𝐎𝐧𝐞.

                                    

                                          
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Waking up that morning, Riki got out of her bed and walked over to the bathroom, though she felt somewhat dizzy, not exactly nauseous, but... disconnected. It seemed like time only passed as normal, though a blink brought her from home to school.
                          
Considering both Izuku and Riki had gotten into UA, it was the first day of school, which was supposed to be the day of orientation. Sliding the door open, Bakugou was sitting in his seat obscurely. That was odd... Riki never remembered taking the entrance exam, which scared her.
                          
"...ey, are you okay?" Whoever's voice that was, she was too dissociated to focus. Shaking her head to try focusing on the things in front of her. Looking over to the source, it was Deku, the same one who had the look of confusion on his face.
                          
"Yeah, just have a headache," it was a simple lie, though it was odd... she knew everything, but didn't know how she got to school. Maybe there was something interfering with her quirk, and it pained her to say that she didn't know what it was. "Midoriya, I have a question: when did we take the entrance exam?"
                          
"Two days ago, then we got the confirmation letter yesterday, and our first day was today... Are you sure you're okay?" This wasn't the first time she'd been missing time without knowing what was going on, and considering her quirk was absolute knowledge and senses, it was weird to not know what was going on.
                          
"Mhmm, it's probably some sort of migraine, it'll pass," as easy as it was for her to know something about a specific subject was it to lie to everyone around her. "Anyways, we should probably get to our seats-" as she was about to walk in completely, there was a certain loud blonde that caught both of their attentions.
                          
"Deku?! Know-it-All?! How the hell did you two get in here?" He was yelling, that wasn't something she liked to hear, regardless of how much she specified. 
                          
"Bakugou, your voice is being a bit too loud at the moment, I need you to quiet down. Also, don't ever call me that again, I'll jump-smack you from here. The teacher will be here any minute," going to a random seat, she wanted to try to figure out what was going on inside her head. 
                          
Without having to look over at the door, she knew the teacher had arrived, and honestly? It was in a weird way. Instead of walking into the classroom like a normal person, he was at the front door in a yellow sleeping bag on the ground. "8 seconds, it took 8 seconds for everyone to quiet down. That's unacceptable, now go put these uniforms on and head outside to the training area."
                          
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Getting towards the training area, the thing that Aizawa was referring to was the Quirk Apprehension Test he was planning on having. Riki wasn't one to talk to others, not out of her being introverted, though that was a major factor, but also because she didn't want to deal with people.
                          
"Korikawa, you're first," it was a ball throw, that much was clear when she saw him holding up a baseball. "Throw it as far as you can with your quirk." It seemed as though when he said that, time didn't pass at all, or so she thought.
                          
However, she couldn't remember pitching the ball, but when she came back to full consciousness, Riki noticed the ball in her hand was gone and the teacher was holding up the recorder. As it read: 9003 meters, though she didn't remember having any sort of strong quirk. Knowledge and heightened senses could only go so far.
                          
Stepping back into the class, it was clear some of the students were still in shock, saying: "You have such a great quirk!" or "that was awesome!" She didn't remember what she did, which was the one drawback of her quirk: knowledge couldn't be reflected on herself. The number of times she'd tried using a mirror to figure out what she wasn't remembering was astounding, and it was clear that nothing was going to change anytime soon.