U.A looked the same as it did during the Entrance Exams, but far less crowded, even if more people were milling about. Probably because they weren't all crowded together, but instead spread out across the grounds.

It had been two weeks since, and Izuku had gotten a letter home containing his certificate of acceptance, along with all the necessary information, such as his schedule and official student I.D. There was also a weird disc thing, but Izuku hadn't paid it much attention, just tossing it on the coffee table to rot.

"1A, 1A…" he muttered, tapping a finger to his chin as he wandered through the pristine halls of the prestigious academy. He had no clue where he was, since the map of the school he'd received with his acceptance notification lay on his desk at home, accidentally forgotten. At this rate, he'd have to ask one of the older looking students-

Izuku hit the brakes, barely stopping before he ran into a wall of muscle. Craning his neck up- and up, man this guy was tall- he found himself making eye contact with All Might himself.

"Kaibutsu-kun?" All Might exclaimed in shock, then rapidly shook his head, covering his mouth in apparent shock. "Er- please forgive me, young man! I did not mean to let that slip out, but seeing you brought back the memories of our conversation, and-!"
Izuku laughed, cutting off the Number One Hero and waving his hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it, I'm not offended. Little Monster, huh?"

All Might scratched at the back of his head in embarrassment. "My humble apologies, young man! It's just, I remember what you asked me, and I had assumed, by the tone of your voice, that were referring to yourself… And, well, compared to me, many people are quite little…"

Izuku chuckled once more. "It's fine. I kinda like it, to be honest; a nickname given to me by the Number One Hero? I'm definitely gonna be using that to introduce myself in the future!"

All Might joined Izuku in the humour. "Well, it's great to see you decided to apply to U.A, and ever more wonderful to see that you have passed the Entrance Exam! Which course have you been accepted into?"

"Heroics Course, Class 1A. Speaking of which, do you know where that is? I'm kinda lost, heh."

"Why, of course! Follow me, young man- by the way, I never got your name! Please excuse my lack of manners!"

"It's fine. I wasn't exactly jumping to introduce myself. Anyways, you can just call me Kaibutsu-kun!"

All Might's ever-present smile seemed to dip for a moment in confusion, before it leapt back into place, seemingly a thousand times brighter. "Well, if you insist, Kaibutsu-kun!"


"Damn, that's a big door…" Izuku muttered in awe. It wasn't an exaggeration, either; the entrance to the classroom was large enough to fit three All Might's standing on each other's shoulders, and he wasn't exactly short. Perhaps it was for people with Gigantification Quirks, like that newly-debuted heroine, Mount Lady, except without the ability to shrink? Well, regardless, it worked much the same way as any other door, and he slid the piece of wood aside,

The sight he walked in on immediately made Izuku wish he could just closed the door and go home. Honestly, it was far too early to deal with Katsuki yelling at that Iida guy from the practical. Well, at least it answered his question of which class Katsuki was in.

"Please remove your feet from on top of that desk at once! That is an insult to the makers, who likely spent hours assembling this fine piece of furniture, the great Heroes who once sat in this very classroom, and our future underclassmen, who will sit there to begin on their path to becoming the next generation of Heroes!"

That dude was intense.

"Hah!? You say something, you fuckin' nerd!? What school did you go to!?" Katsuki drawled, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets, a sign of agitation.

Iida seemed to straighten up in pride. "I attended Somei High! My name is Iida Tenya!"

"Somei!?" Katsuki sneered, "So you're a damned elite!? I'll have fun crushing you!"

"C-Crushing!?" Iida yelped, recoiling in shock. "How villainous… Are you truly aiming to be a hero!?"

With a quiet sigh, Izuku stepped into the classroom, not bothering to close the door behind him. He took slow, measured steps to the loud teens, drawing a few eyes. Taking in his opened uniform jacket, ruffled white shirt, and lack of tie, the majority of them seemed to write him off as inconsequential, and returned to watching the conflict playing out. Fine by him.

When he saddled up to the arguing two, he took a moment to watch them. They were so absorbed in their volley of insults- well, insults from Katsuki's side- that they didn't even notice him, despite his close proximity. Instead, they just raised the volume of their dispute.

Izuku shook his head, then kicked Katsuki in the side, sending the blond tumbling out of his chair and onto the tiled ground. Several people choked in the background, and Iida looked like he was about to have a stroke.

"WHO THE FUCK-!?" Katsuki shouted, leaping to his feet, only to stop when he caught sight of the green hair.

