#quadratic functions notes

[er-cryptid]

The Discriminant

[math-journal]

Cheat Sheet

Shortcut to basic concepts that I might need to review in future.

[justchillgurl]

𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼☆๑

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗘𝗾𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.･ั｡๑♡

wc; {something near 11k} phew...

･ั｡๑♡Summary:

⸝⸝ 𖦹₊˚⊹ ❝

⟡ She’s silver spoons and splintered glass,

⟡ He’s silence wrapped in steel.

⟡ They meet in margins, not in hearts—

⟡ A rivalry too sharp to heal.

❞ ⊹˚₊𖦹 ⸝⸝

Pairing→ Na Baek Jin x fem! Reader

Side note: you need to check the previous part to continue this☆

⚠Warnings:

– Academic pressure / performance anxiety

– Subtle emotional repression

– Mild jealousy / possessiveness

Y/n stepped into the near-empty classroom, the door creaking slightly as she pushed it open with her elbow.

She was early. Uncharacteristically early. But she liked how the school looked before it filled with noise — like a stage with the lights still off.

Her uniform was the standard gray of Yeo-Il High: a fitted blazer with the gold-trimmed crest over the heart, a white shirt buttoned loosely at the collar, and a pleated skirt that hit just above the knees. She wore it with the kind of casual disregard only someone with complete control over their image could pull off.

One shirt cuff was rolled sloppily while the other was buttoned perfectly. Her tie hung slightly askew. Her hair — loosely tied at the nape in a half-twist — looked like she’d done it with one hand in the backseat of a car.

A single silver pin held a few strands from her face. It wasn’t designer. Just something she liked.

And somehow, it made her look like the most put-together person in the room — even when she wasn’t trying.

The lights in Classroom 3-C always buzzed faintly before they fully warmed up. It was one of those details no one paid attention to — unless you arrived too early.

Y/n pushed the door open with the weight of her shoulder, balancing a half-empty energy drink in one hand and her phone in the other. The classroom, bathed in the gray-blue light of morning, was almost empty. Almost.

A rustle of paper. The soft beep of a timer. Chalk tapping rhythmically on the board.

Na Baek-jin was already there.

He stood at the whiteboard with surgical focus, sleeves rolled precisely to the elbows, blazer off, tie knotted perfectly. His phone was propped on the corner of the teacher’s desk, timer running — two minutes and twelve seconds already ticked by. A complex equation sprawled across half the board, and he worked through the solution with brisk precision, barely glancing at his phone.

Y/n blinked, paused in the doorway.

“Of course,” she murmured under her breath, amused. “You eat quadratic functions for breakfast.”

He didn’t look back. “You’re here early.”

“So are you,” she replied, dropping into her seat — the one right behind his — with a thump. “What are we trying to prove today? That sleep is optional?”

“Just reviewing,” he said. “Mock exam results post today.”

“Let me guess…” She leaned her chin on her hand, eyes narrowing with mock drama. “You’re worried I beat you again.”

Still, he didn’t turn. “No. I’m expecting it.”

That actually made her blink. He never admitted things like that. She squinted suspiciously. “Wait. Is this a tactic?”

Baek-jin capped the marker, stopping the timer as he stepped back to evaluate the board. “No. Just a prediction.”

“Well, damn. Look who’s mellow this morning.”

She stretched, kicking her foot against the edge of his chair with just enough force to nudge it. He didn’t flinch, but she saw his hand twitch slightly, like he was deciding whether to react.

She always did this — poked, prodded, dropped comments like matchsticks and waited to see if he’d catch fire. Most of the time, he didn’t. But occasionally, something would flicker. Those were her favorite days.

“You know you’re not fun when you’re this composed,” she added.

Baek-jin wiped the corner of the board, crisp and efficient. “You say that like you enjoy my company.”

She leaned back in her chair, hands behind her head. “I enjoy bothering your company. Different things.”

A silence hung between them for a beat too long.

Then: “I think you enjoy being seen.”

She turned her head. “Excuse me?”

“You act like you don’t care, but you make sure someone’s always watching.”

Y/n laughed. “You’re confusing me with yourself, Mr. Union President.”

Finally, he turned — just slightly — and she caught the way his eyes flicked to hers for a heartbeat too long.

It wasn’t flirtation. It wasn’t admiration. It was… calculation. As if he’d filed away a piece of her like a chess move.

“I’m not interested in being seen,” he said. “Only understood.”

“Good luck with that,” she muttered, brushing past him on her way to the windows. “People don’t like understanding things they can’t control.”

That afternoon, the test scores went up — and as predicted, they were neck-and-neck again.

Y/n, 97. Na Baek-jin, 97.

Her smile was immediate. “A tie. Again. What is this, our fourth?”

He stared at the sheet of paper for a second too long.

“You disappointed?” she teased.

“No,” he said. “Just annoyed.”

“Same thing.”

“No. You disappoint me. The rest just annoy me.”

She blinked, caught off guard. That was new.

But before she could respond, he was already walking away.

Y/n watched him walk off, one brow raised, lips parted in the beginning of a comeback that never left her mouth.

Did he just say she disappointed him?

She wasn’t sure whether to be offended or impressed. Na Baek-jin wasn’t usually the type to let anything personal slip. His words were always precise, sharpened to purpose — never designed to provoke unless it was strategic.

But that?

That almost sounded emotional.

She jogged to catch up, falling into step beside him. “So, what—you finally developing a personality under all that restraint?”

Baek-jin didn’t look at her. “You think teasing me is charming.”

“I think it’s effective,” she said sweetly.

“Effective at what?”

“Getting you to talk more than five words at a time.”

He said nothing. But his lips twitched—barely.

They parted at the stairwell, as always. Baek-jin turned toward the upper floors, where the library was located. She headed toward the rooftop — not because she she did anything there, but because it was quiet. And she liked quiet.

Except when he was in it.

Baek-jin didn’t enter the library right away. Instead, he stood in the hallway for a moment, staring down at his phone. The screen still displayed the tied score, snapped in a quick photo earlier.

He zoomed in on her name.

Not for the first time.

He told himself he kept track because she was the only one who consistently threatened his record. That she was competition. Nothing more.

But if that were true, he wouldn’t remember the color of the hairpin she wore last week. Or the way her handwriting curled slightly when she wrote in a rush. Or the way she always yawned in second period, like she hadn’t slept enough.

He locked his phone and exhaled.

This was… inconvenient.

Later, in the courtyard, Y/n sprawled across the bench with her back to the low afternoon sun, book open on her stomach. She wasn’t reading it. Her eyes were closed.

Footsteps approached.

She didn’t move, didn’t even flinch — just said, “If this is about the test scores, I already called the press.”

“You shouldn’t sleep outside,” Baek-jin’s voice replied.

“Why not?” she said, eyes still shut. “You do worse things in alleys.”

He didn’t argue. “It makes you look vulnerable.”

She cracked an eye open. “Why would that matter to you?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Then why say it?”

He didn’t answer, and that alone was an answer.

She sat up slowly, blinking against the sunlight. “God. You’re exhausting.”

“You’re loud.”

“I’m engaging.”

“You’re irritating.”

“You’re obsessed.”

That made him pause.

Just for a second.

She grinned.

He walked away.

But she saw it. The hesitation. The way his spine stiffened. The way, even in retreat, he didn’t quite deny it.

The school day unraveled in its usual rhythm, each period folding into the next with clockwork finality. After the last bell, the corridors flooded with students collecting bags, murmuring weekend plans, brushing against one another in a blur of laughter and limbs.

Baek-jin moved through them like a current refusing to be swept up. Controlled. Unbothered.

But he slowed—imperceptibly—when he passed the second-floor vending machines and saw her.

Y/n stood in front of the machine with one arm casually braced above it, talking to a first-year student he didn’t recognize. Her blazer was half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled in uneven cuffs, her hair messily re-tied in a knot that had already begun to come undone.

She was smiling.

Not like she smiled at him—sharp, playful, needling—but like someone who didn’t need to defend themselves.

The boy said something that made her laugh. Baek-jin couldn’t hear it. Didn’t want to hear it. But the way she tossed her head back, light catching in her eyes, made something go tight in his chest.

He turned away before she could spot him.

And he hated that he did.

That night, he found himself at the bowling alley.

Not for the noise. Not for the sport.

But because it was quiet in a different way.

A kind of quiet no one else could touch.

A place where everything made sense.

Baek-jin sat in the far back room — the office space he’d claimed, unofficially and absolutely. It still smelled faintly of cigarette smoke from a previous smoke seong je had.

A few scattered papers lay across the desk. Union business. School notes, homework and such as. But he wasn’t looking at them.

He was staring at the wall.

Then — for no reason he could logically explain — his mind drifted to two years ago.

[FLASHBACK — Two Years Ago]

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The auditorium was buzzing. The inter-school mathematics competition was down to its final round, and the tension felt almost sacred.

Na Baek-jin, already rising in rank as one of Yeo-Il’s brightest, stood at the front row table, jaw tight, pen poised.

Then came the girl.

New to the school. Transferred mid-term. She sat two tables to his right.

He hadn’t even looked at her name.

But when they called the final question — a three-part combinatorics monster that left half the room gaping — she didn’t even flinch.

She wrote fast, confident, left-handed. Her pen scratches were deliberate and sure.

He felt it then — an unfamiliar flicker of panic.

He wasn’t just competing against a student.

He was competing against her.

She finished before him. By seconds.

And when they announced the winner, it wasn’t his name they called.

She turned in her seat and smiled at him. It wasn’t smug. It wasn’t pitying.

It was something worse: delighted.

“Good game,” she had said, sticking out her hand. “Let’s do this again.”

He hadn’t taken her hand.

But he never forgot it.

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Back in the present, in the hush of the backroom, Baek-jin leaned back in the office chair, arms crossed.

A smirk touched the corner of his mouth.

