It's six am I'm fucking tired, and my organs are trying to kill me, LET'S GO!
Also, you know one hundred reviews sure feel nice, hopefully, I won't be coughing up blood next chapter so I can address it better.
Perhaps it was because of the large, intimidating door that stood so proudly in front of him, or maybe it was the prospect of meeting his new classmates, but Midoriya felt small, insignificant, like a bug just waiting to be crushed under pressure. His breathing felt ragged, and his vision blurry, the telltale signs of a panic attack coming at him like waves.
Yet, even despite the fear of what was to come, he couldn't help the excitement that bubbled within his chest.
He was here, at U.A. Hich School, the top school for the next generation of heroes. He had made it despite all the odds; he had made it.
"I only hope my classmates are nice."
And with a small prayer, he walked through the door...
Only to be met with a screaming Bakugo and a tall boy raving about proper school etiquette.
Okay, not the best start.
Slipping inside with practiced stealth, he tried to maneuver his way to the back of the classroom where he would hopefully be out of sight.
Only to be immediately spotted by every member of his class.
"Good morning. I am from Smoei Private Academy. My name is...
"I heard!"
Whatever he was going to say next seemed to fall short as he stopped in place, his arms still held in his robotic arm gestures.
"I-I'm Midoriya. It's nice to meet you, Iida."
An equally intense question followed the boy's nerve-wracking stare.
"Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? I had no idea... I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but you're better than me."
'At what!?' He wanted to scream this boy was too intense for him to handle, and with his approach came more unwanted attention.
His saving grace came in the form of the short brown haired girl that he had saved during the practical exam, drawing attention away, from him and onto her rather abrupt entrance.
The entire time no one noticed the seething blonde glaring holes into Midoriya in the background.
Gently he reached up to rub his bandaged nose grimacing at the memory.
...
The announcement that there would be not one but two students going to U.A. had been an amazing; all be it surprising, discovery, especially since one of them, was the schools resident punching bag.
To Bakugo however it had been an insult, a useless Deku who was better off dead had been allowed into the same school as him again? And to U.A. no less!?
"How the hell did you get in, huh?" What dirty tricks did you use!? The first student to go to U.A. from this shitty school. My future plans have been torn to pieces. Didn't I tell you to go somewhere else, huh?! I bet you were only able to get in because of that stupid whor..."
He didn't even see the right hook that made contact with his nose.
Stumbling back, he lifted a hand to test the damage.
Blood.
He was bleeding.
He was bleeding because of a stupid Deku!
"If you want to insult me go ahead, I've heard worse. If you want to tell me to jump off a roof, fine, god knows how many times I've considered it. If you want to beat me, hurt me, make everyone think I'm useless, go right ahead if that makes you think you're the big man of the school."
The acidic glare that met his eyes when he looked up froze him to his core, and for the second time in his life, he was afraid.
"But don't you ever insult Mei again!"
That damn nerd marched up to him, standing no more than a few inches away, all it would have taken was one raised hand, one explosion, and he would have put that nerd back in his place.
But he couldn't.
His body trembled as he stared at the boy, who held his gaze with fiery determination.
And then the boy left, saying nothing more about the situation.
And the entire time blood dripped from his nose.
Blood that a shitty, useless, quirkless, waste of space Deku had drawn.
"I'm going to kill him."
And that was no threat, that was a promise.
...
Even now, he couldn't help but direct his furry towards the green haired boy, and it had taken all his will power not to march over and blow his ass to hell immediately.
...
"I wonder if today's just the entrance ceremony and orientation? I wonder what our teachers like? Aren't you nervous?"
'She's so close!'
He was used to it with Mei, but this was somebody he didn't even know.
No one noticed the yellow sleeping bag slowly making it's way down the hall, inching along like a worm, occasionally stopping to take a drink out of a juice pouch hidden within the bag.
"Go somewhere else if your here to make friends."
The monotone, uninterested voice that came out drew the attention of the trio standing in front of the door, their heads slowly turning until their gaze landed on the man.
