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Izuku got up.
Parts of the robot were all over the place.
'I wasted all my time, I need to work harder. I only got five points...' he mumbled to himself.
He went to the girl. "Are you alright?"
She looked nauseous, but overall okay.
"Yeah! I'm fine!" She smiled at him. Recovery girl headed their way, giving kisses and gummy candy to everyone. 
"You are all reckless young people! Not thinking anymore..." She was indignant.
She kissed him, and then the nice girl and gave them both candy. Everyone started leaving home, chatting with excitement. But Izuku felt devastated. He couldn't believe that after all he's been through, he still needs to do better. Maybe everyone were right. Quirkless people can't be heros.
He was just living in the illusion that he mattered. 
He returned to his new dorm room, and curled into a ball against his wall. He should have just stayed at the streets. Escape from EraserHead, and starve to his death.
He slammed his head back. Something dropped with a metallic 'clang' sound. 
Weird. 
His room was empty, with a bed, a small desk for studying, and a pile of stuff from his time on the streets he has yet to unpack. He turned to face his bag, when he saw something glowing at him. He shoved his things under the bed when he saw it. Dropped to the floor.
The license plate. 
The same one from two years ago, when he saved the Akamoru family. It's soft gleam shining with memories. The people who brought him his personal belongings from the roof must have recognized it, and took it with them.
He picked it up. A bit dusty, and rusty. It reminded him of that bit of joy, filling him in. Overflowing, and leaking from his eyes in the form of light drops of water. Suddenly the happiness turned into frustration, and that turns into anxiety, which splits up to stress, and fear, with a pinch of disappointment. 
Who was he kidding? A lot of disappointment.
Someone knocked on his door.
A small breeze refreshing the air as Aizawa walked in. It was already getting dark outside. Just how long was he sitting there? He placed the license plate on the cold floor and looked up.
"Why did you bring it too?" He asked. He should have asked, and a long time ago, but he was too busy ignoring the fact that he wasn't alone anymore.
"The plate?" Eraserhead jerked his head to point at the aluminum board. "The officers thought you would want it, that you kept it like souvenir or something." He scanned Izuku, and noticed traces of tear burns in the corners of his eyes. "You okay there, problem child? Why are you asking this now?" He investigated, and sat in front of him. Izuku's gaze moved to his hands, that seemed more interesting than facing the world. "I failed, and I shouldn't be here, and- and -"
"Woah! Slow down kid, breath." He put his hand on Izuku's shoulder, and the boy flinched a bit. Shouta felt his body rise, and fall with every inhale and exhale. 
"Good. Now, one thing at a time. You didn't fail." Izuku's head shot up. "Wh- what? Are you certain? I only got like five point! It's nothing!" He stared at the pro hero, shock holding him from mumbling forever. 
"Yeah, you really believed UA will have such simple test?" He smiled under his capture scarf. 
Izuku's brain stopped working.
"I can't tell you any more then what I already told you, but as for the second thing, you really need to be here. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, got that?" He found himself lost in emerald green eyes, covered by forest viridian curled hair.
"Now go take a shower, you still smell like a campfire." He said as Izuku's grin widened.
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Word count: 650 words
Sorry I'm so sorry 😞