Hello and welcome to my first ever BNHA story. I hope you all enjoy!

Kaminari Denki was never exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. But let it be known to all that he is definitely not stupid. He wouldn't have gotten into the prestigious U.A otherwise; no matter how close he might have cut it in the written exam.

He could be fairly observant when he wanted to be. Which was why he was currently very interested in the enigma of class 1A. One, Midoriya Izuku.

His green haired classmate who had the power to apparently destroy the very big, and very intimidating, zero pointer from the school's entrance exams. At least, according to what he had heard.

Denki hadn't put too much stock into that news at first. When he had first seen the boy enter his class, he had a very hard time believing that someone so timid could actually pull off such a feat of strength. He had been talking to his new friend Kirishima Eijirou at the time when the boy entered the room. The whole class had gone silent for a moment as they realized who he was during his conversation with the tall kid in glasses, Iida, he was pretty sure.

The guy was very loud.

And just like any interesting rumor between high school students, everyone was immediately whispering in their own little social circles as they all sized him up.

"Bro, ya' see that?" Kirishima asked as he too scrutinized the boy, "that's the kid who took down the zero pointer," Denki was willing to bet whatever life savings he had that he wasn't the only one in class a little underwhelmed by Midoriya's appearance.

The guy appeared nice enough, if a little meek. But nothing really stood out about him either; other than the green hair, his consistent stuttering, and the erratic arm movements as he tried and failed to cover his red face. All the while trying to set some distance from the cute girl who had walked in moments after him.

"Are you sure he's the one?" the blonde asked in slight disbelief, "the way he's acting doesn't really scream 'strength', or even basic self-esteem for that matter," Kirishima took one last glance at the boy before turning back to face his new friend.

"Nah dude, I'm telling you, I was there and I saw it all happen right in front of my eyes," he insisted passionately, "he just jumped, like, over one hundred feet in the air and punched it so hard its head caved in. It was totally one of the manliest things I have ever seen, and I've seen some manly stuff," one thing he had learned about his new friend was that he loved manliness, whatever the hell that meant.

Denki was about to reply but was cut off when a shaggy haired man arrived in a... sleeping bag? The hell? He looked like he hadn't slept in years.

The man literally hopped his way over to the podium at the front of the room.

"It took you all eight seconds to get in your seats," he started, "that is absolutely terrible and completely irrational; as heroes you must do much better than that," how can you scold us so dispassionately?

"My name is Aizawa, and from here on out, I'll be your home room instructor," so this was their teacher? Then he had to be at least somewhat competent right? He's a pro hero too, isn't he?

"But what about orientation?"

Ah.

He'd zoned out, his teacher was now holding a gym uniform that he had gotten from... somewhere. It was probably best not to ask.

While in the changing room, Kaminari took a peek over his shoulder as Midoriya took off his shirt. He actually had quite a bit of decent muscle on him. Certainly more than Denki himself did, which made him feel the slightest bit self conscious.

If a kid as timid as Midoriya had that much muscle on him then what the hell had he been doing?

Sure, he was very well fit for his age. As someone who had aspired to get into the best hero course in the country from day one, he had pushed himself to be the best he could be physically whenever he wasn't working on controlling his quirk.

Apparently, that didn't mean a damn thing to Midoriya. Because this dude was absolutely shredded! The guy looked like he could bench a bus if he wanted to, he was probably one of the strongest guys in class.

Once everyone had gathered outside, they anxiously waited to see what their first lesson in the hero course would be.

"We're going to be doing a quirk assessment test," Aizawa began.

"Quirk assessment test?" the class echoed and the teacher nodded.

"Things like the standing long jump, endurance testing, fifty meter dash, and the like," he explained, "Back in middle school you had to take these tests but without using your quirks, these things still haven't been regulated yet by the government for the sake of fairness or something like that. It's completely irrational. Today we will be testing to see just what your upper limits are," he brought out a softball before looking around the class.

"Bakugo, what was your softball throw back in middle school?" he asked. A kid with ash blonde hair answered with a sneer.

"Sixty-seven meters," Aizawa tossed him the ball.

"Go stand over there and use your quirk to throw the ball as far as you can, anything goes as long as you don't step outside the circle.

