I do not own, nor am affiliated with in any way, My Hero Academia or Shonen jump

Also, for those of you who didn't get Izuku's thought process during the last chapter... well lets just say that he has been given the memories of a Deku Otaku from our world who has read the manga up to the Hero License Exam arc (at least that how far i envision his foreknowledge going, i may change my mind and make him have knowledge of even future events depending on how the manga goes) and is quite into fan fiction, fan theories, conspiracies, etc...

Anyway, on with the story


Day Thirty. Five days before classes begin

It's been two weeks since I've been in U.A and in that time I've trained and sparred with All Might quite a bit. I think I've learnt a lot though it's hard to say as the only think I can compare myself to, is the Symbol of Peace himself. Not the best person to use as a comparison since I'm quite literally a beginner. Hopefully I'll have a better idea of where I stand after the Battle Trial.

Met the Principal today, reminds me of that ancient cartoon character, what was his name… Winnie the Poo? Apparently he's one of the few who knows the whole truth of One for All. Since all the practical exams are done and almost all the staff are off campus taking a week's vacation/doing patrols we can use the training grounds to… well train.

And so with that the Principal, Recovery Girl, All Might and I went to Gym Gamma, more commonly known as the Training Kitchen Land, and I must say that it was huge! You could easily fit two football stadiums inside this place and still have a bit of space left over.

Once everyone was in place I began. Channelling the power of my quirk into my right hand I tried to use five percent of my power to flick each of my four fingers (and not my thumb for obvious reasons). Each flick caused massive shockwaves and each finger broke as a result.

Recovery Girl wanted to stop it right then and there, but All Might somehow managed to convince her to let me continue. Not sure if I should be grateful for that or not considering the sheer amount of pain I was in at that moment.

Nevertheless I continued the flicks with my left hand. After the seventh broken finger All Might sighed, before he took a step forward and walked directly in front of my hand. I can still here his words as clearly as if he'd just said them

"I trust you Izuku"

And then it was time for the final flick, I concentrated the power of my quirk into my hand picturing an egg not breaking in a microwave. I thought to myself "Five Percent" as the familiar red arcs of power spread across my hand. I took in All Might's smiling visage and I could almost feel the trust and faith he had in me. The red arcs of power seemed to melt into my skin as my arm was now covered with a soft golden glow with arcs of emerald lightning dancing across it.

And flicked my finger, and miraculously it did not break and while the wind was powerful enough to blow All Might's hair back, it wasn't enough to make him flinch, which was an extremely good thing.


Day Thirty-One. Four days before classes begin

After yesterday's success, which was followed by a quick trip to La-La land courtesy of Recovery Girl's quirk, a new training schedule was made for me. I would spend the mornings training with All Might in martial arts, make my way to U.A in the evenings, take a gun that Nezu… procured… and attempt to shoot ten targets that were thirty meters in front of me. Then I would practice my flicks for a day.

Honestly a target at thirty meters seemed like too much for a beginner as the less said about my attempts to hit any of the targets… the better. And as for my training with my quirk. I managed to break three fingers instead of seven, which normally I would see as an improvement, if it wasn't for what I was thinking of when I broke them.

Bakugo…

I took yesterday's lesson to heart and this time I pictured a familiar visage before I flicked my finger. For my first flick I pictured All Might, I recalled my memory of yesterday and saw my hand take on a golden glow as it had yesterday. I then flicked my finger, releasing a powerful gust of wind, with my finger taking little to no damage.

For my second flick I pictured the smiling visage of my mother, of the person that was there through everything, of the one who made me want to continue on with life even when I felt like there was no point in doing so. That too released a powerful gust of wind with little to no damage on my finger.

For my third flick another visage immediately came to mind, of a person who had just as much of an impact on my life, except in a much more negative way. Bakugo. My mind slipped and the entire power of my quirk flowed through my finger releasing a powerful shockwave and shattering my index finger.

I did the same thing again, All Might, Mom, Bakugo, shattered Finger. And again, All Might, Bakugo, shattered finger.

