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I'm going to start off this chapter with a few clarifications for people who have asked.
First off, Izuku will be receiving One for All in this story. I know that I've received a lot of complaints about this, but I have my reasonings. For those worried about me sticking too closely to canon, you should see my post-sports festival drafts. Canon becomes a loose template after the Sports Festival, with some events being cut or reordered, while new ones are added. Even before then, many changes will make the story significantly different from canon.
Second off, is that I will be delving into some more…. lesser known parts of canon. Many characters who have smaller appearances in the background like the Vigilantes from My Hero Academia Illegals, Oji Harime from Gentle's video, and Destro will be playing minor to major roles. Due to the lack of info we have on some of these characters, I will be making backstories and powers that fit for them within the world of My Hero Academia.
Thirdly, I'm planning on including a few interlude chapters here and there titled "Secret Origins" to provide backstory to characters who don't have any, as well as to flesh them and the world out. For example, the first one planned is a chapter called "Secret Origins #1: The Phoenix and the Dragon".
Finally, I have gotten some questions about Hisashi. While his true motives are going to be unknown to the audience for a while, you will get more and more hints over time. But I'll give you 3 words to hint at what he's going to be doing. Make of them what you will.
Stain
Endeavor
Rappa
Either way, thanks for reading my story and please comment below if you enjoy.
"What?"
All Might laughed at the expression on the child's shocked face.
"Oh my god, you should see your face right now!"
After laughing for a moment more, All Might smirked and pointed his finger up to the sky.
"Decide now young Izuku, do you want to inherit my quirk?"
Izuku stared for a second more before he started murmuring everything he knew about All Might. The words were coming out so fast that All Might didn't really know what he was saying.
After standing there awkwardly for a moment, All Might cleared his throat to regain the attention of the still-muttering Izuku. Blushing, Izuku stopped talking and motioned at him to continue.
"As I was saying," All Might began. "My quirk is an ability known as One for All. It is a quirk passed down through the generations, with one person cultivating the power before passing it on to the next. It continues to grow as it gets passed along, getting more and more powerful."
"But, why me? There are hundreds of stronger quirk users out there to give this power to. With One for All, they could be unstoppable. All I am is a useless villain." Izuku said self-depreciatively.
All Might smile grew wider and he shook his head.
"You don't understand young Izuku, I didn't pick you based off quirk strength. I picked you based off your heroic nature. You were the only one to jump in and save that boy, and based off what you said earlier, you did it for non-selfish reasons. The fact that you are acknowledging that you are not the strongest candidate for my quirk says a lot about you."
Izuku looked down and considered it. The offer was like a dream come true for him. Who wouldn't want to become the next All Might? But could he do it? Could he live with that kind of pressure on his head?
"...I'll do it."
Izuku was walking home from his meeting with All Might. After exchanging phone numbers, Izuku had promised to meet him at Dagobah Municipal Beach Park tomorrow morning. For what, he had no idea.
As Izuku walked into his house, he noticed something off. There was no noise and all the lights were off.
He walked forward for a second before stopping to survey his surroundings.
As he stood there, a masked figure in a cloak leaped out from behind the wall in front of him and threw a quick jab towards his chest.
Izuku jumped back and dodged the continuous stream of attacks coming at him.
Suddenly, he felt his foot being pulled out from under him and he fell hard onto the floor. The figure pinned him to the ground, completely restricting his movements and holding him against the floor.
Izuku groaned.
"Mom, you need to stop doing this."
The masked figure removed her mask to reveal a tired-looking woman. Under her eyes were bags that looked like they'd been there a long time, as well as many frown marks on her face. As she stood up from her son's position on the floor, she removed her cloak to reveal a muscular but short body. Looking closer at the woman, it became increasingly clear just how short she was, not being much taller than the diminutive Izuku.
The woman smiled at her son before hesitantly wrapping her hand around his arm to pull him up from the floor.
"Sorry honey." Inko began. "I just need to make sure that you're ready if a villain were to attack you when you got home. You never know when someone's going to be waiting for you in your house, ready to strike."
Izuku rolled his eyes. He was used to his mother's paranoia by now. She was constantly afraid of villain attacks from the villain that had killed his grandmother. She constantly attacked him when he got home to prepare him for a villain attack, and today was far from the craziest attack she had pulled. He had found out the hard way that his mother had knives all over the house, which she was ready to pull towards her for a fight at any moment.