Then — almost against his own will — he chuckled.

Once.

Soft.

Sharp.

Like someone who realized, a little too late, that the game he’d been playing was no longer just about winning.

[retrotrait]

Ep 8

[School Bell Ringing]

Ms. Baalman: Alright class, today we're going to dive into quadratic equations. Can anyone remind me what the standard form of a quadratic equation is?

[chatter]

Ms. Baalman: Yes, that's right, we'll start by reviewing how to solve these using factoring. Remember, factoring is just one of several methods we can use.

[Lizzie is awful at math]

[door opens Caleb walks in nonchalant]

Ms. Baalman: Excuse me Mr. Idol, school isn't your personal playground, you can't just waltz in fifteen minutes late.

Lizzie: [whispering] oh god, why is he in this class?!

Caleb: It won't happen again, I'm sorry

Ms. Baalman: I sincerely hope so, for the sake of your grade

Ms. Baalman: Anyways class, half of your grade for this class will go towards your final project, which will be designing and analyzing a theme park ride.

Lizzie: [whispering] Oh, that sounds interesting

Ms. Baalman: This will be a joint effort, you will be partnering up with another student and apply mathematical concepts such as functions, geometry, and statistics to design and analyze a hypothetical theme park ride.

[another student?]

Random student: Excuse me Ms. Baalman, how will we know who our project partner is?

Ms. Baalman: Excellent question, to make this simple your partners will be the student behind you.

Lizzie: BEHIND US?

Creator note: My favorite trope you ask? Well, forced proximity ofcourse. [cackling] Short chapter but next one will be up tomorrow!

[lovelysturnx]

ＮＥＲ V ＯＵＳ ＨＡＮＤＳ，L ＯＵＤ ＨＥ A Ｒ T

in which ⋆˚꩜｡ reader tutors chris

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙?, 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔡!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔯!𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 (maybe new moodboard?)

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you sat at the far end of the library, the quietest corner you could find, surrounded by tall bookshelves and the faint smell of old paper. your notebook was already open, pages neat and full of formulas, diagrams, and color-coded tabs that probably made you look more like a machine than a person. Three pens—black, blue, red—lined up perfectly in front of you.

you djusted your glasses and checked the time again. five minutes late.

then six.

then ten.

he wasn’t coming. of course not.

you exhaled, chewing on the end of your pen and pretending it didn’t matter. you could just leave. you could tell Mr. Carrow that Chris hadn’t shown, and that you had tried, really. after all, you didn’t ask for this—to tutor Chris Sturniolo, the Chris Sturniolo. the guy who barely knew your name, even though you’d shared math class for months. the one who wore the same worn leather jacket every day and had that perfect, careless smile girls practically tripped over themselves for.

and yet here you were, sitting in a library at 4:30 p.m. on a Thursday, because you had said “sure” before you could even think about it. because Mr. Carrow had looked at you like you were some sort of math robot who could save even the most hopeless case. because some stupid, quiet part of you wanted to be near Chris Sturniolo—even if he never noticed you at all.

then, the sound of footsteps. loud. confident.

you looked up, and your heart immediately began doing that ridiculous fluttery thing it always did when you saw him.

Chris.

he didn’t walk—he strolled, like the air bent around him. hoodie unzipped, a smirk already forming like he knew he was late and didn’t care.

“hey,” he said, dropping into the seat across from you like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“h-hi,” you replied, your voice catching in your throat. you looked down so fast you probably seemed rude, but it was either that or stare at the curve of his jaw. “you’re, um… late,” he shrugged. “coach held me up. or maybe I just forgot,”

you didn’t know what to say to that, so you went back to your notes, focusing on the page like it was more interesting than the way his knee was now bumping yours under the table.

“so,” you began, voice trembling slightly, “we’re supposed to start with quadratic functions. do you…know what those are?”

Chris didn’t answer. you peeked up—he was staring at his phone, thumbs lazily scrolling. no book, no notebook, not even a pencil. just him, slouched in the chair, radiating boredom like it was a perfume.

you cleared your throat softly. “they’re, um… equations that look like ax squared plus bx plus c equals zero. and there’s factoring and the quadratic formula. it’s not hard if you practice, really…”

he sighed. not a word—just a long, drawn-out groan like he was already exhausted by your existence.

still, you pushed forward. because you always did. because numbers were easier than people. because if you just focused hard enough, maybe you’d forget how his hair fell into his eyes like it was trying to drive you insane.

“i…i think i forgot to get the practice problems in the book,” you mumbled, standing quickly. “i’ll go grab it.”

the bookshelf loomed like a tower, and of course, the book you needed was at the very top. you reached on your tiptoes, fingers barely brushing the edge, trying not to wobble. it was stupid. you should’ve asked a librarian. or brought a stool.

then, you heard it—another sigh. footsteps behind you. and before you could turn, Chris was there.

he didn’t say a word as he reached past you, arm stretching over your shoulder. you froze. he was close—so close you could feel the heat of him behind you, smell that faint trace of cologne and something warm, like sun and laundry and a bit of trouble.

he grabbed the book like it weighed nothing, and for a second, he didn’t move. neither did you.

then he handed it to you, holding it out without looking at you, like it was no big deal.

but when you turned to take it, your eyes met.

and everything stopped.

his fingers brushed yours, just barely. your breath caught. his eyes weren’t distant or amused or disinterested. they were locked on your, steady and unreadable, and for a terrifying, thrilling second, you couldn’t move.

you swallowed hard.

“th-thanks,” you whispered, voice so soft it almost didn’t exist.

he blinked, and then stepped back like it never happened. like that moment hadn’t shaken the ground under your feet.

you sat down again quickly, clutching the book like it was life support. your cheeks burned, and you didn’t dare look at him.

“o-okay,” you said, flipping pages too fast. “so… back to tutoring,”

chris leaned on his elbow and looked at you—not with boredom this time, but something slower, more curious.

you lowered your eyes, pretending to study the page, though you couldn’t read a single word.

and for the first time, you didn’t know if the heat in your cheeks came from embarrassment…

or if you were just nervous.

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[fryingpan1234567]

Can u write some malconnor hcs plz??? ❤️🤭 I'm starved fr :)

Ty love u

ah yes my babies I love them sm

it took me a while to get to this but anon I gotchu babe I love me some malconnor at ALL times

they’re givingggg youngest sibling x youngest sibling

I think Connor has always liked the idea of having a motorcycle, but he didn’t take it seriously until Malcolm mentioned someone at his school got one (and was kinda cute)

Connor was NOT HAVING THAT

(he called Travis like “BUCKLE UP WE’RE COMMITTING GRAND THEFT AUTO TONIGHT”)

can’t remember if I said this already but these two could ABSOLUTELY play Ghostface and get away with it

Malcolm would be their supplier and Connor would know all their escape routes and plans B through Z

maybe I’ve already written an au but that’s a WHOLE other thing

anyways I feel it in my Soul that Malcolm is from SoCal, so you can imagine he’s no stranger to parties, even as an introvert (I like to think he doesn’t like people but he’s really good at them— he’s a social butterfly)

the first time Connor saw Malcolm do a blowjob shot (that is a REAL THING LOOK IT UP BEFORE YOU COME FOR ME IT JUST MEANS SHOOTING WITH NO HANDS) he actually almost passed the fuck out

(I don’t condone underage drinking, kids, make sure you’re of legal age before trying any form of alcoholic beverage)

they’re both energy drink addicts and they’ll get each other’s favorites

Connor’s a Red Bull girlie and Malcolm says Monster is his life support

baking together but it devolves into them throwing handfuls of flour at each other and slipping on the eggs they dropped on the ground

(miraculously, the brownies still got made)

Connor pushing Malcolm’s glasses up onto his forehead so he can kiss him better

aside from the point I feel like……. Connor would play lacrosse

if I were to make THAT an au there’s jersey headcanons and going to games and whatever else that comes with it but that’s a WHOLE other circus

anyways they play Minecraft together

lightsaber fights because they’re both nerds

EVERYTHING is a competition with them

“first one to the lake gets to pick the movie tonight”

“you’re on, Stoll”

“good luck, Pace. you’re gonna need it”

“I hope you’re ready to LOSE”

Connor FaceTiming Malcolm during finals season, melting into a burnt out depressed blob at his desk, only to see Malcolm serenely normal annotating a book in his beanbag chair because he’d already finished studying for the night

“Mal,” Connor begged, “help me. Why am I forgetting quadratics. That was a freshman term.”

Malcolm: “Isn’t that a function?”

Connor: “A WHAT (I can’t do this)”

Malcolm, already putting his book away: “Okay… animal crossing then?”

Connor: *inconsolable sobbing* “I love you”

before the first fight of the Battle of Manhattan, after Percy’s big speech and they realize just how bleak their odds are, I like to think these two found each other in the crowd before it dispersed and just. grabbing each other. and not letting go until they have to.

and we don’t talk about the unspoken relief when they first see each other AFTER that first battle because I don’t think I can emotionally handle that one right now

also you know how often they sleep between fights? I know for a fact Malcolm passed out on Connor’s shoulder after at least one of them

fighting back to back tropes but it’s these two annihilating every battlefield you stick them on together

Connor’s immune system is stacked because traveling = tons of sicknesses so Hermes’ kids are super resistant to that, but poor Malcolm’s immunocompromised ass is always getting sick somehow

and like— whatever can affect Connor at all will do much worse to Malcolm, and they find that out the hard way (having to wake up the Apollo cabin in the middle of the night for emergency help because Connor’s mild cold developed into pneumonia in his poor boyfriend)

on a related note, Malcolm is a major germaphobe but not in the obnoxious way my brother is

eughhh in the first ToP book when Apollo accidentally gives the entire camp hay fever, that was not a good follow up week for Malcolm

Connor, who was mildly congested and that was the worst of his symptoms, took care of him the whole time dw

(I reread the Last Olympian today!!)