I needed to get this under control, and fast, or else when I face him in combat, and I will face him in combat, I might just put him down… for good.


Day Thirty-Two. Three days before classes begin.

My training went just as well as it did yesterday, in fact it was a near replica, with the slight exception that I was not shooting at a distance of fifteen meters rather than thirty meters. But it wasn't my aim that was the problem, rather it was the fluctuations with my quirk, especially when a certain someone came to my mind…

Katsuki Bakugo, Kaachan.

I know him well… too well some might even say. And I've always tried to be with him. In a way I guess I wanted to be him. Kaachan was once my idol, my hero, just as All Might is. He was something to aim to be, at least that's what I once thought.

I know him, almost as well as he knows himself, and I understand that within him is a good heart, as well as a drive to be a hero, as well as to be the best. Bakugo has a heroic sprit, in a way that is far different from my own, yet it is still there.

A month ago I would have been perfectly fine with who he was, a month ago he would have still been my Kaachan. But a lot can change in a month, and I can now see things in a far different light. And though I know better that most just the kind of person that Bakugo is underneath, it simply doesn't matter because;

"It is not who you are underneath, but rather it is what you do, that defines you!"

I couldn't run from the fact that he was the one who made my life a living hell. Who made sure that I absolutely did not belong anywhere, no matter what I did. He was also the one that told me to go and throw myself off a building, effectively committing suicide.

He was no longer my hero, rather he was my demon, one which I need to overcome if I ever want to get closure, as well as control over my power. . . Why Kaachan? Why?


Day Thirty-Three. Two days before classes begin

There is nothing I can do about my issues with Bakugo, at least for now, so I decided to move on to the next phase of my training, and that would be Full Cowl.

The risks with this ability being that without full control over my quirk I could potentially kill myself, hence why I won't be using it unless I have absolutely no other choice, or until I can let go of my demons and thus achieve control of my quirk.

Still I began my quirk training today with full on sparring against All Might. Full Cowl is… intoxicating, there simply is no other way to put it. Just the sheer power that I could feel under my skin, humming in anticipation to be used was like nothing I had ever felt before. I didn't even have an experience I could compare it to. Still I knew two things though

The first was that I would master this power, no matter how long it took or how much it would demand of me, I would master it, and use it to save lives and protect the peace.

The second thing was that I was right to be worried. During the third minute of my spar my power started to… fluctuate for lack of a better word. All Might took advantage of my momentary distraction to launch a punch straight through my guard and right at my jaw. I panicked and for some weird reason my mind went to the one guy who I desperately didn't want to think about.

The one guy who had done this to me so many times before…

My counterattack sent All Might flying back, an amazing achievement for a prospective hero who hasn't even started his course. It also had the added effect of shattering my bones and making my arm look like I shoved it into a meat grinder.

Before Recovery Girl could heal me and send me into la-la-land, the Principal insisted I finish my aim training. I managed to hit a bull's-eye today, a single bull's-eye, through sheer dumb luck…

Today would be my last day training in U.A before term began, the teachers would be returning back tomorrow, and I could not be seen.


Day Thirty-Four. One day before classes begin

This will be my last entry in this training log, I plan on shifting to a new log to record my days at U.A. Incidentally despite this being a training log there isn't any training of note to record as All Might insisted I have this day to myself for a little R and R.

That being said though Small Might, (All Might actually laughed when he heard my nickname for his sunken form) and I did spend the morning together at Dagobah beach. Our relationship wasn't that of teacher and student, rather that of the ancient relationship between a master and his apprentice. But more than that… All Might is the reason that I am what I am, no matter how you look at it there is no doubting that, and more than succeeding, more than becoming a hero, I want to make him proud of me, him and mom.

Mom…

I came home today for lunch, first time in a long time now that I think about it. I spent the whole day with her, just enjoying her company for the entirety of the evening. It's been a long time since I've done something like this, and knowing what my life at U.A would be like, it would be a long time before I would get the chance to do so again…

Mom, I doubt that you will ever read this, but on the slim chance that you do… I love you mom, more than anything… and thank you for everything that you've done for me…


Izuku couldn't help but gape as he walked along the corridors of U.A. though he'd been coming here for the past month, that was more of a sneak in, train and sneak out situation and he'd never really gotten the chance to actually take in its aesthetic appeal.

