So... yeah. I'm taking a crack at making a fanfic. Please don't judge too harshly, as it's my first.


Midoriya walked to school. He was really happy that he had gotten his provisional license. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even see a brown haired girl sneak up on him.

Suddenly, Midoriya felt a tap on his left shoulder. He looked to his left, but no one was there. Having realized he had fallen for the trick, he looked to his right and saw Uraraka grinning.

"Hello Uraraka! How are you?" Midoriya asked.

"Not bad! You?" Uraraka said.

"I'm just wondering what we'll do in class today." Said Midoriya as he gazed up at the letter H shaped building.

"I bet it'll be fun!" Came Uraraka's response.

Midoriya's quirk was One for All, which was passed down to him by the symbol of peace: All Might. And although that was his quirk now, he couldn't help but jokingly think that his other quirk could be forewarning, because he had a feeling that he was going to be impressed by whatever was going to happen today in class.


"...And that's it for English class, baby!" Said Present Mic as he finished his lecture.

Midoriya closed his notebook, which was chock full of notes on both heroes and his class notes.

"And now we have Eraserhead with a couple of announcements, yeah! Everybody clap your hands!" Present Mic shouted with gusto. Everybody gave a half hearted response to Present Mic's intro as Aizawa-sensei entered the class.

"Quiet down Mic, you're giving me a headache" mumbled the Homeroom teacher.

"I can't help but be loud, you know." Said Present Mic.

"Anyway," Aizawa continued, "as you know, the sports festival has come and gone. Everyone everywhere watched you on tv. But did you know that you aren't the only ones who had a sports festival?"

Everyone suddenly sat up, interested. Except for Bakugo, who couldn't have cared less, and Ashido, who was nodding off. Kaminari leaned over and poked her awake. Ojiro raised his hand, and was called on.

"What does that have to do with us, sir?" Ojiro inquired. Suddenly the door slammed open, and a huge voice boomed "because those of you who made it to the vs rounds will be competing against other kids from around the world!" All Might stepped inside, leaving everyone with shocked faces, all for different reasons.

"We're going to fight others from around the world!?" Exclaimed Iida.

"A very interesting aspect." Said Tokoyami.

"I bet we'll meet some cute guys!" Ashido squealed with her hands clasped to her chest.

"I wonder if I'll meet anyone manly." Mused Kirishima.

"You stole my thunder" accused Aizawa to All Might, making the muscular giant's smile slightly smaller. "Sorry about that" he said, scratching the side of his head.

Midoriya pondered what was going to happen in the next week. "Whatever happens," he thought, "I'll do my best."


"I CAN'T WAIT! Exclaimed Ashido, grinning ear to ear. She and a couple of other students were sitting in the dorm room living room, happily discussing the trip that would be happening next weekend.

"I agree, I believe that it'll be a fun, and challenging experience!" Said Yaoyorozu also smiling.

"I can't wait to see how strong some of these guys are going to be." Said Kirishima, punching a fist into his hand.

"Hey, shouldn't we do some of our homework?" Said Iida, waving his hands robotically.

"We have homework!?" Exclaimed Kaminari, a horrified expression on his face.

"Don't worry, all we have to do is three and a half hours of quirk training and watch the German sports festival. Aizawa-sensei made sure to record every country that had a sports festival." Announced Iida.

"THREE AND A HALF HOURS!?" Everyone yelled.

"Yup, and I've just set up the projector in my room. Grab some snacks and drinks, but make sure not to spill anything!" Said Iida.

"Well, at least we're watching the festival first" grumbled Ashido, heading to her room to grab some blankets.

"I wonder what kind of quirks they'll have" said Uraraka as she tailed Ashido to the girls side.

As everyone got settled into comfortable positions, Iida started the film. Suddenly, A german announcers voice came shouting out the speakers at a breakneck pace. Japanese subtitles sprang up from the bottom of the screen, saying "COME ONE COME ALL! THE SPORTS FESTIVAL IS COMING TO A CLOSE! WE'VE COME SO FAR AND HAD SO MUCH FUN, BUT NOW, WE MUST FINALLY COME TO THE END WITH OUR VS ROUNDS! LET THE FIRST MATCH OF THE FIRST ROUND BEGIN!

A short boy with white hair walked up to the arena. A curly haired brunette girl walked up the other side and stopped a few yards away from the white haired kid. The german announcer began roaring again and the subtitles popped back up. "IN THE EAST SIDE OF ARENA, WITH SHOCKING WHITE HAIR, IT'S FRITZ MÜLLER! AND ON THE WEST SIDE, WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL WITH A BEAUTIFUL QUIRK! GIVE A HAND TO ANNA SCHMIDT! READY!? AUDIENCE COUNT ME DOWN!