His mother slapped him upside the head before he realized that he had mumbled that aloud.
His mom glared for a second more, before walking over to the couch and sitting down. She motioned Izuku over to sit down next to her, which he promptly did.
"So Izuku," His mom began. "Did anything interesting happen today?"
Izuku nervously scratched at his neck, an unfortunate habit that had been increasing the past few months.
"No."
His mother glared at him in annoyance.
"Oh really. Then I guess that villain attack you were involved in was nothing then."
Izuku started sweating hard. No matter how he answered his mom here, he was screwed.
"Well, you see-"
"WHAT THE HELL IZUKU! I THOUGHT TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THAT STUFF! YOU COULD EASILY GET YOURSELF KILLED!" Inko screamed in rage.
Izuku felt a twinge of anger in him.
"I couldn't just let Kacchan die mom!"
"AND WHAT DO YOU OWE THAT LITTLE FUCKER ANYWAY! HE'S DONE NOTHING BUT TORTURE YOU FOR YEARS! NAME ONE GOOD REASON WHY YOU SAVED HIM!"
"What kind of hero would I be if I just let him die?"
Izuku only realized how royally he had screwed up after his mom got up and loomed over him.
"AND WHY ARE YOU SO INSISTENT ON BEING A HERO ANYWAY! FOR FAME, MONEY, GIRLS? WHAT IS SO DAMN INTERESTING ABOUT RISKING YOUR LIFE DAY AFTER DAY! ALL YOU'D ACCOMPLISH IS ATTRACTING ALL FOR ONE TO OUR DOORSTEP!"
Izuku was sick of this conversation. No matter how many times he tried to explain why he wanted to be a hero, she would always try to crush his dreams and explain why he was stupid for even thinking that.
"I JUST WANT TO HELP PEOPLE, MOM!"
"THEN BE A GODDAMN FIREFIGHTER OR DOCTOR. CHOOSE ANYTHING THAT WON'T ATTRACT ATTENTION! I WON'T STOP YOU IF YOU CHOOSE THIS PATHWAY, BUT I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO DISSUADE YOU!"
Izuku got up and walked to his room. He ignored his mother's protest for him to stop walking away and slammed the door behind him. He let himself fall face-down on to the bed.
Today had been a long day.
"Well, this is quite interesting." Shigaraki mumbled to himself.
He had just spent the last several hours researching the Izuku boy that shared so many similarities with him but had yet to find anything substantial.
No matter what he searched, he couldn't find anything.
No records, no addresses, not even a file in the copy of the quirk database that Sensei had given him a few years back.
Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make the boy difficult to find.
But that wouldn't dissuade someone like him. Contrary to what other villains though about him, he was a rather smart man. If he couldn't find where the boy lived online, he could find out through tailing and surveillance.
He clicked back to the news report and looked at the uniform Izuku was wearing.
"A black gakuran uniform with yellow buttons…."
Using that as a reference point, Shigaraki checked out the school uniforms in the area near the incident. Flipping through the different schools, Shigaraki found a uniform that matched at Aldera Junior High.
Grinning to himself, Shigaraki leaned back and thought over what he should do with this information.
Right now, the only thing substantial he knew about the strangely similar boy was his name and appearance. He didn't know his personality, personal morals, or even what his quirk was.
It was much too early in his curiosity to jump to kidnapping, and murder would solve nothing in his current situation, leaving only talking to him and stalking left on the table.
Shigaraki was a lot of things, but he was not a good stalker. He lacked the patience to wait long periods of time for his target to move, as well as an overall lack of stealth in general. Plus he wanted to know more about the kid and why he looked so strikingly similar to him, which stalking wouldn't accomplish.
But how could he talk to the kid without arousing suspicion?
The untransformed All Might was waiting for his new pupil on the beach.
Checking the time on his watch again, he started feeling impatient.
Where was he?
Looking around, he finally saw his pupil running at a breakneck speed towards him.
After throwing the sheepish looking boy an annoyed look, he sighed and turned towards the beach.
"Do you have any idea why I wanted to meet you here young Izuku?"
Izuku blinked in confusion.
"No, you never told me."
"The main reason is that as you are now, you are not ready to inherit One for All."
All Might felt uncomfortable at the crestfallen look on his pupil's face.
"Don't give me that look! Let me rephrase what I said. One for All is a lot to handle. You're current body while strong," All Might looked up and down at the rather toned body the short boy had. "Is not fully ready to handle it. If you're not ready to handle it, your limbs could literally explode under the pressure."