U. A had a less than 0.2% acceptance rate. Every year over three hundred students applied for its Hero Course, out of which only 40 students selected, 4 through recommendation and 36 through the entrance exam.

As a result saying that very few people cared about the schools aesthetics when the put in their application would be an overestimation, which made just simply walking through these corridors the cherry on top of the cake that was saying you got into U.A.

Whoever designed this place was truly an architectural mastermind.

Izuku came to a stop in front of the truly massive door to Class 1-A. Seriously why was this thing so massive? Izuku knew that he was a bit small when compared to his age group but this door was at least five times his height.

Shaking his head a bit Izuku opened the door…

"Remove your foot from that desk!" said a bespectacled boy "Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A before us as well as the craftsmen who made this desk!"

"Like I care" yelled Bakugo "What middle school are you from you Extra?"

"My name is Tenya Ida" he replied "I'm from Somei Private Academy!"

"Somei?" bellowed Bakugo "A stuck-up Elitist then? I should blow you up to bits!"

"You're awful! Do you really wish to become a hero?"

"Bakugo wishes to be the best! Make no mistake about that!" said Izuku, bringing the entire class's attention to him "To him, being a hero is being the most powerful warrior on the block, someone whose very name strikes fear into the hearts of villains. You on the other hand are different. Tenya Idia, if I am not mistaken, from the Ida family line? If you're anything like Ingenium then to you being a hero means to inspire hope, to help those in need, to rescue people from the hardships of today and give them hope for a better tomorrow. Neither belief is necessarily bad, nor are they necessarily incompatible as All Might represents both philosophies to a t! "

By now the entire class was staring at him, which was not that surprising as he'd taken what seemed to be the dialogue between an uptight prick and an arrogant hothead and turned it into a discussion on their philosophies, beliefs and ideals as heroes.

"The best example I would give here would be that Bakugo's beliefs are quite similar to Endeavour, while Ida-san's are closer to Best Jeanest" finished Izuku "But I am being rude. Good morning everyone, I am Izuku Midoriya and I will be you're classmate for the next three years."

Some of Izuku's new classmates raised their hands in greeting, while others simply nodded in acknowledgement, but by far the most pronounced reaction was from the two people he'd interrupted. Bakugo had his feet off the table, and his hands were clenched tighter than Izuku thought was humanly possible. He was looking at Izuku with a glare so fierce that if looks could kill… well you know how the saying goes.

Tenya Ida on the other hand walked straight towards the new arrival, he'd recognized Izuku from the exam as the boy he swore he would apologise to, and he was going to keep his word.

"Midoriya-san, I am Tenya Ida, I'm from Somei private academy" said the bespectacled boy holding out his hand which Izuku took and shook "You perceived the true nature of that practical exam while I do not. I am sorry to say that I misjudged you! You were the superior candidate!"

"I did not perceive anything Ida" said Midoriya "All of you were too stunned to react and that girl was in actual danger. I bought time for you all to move on and I saved her life, just as she saved mine. Even if I was rejected because of my actions I would have left with my head held high.

Izuku looked Ida straight in the eye and spoke, slowly and clearly "As heroes we exist to save lives and help those who cannot help themselves! No matter whether our ideals lead to us inspiring fear in villains, or hope in civilians, no matter what we specialize in, be that rescuing, combat, protection, support, no matter our goals, such as making a legacy, becoming the strongest, money, revenge, whatever. We exist to save lives, that is what Heroes do, above all else."

"Midoriya-san your insight into heroes and their ideologies is truly inspiring" replied Ida "I am now firmly convinced that you are a much superior candidate than I, I swear that I will take your words today to heart!"

'Please do Ida, for all our sakes…"

"Hey I know that hair" said a voice from behind him, breaking Izuku out of his thoughts, "Falling Boy!"

