Surprisingly, I had a bunch of trouble writing this one, but it came out pretty good in the end.
So yeah, I pretty much lifted the concept for the entrance exam from "Okay, so the things is, this may be a long title but hear me out, its-" by MOTHERFUDGER.
"Welcome to the interview portion of Shiketsu Academy's entrance exam," the man said flatly as Izuku shuffled into the room, sitting in the seat in front of the three suited men, the middle one continuing, "You are…Izuku Midoriya, correct?"
"Y-yes, sir!" Izuku barked awkwardly, making the three men glance at each other.
"You are aware that this is an application for the Hero course of Shiketsu, yes?" the man continued, "And that, unlike other hero schools, we are primarily a police academy? As such, we prefer to perform interviews and practical tests as opposed to the more…traditional Hero exams."
"Yes, sir!"
"Good. Now, please explain and demonstrate your quirk,"
Izuku froze. Swallowing nervously, he looked between the three men slowly.
"I…I don't have one. I'm…I'm quirkless."
Silence. Overwhelming silence filled the room as the three men stared at him.
"Very well. What is your greatest strength?" the third man asked, looking at the fidgeting boy.
"Oh, well…" he trailed off, startled that they hadn't immediately rejected him, digging in his bag and producing a notebook, "It started off as more of a hobby, but I write Hero and quirk analyses a lot. My mom says I have a talent for it."
The men took the book, flipping through a few pages, their eyes going wide.
"So detailed," the first muttered.
"Excellent analytical skills," the second paused, looking up as he flipped to the last full page, "This villain attack, it happened only this morning, correct?"
"The last one? Y-yes," Izuku mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
"To have written such a comprehensive analysis of both the Heroes and Villains quirks in only a day…"
"Oh, I only did that this morning, I had classes and…"
"You made this analysis before your morning classes?"
"Yes, sir,"
"So, in only a few hours?"
"Well the train was running late, so I had time,"
"What is your greatest weakness? Excluding your quirkless status."
The boy fidgeted at the sudden question.
"Well…uhm…I guess I'm socially awkward? And I tend to mumble when I think. Oh, and I don't like black coffee…"
The three men watched as the boy startled to prattle off a long list of inane weaknesses and faults, one of them looking down to write Confidence Issues on his clipboard.
"That is quite enough, Midoriya-san," the center man said quietly, startling the boy out of his mumblings.
"Oh! Sorry!"
"That is quite alright. Now, onto the practical portion of the interview. You may choose from one of three tests, labeled Trickery, Combat and Investigation."
"W-what do they mean?" Izuku asked nervously, wringing his hands as he watched the other two still looking through his notebook, whispering to each other.
"Trickery means you must do something to surprise or fool us, Combat is a fight with a martial artist without the use of quirks, and investigation entails us providing you with a scenario that you must solve," the man explained, getting up from his chair.
"I-investigation, please,"
"Very well, please follow me."
The two of them stood in a small room, the outline of a body drawn on the floor, a key lying just next to it.
"This is a recreation of a closed room murder," the man explained, "Everything in it has been recreated as accurately as possible. The body and only key to the room were found as indicated. You may ask me three questions, then you must provide a solution. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Izuku said quietly already walking around the room.
He squatted down beside the key, inspecting it for a moment, before moving slowly back towards the door, staring at his feet as he did so.
"Are there mice or rats present?" He asked.
"Yes," the man answered.
"A ball of bread. Or similar foodstuffs."
"What?"
"The killer wrapped the key in a ball of bread or dough and pushed it through that mouse hole," he said, pointing to the small hole in the wall just beside the door, "The floor has a slight incline, so the ball rolled until it reached beside the corpse, after which the mice ate the food off of it, leaving only the key lying beside the corpse."
The man raised his hand, clicking a stopwatch as he looked down at the time. It had taken the green-haired teen less than two minutes to figure it out.
"Did you cheat?" he asked carefully, looking at the boy.
"N-NO! I SWEAR! It just made sense!"
"Very well," the man gave a slightly relieved sigh, "That is all, we will contact you via mail to let you know your entrance status within the week."
"T-thank you, sir," Izuku shuffled slightly, "Uhm…"
"Yes?"
"C-can I have my notebook back?"
Izuku sat in the classroom, fidgeting with his hat as he watched the other students enter. Most were talking casually, though a good number were simply moving to their desks and sitting silently, the others not disturbing them. That was good, it meant that no one was talking to him either. His desk was at the back of the class, though not right in the corner. He looked around, taking note of the three students sat around him.
To his right was a girl with thick lips and dirty blond hair, a slight smile on her face as she tapped away at her cellphone. To his right was a boy, his mass of light purple hair sticking almost perfectly straight up as he dozed in his chair, his cap pulled down over his eyes. Infront of his was another boy, his spiky dark purple hair sticking out from under his cap.
"Yo fam, what test did you choose to pass?" the girl asked, Izuku letting out a startled squawk as his hat shot from his hands, bouncing off the back of the boy sitting in front of him, "Woah, chillax, my man, it's cool."
"I-I-I'm sorry," he muttered, scrambling to retrieve his hat from the floor as the other teen glared at him from behind his purple hair, the fringe pulled down to cover one eye.