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do the gang(Separate) with a reader who’s like Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg from Ride The cyclone if not then it’s fine🫶🫶

Summary: The Outsiders x Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg!Reader Warnings: none Author's Note: haven't really watched Ride the Cyclone, so if there are mistakes so sorry! You were, arguably, not like the rest of the gang. Top of your grade, probably even top of your school! A stickler for rules and your own sense of righteousness. So people were obvious shocked when you were hanging around with one of the gang.

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony heavily admired you, sure you were a little rough around the edges and harsh around more people, but your brain and wit drew him towards you. Recently his math grade had been slipping and so he pleaded with you to tutor him. It didnt take much convincing, so you found yourself at the library on a chilly afternoon. He was trying to do a quadratic function and you were getting pissed at him for not knowing this ‘basic’ math. “Come on Pony, what’s 15 squared?” You rubbed a hand over your face in frustration. “Uhmm..” He stared at his paper blankly, fiddling with his pencil. “You know what, I think we’ve done enough math for today.” You said, getting up out of your chair. He looked sort of sad but just nodded his head. “How about we go get some milkshakes?” You asked, swinging your jacket over your shoulder and offering him a kind smile. He brighted instantly and nodded excitedly. JOHNNY CADE Johnny never liked school, never. It was too much work and he found more pleasure in hanging around with Dal. But when he saw the photo of you under ‘most likely to be successful’ in his yearbook that was delivered, he knew he had to talk to you. He started showing up more and more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. You were in 3 of his classes and he was damn near obsessed with you, he watched all your movements and body language just to try and get close to you. He knew that you studied every night at the library, so one day he went there by himself. You were sitting at a table with your textbooks splayed out in front of you. He didn’t know what to do so he just walked past you trying to sneak a peek at what you were doing when you stopped him. “Hey you’re in my math class, right?” You smiled up at him and he nearly fainted. “Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Well, I can see you’re not doing anything. Why don’t you tell me what we did in class last week? I was sick” You asked him, pulling out a chair next to you. He sat down excitedly, happy that he finally got to talk to you. SODAPOP CURTIS Soda was a popular boy, he had looks, girls but not the grades. You were ‘popular’ in the sense that when people talked of a valedictorian, they talked of you. It was quite a shock when Sodapop walked up to you during your lunch. You were on the grass, textbook in one hand and a sheet of paper in another, trying to do your work when you looked up to see Soda standing over you. “Hey,” He said sitting down next to you. “Hi,” You replied curtly, already disassociating from the conversation. “Do you mind if I copy your homework?” He asked, pointing at the sheet of paper in your hand. You shoot him an unimpressed look. “Ballsy, but no.” You return to your work, scribbling notes quickly. He huffed a laugh before patting your head and getting up, walking away to his friends. You glared at him as he walked away, fixing your hair before returning to your studies.

STEVE RANDLE Your car was busted, so you decided to take it into the shop to have it fixed. The man working it was a nice young man named Steve that seemed more interested in what your plans were that day than anything. You pulled out your textbook to work on your homework when Steve shouted at you. “Don’t you get tired of doing schoolwork all day?”  You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you get tired of fixing busted cars and shooting blanks 'cuz you’ll never find a girl to fuck all day?” You asked, a devious smile on your lips because of the banter. He laughed, “Damn girl, now I really want to know what your plans are.” He nudged you and you laughed.

TWO BIT MATTHEWS You worked at the drive in, well not really. You did your school work at the drive in and occasionally filled up people’s drinks. Two-Bit was a regular customer that you started seeing after you begun work there, he would always take more drinks than he paid for. One time you watched him fill up his drink cup and then grab another one to fill up. He watched you stare at him, almost challenging you to do something, but you just returned to your homework. He took a sip of his two different drinks before coming up to you. “You not gonna do anything ‘bout the fact that I’m stealing?” He teased you. You gave him a sarcastic smile before putting your pen down. “Don’t get paid enough to care.” He nodded in agreement before looking down at your schoolwork. “They pay you to do all that work?” He countered and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll get paid more in the future,” You huffed, “Besides, not like your getting paid enough to talk,” You bite the end of your pen before doing that same sarcastic smile. He laughed and walked off. DARRY CURTIS You had been one of Darry’s friends in highschool. Friend was used loosely because he was a senior and you were a junior. You were just in the same social circle as him, smart girls who use jock guys for their cars and money and jock guys who use smart girls for their brains and mild-mannerisms. When you saw Darry again, 2 years later, putting up the roof on your house you were in shock. “Darry?” You ask, putting down your school bag on your porch. He looked down at you from the roof and waved lightly. “Y/n? I remember you,” You nodded, almost expecting it to not be Darry. “Never expected to see you…here” You gestured at the roof. “Why’s that?” He knew the answer, but it sometimes felt good to get assurance that he actually had a shot in life. “Thought you would’ve made something of yourself. Gone to college, football and all that shit.” You shrugged. “Yeah well, I’d rather see my brothers go make something of themselves than have them live in poverty. I’d also rather not be doing all the work you’re doing” He pointed at your school back. “Fair enough,” You unlock your door, but before going in you stop, “After you're done, would you like to come in for something to drink?” You asked him. “Would love to” He shouted down at you before returning to his work, “‘S long as you don’t bore me to death with English homework.” DALLAS WINSTON Dallas hated little preparatory girls like you, absolutely despised their stupid attitude and dumb rules. On the days he, rarely, went to school (usually because there’d be some fun thing to do or Johnny asked him) he made it his personal goal to piss girls like you off. So when you were sitting in front of him in class, he took his chance. He started throwing balls of paper in your hair and even one time an eraser. You inhaled, trying to contain your anger but another paper ball hit your head. You slammed your hand against your desk and turned around at him abruptly. He was in the middle of making another paper ball when you turned so he froze. “Cut that out, dickhead” You hissed, eyes narrowing in anger. He laughed. “The teacher’s going to explode if she hears a little prep girl like you say something like that.” He teased, voice low as to not distract attention. You leaned closer to him and he leaned closer to you, almost like a stare-off. “I’ll fucking slit your throat if you talk to me or do any shit like that to me again, you fucking jackass” You spit, knuckles turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. He raised his hand in surrender but with a small smirk on his face. “Alright, alright,” He paused, “How about, I stop and you come with me after school,” “And get kidnapped by you? Hell no.” You said, turning back. “Suit yourself,” Dallas snickered before ripping out more paper to annoy you with. You let out a frustrated growl before turning back around. “Fine, I’ll go with you for 1 hour.”

[rippk3s]

okay guys 1 note and i’ll do a quadratic equation, 2 notes and i’ll put it on the on the descartes cs, 3 notes and i’ll anyalyze the function, 4 notes and i’ll do transformations with it, 5 notes and i’ll learn to derivate, 6 notes and i’ll get deeper into matrices

[i-wanna-see-the-milky-way]

What Are Quadratics?

Note that in the Cambridge Mathematical Methods textbook (blue cover), the Property of Zero refers to the Null Factor Law. Since you have set the entire function equal to zero, you can use the Null Factor Law to get your x-intercepts by finding your factors of the quadratic.

[coochiew]

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Every year, trends show that certain topics in Physics, Chemistry, Biology, and Mathematics appear consistently in these exams. Prioritizing these areas helps students maximize their scores while managing time more effectively. Coaching institutes like the Best IIT JEE Coaching in Pune often structure their teaching around these key subjects to ensure students stay on the right track.

Key Topics for IIT JEE

Physics:

Mechanics (especially Laws of Motion and Rotational Dynamics)

Electrodynamics (Current Electricity, Magnetism)

Optics and Modern Physics

Thermodynamics

Chemistry:

Organic Chemistry: Reactions and Mechanisms

Inorganic Chemistry: Periodic Table, Coordination Compounds

Physical Chemistry: Equilibrium, Electrochemistry, Thermodynamics

Mathematics:

Calculus (Differential & Integral)

Algebra (Quadratic Equations, Complex Numbers, Probability)

Coordinate Geometry

Vectors and 3D Geometry

Key Topics for NEET

Biology:

Human Physiology

Genetics and Evolution

Cell Structure and Function

Ecology and Environment

Plant Physiology

Chemistry:

Organic Chemistry (especially Biomolecules and Polymers)

Coordination Compounds and Chemical Bonding

Thermodynamics and Equilibrium

Physics:

Laws of Motion

Thermodynamics

Current Electricity and Magnetism

Modern Physics

At the top NEET coaching institute in Pimple Saudagar and the top NEET coaching institute in Wakad, subject experts often emphasize these topics because they hold significant weight in the actual exam. These institutes help students identify their weak areas while continuously reinforcing the strong ones.

Tips to Master These Topics

Conceptual Clarity: Focus on understanding the why behind each concept. Avoid rote learning, especially in Physics and Chemistry.

Smart Revision Plans: Use flashcards, mind maps, and summarized notes. Allocate more revision time to high-weightage chapters.

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Expert Mentorship: Join reputed coaching centers like the Best IIT JEE Coaching in Pune that offer personalized mentorship, structured modules, and doubt-clearing sessions.

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Invest time in understanding your strengths and weaknesses, trust the process, and keep your focus on the end goal. The journey may be challenging, but the destination is worth it.

[geniustut]

The Integrated Program in Management Aptitude Test (IPMAT) is a highly competitive exam that requires thorough preparation, particularly in the Quantitative Aptitude section. This section assesses a student’s problem-solving skills, mathematical proficiency, and logical reasoning abilities. Many aspirants seek the best coaching for IPMAT in Delhi to enhance their preparation and improve their chances of success.

Why is Quantitative Aptitude Important in IPMAT?

Quantitative Aptitude is a crucial part of the IPMAT exam as it evaluates a candidate’s ability to handle numerical and analytical problems. A strong foundation in this section can significantly impact overall performance. For this reason, enrolling in IPMAT coaching online in Delhi can provide structured learning and expert guidance to tackle this challenging section effectively.