"Gravity Gal" said Izuku as he turned around to great his new classmate "Wow, you look really cute in that uniform!"

"Th-thank you" replied the blushing brunette who was completely blindsided by the compliment

"I'm Izuku Midoriya" continued the green haired boy "And this here is Tenya Ida, and you are?

"Ochako Uraharra, but please call me Ochako" she replied, getting more comfortable as the conversation came back to familiar waters "So we've got our entrance ceremony and guidance counseling today right? Wonder what our teacher will be like, boy I'm nervous."

'Well if you really want to know then take a look and see for yourself, he's right behind you!"

Ida's eyes quickly scanned the area behind his new acquaintance for signs of their homeroom teacher and Ochako spun around so fast that Izuku thought for a split-second that she might give herself whiplash.

"If you're here to socialize then get out" came the voice of the aforementioned teacher from the ground, causing both the brunette girl and the bespectacled boy to do a double take as their eyes darted down to look at a scruffy looking man in a sleeping bag of all things, just a foot away from the door "This is the hero course!"

Somehow the sleeping bag man managed to raise himself off the ground and into a standing position, all while still being fully enclosed in the sleeping bag… somehow…

"It took all of you a good eight seconds to quiet down. Time is a precious resource you know, you need to learn to use every second of it." said the sleeping bag man "My name is Shouta Aizawa and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Now quickly change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds. Now!"


"Good, you're all here" said 1-A's Homeroom Teacher to the assembled students "We'll be conducting a basic test of your quirks –"

"But what about the opening ceremony and the guidance sessions?" asked Ochako, interrupting the pro hero."

"You all are pro heroes in training, you have no time for that!" said Aizawa sharply "U.A is known for our freestyle education system, that applies to us teachers as well. Now we'll be doing your basic gym tests; softball throwing, fifty meters dash, grip strength, standing long jump, side to side stepping and the endurance run. The caveat here is that this time there are no quirk restrictions. Bakugo how far could you throw in middle school?"

"Sixty-Seven meters"

"Great now get in that circle and throw this ball" said Aizawa tossing the spiky-blonde haired teen a softball "Use your Quirk, do whatever you have to do to get the best result, just do not leave that circle!"

Bakugo gave a single nod of acknowledgement before leaning into a standard pitching pose, before throwing the ball and near simultaneously releasing a massive explosion from the palm of his hand. And with the sound reminiscent of a gunshot, the ball went flying into the air, far past what the eye could normally see.

"705.2 meters, good throw" said Aizawa "It is important for us to know your limits, which is the first step to figuring out what kind of hero you will be. That being said though, U.A only trains the best of the best so I will tell you this right here and now, I will be expelling any who I feel do not have what it takes to become a hero, furthermore, unless all of your performances are exceptional, the person with the lowest score will be judged as hopeless and will be immediately expelled! Your faith is in your hands, now line up in your seat order! We'll be doing the events in the order I just listed them in."

"This… is slightly different" muttered Izuku to himself as he watched his classmates all throw a softball, one after another, with varying degrees of success. As the nineteenth seat of Class 1-A, he was the third last student to get the chance to throw the ball, and so he knew just how high he'd need to score to pass, though he shake the feeling that something was off here.

"Next!"

Izuku shook his head as he moved onto the throwing platform, he knew he couldn't score first place in this event, Ochako had managed to get the infinity sign to pop up after all, but he could hopefully score high enough to get a good standing with his classmates and his homeroom teacher.

Izuku concentrated the power of One for All in his hand, and flung the ball.

"49 meters"

What On Earth!

Izuku knew he'd channelled the power of One for All, he felt the power as it settled into his hand, he heard the barely audible crackle of his bio-electricity as flowed across his arm, barely visible to the naked eye. There was no way, ABSOLUTELY no way, that the softball had travelled less than a hundred meters, much less barely half that amount!