"Hey, Katsuki!" Izuku cried, joy filling his voice. Katsuki, having known the boy for nearly a year now, was wary.

"W-what, you shitty nerd!?"

"If you make too much noise during class, I'll definitely kill you!" Izuku cheered, a bright smile on his face. He moved and sat down in the seat behind Katsuki's, then put his head down on the desk.

The room was silent, everyone waiting to see how Katsuki, the obvious alpha-male, would react. Their surprise was palpable when he shivered the barest amount, then clicked his teeth together and sat back in his chair, obviously intent on ignoring Iida.

"M-Midoriya-kun, that was hardly appropriate!" Iida shouted, chopped his arms with vigor.

No response.

"Are you sleeping!?"

"Quiet down."

The chatter in the room slowly vanished as the students heard what was, presumably, an adult's voice. It was deeper and gravely, if a bit (a lot) lazy.

A yellow… Thing, hopped into the room, coming to a stop behind the teacher's podium. It turned, revealing a man's face, with bloodshot eyes and a scraggly beard. A zipper was pulled down slightly, and a pouch poked out, which the man then inhaled from.

"It took you eight seconds to be silent. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough."

He pulled down the rest of the zipper, then stepped out, revealing his shaggy hair, white scarf, and black clothes.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Nice to meet you. Now, it's a bit sudden, but please follow me to the changing rooms. You'll find lockers labeled with your names, and inside will be your gym uniforms. Put those on, and meet me outside on the field."


"A Quirk Assessment?" several students asked, confused by the turn of events.

"What happened to the Entrance Ceremony, or Orientation?" Uraraka asked. She had come in slightly after Izuku, but didn't see the boy she had met during the practical since he'd already put his head down.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. Here at U.A, we teachers have a bit of freedom with how we run classes, which includes skipping useless things. Anyways, you kids have been doing these things since Junior High, right? The physical fitness tests, where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks. For some bizarre reason, the government insists on using these tests to determine your capabilities. It's not rational. I keep forgetting… Which of you scored at the top of the Entrance Exam?"

The students looked blankly at each other, unsure. Iida's shot his hand into the air.

"Sensei, I believe it was somebody called Midoriya Izuku!"

Katsuki's eye twitched, irritated that he had to be reminded of his shortcoming, although he was used to being outperformed by Izuku at this point. Speaking of which, where was that guy? Looking around, he was surprised to spy the head of green hair right next to him, but bobbing to its own rhythm. The owner's eyes were closed, his face turned to the ground…

Wait, was he sleeping standing up!?

"Oh, Sensei, it's this guy here! With the green hair!" Uraraka cried, pointing to the boy she had finally spotted in the crowd of students. Aizawa directed his gaze to the boy.

"Midoriya, what was your score on the softball throw in Junior High?"

The field descended into silence, as Aizawa waited for an answer. Finally, Katsuki got annoyed.

"Sensei," he said loudly, getting the teacher's attention, "He's asleep."

Aizawa blinked at the blond, before taking a few steps to the green-haired teen.

"Huh. How irrational. What was the point of coming here if he was just gonna take a nap...?" Aizawa muttered, irritated. He casually pulled a hand out of his pocket, then with blinding speed swung it at the student's bowed head-

Why was he on the ground?

Aizawa rolled to his feet in an instant, hands coming up to protect himself from any follow-up attacks. What the hell just happened?

Izuku began shifting, finally raising his head. He rubbed at a drooping eyelid, and yawned loudly. He seemed to have somehow felt the disbelieving gazes on him, because he looked around. FInally, his eyes landed on Katsuki.

"...Why's everyone looking at me?"

"YOU JUST FLIPPED THE TEACHER WHILE ASLEEP ON YOUR FEET, DIPFUCK! THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

"...Oh." Izuku turned to who he assumed was the teacher, as the only adult present, who was also in a combat stance. "Sorry about that," he said, then dropped his head, ready to go back to sleep.

"YOU STUPID FUCKIN' NERD!" Katsuki shouted, bringing a hand up and clapping an explosion against Izuku's temple, sending the boy flying in a cartwheel. He landed on his back, staring up at the sky, blinking slowly.

"...Why."

"Get off yer ass, dammit!"

Izuku rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. "Don't wanna."

Aizawa finally relaxed, seeing that Midoriya was not a threat. At the moment, anyways.

"Midoriya, get up. We have things to do, and you're wasting time."