A shitting eating grin split across the blonde's face.

"You asked for it!"

Bakugo got into position before launching the ball with an explosion from his palms.

"DIE!"

The hell?

Aizawa just waited for his phone to finally beep before showing the score to the rest of the class.

705.2 meters

Cries of astonishment could be heard as everyone started to get excited about the tests.

"Woah, that's insane!" Yelled a guy with circles on his elbows.

"Yeah, this looks like so much fun, the hero course rules!" Shouted a pink girl with just as much enthusiasm.

Their teacher suddenly gained a glint in his eyes as he straightened just the tiniest bit.

"It looks like fun does it? Alright then, we'll make this a little more interesting, the one scores last out of all the exams will be considered as having absolutely zero potential and will be expelled from the program effective immediately,"

Many of the students immediately started protesting at this announcement but the Aizawa continued.

"We at U.A are known for our free form teaching methods. Which means that whatever we the teachers say, goes. If I say you're gone then you're gone,"

What followed next was certainly entertaining but the competitive atmosphere could be clearly felt by the entire class.

The whole time Midoriya Izuku had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that someone was watching him, but he just chalked that up to his sensei's sharp gaze that roamed over the class.

Denki watched as Midoriya and Bakugo lined up for the fifty meter dash, he noticed the green haired teen edge himself away from his competitor inch by inch. When the signal came, Bakugo immediately launched himself with his explosions while the other boy started sprinting as fast as he could.

4.13 seconds

5.51 seconds

Again Midoriya hadn't shown his quirk and ended up coming in second. This caused Denki to sigh in exasperation and confusion.

Sure the score was above average and higher than his own, but it was still no hero score. Based on what he had heard, Kaminari had assumed the broccoli boy to be a power type. He should've been flying through these tests with no problem and yet he was barely just in the upper half of the class.

When it came time for the grip strength, everyone was hovering over Mezo and his 540 kg. But Denki had other things in mind.

"Hey, uh, Midoriya right?" Said boy jumped in surprise at being called out but looked over his shoulder to see a boy with blonde hair and a black lightning bolt highlight in his hair grinning softly at him.

"Huh, o-oh, y-y-yeah h-hi, uh, y-you are?" By god that was painful to watch. And hear. He looked like he half expected to get hit. The kid seemed as if he was about to piss himself. But Kaminari Denki was nothing if not patient... okay maybe that was a bit of a stretch.

"The name's Kaminari, you can just call me Denki if ya' want. I was just curious about what your score was... if you don't mind me asking," he tried to sound as friendly as possible, it wasn't too hard when he was being genuine about it. And it looked like his message had gotten through too, though the kid still looked a tad bit overly uncomfortable.

"O-oh, uh yeah, I-I don't m-mind, it's n-n-nothing too i-impressive th-though," he responded as he showed him his score.

69.0 Kg

Again, it was an above average score and noticeably much higher than his own. But it was still definitely lackluster for the guy who had taken down the zero pointer with a single punch.

"Nice," Denki complimented, "that's definitely a decent score, if ya' keep that up there's no way you're ranking last. Definitely higher than me anyway," he added the last part a little sheepishly. Lackluster or not, it didn't negate the fact that the meek bush head was definitely physically stronger than himself by a good margin.

"I-I-I, w-well, u-uhm, t-t-thank you, I, uh," apparently the kid wasn't used to compliments whatsoever. Interesting.

"Oi, hurry up. If you're gonna keep socializing then you're free to go home. Just don't come back," Aizawa's voice cut in. Ah, shit.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!" "Sorry sensei,"

The next test was the standing long jump. This should be interesting. If the kid really did jump over a hundred feet in the air then he was definitely bound to get a hero score.

Or so he had thought... until Midoriya landed inside the sandbox...

"Oi, are you sure he jumped a hundred feet in the entrance exam?" The blonde asked Kirishima. Said boy looked just as confused as he was.

"Yeah dude, I'm fuckin' telling you, he literally jumped so high that he was eye level with that giant robot. He actually went higher than the skyscrapers!" Huh...

"And yet he landed in the sandbox just now, what gives?" His red haired friend looked almost frustrated, it seems he hadn't been the only one watching the guy.