After letting the boy process that mental image, All Might waved his arm towards the beach in front of him.
"So we are going to use this beach to help build you some more muscles."
His pupil looked over the expansive beach and gulped.
"Wouldn't it be better to go to an actual gym?"
"Yes, but there is more than one reason I chose this route for building muscle." All Might began.
"I recently found out that this beach used to be quite the beauty, but it's fallen into total disrepair over the past couple of years. A hero should try to give back to the community in everything he does."
All Might turned to look at his pupil's reaction and sweatdropped when he saw that he was writing down everything he had been saying.
All Might cleared his throat to get his pupils attention and continued.
"This will be the majority of your training young Izuku. But there is one more thing I need. If you can remember, can you give me your measurements now."
After getting his pupils measurement, and realizing just how short his pupil was at 150 cm tall (1), he put the measurement into his American Dream Plan he had made and adjusted it for them.
All Might handed the plan to his pupil.
"This is my American Dream Plan, a schedule accounting for what you'll be doing to get you ready for U.A. It accounts for when you'll sleep, what you'll eat, and when you'll need to recover. If we follow this plan, we'll be able to get you more than ready for One for All and the U.A. exam."
All Might grinned down at his determined looking pupil beneath him.
"Now young Izuku, to achieve this you'll have to go beyond-"
"PLUS ULTRA!" They both shouted in unison.
It had been 4 months since he had started tailing the kid to find out more about him. He now knew where he lived, when he left school, and what he did after it; but he still didn't know how to approach him.
He couldn't just go up and introduce himself to the kid and risk scaring him off, and he couldn't just teleport him into the lair either. Kurogiri didn't know and didn't question his long disappearances, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He needed a plan, some way to make the kid come up to him and want to talk.
The best time would be when he's alone in a grocery store or something.
Shigaraki considered his options for a while.
How could he get this lonely kid to come up to hi-
Wait! That's it!
Izuku was creeped out. A creepy hooded figure had been continuously staring at him the past couple of days while he was cleaning.
He was massive compared to him, looking a full 30 cm taller, and never seemed to do anything other than stare.
It was creepy even if All Might didn't seem to think it was a big deal.
He sighed to himself as he walked into the grocery store to buy some things for his mom. His mentor was a decently smart guy, but he was just very naive when it came to other's motives.
He kept mumbling to himself as he put the items on the checkout counter. When he moved to pay for his food, the clerk pulled out some cash and put it in the register. He then removed the correct amount of change for what he paid and pocketed it and the rest of the money.
Izuku stared in confusion for a minute. What had just happened?
After standing there for a moment the clerk motioned for him to move on.
"Um," Izuku began. "Why did you just pay for me."
The clerk pointed over to a nearby bench where the same hooded figure from the beach was now sitting.
"That kid over there said he wanted to pay for whatever you bought. He told me to keep the change, not that I'm complaining."
Unnerved, Izuku grabbed his groceries and considered walking out the door. It was definitely the smarter and less risky thing to do, considering that it was creepy that he knew what grocery store Izuku went to on Wednesdays, but he was curious. The figure had gone out of his way to pay for him and he hadn't done anything actively malicious towards him.
Izuku hesitantly walked over and sat down next to the figure.
After sitting there silently for a bit, Izuku considered just walking away before the figure turned slightly towards him.
"What do you have there?" He spoke in an unnerving voice while pointing at his groceries.
"Some fruits and vegetables my mom wanted me to get."
Izuku hesitated before continuing.
"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"
The figure chuckled.
"Stalking you? Is that what you thought I was doing? No, I was just watching you clean up the beach. It's really needed clean up for a while, so I kept meaning to thank you. I'm just kind of awkward and didn't know how to approach you."
Izuku stared at him. Did he really think he was stupid enough to believe an excuse like that? For now he'd play along and try and find out more about this guy.
Before he could get out a word, the figure offered a gloved hand with two fingers cut out. It was unnerving how similar they were to his.
"Either way, it's nice to meet you. My name is Arakishig Murtoa, what's yours oh great beach cleaner?" He said teasingly.
Izuku felt more bad vibes the longer he talked to this guy. His tone felt fake and his words felt very practiced. The name was almost certainly either foreign or fake, and considering the perfect Japanese he was speaking, it was most likely the later.