With a reluctant sigh, he pushed himself to his feet, with what seemed like agonizing effort.

"You didn't answer my question; what score did you get for the softball throw in Junior High?"

Izuku stared at Katsuki, his lazy gaze irritating the ever-loving fuck out of the blond.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT ME!?"

"I was hoping you'd know, 'cause I don't remember."

"WHY DO I HAVE TO REMEMBER YOUR SHITTY SCORES, HAH!?"

Aizawa brought a hand up and pinched his nose bridge. "Whatever. Get up here Midoriya."

In a few moments, Izuku was in the circle, rearing back for a pitch. And when he let it fly, it flew.

Aizawa help up his phone after a few moments. In blue digital numbers, the counter read 666 meters.

"What's with that number?" many of his new classmates asked, slightly disturbed.

"Oh, I remember now!" Izuku exclaimed, finally awake. "My last score was an even six hundred! Looks like I got stronger!"

"Midoriya, you do realize that the tests Junior High were supposed to be done without your Quirk, right?"

"Yeah, but my Quirk is really weird. It's listed as a general enhancement Quirk, but the improved strength I get is kinda permanent, so… I guess it's actually a mutation? I can't turn it off."

Aizawa nodded slowly, understanding why that would be an issue for those tests.

"Alright. Anyways, the purpose of these tests is to figure out your maximum limits, so that you can eventually grow past them. That's the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero. This was just an example, so we're going to move to the other tests now. We'll come back to the softball throw last. MIdoriya, since you just went, you won't have to do it again."

The students seemed quite cheerful, grateful that they would no longer be quite as restricted in the usage of their Quirks.

"Oh, and by the way," Aizawa said, sounding like he'd just remembered something. The students leaned in, realizing that this man didn't slow down, and not wanting to miss what he was going to say, in the event that it was important.

"The student with the lowest overall score will be judged as having no potential, and be expelled immediately."


"Okay, it's time to show you your scores. The total is simply the sum of the marks you got on each test. In Uraraka's case, her score from the ball throw will be that of the second highest plus one meter. I don't feel like saying them individually, so I'll just show them all at once."

Aizawa clicked a button on his phone, and a hologram popped up above, listing the names of each student with their rank and numerical score. Izuku was at the top, followed by two people named Yaoyorozu Momo and Todoroki Shouto, then Katsuki took fourth. At the very bottom was Mineta Minoru, who, judging from the crying, was the dwarf with grapes for hair.

The other members of the class shifted uncomfortably, staring at the short boy with pity, though in some cases- mostly the girls- it was with disgust. Izuku, who had no clue what was going on, and was rather tired, just ignored the entire debacle.

"Oh, by the way," Aizawa said, cutting through the sound of ugly sobbing, "That whole expulsion thing? It was a lie."

The class grew quiet in an instant, staring at their homeroom teacher in shock.

"It was a logical ruse," he explained, "Designed to force you to do your absolute best, under threat of severe punishment. In times where a person experiences fear, they tend to ignore most slight discomforts to perform at their maximum. That, is the spirit of Plus Ultra- going beyond your ordinary limits to get the job done. Anyways, with that, we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back, look them over. See you tomorrow."


The next day, there was no homeroom, so they got right into classes. At U.A, the schedule was split, with regular classes in the morning, followed by lunch in the massive cafeteria, then course-specific classes in the afternoon. For the first year Heroics Course, that was Foundational Hero Studies, a single class, but with a wide range of lessons, from rescue, to combat, or overall Quirk training.

"I AM-!" a loud voice boomed, invading the classroom. Jiro Kyoka, the girl with the earphone jack earlobes, flinched at the sound. Did her Quirk make her more sensitive to noise? Perhaps, since she winced again when the wooden door slammed open.

"Coming through the door like a normal person!" All Might cried, leaning into the classroom while holding onto the doorframe.

"I-it's All Might!"

"Wow, he really is a teacher!"

"That's a costume from the Silver Age, isn't it? Kero."

"Its style is so different, it's giving me goosebumps!"

"Hello, my young pupils!" All Might said, finally halting his jilted march when he was behind the podium. "I will be your teacher for Foundational Hero Studies, where you will learn the basics of being a hero! This will be an everyday class, unaffected by your schedule rotations! Now, let's get right into it!" All Might shouted, flexing his incredibly large muscles. He turned suddenly, throwing a hand in front of him that a light gust blew through the classroom, causing sparkles to appear in some student's eyes at the display of strength.