"I don't know, but I'm telling you the truth man, I know what I saw. I just don't know why he's not trying," Kirishima was definitely being genuine, that much he could tell. So what the hell was Midoriya doing? He had no time to ponder as they moved on to the next test.

The repeated sidesteps weren't really anything noteworthy. The only one to get an impressive score was some midget with purple balls growing on his head. With how short his stature was, he had been on the low end of the scores. As much as he didn't want to be mean Denki was willing to bet that this kid was going to be the one getting sent home.

Next up, we came back to the softball throw. Everyone was amazed when a brown haired girl scored an infinity. I call hacks.

Next up was Midoriya.

"He's not doing too well is he?" Denki turned his side as he noticed the infinity girl talking to Iida.

Said boy frowned

"I don't understand why he's holding himself back like this, while it's true he probably won't be last place, his results should be much higher considering the power he displayed back at the entrance exam," Muttered the serious looking boy.

So they were there too, huh?

A loud snort brought his attention back to a still sneering Bakugo.

Seriously, what's with that attitude?

"Of course that shitty Deku ain't gonna make it, I don't even know how that quirkless loser got in to begin with," he rudely commented.

Quirkless? The hell does that mean?

Iida seemed just as equally confused.

"Quirkless? That is absurd! Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?" He questioned.

Now it was Bakugo's turn to look confused.

"Eh? The fuck does that mean four eyes!?"

Neither continued as Aizawa's phone beeped.

92.4 meters

Now it was Midoriya's turn to look confused.

"W-what!?" He shouted in bewilderment.

Denki couldn't hear what was being said. But the bindings on their teacher's neck suddenly seemed to come to life.

"You're Eraserhead!" Midoriya shouted.

The class looked to each other as they wondered what was going on. And more importantly who hell Eraserhead was.

"Wait I've heard of him," said a bulky kid with giant lips, "he's an underground hero whose quirk let's him negate other people's quirks,"

Woah... so he IS a big shot. As expected of U.A.

"What do you think they're saying?"

"Who knows, but Midoriya looks pretty scared,"

"But he's been looking scared this entire time," a couple chuckles were heard at that.

They watched on as Aizawa finally let go of their classmate and handed him another ball before stepping back.

Midoriya continued to stand there for another few moments before rearing his arm back. As he let go of the ball, his right index finger seemed to glow an ethereal light, and suddenly the ball rocketed through the air in a great show of strength.

"SMASH!" He screamed.

The resulting winds from the knockback had everybody covering their eyes from the dust. Aizawa patiently waited for his phone to beep until he saw it.

861.7 meters

The whole class was in a frenzy as they saw the rumored super strength for themselves.

So he is a power type. That's awesome, but why didn't he use it earlier?

"Finally," the brown haired girl threw her arms in the air in excitement, "now that's a real hero score,"

"His finger looks heavily bruised however, it's just like back at the entrance exams," Iida observed.

Huh?

Taking a closer look at Midoriya's tightly clenched right hand, he now noticed that his index finger now looked a disturbing shade of purple. You didn't have to be a doctor to tell that it was obviously broken.

Meanwhile, on the inside, Bakugo's mind was an utter storm of chaos as something he had long deemed impossible had just happened right in front of his eyes. Useless Deku. THE Deku had a quirk.

What the hell, what the fuck is going on here!? Every kid's quirk emerges by the age of four. That's how it fucking is. So why the fuck does that damn deku have a quirk!? Did he hide it from me!? Does he think he's better than me!?"

"DEKU" he outraged as he launched himself forward with an explosion, intending on getting his answers. Only to be stopped by cables while in midair as Aizawa once again used his quirk to negate that of his students.

"Stop making me use my quirk damn it... I get dry eyes!" He says in annoyance.

"That's so sad because it's such an amazing quirk!" The class shouted in unison.

"DEKU! YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME THIS ENTIRE TIME HAVEN'T YOU! THIS WHOLE TIME YOU'VE HAD A QUIRK! ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME YA' DAMN DEKU BASTARD!" Midoriya looked downright terrified as the explosive teen continued to rage at him.

This continued on for a few more seconds before Aizawa finally had enough. Reeling Bakugo in to give him some choice words of his own.

Back with the class, the group of teenagers had no words for the scene in front of them.

