Konata Doesn't Want To Be The Female Lead

"705.3 meters…"

Lowering his head to glance at the display in his hand, Aizawa Shouta's eyes briefly showed a flicker of surprise—though he quickly masked it.

The one who achieved this result was none other than Midoriya Izuku, one of the two students he had initially written off the most.

From the beginning, he had mentally sentenced the boy to failure. Sure, maybe Midoriya could pull off one decent performance, but without control over his Quirk, he'd just end up like during the entrance exam—incapacitated with an unusable right hand. But Aizawa hadn't expected the boy to come up with such an ingenious solution.

"Using just one finger because you can't control the full power yet… That's actually quite the surprise…"

When Aizawa raised his head again, his face had returned to its usual sleepy expression.

Looking at Midoriya, who was clutching his injured finger while glancing nervously at him, Aizawa lifted the display and spoke flatly:

"705.3 meters. A very good result. But remember: heroes are people who protect others. Before that, you have to learn to protect yourself. Next."

"…I knew it would turn out like this… Well, he is the protagonist after all."

Muttering softly in her heart, Konata stepped forward. As she passed by Midoriya, she casually handed him a band-aid she'd prepared, not bothering to look at his reaction. She walked straight into the throwing circle.

But instead of immediately throwing, she turned her head to ask Aizawa:

"Aizawa-sensei, it doesn't matter how I throw the ball, right? Any method is fine?"

"That's correct."

Aizawa nodded, his face emotionless.

"I won't interfere this time, but if you try to use that technique again, you'll essentially be guaranteeing your own expulsion. After that, you won't even be capable of participating in the remaining tests. So how do you plan to do this?"

"My Quirk—Fantasy—isn't as simple as it looks on the surface. I don't know if it's the strongest Quirk, but I can guarantee it's definitely the most unique."

With that, Konata tossed the softball high into the air and stretched her hand toward the sky.

"Because 'Fantasy' means endless possibilities!!"

There was a muffled sound in the air. A flash of extreme flames bloomed and then vanished in an instant—so fast it felt like an illusion.

In the lingering heat, the blue-haired girl stood calmly. At that exact moment, the display in Aizawa's hand flashed with the distance:

"1102.3 meters!!"

"What just happened??"

"Where did those flames and that heat come from???"

"I swear I saw… a sword? Or was that my imagination?"

After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd exploded in confusion.

Up until now, Class A thought they had a rough idea of Konata's Quirk—something to do with lightning or electromagnetism. But that brief, fiery moment had completely shattered their understanding.

In that split-second when her figure was engulfed in flame… what exactly had happened?

"Aizawa-sensei, how was that? I didn't disappoint you, right?"

Hiding her right hand behind her back, Konata turned her head to look at Aizawa with a nonchalant smile.

"A Quirk called Fantasy, huh…"

Aizawa's eyes briefly swept over the hand she was hiding but he gave no reply.

"Next."

...

"Tch… What a cheapskate. He says he's not picking on me, but I clearly performed way better than Midoriya-kun, and yet he gave him so much feedback and didn't say a single word to me…"

Muttering complaints under her breath, Konata obediently returned to the group.

"Konata… That move just now—your hand?"

Asui Tsuyu, who had excitedly wanted to discuss the technique with her, suddenly froze when she caught sight of Konata's concealed hand.

The pale, delicate palm was now marred by a deep, jagged crack. Thin streams of blood seeped from under the skin, and the wound spiderwebbed outward. The exposed muscle fibers beneath her fingertips and the patchwork of bruises made her hand look disturbingly gruesome.

"It's fine—it just looks painful."

Konata quickly clenched her hand into a fist to hide the wound and put on a gallant expression… only for her face to immediately crumple into a grimace.

"But actually, yeah… it really hurts…"

Asui Tsuyu: "…"

"There's no way I can control that properly right now. Even if I only manifest Chidori—uh, I mean, 'Zanpakutō'—I can barely manage a single swing before my body gives out… Seriously, why did that teacher have to add an expulsion rule? Ugh!!"

Grumbling like she was venting her frustrations, Konata waved her hand around with an exaggeratedly angry face.

"I worked so hard to get into this school—like hell I'm going to let them kick me out just like that…"

"Thanks… for the band-aid just now. I really appreciate it!!"

Midoriya's voice came from beside her.

"Cough cough—don't worry about it, it was nothing."

Without changing her expression, Konata casually stuffed her injured hand into her pocket and turned to face him.

As the two chatted, Asui Tsuyu thoughtfully tapped her chin.

"Somehow, Konata and Midoriya feel kinda alike. Even the way they both get hurt using their Quirks… kero."

Sensing someone's gaze, Tsuyu turned her eyes toward the source of the pressure—and there she spotted the blond, spiky-haired boy Midoriya had called "Kacchan." He was glaring at them with a sour expression, his eyes fixed particularly on Midoriya and Konata, who were still deep in conversation.