked at her and said nothing.

In a nonchalant voice, she asked,

"What's your name?"

I wanted to reply, but my voice wouldn't come out. Was I afraid to talk to a girl? No—it was just that I wasn't good at communicating with people I didn't know. It felt like being suddenly interviewed on live television.

I gulped. Time was moving fast, and I needed to answer. But before I could, she spoke again.

"Well, good talk, i guess. You can call me Smoothie. Charlotte Smoothie. Looks like we'll be attending the same school, same year."

After introducing herself, she turned around and walked away, joining a small group of girls.

I wasn't really interested in talking much or opening up casually to others.

Then another tap landed on my arm from behind. I turned around and saw the long-legged woman from earlier—the one who had spoken on the stairs.

What was her name again? I remembered hearing a little purple guy muttering about her measurements earlier. "Lion?" No—Gion.

She was around shoulder height compared to me. Up close, I smelled smoke. I raised my left hand and pinched my nose shut with my index finger and thumb.

She looked surprised, sniffed her arm and hands, but smelled nothing. She raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking what was wrong.

"You smell like cigarettes," I said.

She chuckled, pulled a black ribbon from her pocket, and handed it to me.

"Look for an instructor wearing a black ribbon. Follow them. They'll take you to the examination venue."

I nodded. She waved and walked away.

I removed my fingers from my nose and inhaled a fresh breath of air.