How Coaching Helps in Mastering Quantitative Aptitude

1. Structured Learning Approach

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Coaching institutes provide experienced faculty who specialize in IPMAT preparation. Through IPMAT preparation coaching in Delhi, students receive expert mentorship that helps them grasp mathematical concepts efficiently. Faculty members use real-world examples and problem-solving techniques that make learning engaging and effective.

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Quadratic Equations

Linear Equations

Polynomials

Functions and Graphs

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Divisibility Rules

Factors and Multiples

HCF and LCM

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Properties of Triangles

Circles

Volume and Surface Area

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Basic Probability Concepts

Mean, Median, and Mode

Permutations and Combinations

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Originally published at https://www.geniustut.com on March 6, 2025.

[math-journal2]

Algebra 2 - here - Book Ed1

Precalculus 1

Book: Precalculus 2e, Abramson, Jay, OpenStax, 2021

Transformations / Trig Review + 7.1

Unit 1

Review / Algebra 2 Cheat Sheet

Parent Function: D & R

Set Builder Notation

Piecewise Function

^Tough Example I x I

Unit 2

Function Operations

Decomposing

Composites

Inverse Function

Review

Unit 3 [Book Notes]

Parabola Basics

Switching Between Formats

Quadratic Word Problem

Imaginary numbers

#imaginary review

Complex Conjugate Solving

Complex Plane / Solving i^#

Power Function (3rd degree +)

Graphing Polynomials (pg1)

*Power function is a format of polynomials

Unit 3 [Class Notes]

Imaginary / Quadratic Formula

Polynomial Functions (include end behavior and D/R)

Note: there weren’t any word problems on the quizz. Also solving for a (sub n) was a significant part. Plus, make sure to write x-intercepts as ordered pairs.

Unit 4 [Book Notes]

Dividing Polynomials

Long Division

Synthetic Division

Word Problem

Finding Zeros

Remainder Theorem

Basic poly division

Factor Theorem

Poly division, factor, solve for x

Rational Zero Theorem

Find possible x-intercepts or zeros

Finding Complex Zeros

^ same, a>0

Unit 4 [Class Notes]

Long D v Synth D

Eq —> Zero, Zero —> Eq

Possible Zeros, p/q

Narrow Possible Zeros

Graphing always option

Complete Factorization

Sq Root Zero —> Eq, Vertex Form

Terminology

Complex Zero Dump

MID TERM REVIEW

Unit 5

1/x

Rational Functions

Graphing

Edit: D > N —> y=0 h.a.

D < N —> y = slant

D = N — y= a/b

Exponent

Decay and Growth

Graphing

Extra

Application Problems

Compound Interest v Continuous Growth

Logs

Common v Natural

Algebra 2 Solutions

Graphing Logs

UNIT REVIEW

*note: no interpretting graphs on quiz

.

Unit 6

Log/Exponent Rules

Expanding Logs

Ways to Solve

Application Problems

Graph —> Eq

No review

Hard part: solving exponents of different bases / richter scale application problem / decibel / newton’s law of cooling

.

Unit 7

Basic Circle

Circle Problems

NonStandard —> Standard

Ellipses

Parabola

*my book notes are a mess, so yeah… ignore them. Only listing classnotes on MP

UNIT REVIEW

[amarantine-amirite]

The Christmas Eve Affair

“So, what brings you to Aurora on Christmas Eve?” the cab driver asked me, “Skiing?”

“I wish.” I said as I looked at the snow blowing across the road, “I have to write my SATs, and you're the only place that's open on Christmas Eve”

“Yeah, there are a lot of Muslims in this town,” the cab driver chuckled, “They don't call us Saudi Aurora for nothing.”

I laughed. “So, why are you writing your SATs on Christmas Eve?” she asked.

I took a deep breath and began, “I don't know if you saw on the news, but Rhode Island is planning to secede. That means we have to move, and move fast. The plan is simple. I go down to Aurora, write my SATs, spend the night, and the next day, I get on the train to Portland, and hopefully, meet my parents there.”

The cab driver shrugged. “Wouldn't it just be easier to stay put in Rhode island?”

“They can't be their own country,” I rolled my eyes, “They're stupid and they'll die.” 

We came within a hair's breadth of hitting a Sikh guy on an e-bike, even though e-bikes aren't allowed on the highway. Good old Saudi Aurora. It’s a city home to 300,000 people, none of whom can drive. “Out of the road, SpongeBob Turbanpants!” barked the driver

SpongeBob Turbanpants turned around and glowered. “This is why they don't let women drive in your country” he responded, gesturing at her A-Team print hijab.

“Shut up, you goat testicle!” the driver clapped back as she flipped him off. She turned to me and said, “Sorry you had to hear that.”

We spent the rest of the drive in silence. The car radio played “Heartaches” by Al Bowlly.

Check in for the SATs was shockingly simple. I presented identification, signed in, went through security, and entered the testing area. I didn’t, however, expect them to separate the boys from the girls. They had the girls do the math portion, then the language portion, and vice versa for the boys.they told us it was so that the girls couldn't cheat off their boyfriends during the math portion, but I'm not really sure how that tracks.

Things were fine until we got to question 13 on the math portion: obtain the roots for the following polynomial - x^5+x+1=2. They asked us to find the roots of a quintic that can't be factored.

Solving polynomials without factoring doesn’t seem fraught, but it’s really easy to get yourself into trouble if the degree of the polynomial gets high enough. Everybody can use the quadratic formula with ease. The cubic formula is messy, hard to remember and even harder to use. Messier still is the quartic formula, to the point that it isn't even worth memorizing. And a formula for quintics or higher? No such thing, my friend.

Quintic functions only have solutions if you can factor them or if they take on a certain form that lets you use other mathematical tricks, many of which aren't really taught to high schoolers. This one was neither. 

In the booklet they give you so you can show your work, I made a note saying that quintics of this form couldn’t be factored unless it met a specific set of conditions. 

Immediately after I finished the math section, one of the proctors pulled me over. “Excuse me, are you Margaret?” she asked. 

“Yes”. I noticed that she had a puffy face, skinny physique, and her name tag said Lucy. Her hair was the same dark brown color as mine, but it looked fake. 

Lucy pointed to my test paper. “We noticed a problem with one of your answers,” she replied.

“What kind of problem?” I asked. Outside, I'm calm, cool, and collected. inside, I'm freaking out because I think they think i cheated. I don't want to insist I didn't cheat. Saying you didn't cheat is exactly what someone who cheated would say.

“You were refusing to do your work,” she replied. The good news was, at least she didn't think I cheated

“No, I wasn’t,” I said. I pointed to the question. “That quintic can't be factored.” 

“No, it just takes time to factor, and you were in a rush,” Lucy replied with an exaggerated nod and overdone mouth movements. Her lipstick made her lips look like overfilled blood tubes.

“No, I wasn't,” I said, shaking my head, “It really can't be factored.” 

“Yes, it can.”

“No, it can’t.” At this point, I started sputtering nonsense. There was no way I could verbalize that the quintic presented did not meet criteria that would allow it to be factored.

“Keep your voice down, you're disturbing the other test takers,” Lucy barked. Her eyebrows creased so much you could put a penny between them and it’d stay put.

“They’re on break,” I said, “and you are louder than I am!”

Lucy exhaled forcefully, folded her arms, and said, “go. Get out of here. Now.” 

I left. Lucy went back and spoke with the other proctors. She then came back and said, “I spoke with my supervisor and you need to go in time out for the rest of the test.”

She led me away from the testing area to the time out room. The time out room had fluorescent lights on the verge of death, dingy wallpaper, bays of cabinets, and papers all over the floor. A trail of tiny humanoid figures led to a room with a single light bulb, orange curtains over an opening to a large laundry room, and a chair in the corner.

It got worse. While in time out, I heard a squishy noise and a scream coming from behind the orange curtain. 

I made the mistake of going behind the curtain and towards the source of the noise. What I saw next would undoubtedly be in my nightmares for the rest of my life: Ruth Washington and Denzel Chan.

I found Ruth sitting on the washing machine, leaning against the wall. She’d been hurt badly and had lost an eye. Denzel just died because they got split in half by a scissor lift. I only recognized them because they had their bulbous K-Pop pretty boy head on the outside and their feet on the inside.

Initially, I thought they were both dead. Ruth fell off the washing machine and her beaded locs clattered against the machine on the way down. She tried to stand up, but fell back over again. She was alive, but just barely. I had to act quickly before she too died.

I raced back to the testing area at record speed. I swung open the door, slamming it into the wall. I marched right up to the front of the hall and demanded, “I need you to call 911!”

Lucy walked away from me, patted a short, baby-faced proctor wearing a red turban on the shoulder and said, “Polynomial Karen’s all yours, Gursewak.” Gursewak looked at me and shook his head. “No,” he replied.

“Why the hell not?” I barked. 

“You’re singling me out because I'm Indian!” Gursewak clapped back, “That’s racial profiling!”

“No,” I said firmly,  “I’m singling you out because you have a phone at the ready.”

Gursweak didn’t care. “Do you English really expect us to have nothing better to do than make your phone calls,” he reprimanded. 

I gave Gursewak the most intense, focused gaze I could. I’ve got 8 inches on him, now was the time to make myself look even bigger. “I’m going to look past the fact that you called me English when you know perfectly well my last name is Strachan and repeat myself,” I said. My mouth dried up and I had to fight not to wrestle the phone from Gursewak’s hand. “I need you to call 911, now. Ruth lost an eye, she is bleeding. If we don't get her to a hospital ASAP, she is going to die.” 

Gursewak did nothing. “Boo hoo, we all lost somebody,” he said sarcastically. He refused to take what happened seriously.

I left the testing area and got my phone out of my locker so I could call 911 myself. Once I called, I got a 15 minute ad that I couldn't skip. Hey, you’re young and swingin’. No time to think about tomorrow. But there ain't no way to deny it. Someday, you’re gonna buy it!