"I erased your quirk!" said Aizawa as he walked towards the green haired boy "I watched your entrance exam and honestly, it was completely irrational the way you got in! I saw how you were completely incapacitated when you used your quirk, and while I will admit that you found a clever way around it, it won't help you here. So tell me, are you hoping that someone will step in to help you after you use –"

"Are you sure about that Erasorhead-sensei?" asked Midoriya, cutting off his Homeroom Teacher, whose eyebrows were raised at the fact the Izuku had correctly guessed his pro-hero identity barely a few seconds after he'd used his quirk "Out of all the people in this school you were the last person I would think would make assumptions. But if you're so sure, would you like to make a bet?"

"Oh?"

"Give us all a chance" said Izuku quietly, his voice clear enough that Aizawa who was quite near him to hear, but soft enough that his classmates, save Jiro, would have no idea what he asked for "If I pass this little test and walk away on my own power would you consider keeping all of us on the roster?"

"Score within the top five and I'll be willing to consider it" said Aizawa, "Don't and you can consider yourself hopeless! You have your quirk back! Give this another go and let's get this over with.

Izuku nodded and collected the ball before resuming his place inside the circle.

"One for All: 5%" he thought to himself as he felt those red lines of power streak across his entire arm, before they settled down, infusing his muscle fibres and bones with power as his skin took on a slight golden glow, that was all but invisible under the burning sun.

"Mom" Izuku muttered as the image of the smiling form of Inko Midoriya appeared in his head. He could feel her love as she stood with him through his childhood, her joy when she found out that her son would be going to, and the faith she had in his future when he left their apartment this morning "One for All 10%"

The glow around his fist increased as green streaks of bio-electricity started to appear and trail across his entire arm. Izuku brought both his hand up till they were parallel to his head before executing a textbook pitcher's throw. The ball flew into the air, far past what the eye could see.

*Beep* "690 meters" said Aizawa, "not the best we've seen today, but good enough!"

"Im – impossible, Quirks never manifest past the age of four" muttered Bakugo in pure shock. Izuku was nothing! He should have been nothing but a pebble on the side of the road, not an actual threat.

Bakugo remembered when the results came out for the entrance exam and he'd been utterly shell-shocked when he'd been beaten by Deku! By Defenceless Izuku, of all people! Bakugo had intended to confront the loser when he came to school, to find out how on earth he'd cheated himself into being the first place! How that bloody pebble had stolen what should have been rightfully this.

But he never showed up! Izuku simply seemed to disappear entirely of the radar after the U.A entrance exam. Bakugo had heard through the grape wine that Izuku had privately met and spoken with their middle-school teachers, which while highly unusual wasn't illegal, before he'd withdrawn himself so that he could supposedly prepare for U.A!

But this, whatever Bakugo had been expecting this certainly hadn't been it. Had Deku been lying all these years? How the on earth did that pathetic loser have the guts to lie to him? HIM? Who the hell did he think he was?

Bakugo's entire thought process took little less than a minute, and in that time his shock nearly had turned into a towering inferno of rage "What the Hell was that? Explain yourself Deku!"

Bakugo blasted himself forward to get close to his former friend who he'd long since discarded due to his uselessness. Deku body automatically shifted into a defensive position with his right hand ready for a counterattack, a right hand that seemed to be nearly immediately enveloped by those red lines of power that constituted to 100% of One for All's power.

"Enough!" said Aizawa, his hair sticking straight up as his eyes glowed red. His giant white bandages that were usually loosely wrapped around his shoulders and head were now quite firmly wrapped around Bakugo who was struggling to move as the pro-hero glared at both him and Izuku "Stop struggling, this is a capture weapon made of carbon fibres and a special alloy wire, you're not breaking out of it! Now stop using your quirk already! I'm getting dry eye over here!"

Bakugo growled before he forced himself to relax and Aizawa yanked him back towards the group of students.

"Pull a stunt like that again and you're out Bakugo!" said Aizawa sternly, glaring at him for good measure with his red eyes before he let his quirk fade and his hair fell down to cover his face "Geez, what a waste of time, prepare for the next event! We'll be moving in the same order as the previous event, Bakugo you'll be going first, followed by the rest in seat order."