"This is what we'll do today!" All Might said, holding a card. "Combat training!"

The class cheered, excited at the prospect of being able to do something so active on only the second day.

"And, to go along with that, are these!" All Might cried, pointing a section of the classroom wall which had four gray stripes on it, standing out from the whitewashed walls. Slowly, the panels rolled out of the wall, revealing tall racks with cases numbered one through twenty.

"Your Hero Costumes, made based on your Quirk registrations and the requests you sent in before classes began! Now, get changed, and meet me in Ground Beta!" All Might left the room, laughing boisterously the whole way.


All Might stood on an empty road, facing a large gate. Out of the darkness appeared his class of young students, all clad in outfits drastically different from their school uniforms.

"They say the clothes make the man, young men and ladies! Be fully aware; whenever you are in those outfits, you are HEROES!"

The teens stood in front of the Number One Hero, costumes on full display.

"Yes, good! You all look very cool!" All Might called encouragingly, receiving cheers from the class. "Now, shall we begin, you zygotes!?"

The class was about to roar in approval, when a loud yawn from behind cut them off. They turned in confusion, under the impression that everyone was already present. Was it another teacher?

To their surprise, it was Izuku, stumbling along like he was dead on his feet. He yawned again, then noticed the eyes on him.

"Sorry I'm late," he muttered, though everyone heard him in the absolute silence.

Why were they silent? It probably had something to do with what Izuku was wearing.

"Kai- er, Midoriya-shounen, are you sure you got the right costume?"

"Hm? Of course. Why, is there something wrong?"

"N-nothing, really… It just seems very, ah, lackluster."

"Oh." Izuku looked down at his costume, which consisted of a white t-shirt, baggy gray sweatpants, and a pair of black trainers. The shoes were the only things modified by the Support Department, the soles being made of tear-resistant material, able to handle high amounts of friction. The rest was just stuff from home, not special in any way. "Well, I just went for comfort and ease of movement, so…"

All MIght nodded. "Functionality is an important part of a Hero Costume- it's why so many Pros wear tights!"

Many of the students began to nod in agreement, understanding All Might's point. Uraraka, in particular, was quite grateful, since she no longer felt as awkward in her skintight bodysuit.

"Anyways, the point of this class is to simulate indoor urban battles!" All Might said, capturing the attention of his pupils. "You may be thinking that battles with Villains take place outside, but that is not the case! The reason the most televised fights occur in the streets is because the more intelligent, the most dangerous, Villains lurk out of sight, careful to not draw attention! If you look at the statistics, more conflicts with Villains happen indoors than out! Imprisonment, house arrest, backroom deals- in this society filled with Heroes, the worst crimes are hidden in the shadows!

"For this class, you will be split into teams of two, then two teams will be set against each other! One team will be the Villains, with the goal of safeguarding an objective and defeating the Heroes, while the other team will be the Heroes, with the goal of capturing the objective and defeating the Villains! There will be two ways to win; For the Villains, it will be to survive the entire ten minutes while keeping the objective safe, or capturing both of the Heroes, using the special capture tape I will be providing! For the Heroes, it will be to secure the objective before the ten minutes are up, which can be done by simply touching it, or capturing both of the Villains! Now, we will be drawing lots to determine the teams, since in a real-life crisis, you will likely not be able to choose who you work with!"

With a flourish, All Might produced a box from behind him, and held it out to the closest students. Hesitantly, they stepped forwards. The closest one, Katsuki, stuck a bracer-fitted hand into the box, which thankfully had a large enough opening for him to grab a ball without getting stuck. That would have been quite embarrassing. He tilted the sphere to show All Might the character painted on it, then tossed it back into the box.

"Alright, Bakugou-shonen is on Team D! Now come, young men and young women, and decide your fate!"


Team A: Midoriya Izuku and Yaoyorozu Momo

Team B: Shoji Mezo and Todoroki Shouto

Team C: Iida Tenya and Uraraka Ochako

Team D: Bakugou Katsuki and Minoru Mineta

Team E: Aoyama Yuga and Ashido Mina

Team F: Sato Rikido and Koda Koji

Team G: Kaminari Denki and Jiro Kyoka

Team H: Tokoyami Fumikage and Asui Tsuyu

Team I: Ojiro Mashirao and Hagakure Tooru

Team J: Kirishima Eijirou and Sero Hanta


"The first battle will be… Team A as the Heroes, versus Team D as the Villains!"