It really freaked me out. The last time you want to be reminded of your own mortality is when you have to call an ambulance!

“Miss, put the phone down now!” I heard one of the other proctors bellow.

I turned around. “It’s an emergency, and I’m nowhere near the test center,” I barked

The other proctor approached me. “I'm not kidding,” she shook her head, “put down the phone and step away!”

I marched to the front desk and demanded they make the call for me. Once again, we got an ad that we couldn't skip. This time, it was an ad for antidepressants. Talk about an insult!

While the guy at the front desk was busy dealing with 911, I went back to the laundry room to check on Ruth. Tragically, but to nobody’s surprise, she died.

I didn't just lose two friends, I really messed up this time. The work I did on the SATs was voided, and I missed the second half of the test. I don’t see myself getting past this.

@humdrummoloch

[math-journal]

Quadratic Function Graphing

Things of Note:

Label your points (x,y)

ℝ - aka All Real Numbers for all quadratic functions

Line of symmetry is an equation (x=#)

Intercepts label as ordered pairs

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[prashantgujjar]

What would be the equation of the following surface?

 I have the raw data of X, Y, Z, where X and Y are inputs and Z is the output. Plotting the surface gives the red curve in the below picture:

The surface seems to be a simple function involving trigonometric functions. For example, plotting the equation cos(X)^2 + cos(Y)^2 gives the blue surface and it looks similar to the red graph (but the RMS error is very large).

I have tried introducing variables (a1*cos(X)^2 + a2*cos(Y)^2), where a1 and a2 vary from 0 to 1) but the RMS error is still large.

I also tried the surface fitting functions (MATLAB's fit function) but it's models are limited (unlike the curve fitting models which include Fourier series, sin series, etc).

How can I find the equation which gives the red surface?

Edit for clarity: I am able to use the lsqcurvefit (or any other curve fitting toolbox functions) to find which coefficients to use, but I am not sure what the equation should be. cos(X)^2 + cos(Y)^2, for example, is not the right equation but it does have a similar shape.

If this seems improbabilistic, how can I vary cos(X)^2 + cos(Y)^2 to align the end curves of the surface (where there seems to be highest misalignment)?

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Update 3: Added some surface plots.[X, Y] = meshgrid(-1:0.05:1); %% Polynomial function c = 1; b = 1/2; a = b; Z = c - b*Y.^2 - a*X.^2; % can try higher-order polynomial functions surf(X, Y, Z), grid on title('Quadratic function'), xlabel x, ylabel y, zlabel f(x,y)

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[z-iridest]

My Hero Academia- I am Phoenix

Chapter 18- Test of Heroes:

"All right, that's it for class today." Aizawa told us a couple days later. "There's only one week left until your final exams begin. I'm sure you all studying constantly, right?" I mean, I am, but I don't know about everyone else. I thought. "Don't forget to keep training. The written exam is only one element. There's also the practical portion to worry about. Good luck." With that, our teacher left the room.

"I'VE BARELY TAKEN NOTES THIS SEMESTER!" Mina and Kaminari exclaimed, Kaminari in horror and Mina laughing.

"And with the Sports Festival and the internship, I didn't have time to read the textbook!" Kaminari added in a panic. On the midterm, those two placed the lowest at 20th and 21st specially. 

"It's true that we haven't had much free time lately..." Tokoyami trailed off, having placed 15th, just outside the bottom five.

"We'd barely learned anything when we took our midterms, so they didn't seem all that hard, but I'm kinda worried about these." Sato was telling Koda, both placing 13th and 12th respectively. "We've been through a lot, and they probably won't pull any punches when it comes to testing us." 

"As someone ranked in the top ten, I'm not that concerned." Mineta bragged. Much as I hate to admit it, he placed tenth.

"I still don't know how you managed that, you little shit." I glared at him. I'd placed second behind Momo, but I still didn't know how Mineta of all people managed the top ten.

"WHAT?! YOU WERE TENTH IN THE MIDTERMS?!" They both yelled in shock.

"Aw man, and I thought you were one of us." Mina whined.

"Don't you know weirdo little creeps like you are only likeable if they're kind of stupid?! Who's gonna love you now?!" Kaminari added. I mean, I'm not convinced he's not an idiot... 

"Everyone, trust me." Mineta replied. See?

"Ashido, Kaminari! We've still got time to study! That way we'll all get to go to the training camp together, right?" Ever the optimist, Izuku encouraged both our classmates. Having placed in 5th himself in the midterms, he had a right to be. Iida, who placed in third right below me, raised his hand as if taking an oath.

"Yes! As Class Rep, I have high hopes that we'll make UA proud!" Iida shouted.

"It's pretty hard to fail if you just pay attention in class, isn't it?" Todoroki asked, the Peppermint boy placing in sixth right behind Izuku.

"You're not wrong." I shrugged, but Kaminari acted like we wounded him.

"Why you gotta cut me down like that?!" He whined. 

"Hey, don't worry about it, you two, I can catch you up to speed on the important topics if you want." Momo offered. I swear that woman's too much of a goddess for her own good...

"You're the best, Yaomomo!" Kaminari and Mina exclaimed. Since when has her nickname ever been Yaomomo? She instantly darkened, hanging her head.

"I'm afraid it won't be of any help when it comes to the practical, though..." She trailed off.

"I've been studying but... Could you help me out too? I'm having some trouble understanding quadratic functions." Kyoka had placed 8th, but approached our Yaomomo anyway.

"Really?"

"Tutor me, please! Classical Japanese is killing me!" Seto approached her next. He placed 18th on our midterms...

"Ah..."

"Is there room for one more?" Ojiro asked before Yaomomo could even have a chance to respond. "I'm afraid I'm falling behind a little." He placed 9th in the midterms.

"Pretty please!" They all begged her. She lit up again.

"This is wonderful!" She jumped out of her seat, pumping her arms in the air. "Yes! Let's do it!"

"All right!" They cheered.

"Okay, then. We can hold a study session at my residence over the weekend." Yaomomo went planning.

"Seriously?! I can't wait to see your fancy digs!" Mina squealed. As Yaomomo went on a tangent planning the study session, Todoroki approached me.

"Would you want to study together, Yagi?" He asked. I smiled.

"Sure, did you want to meet up somewhere?" I countered. He shrugged, signalling he didn't know. "Okay, well, there's this little café nearby Tatooine station if that's okay?" I asked. He nodded.

"Sounds good." He answered, making me smile.

"It's a plan then." I replied.

"You think I don't know enough?! Maybe I should be at the lessons into your skull!" We then heard Bakugo (4th place in the midterms) growling at Kirishima (who placed 16th). I sighed.

"I'm counting on it." Kirishima responded. 

"Hah, everyone's panicking right now. But it won't do any good to cram this late in the game." Aoyama stated as Shouji- who came in 11th- walked over to him.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned? You didn't do very well in the midterms." He asked, pointing out that Aoyama came in 19th in the midterms. 

"Are you talking about moi? I did just fine, thank you." Aoyama replied. At lunch, Izuku, Tsu, Toru, Ochaco, Iida, Todoroki and I sat together.

"I'm kinda scared about the practical. I have no idea what it's gonna be." Izuku said.

"Neither do I..." I trailed off.

"Hard to believe they'd give us anything too crazy." Iida answered, making me look at him.

"Considering those of us who weren't at recommendation level had to fight robots in the practical of the entrance exam, I beg to differ. For all we know, they could put us against our teachers." I brought up.

"Please don't jinx it, Hino." Ochaco and Toru begged me. I shrugged.

"I'm not, I'm just saying."

"Anyways, the written exam questions will all be stuff from class, so..." He took a bite of food. "I should be able to do those." At his words, Ochaco stiffened, probably remembering that she came in 14th during the entrance exam.

"Do you really think it's going be that simple?" She asked, sounding nervous.

"It's driving me nuts. I just wanna know what they'll have us doing." Izuku responded.

"It's a comprehensive test of everything we learned from this year." Toru replied, having placed 17th while Tsu had placed 7th.

"Yep, and that's about all we could get Mr. Aizawa to tell us." Tsu added.

"Okay, so then, it'll cover combat and rescue training. Oh, and basic training." Ochaco summed up.

"We can't just study-we have to stay in great physical shape-" Izuku's stomach suddenly hit the table as he got elbowed in the head. I instantly jumped out of my seat, glaring at the blond asshole who caused it, but got yanked back down by Todoroki.

"Oh, sorry, your head's so big that it's hard to miss." He cracked.

"Yours is bigger, should I put a burn mark on that big ass forehead of yours?!" I snapped.

"Hino!" Ochaco's tone was warning.

"He started it." I looked at her.

"You're from class 1-B. Um... Monoma, right? That really hu-"

"I heard you guys stumbled across the Hero Killer. Just like in the Sports Festival, Class 1-A isn't happy unless they're the center of attention." Monoma was really starting to tick me off.

"Maybe if you'd actually brought your A-game, you would have had the spotlight in the Sports Festival, not my fault your battle IQ's at 20. Besides that, it wasn't like we were looking for the Hero Killer." I replied. I mean, one of us was, but the blond Wanna-B didn't need to know that.

"But you do realize you're not in the spotlight because people think you're good heroes, right? It's just that you keep getting into so much trouble. Here's food for thought: Some day, the rest of us might get caught up in your mess, and then we'll all become unwitting victims as well. What kind of horrible villains will you bring down upon us?"

"Can I burn him yet?" I mumbled with my teeth clenched.

"He's not worth it, Yagi." Todoroki told me, keeping a hand on my arm to keep me from jumping across the table.

"What demon-" He got cut off by a girl with an orange ponytail. She caught his lunch tray as he dropped to the floor, Kairi standing over him.

"That's not funny, Monoma!" Kairi chided him.