"Right" said everyone and as Yaoyorozu grabbed a softball and moved to the throwing circle, while Bakugo, Ayoama, Ashido, Asui and Ida took their positions on the race track that was just beside the throwing circle.

Yaoyorozu turn was definitely the most unique as she used her quirk to make actual miniature cannon much to the utter astonishment of her class, she then seemed to create a metal sphere out of her hand, which she stuffed the softball into, loaded in the cannon and fired

"10,981 meters precisely, and while I don't think we can classify that as a throw, you did do what you needed to get the best results so I guess it counts" said Aizawa "Alright you five, Get ready, three, two, one, GO!"

"Fast" was the only thing that Izuku could say as he watched the first fifty meter dash. Ida, easily the first to cross the finish line with in three seconds flat, followed by Bakugo who used his quirk to blast himself forward crossing the finishing line at a little over four seconds, but the others were not far behind him with Ashido finishing the dash in 5.28 seconds, followed by Ayoama in 5.51 seconds with Asui just behind him finishing at 5.58 seconds.

That group was the fastest of all the groups that had raced though as Izuku made his way to the starting line he couldn't help but feel that his group would give them a run for their money, considering that his group contained both Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.

"Ready!"

"One for All: Full Cowl!" said Izuku as he tried to channel 5% of All Might's power through his body.

"3…!"

The image of the Symbol of Peace popped into his mind, his powerful presence that just makes you believe that everything's possible!"

"2…!"

The image changed and this time it was Small Might cheering him on as he did his level best to clear up Dagobah beach, the faith that the man had in him even then was truly amazing, but more than that it was something he swore he would live up to.

"1…!"

The image shifted and this time it was the sheer pride that All Might had on his face when he congratulated him on getting into U.A, the sheer smile on that face was infectious.

"Go!"

Three thing happened at once, the ground under Todoroki feet was frozen solid in an instant as he as a pillar of ice shot out from beneath his legs, pushing him blindingly fast towards the finish line. Yaoyorozu feet glowed as she near instantly created what could only be described as a pair of jet boots which shot her forward towards the finish line.

Emerald streaks of bio-electricity had started to crackle around Izuku's body the moment he'd started to channel the quirk and the moment, Aizawa said go, he shot forward without any flare of the two recommended students, but just as fast all the same, though even though his sheer speed wasn't enough to beat either Todoroki (3:31 seconds) or Yaoyorozu (4:07 seconds) he managed to clock in an amazing record of 4:38 seconds.

If only Mineta (10.5 seconds ) or Hagakure (7.24 seconds), had been a bit faster, then they would have been the fastest group, but oh well…

The third event was Grip Strength and while Izuku was nowhere near Shoji amazing strength of 540kg, he had managed to use 5% of his quirk to give himself a respectable figure of 115kg, which was just a bit more than double of Bakugo's grip strength of 57kg much to the blonde's fury.

The standing long jump had the most surprising results, at least in Izuku's minds, in order of placements the people with the longest jumps were Bakugo (who could practically sustain himself in mid-air for the length of an entire city block), Todoroki, Yaoyorozu (using the same boots she'd used for the fifty meter dash), Sero, Ochako (who first jumped them made herself float for as long as she could stand it), Ayoama, Ida, Asui, Sato and then him. Honestly Izuku was surprised that he was so far behind when he was sure that he would have succeeded in this event out of them all, but on reflection it did make sense.

First place in the side to side stepping was amazingly enough taken by Mineta of all people as the sticky ball user who used sis balls to create two small walls on either side of him. He nodded at Aizawa when he was ready to begin. Aizawa started the stopwatch and Mineta practically flung himself into one of the walls, which acted like a spring board, launching him towards the other wall, which shot him right back into the first wall. The sticky ball user was moving so fast that he was leaving actual afterimages of himself.

Izuku managed to snag the second place for himself, much to Bakugo's immense fury but thankfully one glare from Aizawa was enough to dissuade the blonde from doing anything stupid.