"What the hell is his deal?" Asked a girl whose earlobes extended into earphones.

"I don't know," said an invisible girl, "But he's kinda scary," a couple nodded at her words.

"Such behavior is unbecoming of a student of the hero course!" Iida exclaimed while passionately chopping at the air.

"Do you think they might know each other somehow?" Another girl questioned. She was fairly on the taller side and had her hair done up in a spiky ponytail.

"Perhaps from the same middle school?"

"Who knows, but either way they both got issues one way or another," Kaminari threw in his own two cents.

He keeps calling him "Deku" for some reason. That means useless doesn't it? And if they really do know each other then why is he so surprised at seeing his quirk? And how does a guy with that much strength get so timid?

After everyone had settled down, mainly Bakugo, the class went on to finish testing.

It wasn't hard to see Midoriya struggling as time went on. That broken finger of his definitely had to hurt. But he still held on as best he could to finish the rest of their assessments.

Finally, it was time to see the results.

The top three consisted of a guy with half white and half red hair in first place, Todoroki Shoto. Followed by the tall girl with a ponytail placing second. Yaoyorozu Momo. And lastly, there was Bakugo Katsuki who had placed third. The ash blonde was positively raving at not coming in first place.

In contrast, Denki himself had come in at number fifteen. The boy of the hour, Midoriya, placed eighteenth, just above the invisible girl and the midget who had placed nineteen and twentieth respectively. Seems that broken finger had hindered him a lot. He probably would've placed in the upper half of the class otherwise.

Well at least he won't be getting expelled.

"You'll find a syllabus on your desks back inside but other than that we're done for today, now go and change," Aizawa instructed.

"Um, Sensei?" Yaoyorozu raised her hand, "what about what you said earlier? The expulsion," many threw subtle glares her way. The midget didn't even try to be discreet as he stared in absolute betrayal.

She's the type to remind the teacher about the homework.

Said teacher, however, just grinned widely in amusement.

"Oh that? I just made that up to make sure you all tried as hard as possible," he answered.

"It was just a lie!? Are you serious!?" The entire class shouted back.

"Oh so I was right, thank you for the confirmation," Yaoyorozu commented.

"She knew but asked anyway? The hell!?" Once again class 1A showed unity as they shouted in wonder. The midget, Mineta, just cried in relief at not being sent home.

The rest of the day flew by and before long the final school bell rang as students packed their belongings, ready to head home after a long day.

"Hey Kaminari, you doing anything after school?" Kirishima came up from behind as Denki slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Not really, I'm free until my mom calls me for dinner in a few hours," he replied, "what's up?"

"There's a new arcade that opened up and it's just a couple blocks from the station, you wanna go?" Denki thought for a moment before figuring it wouldn't be a problem.

"Sure," and with that the two were off. They made their way down the hall while making small talk as chatter from the other students could be heard all around them.

On an off chance, Kaminari glanced over his shoulder just in time to see long flowing green hair and a pretty face coming out of a door labeled 1B.

Something about her face seemed familiar as the blonde stopped in his tracks.

Suna-chan?

"Hey, you alright?" Kirishima asked, Denki turned to him as he was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine," and promptly started forward again. Taking one last look behind him, the green haired girl was gone.

Was it really her?

And done. This has been a story idea that plagued me for about a week before I just couldn't take it anymore and I had to write it. I hope you all enjoyed and if any of you smart cookies noticed some minor deviations from canon, allow me to explain.

To start off, U.A is the most prestigious high school in the whole country and possibly the world. As such, to me, Kaminari being a dumbass has always been a serious gripe because I see him as absolutely wasted potential.

Another point I'd like to make is how the fuck did Mineta and Hagakure score higher than the guy who was being physically trained by All Might for almost a year. Like seriously. And while we're on that thought, Izuku, after all that training, couldn't beat Katsuki's score from middle school.

But other than that; believe it or not the title for this story took more time than actually writing it. Mainly because "Emerald Lightning" would have been the perfect name but it's long since been taken.

Also, just know that this first chapter was admittedly a bit rushed because I wanted to get to the good stuff that starts in chapter 2, which I will hopefully post in the next two weeks. With that, I hope you all favorite, follow and review. ~Ja nee