"You heard what happened to Iida, chill out!" Kendo told him.

"Kendo." Iida spoke her name.

"I apologize for him... I'm pretty sure he has a hole where his heart should be." Kendo apologized. I glanced at Monoma. And I'm pretty sure you knocked him out! I thought.

"So, we were listening... We know you're all worried about what's going to be on the big final practical." Kendo brought up.

"We heard it's gonna be combat against robots like the entrance exam." Kairi tilted her head slightly.

"Huh?!" Ochaco and I both cried out.

"What? Really? How do you know that?" Izuku asked.

"One of my friends who's a few grades up filled me in. I know, cheating but... Oh well." Kendo answered. While the others were talking, Kairi noticed the fact that Todoroki still had his hand on my arm and looked at me, smirking. I looked away from her, hiding the fact that my face was burning.

"What kind of idiot are you, Kendo?" As Izuku was rambling, Monoma woke up. "You just have away our whole strategic advantage! This was our chance to finally pull ahead of that class full of idiots!" He got splashed with water courtesy of Kairi's quirk.

"You're the idiot!" She exclaimed just as Kendo chopped him again.

"Right, they're not the idiots!" Kendo told him before she dragged him away.

"Good luck on exams, guys!" Kairi beamed, hoping onto one foot as she waved goodbye. As I watched her walk away, I noticed Tetsutetsu join her and sling an arm around her, making her lean her head on his shoulder. Awwww, how cute! I thought. 

"ALRIGHT!" Mina and Kaminari exclaimed a while later after we told everyone else the news Kendo had given us.

"This'll be super easy if it's just robots!" Kaminari added.

"Such awesome news!" Mina exclaimed.

"Why do you sound so happy?" Shouji asked. "You both have a hard time controlling your Quirks."

"Yeah, but I can let loose with robots!" Kaminari pumped his fists. Why do I feel like my earlier statement's gonna end up jinxing us? I thought as Mina did the same thing as Kaminari.

"Now you just need Yayorozu to help you study and you'll be all set for finals." Sero was pointing out.

"We'll definitely be able to go to the training camp now!" Kaminari and Mina cheered. 

"It shouldn't matter if it's robots or actual people. Why are you morons so excited?" Bakugo growled out.

"Hey, who're you calling a moron?!" Kaminari yelled.

"Shut up!" Katsuki roared, making Kaminari shrink. "You need to learn how to control your Quirk! Ya got it?!" He then turned to Izuku. "Hey! Deku!" The intensity got so thick you could cut it with a knife. "I don't know what's goin' on with your power, but I saw the way you're using it now and I want you to know... It's seriously pissing me off." 

"Uh oh... He must mean how Deku was flying around like him the other day..." Ochaco trailed off worriedly.

"Oh, yeah, totally..." Mina realized.

"We'll be getting individual scores in the upcoming finals. New rankings. So we'll all know exactly where we're standing! I'll show you how much better I am." He then turned his gaze on our red and white haired classmate. "And Todoroki? I'll kill you, too." Todoroki didn't respond, and Bakugo turned his eyes on me.

"I'm not holding back." I replied before he could say anything... He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I rolled my eyes.

"It's been a while since I've seen him that worked up." Kirishima commented after a minute. 

"Think it's impatience? Or hatred?" Tokoyami asked.

"Hatred? He wants to be the best at everything, so that's how he acts. He's just being competitive." I answered, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the side of my desk. With Izuku, it was different though... Ochaco was right, there was a rivalry there, though it seemed one sided. He did seem to hate me just as much as Izuku in the past, but... It didn't have as much bite to it as it did before the Sports Festival if that makes any sense... Anyway, for the next week, I studied and trained on my own and when the weekend finally came, I met up with Todoroki to do our own study group. I had dressed casually, just in jeans, a T-shirt and combat boots with my hair in a low ponytail pulled over my left shoulder. When I arrived, I was a little early, so I just ordered a drink and decided to study a bit on my own while I waited for Todoroki. But, much as I tried, I couldn't focus. The nightmare was happening every night now. I messed with the necklace around my neck as I sat back in my seat, taking my glasses off for a second to pinch the bridge of my nose. You were meant to be just like me.... What the hell does that even mean? And who's voice was it? The more the nightmare kept happening, the more the other voice took over my own until it was all I could hear...

"Yagi? Are you okay?" I looked up to see Todoroki had arrived. He had his school bag slung over his shoulder, and he was wearing gray pants, his usual light blue sneakers, and a navy blue button up that was left open the reveal the white shirt he had on underneath. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I gave a small smile. "Just lost in thought for a second. I'm glad you made it okay." I answered him.

"The directions you gave were pretty detailed." He shrugged off his bag and sat down across from me before he noticed my drink. He looked confused, making me have to bite back a giggle.

"It's strawberry milk tea with strawberry boba, do you want one?" I asked. He looked at me for a second.

"I couldn't ask that..."

"You're not, I'm offering." I interrupted. He blinked for a couple more seconds before nodding. I smiled. "I'll be right back then." With that, I got up and ordered another one for Todoroki. 

"Quite the cutie you got across from you." Jarsa, the barista that usually works when I come in, commented.

"Don't even, he's just a friend." I told her.

"Really? Because the way he looks at your reminds me of the way my husband used to look at me." She threw back. I felt my face burn, making her laugh as she gave me the milk tea for Todoroki. "You're not denying it."

"We're just friends, I'm not gonna get burnt again the way I got burned with... Well... You know..." I trailed off, rubbing the back of my neck.

"He doesn't give me the bad vibes that blood manipulator gave me." Jarsa was quick to reply. "Go on." She shooed me toward him again. I shook my head before I rejoined Todoroki.

"Here you go." I gave it to him.

"Thank you." He replied. I watched him as he looked at the way it was sealed, looked at the straw, then looked at me for help. A few giggles left me before I motioned for him to give it back to me. Once he did, I showed him how to unwrap the straw and to stab it through the top before giving it back to him. I watched him stare at the cup for a few seconds before I giggled, muffling it with my hand. 

"Go ahead, try it." I encouraged him. Once he took a drink, I put my glasses back on and went back to studying. After a few minutes of silence between us, I heard him speak again.

"Have you always had glasses?" I looked at him to find him staring at me.

"Yeah, I wear them in class all the time." I answered. Had he not noticed this whole time? Then again, he was pretty oblivious so far, so...

"You look pretty with glasses..." He looked away. "Actually, you always look pretty..." Did this guy know what he was doing to me?! I looked at my notebook.

"Thank you." I murmured, feeling him stare at me.

"Are you all right? Your face is really red." I felt him out a hand on my forehead. "Your forehead's really hot..."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I managed to get out, trying to get a hold of myself. I could practically hear the giggle fit coming from behind the counter. Oh my god, kill me now... Once I got a hold of myself, the study session actually went pretty well. Todoroki was definitely smart, logical, and he could solve problems as soon as he saw them. Kinda made me wonder why he'd invited me to study with him in the first place... He probably could have done all the studying on his own in a much quicker time frame. It honestly did help since he knew how to solve the problems I wasn't sure of, and I even helped him figure out the answers to a few things when he wasn't sure. Once I got home, I trained, using everything I'd learned. I suddenly wondered how Kirishima and Bakugo's study group was going, snickering as I imagined Bakugo hitting Kirishima in the head with a rolled up newspaper everytime the redhead got an answer wrong. They probably even got kicked out of the place they were studying because of Bakugo's explosive temper... 

You were meant to be just like me. I got startled out of my thoughts by that same voice again, except this time, I wasn't dreaming. I looked around. No one else was there, and I was home, so I would have definitely heard something if someone had entered... I decided to call it for the day, going inside with a shudder.  The next day, the exams started. It felt like all the written exams passed in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it... "All right, put your pencils down." Day 3 of the exams had arrived. The last person in each row, bring the answer sheets to me." Mina and Kaminari were already out of their seats as Yaomomo collected our row's papers.

"Thanks so much for all your help!" Mina exclaimed gratefully.

"I didn't leave anything blank at least!" Kaminari added. That afternoon, we were brought to the Central Plaza training area after we were dressed in our costumes, only to find ourselves lined up across from all our teachers.

"Now then, let's begin the last test." Mr. Aizawa began. "Remember, it's possible to fail this final. If you wanna go to camp, but make any stupid mistakes."

"Why are all of the teachers all here?" Kyoka asked.

"I expect many of you have gathered information and believe you have some idea of what you'll be faced with today." Mr Aizawa answered.

"We're fighting those big ol' metal robots!" Kaminari had the gall to open his fat mouth. 

"Fireworks! S'mores! Here we come, camp!" Mina exclaimed.

"Actually, this year's tests..." Principal Nezu popped out of Mr. Aizawa's scarf. "... Will be completely different, for various reasons." What is it with our principal and our teacher's scarf?

"Principal Nezu!" Kyoka, Ojiro and Sero all exclaimed.

"You're changing things?" Yaomomo asked in disbelief.

"The tests now have a new focus." Principal Nezu was explaining while he climbed down from Mr. Aizawa. "There will be Hero work, of course. But also teamwork and combat between actual people." Oh no... "So, what does that mean for you? You students will be working together in pairs and your opponents will be one of our esteemed UA teachers! Isn't"t that fabulous!" I felt all the eyes of my friends looking at me. Looks like I jinxed it... Oops... Meanwhile, the rest of the class were wide eyed with shock.

"We're.... fighting the teachers?!" Ochaco questioned.

"Additionally, your partners and opponents have already been chosen. They were determined at my discretion based on various factors, including fighting style, grades and interpersonal relationships. First off, Yayorozu, Yagi, and Todoroki are a team.... Against me." I glanced at Ochaco, seeing her look at me. I'm pretty sure my nerves were all over my face since she gave me a sympathetic look. "Then, we have Midoriya paired with Bakugo." They both were as shocked as I was, looking at each other, but our teacher wasn't done. "And their opponent is..." That's when Dad showed up and my eyes went wide.

