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[QUEST LOG]:
Active Quest:
[Tutorial Task 1: Escape the Supply Closet.]
Reward: 200 EXP 15 Proficiency
Penalty: None.
Hint: Use your surroundings. High [INT] increases success rate!
He groaned, banging his head on the closed door of the cramped closet, surrounded by mops, buckets, and an overwhelming smell of bleach.
bleh
“This is so dumb,” he muttered.
Izuku sighed, tugging half-heartedly at the door handle. "Okay, this is fine. This is totally fine. I have a quirk now, right? I can definitely—"
The system screen flickered in front of him, interrupting his pep talk.
Reminder: Procrastination decreases efficiency.
“I’M NOT PROCRASTINATING!” Izuku whisper-yells
“Okay, okay, focus, Izuku. Use your surroundings. High INT. Right. I can do this.”
He scans the closet, stuffed with cleaning supplies, a step ladder, and an old, rusty toolbox shoved in the corner. “Okay, uh…think. What would All Might do?”
Hint: All Might would not be trapped in a closet.
Izuku glared at the glowing text. “Yeah, I know. Thanks for nothing.”
Taking a deep breath, he crawled toward the toolbox, opening it to reveal a haphazard collection of screws, nails, and a rusted flathead screwdriver that looked old enough to belong to his great-great-great grandfather. “Okay, yeah, this could work.”
He shuffled to the door and inspected the lock. It was an old, manual bolt. With shaky hands, Izuku jammed the screwdriver into the narrow gap and started fiddling with it.
“Come on, come on…”
For a moment, it felt like he was getting somewhere—until the screwdriver slipped, and he jabbed himself in the thumb. “Ow!”
[HP]: 19/20
“YOU TRACK DAMAGE?!” he hisses at the system.
Shaking his injured hand, he tries again, muttering a steady stream of “please work, please work” under his breath. Finally, the lock clicked, and the bolt slid open, falling to the floor with a clink.
“Yes! I did it!” Izuku whispered triumphantly.
Objective Complete!
Reward: 200 EXP
Current EXP: [200/500]
15 Proficiency
Proficiency PTs added [Skills]
Ignoring the hovering text, he slots the screwdriver back to its place in the toolbox and tidies up the little closet the best he can before quietly swinging the door open. The metal hinges creak as they turn and Izuku winces at the unpleasant noise. He glances at the clock and breathes out a sigh of relief. 25 minutes before lunch break ends. He can still make it, as long as he doesn’t run into Ka-
…
Ah. he just jinxed himself didn’t he-
White text returns
[QUEST LOG]:
Active Quest:
[Tutorial Task 2: Avoid bullies.]
Reward: None.
Penalty: ???
Bakugou rounds the corner, only two of his lackeys trailing behind him as the blonde chugs on what seems to be a can of coke.
Izuku panics and does the most logical thing one would in his situation
He runs.
He quickly darts to the nearest room that isn’t the cursed (yes, cursed—Fuck you stupid door that locks from the outside) supply closet, because he decides he doesn’t need a replay of the previous hour, which just so happens to be the bathroom. The greenette locks the stall, his heart hammering in his ears because god damn that was close.
He tries not to lean on the walls of the stall, eyeing the suspicious-looking mold spots dotting the cheap green material. Wads of old gum were plastered on the stall door, along with the words “THE NAKEAD MEN FERS NO PIKPOCET” (a pre-quirk meme that had recently started circulating) scribbled in chicken scratch with blue sharpie . The words look a bit faded as parts of certain words have been scratched out.
He knows he probably shouldn’t be judging because his own notes look like dog crap but seriously, the guy that wrote this should really consider taking a few penmanship classes, and after school English tutoring lessons, and use a different brand of marke-
No- stop. bad izuku. Focus. Now's not the time to be insulting people in your head, Izuku. (You can do that later)
He takes a few deep breaths, reorganizing his thoughts.
Yes, now, back to the matter at hand, he now has 2 major problems that he has to figure out.
- How to get to his classroom two floors up without being seen.
- How to use his quirk.
Speaking of quirks, the quest log was still floating in front of his face, stubbornly refusing to disappear.
Hint: Quest is ongoing and will only end when the objective has been completed.
Hint: To close quest log, [say] close quest log.
Oh- oh yeah. Why didn’t he think of that?