Izuku hesitantly reached out with his own gloved hand and shook.
"My name is Izuku Midoriya."
"It's nice to meet you Izuku. Do you have some time to just chat?"
Izuku hesitated, the smart thing to do would be to say he had to leave now and walk home, but he was curious about what the man wanted. He should make preparations in case he did kidnap him or something though.
"Sure, just let me text my mom."
Holding the phone close to him, but not close enough to arouse suspicion, he activated a timed message with the location of the grocery store and a rough description of the hooded man. If he didn't cancel it in 90 minutes, it would send to his mother.
"Alright, let's talk."
Izuku walked away from the store towards home not sure how to feel.
He and Arakishig had talked for a while. They talked about games, manga, politics, and a few other things. Nothing suspicious, just an everyday, normal conversation. Just before he left however, Arakishig had told him that he would be there every Wednesday to talk if Izuku wanted to.
On one hand, the figure he talked to was untrustworthy at best. His name was obviously fake, his excuse was unlikely at best, and his outfit was clearly trying to hide something.
On the other hand, he hadn't really done anything wrong. He hadn't asked for his address, he hadn't asked for personal information, and he definitely didn't seem to know much about him. If he was a kidnapper or pedophile, he was one of the worst he'd ever heard of.
Then there was his offer to talk more. It was either legitimate or a way for Arakishig to trap him some other time. Against his better judgment, he was considering it.
The thing was, is that he lacked friends. People rarely ever talked to him due to his odd appearance and scary quirk. The only people he talked to on a consistent basis were his mom, his dad, and All Might. While it wasn't bad to talk to them, his dad was rarely around, his mom was paranoia incarnate, and All Might was a more of a mentor than a friend.
His conversation with Arakishig was the first real casual conversation with someone he'd had in a long time. It was…..nice.
Did that mean he trusted him? No, he was definitely still suspicious of him. But would he talk to him again? Probably.
Besides, Izuku thought to himself as a canceled the timed message. I can take precautions.
It had been 8 weeks since his first conversation with Izuku.
Just as he'd hoped, the kid had come back every subsequent Wednesday to talk to him.
While the kid was obviously still suspicious of him, he seemed to crave the conversations they had. To an extent, he enjoyed them too.
Shigaraki was very lonely as a child. He'd never really had a real friend before. It was always training or video games.
In his conversations with Izuku, he was able to just enjoy sitting next to him and talking. It was refreshing, to say the least.
Through his conversations, he had gradually gotten more and more about Izuku himself, and what he learned fascinated him.
He learned about Izuku's fascination with heroes and his fanatical, yet impressive, analysis of them. He learned about his kind and self-sacrificial nature that was completely different to his own. He learned about his self-doubts and training.
It was fascinating, like a particularly well developed NPC.
He had, of course, avoided letting Izuku know anything in particular about his private life, at worst giving him very vague impressions.
He was sitting on the bench as usual when Izuku came up to him as normal and sat on the bench.
Something was off.
Izuku had avoided putting pressure on his left arm while sitting down and was continuously rubbing it.
"Did you hurt your arm or something kid?" Shigaraki asked in a monotone voice.
Startled, Izuku looked back down and sighed.
"Yeah, it's just from a bully from my school. He's scared of me because of my quirk, and torment me because of it."
Shigaraki was intrigued. This is the first time Izuku had mentioned this quirk. He had kept meaning to figure out more about Izuku's family and quirk during their conversations to learn more about why he looked so similar to him, but he'd never been able to figure out how to do it naturally.
Now's my chance.
"That reminds me, what is your quirk anyway Izuku?"
Izuku blinked for a second, before sighing and holding out his hand.
"Do you have anything you don't mind losing?"
Shigaraki reached in his pocket and pulled out a pencil he kept in his pocket in the occasion that he would need it and handed it to Izuku.
Izuku took it from his hand before hesitantly taking his left glove off. He then reached forward and grasped the pencil with the tips of his fingers, turning it to dust in seconds.
Shigaraki stared gobsmacked as Izuku put his glove back on. How did he have the exact same quirk as him? There was no way. The chance of meeting someone with a similar appearance to him and the same quirk was astronomical.
Izuku saw his stare and looked downtrodden.
"I knew you'd be scared of it." Izuku mumbled to himself.
Shaking off the shock of what he'd just seen, Shigaraki quickly thought of what he could do to rectify his mistake.