"I am here to fight!" Dad exclaimed as he stood upright. I looked at Izuku, nervous for him. It wouldn't have been a problem for me to go against my Dad, considering I knew the exact time limit he was on and his weaknesses. Thinking about it, that's probably why Mr. Aizawa didn't put me against my own Dad, but to put Dad's number one fanboy and successor against him with the kid that hated said successor... This wasn't good...

"We're up against All Might?!" They both exclaimed at the same time. 

"You're going to have to work together, boys, if you want to win!" Dad told the two. One glare from Bakugo directed at Izuku told me he wasn't going to listen, though. Dad chuckled. 

"And now, let's announce the teams and teachers they'll be fighting in order." Principal Nezu announced. First up would be Sato and Kirishima against Cementoss, Tsu and Tokoyami against Ectoplasm, Iida and Ojiro against Power Loader, me, Todoroki and Yaomomo against Mr. Aizawa, Aoyama and Ochaco against Thirteen, Mina and Kaminari against Principal Nezu, Kyoka and Koda against Present Mic, Toru and Shoji against Snipe, Mineta and Sero against Midnight and finally Izuku and Bakugo against my Dad. Oh great, that fight's gonna be last? "To complete the exam, you'll have 30 minutes. In order to win, your objective is to put these handcuffs on your teacher. Or, you can win if one of you manages to escape from the combat stage." Principal Nezu explained.

"So, we've either got to capture the teacher or run away. It's basically like the combat training." Kaminari summed up.

"Yeah, but is it really okay to just jet?" Mina asked.

"Yup." Principal Nezu answered her.

"It's going to be much different than that combat training you all went through earlier. After all, you're up against people way better than you!"

"Better? Really?" Kyoka mumbled under her breath. "Wait, aren't you just the announcer?"

"Hey, watch your mouth, girl- Have some respect!" Present Mic answered.

"This time, your exam will be very similar to a real battle. As strange as it is, please think of us as villains." Thirteen told us, though her words only made me picture my Dad as a villain that towered over everyone and was too strong for any hero to fight. The thought honestly made me shudder. 

"Assumin' you come across your enemy, if you think you can win against them, then fight. However..."

"In instances where you're outmatched, it would be smarter to run away and find help. Todoroki, Iida, Midoriya, Yagi. I'm sure the four of you understand." Mr. Aizawa finished Snipe's thought. 

"I won't make that mistake again. I will pass this test and prove that I'm a hero!" Iida exclaimed.

"So, we fight to win.... Or run to win." Izuku murmured.

"That's right! It's a test of your decision-making skills. But with these rules, you're probably thinking your only real choice is to flee. That's why the support course made these super clever accessories for us." Dad held up some kind of... metal bracelet?

"Behold! Ultra-compressed weights!" Present Mic told us.

"These babies will add about half our body weight to our physiques. It's not much, but they will eat up our stamina and make it harder for us to move around." Dad explained. I mean, in your case, you're adding double your body weight since you have four while the rest have two... I thought, just as Dad grunted. "Oh shoot... These are heavier than I thought! We had a contest to come up with these designs, and Young Hatsume ended up winning it." The girl with pink hair and goggles that was zipping across the second obstacle during the sports festival? I thought.

"You think we need a handicap to win against you?" Bakugo growled. "Well think again." 

"You seriously think you can take All Might without it?" I countered. Dad just laughed.

"This'll be fun." Dad replied.

"Let's begin. The teams will take the practical exams in the order you were called. We have a stage prepared for you. Sato, Kirishima, you're up."

"Yes, sir!" They exclaimed before the teachers filed into the building.

"Those waiting their turn to fight can either watch the exams or strategize together as a team. It's your choice. That's all." Mr. Aizawa told us before following the other teachers.

"Ojiro, I'd like to discuss how we might be able to coordinate the use of our Quirks." Iida was the first one to speak.

"Great." Ojiro replied.

"Tokoyami? Let's go come up with a plan." Tsu replied.

"Agreed." Tokoyami replied while they went inside together.

"We've got to figure out a way to destroy Miss Midnight's costume!" Mineta exclaimed.

"You are such a little scumbag." Sero mumbled as he followed Mineta inside. 

"Come on, Momo, let's come up with a plan." I told her before looking at Todoroki. "You coming?" I asked him. He looked at me before walking away. I sighed. "He already has a plan." I shook my head. Knowing him, it would be having us make a run for the gate while he holds off Mr. Aizawa. 

"Then my plan won't work..." Momo answered. I looked at her.

"Hey, not every plan works, we should still strategize just in case his doesn't pan out. Knowing Mr. Aizawa, I don't think the plan Todoroki has in mind will work." I told her. She looked unsure, but nodded, going with me into one of the waiting rooms. But, not even two minutes after we had sat down to talk, the buzzer went off.

"Sato and Kirishima have been knocked out! Exam over!" The automated system announced.

"Seriously?!" I asked, looking up. 

"That was fast." Yaomomo commented.

"Yeah, too fast... Looks like the match will be harder than we thought, I'm glad we agreed to strategize about this together." I told her. "What's the idea you have?" I asked after a second. She looked away from me. "Hey, don't close up on me. Please?" I tried again to get her to answer, but to no avail. "Momo, we're a team..."

"Team Tokoyami and Asui have passed the final!" The announcement came. Momo stood up.

"So Tokoyami and Asui have passed their exam... I'm not surprised." She finally spoke, leaving the room with me right behind her. 

"Team Ojiro and Iida have passed the final!" The automated system announced the end of Iida and Ojiro's match just as we arrived to our arena. We met up with Todoroki.

"It's our turn now. Let's go." Todoroki told us. Momo was still holding back, and she looked unsure of herself again.

"Yaomomo." I called her by her nickname, which snapped her out of it.

"What's wrong, are you nervous?" Todoroki asked her.

"Oh... No."

"It's okay... With our opponent, I don't blame you." Todoroki, she just said she's not nervous! I thought, but Todoroki wasn't done. "Don't worry, I have a plan in mind for us." 

"Todoroki, don't you think we should..." Before I could say anything more, I was cut off by the buzzer.

"Team Todoroki, Yagi and Yayorozu. Practical Exam. Ready. Go." The announcement went over the speakers. Shit, so much for hashing it out... As we ran, Todoroki told us his plan. "Yayorozu, listen, I want you to keep making small objects. When you stop being able to, it means Mr. Aizawa's close by." I knew it...

"Or at least we're within his line of sight... Todoroki, we should have-" I added, once again trying to get Todoroki to listen.

"Our success will depend on which one of us finds the other first. Once we spot him, I'll draw him to me. Then, you two can run to the escape gate and win this thing for us. Just stay close to me until then." Aaand once again, my protest fell on dead ears. This is oddly familiar... Momo opened her mouth to say something, drawing my attention to her. She does have a plan, I knew it! I thought. Todoroki noticed our focused had changed and spoke again. "C'mon, hurry up and start making things." She looked down.

"Sure... No problem..." Momo replied. No, no, you have to tell him your plan, Yaomomo, come on! I wanted to scream at Todoroki for not listening to her, but Yaomomo wouldn't speak up for herself either. As we continued to run, Yaomomo created Russian dolls, small and easy to store away. I will admit one thing, seeing Todoroki's look of utter confusion was hilarious.

"Um... I guess those work okay, but what are they?" He asked.

"Oh, these things? They're just Russian nesting dolls." Momo answered. 

"Right... Let me know if either of you notice your Quirks acting strangely at all." Todoroki activated his ice side before continuing to run. I noticed Yaomomo hesitate. 

"Yaomomo, if you have a plan, voice it. The only way we're going to pass is if we communicate with each other." I told her. She shook her head.

"It won't work... Come on, we gotta catch up to Todoroki." She told me before hurrying after our teammate, making the Russian dolls as she went. I sighed, following after her as I activated my fire on one hand, at the ready for a fight. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Todoroki."

"What'd you mean?" He asked.

"You were able to come up with a plan to use against Mr. Aizawa so quickly. You knew exactly what was best as soon as we started." It's not the best plan... 

"This is nothing." Todoroki waved off her compliment. Yaomomo stopped.

"No... You're wrong." Todoroki and I both stopped to face her. "As students who got into UA through recommendations, you and I started from the same place, Todoroki. But, in terms of the practical skills that a hero needs, I haven't really managed to do anything that stands out. During the Calvary battle, I just followed your orders, and then when it was my turn to fight, I failed before I could do anything..." That was when I noticed that my flames had stopped burning and the dolls were stopped.

"Yaomomo, the dolls!" I pointed out.

"He's coming!" Todoroki realized.

"I'm sorry!" Yaomomo apologized.

"If you know I'm here, then you should be acting." Aizawa spoke from above us. Todoroki and I turned as he dropped down from the telephone wires. "I would suggest that you prioritize evasion since I've taken your powers from you."

"Yayorozu, Yagi, go!" Todoroki attacked Mr. Aizawa.

"Would you pull your head out, there's gotta be another way! We need to regroup and actually talk about this like we should have before the rest even started!" I flared up in anger as Yaomomo ran for it, trying to get him to listen to me.

"Don't argue, just go!" He yelled back. I grit my teeth.

"Todoroki, listen to me-"

"I can handle this myself, Yagi! I don't need your help!" Todoroki shot at me, interrupting me. I stepped back a bit, his words stinging me a bit. Did he really believe that? That I wasn't strong enough to handle this? After everything? "Yagi, go!" He shouted again. I ran after Yaomomo. If Todoroki wouldn't listen, maybe I could get her to listen... I lost track of her after a minute, and despite it being risky, I jumped into the air to look for her with a bird's eye view. I saw Todoroki get captured before I spotted Yaomomo going the opposite way of the escape gate.

