The arrogance of success is to think that what you did yesterday will be sufficient for tomorrow.

~ William Pollard

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Class 1-A leaves the classroom, following the sullen teacher. It can't be anything too bad, it is a school after all, right? Right?

"Okay, class." Aizawa-sensei takes yet another slurp of his juice box and points at the various gym instruments strewn around the field. There were balls, scanners, lifts, and other such items.

"Today, you guys will be conducting a test of your quirks." Aizawa continues as he pauses before the scanner robot whirs to life.

"Wait! Wait!" Uraraka complains as she interrupts the homeroom teacher, "What about the entrance ceremony? What about the guidance sessions?" She almost screams the question as Aizawa's head tilts to the side.

"What about them?" He questions, "You don't need them if you're going to be a hero."

"What…." the entire class in confusion, but this place is still a school.

"U.A. is known for its "freestyle" education, something that is also applicable to us teachers." Aizawa continues, ignoring the confused students.

"You know your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests?" he asks, "You did all these in middle school, yes?" He points at all of the gym equipment. The class nods, wondering what he is referring to.

"This country still insists on prohibiting the usage of quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational. To be honest, the Department of Education is just being lazy."

Here, Aizawa looks at Izuku directly and throws a spherical robot at him. Catching the ball, Izuku looks at it in confusion.

"How far can you throw in middle school, Midoriya?" Aizawa asks the teen.

"51 meters," Izuku responds with a look of continued confusion.

"Great, that's about average. Now do it with your quirk." Aizawa-sensei says, "Do whatever you want."

"Do whatever I want?" Izuku's quirk is already spinning around, picking out Aerokinesis, Relativistic Ballistic Control, and Entropic Concentration. Oh. This is going to be fun.

Picking up the ball, Izuku already formed several walls of air surrounding him, protecting his classmates and teacher for the probable idiocy of causing instantaneous acceleration in real life. He applies entropic concentration in order to keep the heat concentrated into a focused point behind the ball and he throws it. A soundless shockwave blasts against the air walls. Luckily, Izuku had the presence of will of forcing the friction of the ball's explosive release to channel it into propelling the ball even more. The ball… well, it disappeared. Whoops.

The entire class looks at Izuku's throw in awe.

"What was that?" the tall girl with her hair in a ponytail asks with a look of terror.

"Oh, I applied instantaneous acceleration to the ball." Izuku says, "I used aerokinesis in order to prevent air from flooding into the vacuum and forced entropy to only concentrate behind the ball." He then realizes what he has done.

"Whoops.." Izuku cringes a bit in realization at how he could've detonated a shockwave filled with plasma in the middle of the school.

"We're going to have to teach you about restraint…." Aizawa remarks as he looks at his sensor, "Infinity. That's what the sensor says. But, it is my fault for saying that you can do whatever. What I meant to say is anything that will not have a likely chance of causing massive damage to the environment around it. You're lucky that I noticed the air or else I would've stopped your….. Ball toss."

"Anyway," Aizawa coughs into his hands, "It's important for us to learn our limits. And it appears that we have someone who laughs at limits."

"I-I-I didn't mean to." Izuku looks down with a look of shame.

"Sigh, let's just get on with the testing. Anyway, so yeah, free reign over the usage of your quirks to a….more responsible degree."

"That's awesome!" a red-haired teen exclaims as he pumps his fists into the air. "We get to use our quirks for real?!"

That seems to be the wrong thing to say, because Aizawa's face darkens as he starts to chuckle, "Awesome, is it? You are hoping to become heroes after three years here….and you think that it'll be all fun and games?" His voice is slowly edging towards foreboding anger.

"Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events or unable to control their quirks is…..deemed hopeless and expelled."

Immediately the entire class stiffens at the ultimatum given. The black-haired homeroom teacher lifts his hair up, showing pinpoint black pupils in a bloodshot eye whirling about madly,

"Your fate is in my hands alone. So welcome yourself," he shouts, "for this is the Hero Course of U.A.!"

"Now, I'll cut the bullshit." Aizawa continues, "You people want to be heroes? Fine, then you better be prepared to deal with the next three years. After all, heroes are who people look up to, the epitome of humanity. Obviously, in order to get you prepared to be a hero, your education has to teach you the values of being a hero. And some can only be taught through a lesson of pain. After all, Plus Ultra is our motto. So bring it on fresh blood. Show me why you should be a hero."

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The first event is the 50-meter dash. Izuku Midoriya flashes through his mind as Kacchan starts to grin as he props his arms behind him.

"You know, Izuku," Bakugou says, "I hope that you're ready for me to surpass you. I don't care if your quirk is bullshit. I'll just make mine more bullshit than yours."

"Go!" Aizawa yells as Izuku pounces forward while being propelled by his aerokinesis.

"3.79! 4.13!" The scanner said in consecutive order as Izuku and Bakugou zips by.

"So is your power aerokinesis or acceleration?" Ochako asks as Izuku continues to watch more of the students run.

"Neither." Izuku says, "I'll tell you after the tests."

"I would also like to know," a boy with red and white hair asks as he strides up to the two. "The two actions are so removed from each other to be from a single quirk. So what can it be?"

"After the tests," Izuku responds as Aizawa finishes writing down on his datapad.

The second test is grip strength. By then, Izuku's quirk has run out, so he is able to pick another three. Hmmm. Super Strength, Increased Tactile Force, and Super Speed. That should be generous enough for athletic competition.

"Damn 500 kg?!" a redhead with rocky arms exclaim as he looks at the grip tester. "What the hell is your quirk? Honestly, super strength, some kind of superfast throwing, air walls? How does that even connect?"

The third test is the long-standing jump. Oh well, wrong choices. Izuku just completes a normal jump, barely comparing to Bakugou's own jump.

The fourth one is side-stepping. A little boy with black hair balls is there bouncing side to side at rapid speeds as Izuku just uses Super Speed to jump side to side at blazing speeds. Easy.

The fifth one is Throwing, something that I'm not a part of. But I should probably prepare for the others. Hmm, another cluster required. Kinetic Addition, Kinesthetic Keenness, and Infinity Breath. Yeah, for Izuku, that should deal with endurance running, upper-body strength, and seated toe touch.

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"Hmm. Now it's time for the results." Aizawa says as he pulls up a billboard with the rankings. Izuku has third place, above Bakugou and below Todoroki.

"Anyway, you know about what I said earlier?" the teacher casually answers before turning off the result screen, "Yeah, that was just a lie. Have a nice day." Immediately the underground hero departs the field while chuckling darkly.

"Wha.. Wha..." The entire class is looking around confusedly before all left, having other classes to go to.

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Okay. So, I really don't know if I want to continue this. It's just that I'm hugging this ridiculously close to canon at times, only really skirting the Izuku's Daddy subplot, but I really just prefer to concentrate on a few, which is why I'm trying to complete some of my other fanfics. So really, it's up to you readers to tell me whether or not this should live. Anyway, I have a PA TREON at pa /d4nte_fanfic

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