Changed certain parts from xpegasus' suggestions.

The city-replica called Area A came into view, its sheer size just overwhelming.

This might as well be a town!

Throngs of students and competitors gathered around the looming closed gateway, each seeming to be ready for the test.

The atmosphere was tense, murmurs and gazes directed towards him from everywhere.

It made him uncomfortable.

Eyes sweeping around for anyone he might know, the familiar bob cut brown hair and round face came into view.

She's here too? I need to wish her good-

His movement was abruptly halted by a firm grip settling onto his shoulder.

Turning around, the nerd guy who kept asking questions during the briefing stopped in his line of sight.

"I know that you may be powerful, but please don't take out the competition by distracting others before the examination."

What.

Having said this, the signal for the start of the test began through Present Mic's announcement, the huge doors lumbering open.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR?! GO! GO! GO! GO! IT HAS ALREADY STARTED!"

The crowd charged into the gateway like a herd, pushing over one another. Unruly and uncivilized.

Izuku tensed up his body, willing and controlling and suppressing the power of One for All throughout his being simultaneously. Veins of green energy spread over his limbs as he felt his muscles expanding slightly. His body suddenly lighter, he sprinted forwards, careful not to tip over the precipice to exceed 5% of One for All.

Don't break. Don't break. Don't break.

Yes, All Might is a better teacher in this world.

The cityscape blurred past as he scanned the vicinity for the robots.

A loud crash blasted from a shop on his left as smoke and a metallic construct zoomed towards him.

A 3 pointer!

He felt the familiar warmth tingling his right foot as he channelled his heat into it. His foot now igniting with fire burning red-orange to green, he swung a blazing kick, feeling the strength of One for All running through his body, turning his other foot to support his momentum as the foot rippled through the construct, sending a stream of a fiery trail of sparking and crackling fire in a circle around him. The construct was obliterated to smouldering steel from the infernal roundhouse itself, he observed as the burning foot landed with perfect balance.

Don't break. Don't break.

As the heat subsided from his foot and fire reduced to embers which then faded to nothing, he continued dashing through the mock-city, hunting for more victims to fall from his fiery blows.