"You misunderstand. I'm not scared of your quirk I'm in awe of it. It seems like a powerful quirk for anyone who wants to be a h-hero." Shigaraki forced the last words out of his mouth.
"Can you explain how it works?"
As Izuku droned on about how his quirk worked, Shigaraki stared and thought about the implications. He knew that his parents were dead by the time he was 5, so it was impossible that they had another kid. Did his father have a brother or sister perhaps? If he did, he never talked about them. He'd have to figure it out on his own.
Shigaraki stared back down at the kid.
Congratulations kid. You just became even more interesting.
Izuku stood at the edge of the beach 2 weeks before the exam. He had done it. He had overcome All Might's plan.
Laughing, he fell backwards into the arms of All Might behind him.
"I did it All Might. I beat your test."
All Might chuckled down at the exhausted teenager.
"Yeah, you did. In fact, I think you went even further beyond what I originally thought you would do. You truly surpassed my every expectation young Izuku. It is time for your reward."
Izuku stood up and turned to All Might.
All Might reached up and picked a lock of hair, before holding it out to Izuku.
"Eat this."
Izuku stared for a second.
"What the actual fuck."
Izuku had spent the last two weeks with All Might going over the theory of One for All and how it worked. After a disastrous first attempt-
"Cool, I didn't know my arms could bend that way."
"They can't."
"Oh."
"….."
"….."
"….."
"I think you should take me to a doctor."
He had learned how to summon One for All and use it. Of course, he still broke his bones every time he used it, but it was a start.
He stood in front of U.A., ready to take on his first real test towards becoming a hero.
Now, for his first step to becoming a hero.
He tripped and started falling face-first to the ground.
I hate the universe.
Just before he hit the ground, he felt himself stop falling. He then feels himself being pulled up and set on his feet.
Confused, Izuku turned around to see an odd sight. A girl who was only slightly taller than him.
She was moderately pretty with short brown hair, two seemingly permanent blush marks on her cheeks, and a kind face.
"Sorry for not asking your permission to use my quirk, but I figured you wouldn't mind."
Izuku blinked.
This was an awkward situation. Pretty girls usually avoided him like the plague. He hadn't had one talk to him willingly in years.
"Well either way, good luck on the exam today!" She yelled excitedly as she ran into the building.
Izuku was suddenly reminded of why he was here and ran in after her.
The inside of the auditorium was packed. He looked around for a seat and found 1 empty one.
Next to Katsuki.
He sighed and moved over to the seat before sitting down next to the glaring Katsuki. He really didn't have another option.
Suddenly the stage in the front of the auditorium lit up, revealing a tall blonde man with speakers on his soldiers.
"What is up participants? Thanks for coming today! Can I get a WOOHOO!"
Izuku leapt up and yelled Woohoo at the top his lungs, only to realize no one else had.
Well, this is awkward.
"Huh, tough crowd." Present Mic muttered to himself.
"Well either way, let me explain the exam to you."
After a brief explanation of the exam, Present Mic asked for questions.
One examinee stood up and got his attention.
He was a large teen with blue-black hair, glasses, and what looked to be engines on his legs. He made motions with his hand as he clarified a few part of the test.
Izuku wasn't really paying attention until he pointed at him.
"And you with the hoodie on! Your response earlier to Present Mic's clearly rhetorical statement was distracting! If you're not going to take this seriously, you should just leave!"
Izuku felt a surge of anger. Who did this arrogant jackass think he is, calling him out for a mistake in front of this whole auditorium?
Before he could respond however, Present Mic regained the teens attention and continued talking.
Izuku stood in front of the gate to the exam.
This was it. This was his chance to prove himself.
Removing his gloves he got into position and got ready to go in.
He hated using his quirk, but he really didn't have a choice in this scenario. He would have to use everything he had to pass the exam.
Suddenly he felt a hand clasp his shoulder from behind.
Startled and terrified, he pushed backwards with his elbows and turned around.
Behind him was the same teen from the exam room.
They stared at each other for a second before the teen cleared his throat and stood up taller.
"I would like you to know that you don't seem like hero material. Your surprise at being clasped on the shoulder shows your lack of discipline."
Izuku turned around before responding.
"You're not the only one who thinks that jackass, but I'm here to prove all of them wrong."
The teen was appalled at the language and moved to reprimand him, when Izuku stopped him by turning around and glaring.
"And for the record, don't surprise me when my gloves are off. I could very easily kill you accidentally."