"What is she doing?" I asked myself before flying toward her, landing in front of her and getting her to a shadowed area in one movement. She was panting on a panic attack and looked extremely out of it. "Yaomomo, can you hear me?" I asked her. She nodded as Mr. Aizawa passed where we were hiding. "Name five things you can see." I told her. She gave me a weird look. "Just do it." 

"The sky, the street, the wall, you and my nesting dolls." She seemed a bit calmer as she answered. 

"Name four things you can feel." 

"Your hands on my shoulders, my heart racing against my chest, the ground below me and the wall behind me." She was continuing to calm down more.

"Good. Three things you can hear."

"Your voice, my own, and Mr Aizawa looking for us close by." 

"We're out of his line of sight for the moment, we're fine. Two things you can smell."

"My sweat and... Hino, are you wearing perfume?" 

"Yeah, I didn't go for too strong of a smell. One thing you can taste."

"My spit?" She was back to herself now.

"Gross, but it counts." I smiled back. "Now that we have a second, we can regroup."

"How are we supposed to get Todoroki back?!" She whisper-shrieked.

"Simple, I cause a distraction by shooting my flames away from the direction we're going to go. When Mr. Aizawa's back is turned, I use my wings to get us both back to Todoroki so you can tell us your plan. We'd be well out of eyeshot before he realizes what's happening."

"You're that fast?" She asked.

"Were you paying attention during the Sports Festival?" I countered.

"Besides, I doubt my plan will work." And we were back to the lack of self confidence.

"Well, I don't have a plan besides getting past Mr. Aizawa to get Icy Hot's dumb butt out of capture, so it's either we try yours or we fail this." I pointed out. She blinked.

"Hang on, did you just use Bakugo's nickname for Todoroki?" She asked.

"That's not important right now, do you think you can tell Todoroki and I your plan if I get us to him?" I asked. She stared at me, looking unsure for a minute before nodding, the look on her eyes changing. I smiled. I shot some fire out from where we were, which landed in the alley across from us just as Aizawa was passing by us for another patrol. Just as he turned to look where it landed, I shot into the air with Yaomomo in my hands. I flew as fast as I could, using my fire at my feet to go faster. That dumbass half and half... I wanted to smack him so hard for the comment he made. I knew he only said it to get me to run, but it still hurt... Besides, part of being a team was relying on each other. This wasn't like the Hero Killer, Mr. Aizawa knew what our Quirks were as well as our limits. He should have talked his plan over with us before all this...

"Todoroki!" Yaomomo and I both called to him as I landed, the two of us running toward him. 

"Yaoyorozu! Yagi!" He looked so surprised, I wanted to laugh, but remembered I was mad at him.

"I'm sorry I came back! I couldn't-"

"Hey, watch it! Mr Aizawa's coming!" Once again, Todoroki interrupted her, but it was to warn us that Mr Aizawa caught up to us. 

"So much for the distraction I caused..." I mumbled before noticing Yaomomo was starting to panic again. But, before I could say anything, Todoroki spoke up.

"Yayorozu, you've got a plan, don't you? I'm sorry to bother of you, I should have asked before and not told either of you what to do! But, you have an idea, right?" 

"Your plan didn't work, so there's no way mine will be any good. All of us are gonna fail." 

"That's not true." I put in.

"Spit it out already! I'm saying that you're the one who's the better at this kind of stuff, not me!" She looked up at him. "When we were voting for class rep, you had two votes, remember?! One of those votes was mine, because I thought you would be the best at leading our class!" I could see that his words really struck her, but before she could say anything, Mr. Aizawa jumped into the air above us.

"Giving up?" He asked.

"Not yet!" Yaomomo cried out. "Todoroki, Yagi, close your eyes!" She tossed them up into the air, Mr. Aizawa looking confused.

"What are these?" He asked, kicking one open midair. I realized the same that the doll opened what she had actually been making and shit my eyes, turning away for a second as the flash bangs exploded, blinding our teacher. "Flash grenades?" I heard him question.

"You're right! I have an idea. A plan for us to win!" Yaomomo told Todoroki as she let Todoroki down carefully. "This final exam isn't over." We both stood by him as the binds around him loosened, freeing him. "We can still beat Mr. Aizawa!" Just then, our teacher recovered.

"So, you've got a strategy."

"Yes, I've been thinking about it from the beginning. His weakness."

"Just tell us what to do, Yaomomo." I told her before Mr. Aizawa moved to a higher vantage point. We all knew that because of Mr. Aizawa's injuries from the USJ attack, he couldn't use his Quirk for as long as he used to, and he had to rest more between erasures. 

"Guys, watch it!" I warned as we all jumped back, avoiding Mr. Aizawa. Todoroki went to use his fire, but Mr. Aizawa used his quirk and erased it. 

"Yagi, Todoroki, we have to hide together!" All three of us ran, and I was honestly glad to have our rhythm back on track. "Since he was injured, his Quirk has become unstable!" Yaomomo was pointing out the very weakness that I had been thinking about just a second ago.

"Because of what happened at the USJ?" Todoroki asked. 

"We're going to exploit that." I added.

"Not yet. For now, we just need to get out of his field of vision. It's all a matter of timing. We're going to pass this final!"

"That's our Vice President." I grinned. 

"Timing? How is getting out of his line of sight gonna help us with that?" Todoroki questioned. "He can still take our Quirks whenever he sees us. 

"Just do as I tell you." Yaomomo replied as he turned a corner. "Keep checking to see if you can use your ice power, okay?" 

"Not fast enough, kids!" Mr. Aizawa shouted, his scarf heading toward me.

"He's wrong to think he'll be able to keep our Quirks erased the whole time. There will definitely be a single moment... A brief interval when Mr. Aizawa blinks before he can use his Quirk again!" Todoroki's ice power kicked in a second later. "And I'll be counting on you in that moment to attack like you did in the Sports Festival! A giant ice wall!" He used his ice power to create just what Yaomomo was looking for.

"I blocked him with the wall the moment my Quirk came back. We can use our powers again." As Todoroki activated his flame side to counteract the frost that has started on his right side, I noticed Yaomomo moving the sides of her shirt, and I immediately put my wings up to give her privacy. Considering how much shorter I was, I was barely covering her, and I looked away to give her more privacy as her Quirk activated. "So, can you tell me the rest of your plan now?" That was when he turned. Considering the top of my wing only came to just above her chest, it was probably a weird sight to see me standing with my wings out and covering Yaomomo who had her shirt open while I was looking away. Todoroki looked away, sounding hilariously strained as he spoke again. "Is that Aizawa's scarf you're making?" He asked.

"It is. I don't know the material it's made of or precisely how it's constructed, so it's not exactly the same. But, I created my own version with a special material woven into it. Since this is a residential area, we must keep the collateral damage to a minimum. And he moves his own restraining bonds so quickly, it makes it difficult to catch him. So, you see, here is my plan..." After she explained it, it made total sense, and I honestly knew it would work better than Todoroki's plan had. "What'd you think, Todoroki?" She asked our teammate as we looked at the catapult she had made a long with the scarf. "I believe this has the highest chance of success. Or at least... It's better than trying to run." She sighed softly. "We'll only get one chance." She looked at him. "So, is this all right with you?" She asked. I nodded.

"Let's make it count." I replied before looking at Todoroki. He nodded.

"Yeah, no complaints here." He replied before we put cloaks over ourselves and ran the opposite way that Mr. Aizawa was. "Hey, Yagi... I wanted to say to you... I'm sorry for what I said earlier." I looked at him as we ran. "I wanted you to run during my plan, and I realize that I must have hurt you with what I said by focusing on trying to keep you and Yayorozu out of harm's way." 

"I know you were doing what you thought was the best thing, Todoroki. Now, let's pass this final." I smiled at him, showing him that I forgave him. Just then, Aizawa took our bait, the cloaks being ripped off us, revealing the mannequins the three of us had been carrying. Yaomomo went to hit the latch, but missed it by a hair. I saw panic cover her face again. "Stay on target, Yaomomo!" I encouraged her, hitting it with her as Mr. Aizawa jumped back, giving us the opportunity to recover. "Todoroki, let's light it up!" I called to him, both us us using our flames before Mr. Aizawa could have a chance to react. Since Mr. Aizawa was in the air, we both aimed at the lowest part of the scarf Yaomomo had made.

"I'm not sure we would have a chance of beating you in a full battle, Mr. Aizawa, but that's okay! Tell me something: Have you heard of nitinol alloy? When heated, it returns to its original shape in an instant. It's a metal with shape memory!" The scarf tightened around Mr. Aizawa with the combined heat of mine and Todoroki's flames that same instant, capturing our teacher. We put the cuffs on him once Aizawa landed. 

"I told you it would work, Yaomomo." I gently nudged her.

"It went exactly according to your plan. It was almost a little too smooth." Todoroki piped up.

"Honestly, it shouldn't have worked out... When I was about to trigger the catapult, I made a big mistake. Mr. Aizawa noticed, but still jumped away, even though he could have stopped me easily. I think he allowed himself to be captured by my plan on purpose."

"I was just trying to see what Todoroki would do. Yagi and you were both in my sights, but he still has a cloth over him, remember? I thought he's try to freeze me. So, I decided it would be best for me to back off. In doing so, it looks like I ended up playing right into your hands." Mr. Aizawa revealed to us.

"It really was just a matter of timing like you said, huh? Thanks, teammate." Todoroki thanked her. 

"Exactly." I smiled at her. She started tearing up again, probably realizing what we had been trying to tell her the whole time. She covered her mouth.

"What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" Todoroki was instantly worried.

"No, it's nothing, really!" Yaomomo replied.

"If you feel nauseous, there's a pressure point you can press to-"

"No, I told you, I'm fine." Yaomomo interrupted him as the buzzer sounded.

"Team Todoroki, Yagi and Yayorozu have passed the final exam!" The announcement came, and I felt a sense of relief washing over me. Our test was finally over...

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