And then came the endurance run in which Ida once again scored first place, and was quickly followed by Todoroki and Yaoyorozu, who were neck and neck through their groups whole race, with the latter just barely beating out the former at the last stretch. Bakugo managed to snag himself fourth place while Izuku just managed to get himself fifth.

"Your overall positions are the average of each position you got across each competition" said Aizawa "Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya, Ida, congratulations on being the top five students! That being said, Jiro, Kamanari, Hagakure and Mineta, your performances are below the expected performances of U.A students who would do these exercises without their quirks, I should know since I make sure that there is no cheating going on when they do these yearly P.E tests. That being said though, I was lying about expelling someone! That was a rational deception meant to bring out the best in all of you!"

"WHAT!"

"Well of course it was a lie!" said Yaoyorozu "Didn't take much to figure that –"

"Shouta Aizawa" interrupted Izuku, his clear even voice that somehow seemed to be laced with power drew everyone's attention to its source "Codename: Eraserhead! An angular type hero who's fighting technique is truly exceptional. A master of both Houjo-jutsu and Bujinkan ninjutsu his preferred method of combat is to erase his opponent's quirk, bind them knock them out before moving on to the next target. He detests the press and makes sure to have as limited of a media presence as possible while at the same time he makes sure to be well aware of any possible opponents and quirks he may have to engage in combat. His levels of analysis and deduction are also rumoured to be exceptional. Rumour also has it that he is solely responsible for almost a hundred expulsions in the U.A Hero Course during his short tenure here as a teacher, not one of which has ever been overruled. Am I right Sensei?"

"You are well-informed Midoriya, and just for the record it is well over a hundred expulsions" said Aizawa, much to the utter shock of the class and especially Yaoyorozu who was completely shell-shocked at how wrong she'd been

"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" said Izuku "If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."

"Sun Tzu" said Aizawa "But that enough idle chatter, make your way back to the class and prepare yourselves for your first lesson. Also Mineta"

"Y-Yes" the sticky ball user was practically trembling under Eraserhead's quirk enhanced glare

"Despite scoring the first rank in the side to side stepping test you still managed to be the lowest ranked student due to your abysmal results in all the other tests and I have already begun to consider the possibility of your expulsion! You have until the sports festival to change my mind so I suggest you put in the physical training every day or else you might just find yourself shifted to gen-ed!"


Author rants

I hate this chapter! I absolutely Hate it! I sat down to write this chapter on the 13th, thinking that after I write it I could go over it and chapter one, proof read it and get them both out in a week!

And at the start it went quite well, I managed to get the diary scenes written in less than a few hours and I remember thinking that this wasn't going to be so bad But no! It took me thirteen days THIRTEEN DAYS to write the bloody quirk tests. I mean I bloody had holidays during these past two weeks and I thought I'd be able to go over and continue some of my older fan fictions, but NO!

And I mean it doesn't even fit in well with the way I wanted my story to go, but I'm at the point that if I don't publish something I doubt I'm gonna publish anything! So I hope you enjoyed reading that!

Also did anyone else notice how practically superhuman their tests were… I mean Ayoama 5.51 seconds in the fifty meter dash and he crossed the finish line after Mina, Mina was just running, not using her quirk in the manga, and even if she was her 'acid skating' improves her agility and mobility, not her speed and acceleration. For comparison, it took 5.6 seconds for Usain Bolt to reach the fifty meter mark in his olympic hundred meter dash!

Mina, a high-school student whose quirk is not fit for rapid acceleration was faster than an athlete who trained his entire life to run races… chew on that for a second.

Mineta, for those who are wondering how he came first in anything , here's my rational… Look mat the manga panels when they are going through the events. For the fifty meter dash we're shown Ida, and his time of 3 seconds, for the grip strength we're shown Shoji and his monstrous strength of 540kg, for the standing long jump we're shown Bakugo, who were know can use his quirk to basically fly, for soft ball throwing we see Ochako whose range is basically infinity, and for side to side stepping we see Mineta, which makes it all the more shocking that he came second last in the manga.

And yeah… I'm just about done… favourite, follow and review, pm and all that jazz… Till next time,

Rafael Out !