Izuku turned around to the gates suddenly opening. Not willing to lose a chance to gain an advantage, he ran through as quickly as he could and got started before the stream of people that came in after him.
Izuku leapt at the first 3-pointer he saw, quickly turning it's upper half to dust.
That's odd. Izuku thought to himself. My quirk seems a lot more powerful than the last time I used it.
He didn't have any time to think about it, as he started running from robot to robot, scoring many points.
Suddenly he saw a blonde-haired foreign teen trip as a large piece of debris fell down towards him.
Moving quickly, he moved over the teen and held his hand out towards the debris. The second the debris made contact, it turned to dust.
Nodding down at the shocked teen, he moved on to the next robot.
The teachers of U.A. sat around, looking at the examination through their cameras.
"We've got a lot of lively recruits this year don't we." A woman in a skintight suit and dominatrix outfit stated seductively.
"Yes, we do. Please curb your tendencies this time Midnight. We don't need a repeat of last year." A tired looking man with scruffy long hair let out.
"IT WAS ONE TIME!"
"EVERYONE WAS THERE!" Present Mic yelled.
"Now now my friends, we need to focus. Who is going above and beyond this year?" A white….. animal of some kind stated.
A tanned shirtless man turned the tv screens to focus on 5 participants that were currently dominating the competition. The 5 participants were made up of a blonde teen shooting explosions through everything that moved, a green haired teen who seemed to be running very fast from robot to robot, turning each one to dust; a bird-headed teen with what appeared to be a living shadow destroying the robots around it, a girl with vines for hair blocking a robots attack, and a buff teen with blue-black hair kicking the robots into bits.
"Interesting. I think it's time. Higari, release the Kraken."
Everyone sat in silence.
"Uh, Higari."
"Never call it that again."
Izuku was doing great so far.
He'd scored a total of 40 points so far, putting him well on track to passing. He probably could've gotten more if it wasn't for his constant need to save people. Seriously, this exam seemed way more dangerous than it should be.
Almost as if the universe was laughing at him, he suddenly saw people running past him screaming. He turned around to see a giant robot the size of an office building.
ISN'T THAT A LITTLE EXTREME!
He turned around to run like everyone else, when he heard a sharp yelp of pain behind him.
It was the girl from before, and her foot appeared to be stuck under debris.
He knew he should run away. He knew that she probably wasn't in any real danger. He knew that she would be fine.
But she looked so scared. She looked so utterly terrified.
What kind of hero would he be if he ignored her?
He ran forward and dissolved the debris on top her leg.
"Can you move?"
The girl was barely able to shake her head no in her shock.
Dammit! He thought. I don't time to put on my gloves.
He looked up at the robot. Last resort time.
He charged One for All into his legs and leapt into the air.
"I didn't know that my legs could bend like that."
"They can't."
"Oh."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"I think you should call a doctor."
"My everything hurrrrts."
After being fixed by Recovery Girl, who it turned out was the school nurse, he had arrived at home as usual.
His mom refused to talk to him as he went to his room, still seemingly mad about the fact that he went against her wishes and got his dad to sign the forms when he had been home a few months ago.
He didn't mind, he'd proven himself to All Might and he'd scored more than enough to pass the exam.
It didn't change the fact that everything hurt though.
It was a week later. His mom, having seemingly calmed down, gave him his letter from U.A. and told him to open it.
He opened the thing to find a device that suddenly blinked to life.
"Hello young Midoriya, I am here as a projection." The projection of All Might stated.
After talking for a minute about how proud he was of him, the projection All Might waved his arms towards some edited in scores.
"As you can see here, you were one of the few to score perfectly on the written exam. This is rare, with only a few people per year scoring this well."
Izuku nodded to himself. He had honestly expected way worse, and he had finished far before everyone else.
"As you can see, you also scored 40 villain points on the physical portion, more than enough to pass the exam."
Izuku pumped his fist and let out a joyful hoot. Before he could celebrate however, the All Might on the projector continued talking.
"But wait, there's more. Not only did you save multiple examinees from minor injuries throughout the battle, but you also went above and beyond to destroy the zero-pointer to save a hurt girl. For this, we awarded you a combined total of 85 rescue points, giving you a total score of 125 points! The fourth highest in the history of the exam. The only 3 to ever surpass that total were Endeavor, Best Jeanist, and yours truly.
Congratulations Midoriya, U.A. is your hero academia."