The crowd all shouted in unison "THREE! TWO! ONE! START!

And all hell broke loose.

Suddenly, Fritz's eyes turned red and a ray of pure red light came from them hitting Anna straight in the chest. It would've hurt her extremely badly if it had not reflect off her body, which was now as reflective as a mirror. She then ran towards Fritz, who was continuously firing beam after beam, all of them making its mark, but to no avail. Soon Anna was in front of Fritz, and with a shout, she gave an uppercut to Fritz, and a crack was heard above the roar of the crowd. Fritz fell, and the announcer screamed "AND ANNA DEALS OUT A FEROCIOUS UPPERCUT! FRITZ ISN'T GETTING UP, SO I THINK WE HAVE OUR WINNER!

Ashido, who was laying on her stomach on Iida's bed behind Aoyama, poked his head.

"Doesn't that remind you of our fight?" Said Ashido with a grin. Aoyama nodded and said "but this time, I won't lose mon ami" and grinned back, then turned back to the projector.

Fight after fight was fought, tough and hard, until finally, the winners were declared. Anna was first, a boy named Paolo was second, and third was a girl named Mia. They were then awarded with medals, and Iida turned off the projector. He turned to his classmates.

"We all have a lot off work to do." Iida said, looking each of his peers in the eye. "Let's work our butts off and win!"

Everybody cheered.


After a long week of serious quirk training, it was finally Saturday. Midoriya had gotten his mom to sign the form for the trip to the USA in a place called Salt Lake City (which is where the Worldwide Quirk Competition is being held). Now, as he was boarding the plane along with everyone who had gotten their form signed (thankfully everyone did, including Shinsou, Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki), Midoriya couldn't help but wonder what the other teams would be like. He knew that Japan was competing (obviously), and that the USA team would be competing too. He also knew that a lot of European countries would be joining in as well, though he didn't know an exact number. Midoriya's thoughts were interrupted as he sat down next to Aoyama, who promptly asked him if he knew any French.

"I'm sorry Aoyama, I don't." Midoriya replied.

"Ah non, its fine, the main reason I asked is because one of our opponents are the French, and I can not wait to meet them!" Aoyama started babbling on about how the French were great architects and such while Midoriya began to tune him out. Midoriya was about to nod off until he felt someone slide into the aisle seat on his left. Midoriya glanced up to see plain dark hair and a face with a smile that was mostly all top teeth.

"Hi Sero." Midoriya said.

"Hey Midoriya! How are you?" Asked Sero as he sat down. "Good." Came Midoriya's reply.

"You know, I've been doing some homework recently-" Sero cut off when Midoriya looked up in surprise.

"You don't have to look so surprised, you know" huffed Sero, his smile turning to a frown.

"Sorry. Continue please" said Midoriya.

Sero began again. "So I've been doing some homework on who our opponents are, and some of the teams look like pushovers."

"That's good." Midoriya responded.

"But there's more" Sero said. "There are several that are really strong. And I mean crazy strong!" Sero exclaimed.

Midoriya was curious. "How strong?" He asked.

"Just watch this" said Sero, and pulled out his iPad and pressed the play button on a video Sero had been watching before the flight arrived. An announcer's voice blared through the iPad's speakers: "- And here we are folks, the final match between our two power houses from class 230! From class 230, He's steamy and dreamy, he'll make your pants creamy, Clap your hands for Anthony Manchester! And on the opposite side, also from class 230, he's offense and defense all in one body! Give it up for Jeremy Rogan!"

Sero then stopped the video and looked at Midoriya. "The winner was Rogan. His quirk was so powerful! His quirk is called '3rd Law.' Supposedly every action involving him doesn't have an equal and opposite reaction. Instead he can control where the equal and opposite reaction is sent. So if he were to punch a brick wall, the opposite reaction that would've broke his hand is redirected into the wall and breaks the wall instead!"

"And if he's punched in the face, he wouldn't feel any of it, but whoever punched him would feel double the pain." Midoriya said, nodding as he began to understand.

"Exactly. And the other guy, Manchester? His quirk is 'volcano.' He can turn his body as hard as volcanic rock, or he can make lava come from his pores! Thankfully, I can tell what his weakness is because he lost, his body overheats the longer he uses his quirk, but he still was a powerful opponent." Sero finished speaking and looked at Midoriya to see him mumbling to himself and writing in a notebook about how the Americans were going to be a strong group. Sero then asked if he could have most of the elbow room, to which Midoriya replied with a simple nod. He couldn't afford to lose his train of thought. Either way, Midoriya knew that there were going to be some tough battles ahead.


Wow. Not to sound narcissistic or anything, but I'm pretty proud of myself! I hope you will like reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Not sure when I can get back to writing, as I am very busy with school and my job.