"This is the hero corse."
Slowly the bag unzipped before the juice pouch came up to his mouth, finishing off the contents in one drink.
'What is that thing?!'
"Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids aren't rational enough. I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you."
The class couldn't help but wonder if this was what they had signed up for.
"It's kind of sudden, but put these on and go out into the field.
...
"A quirk assessment test?"
"But what about orientation?"
"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That's also how the teachers run their classes. You kids have been doing these sense primary school right? Physical tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirks. This country still uses averages taken from the results of students not using their quirks. It's not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating. Bakugo you finished second during the practical exam, right? In junior high, what was your furthest softball throw?"
"About sixty-seven meters."
The answer was immediate and confident like it was only natural that he performed at least this well.
"Then try doing it with your quirk. You can do whatever you want just stay in the circle. Hurry up and give it all you got."
Bakugo stepped up and with a resounding cry of "DIE" launched the ball into the air with an explosion.
When it finally landed Aizawa held up a phone with the numbers 705.2 meters on it.
And then with a cocky smirk directed at the green haired boy, he found his place once more.
"What's this? This looks fun!"
"We get to use our quirks as much as we want!"
Their teachers next words accompanied the chill that ran down their spines.
"This looks fun, huh. You have three years to become a hero. Whoever comes in last place will be expelled."
...
Whatever protests that came with that statement when the teacher explained why he had chosen such a path, and after a grueling long five tests they arrived at the ball through, perhaps the only place where Midoriya felt he might be able to beat some of his peers.
Now it was Midoriya's turn to stand in the center of the circle, feeling the familiar rush of One For All spreading throughout his body as he once again prepared to sacrifice an arm for his dream.
"It doesn't look too good for Midoriya."
"Huh of course not he's a quirkless loser."
"Quirkless?! Are you not aware of what he did during the entrance exam?"
Aizawa seemed uninterested in the discussion's around him instead focusing on the boy in front of him.
"It's about time, huh?
And then with a cry in his heart Midoriya launched a One For All charged softball forward. Only for it to bounce a little over fifty meters away.
"What happened?! I was definitely using it just now!"
"I erased your quirk. The entrance exam was definitely not rational enough if even a kid like you was accepted."
"Your... Your Eraserhead!"
"From what I can tell you can't control your quirk, can you? Do you intend to incapacitate yourself again and have someone save you?"
"That's not my intention..."
His scarf shot forward, wrapping itself around the boy before dragging him to meet the red-eyed glare of Aizawa.
"Whatever your intention that's what's going to happen. I'm saying that those around you will be forced to do so. In the past, there was an oppressively, passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless valor, you'll just be decked and useless after saving one person."
The next words spoken crushed his heart.
"Izuku Midoriya. You can't become a hero."
Then the scarf retreated wrapping around his neck once more as he walked away.
"I've returned your quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with."
The mutters of the students around him fell on deaf ears as he stood in the circle.
He couldn't breathe, and his vision was starting to fade. A panic attack, something he was used to.
And then it stopped, and a voice that wasn't his own escaped his lips.
"I can't be a hero? Who decided that?"
And then power exploded around him, The air misplaced, as One For All coursed around his entire body.
He took a step, and the Earth shattered around him.
"My power is useless to save people? Who decided that?"
His arm reached back the ball held so tightly in his hand that the leather started to part and tear.
"I'm the only one who gets to decide that."
With a roar, the power that had spread across his body moved, gathering itself into his index finger before he launched the ball forward with a shout of "SMASH!"
The force from the throw knocked many of the students backward, forcing them to fight against a hurricane, or be blown away by its power.
The ball soared through the air, going farther and farther until it disappeared from sight.
And after a few seconds, the machine beeped letting Aizawa know that it had finally landed.
"2.75 Kilometers!"
The machines cheery voice was met with hollers of joy from his fellow classmates.
And then the kid turned and said one sentence.
"Mr. Aizawa... I'm still standing."
Only one response came to his mind at those words, and he couldn't help but let them out.
"This Kid!"