"Nah, it's chill," the girl chuckled, "Didn't mean to spook ya, fam."
"Could you two please be quiet?" the light purple-haired boy grumbled from under his hat, lifting it slightly to glare at them, Izuku staring at the thick eyebags that hung below his eyes, "I'm trying to sleep."
"Np bro, soz," the girl said, her eyes suddenly going blank as Izuku spun to look between her and the other boy.
"Shit," the boy muttered, "Thought I could get both of you."
"Wait! Is that your quirk?" Izuku gasped, pulling out one of his notebooks, "What is it? Obviously, it's some kind of mental quirk, but how does it work? You talked to us first, so is it response based?"
"OH!" a loud voice echoed through the room as the two boys jumped, looking up at the large teen that stood over them, a wide grin on his face, "Greetings! Are we talking about quirks? I love talking! My quirk is called Whirlwind and lets me control wind!"
"That's so cool!" Izuku gasped, flipping over the page of his notebook, and quickly scribbling on a new page, "How fine is your control? Can you generate wind, or does it already have to be present? How strong can you make the wind?"
"Would you two shut up!" the boy sitting in front of Izuku growled, glaring at the two of them, "The teacher will be here soon, and I don't need to have a headache because of you."
"Ah!" the brown-haired teen gasped, suddenly bowing, and slamming his head into the floor with enough force to shake the tables, the girl blinking in surprise as she looked around, "I SINCERELY APOLOGISE!"
"Bruh, what happened?" the girl asked Izuku, the green-haired teen looking at her in surprise for a moment, before flipping back a page in his notebook and scribbling something down as he muttered.
"Physical movement appears to disrupt the quirks hold," he said, before turning back to the tired-looking boy, "I'm sorry, you never said what your quirk was called."
"Shouldn't you be asking my name first?" the boy grunted, sitting up in his chair as he obviously wasn't going to be getting any more sleep, "It's Hitoshi Shinso by the way. My name, not my quirk."
"O-oh!" Izuku gasped, bowing in his seat, "I-I'm sorry! I'm Izuku Midoriya!"
"I would say nice to meet you, but you woke me up," Shinso sighed as he rubbed his eyes, "Anyway, you've been interrogating me about my quirk, so what's yours?"
"Oh…uhm…" Izuku mumbled as the other teen looked at him suspiciously, "I-,"
He was cut off as the teacher entered the class, her snake-like hair hissing loudly as she marched over to the podium, adjusting the sunglasses that completely covered her eyes.
"My name iss Hebi Kesseki, and I am your new homeroom teacher for thiss year," the woman stated clearly, hissing slightly on each 's', "Welcome to Shiketssu Class Alpha. Now, let uss head out to the Entrance ceremony."
The class replied with a loud, "Yes Sensei!" as they all stood and followed the woman out of the class.
"So," Shinso said to Izuku as they were walking back to the class after the Entrance Ceremony and the Principal's hour-long speech, "What's up with that book?"
"B-book?" Izuku mumbled, looking at the other teen in surprise.
"That notebook you were writing about my quirk in earlier," Shinso continued, "It looked pretty full. It have something to do with your quirk?"
"Oh…Uhm…no," Izuku replied, looking away, "It's just a hobby, really. Well, I guess not anymore, considering it's what got me in to Shiketsu."
"A notebook got you into Shiketsu?" Shinso asked, Izuku nodding sadly, "What, is your quirk like super weak or something?"
"More like not there," Izuku muttered, freezing when he realized what he'd just said, eyes slowly turning to look at Shinso, who was looking back at him.
"That weak, huh?" the boy sighed, "Well, whatever, you got in, so I guess I can't fault you. At least this place isn't as bad as UA."
"UA?" Izuku asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean their damn Entrance Exam involves fighting robots," Shinso growled, "My quirk does jackshit to robots."
"Oh, m-most mental quirks wouldn't," Izuku muttered, pulling out the notebook and starting to scribble in it again, Shinso peeking over his shoulder.
"What the hell?!" the purple-haired teen said loudly, startling the other students walking around them, "How do you know what my quirk is? I never told you!"
"Hmm?" Izuku looked up, slightly confused, "Oh, I worked it out from what you said it could do."
"But I didn't tell you anything!" Shinso said, "I just used it on that ditzy chick!"
"Oh, really?" Izuku mumbled, curling in on himself slightly as the purple-haired boy stared at him in shock, "I didn't mean to offend you!"
"You didn't…? What is up with you?" Shinso growled, "Whatever. It doesn't matter now that you know. It's a fucking Villain's quirk anyway."
"B-but your quirk is so cool!" Izuku gasped, "There are dozens of ways it could be applied to Heroics!"
"Name three," Shinso growled.
"Hostage situation, suicide prevention, general de-escalation of tense situations," Izuku replied robotically, making Shinso blink in surprise, "I can give more detailed examples if that's not good enough."
"I…what? No," Shinso sighed as he rubbed his eyes, the two of them reaching their classroom, "I just… Nobody's ever said that my quirk would be good for Heroics before."
"But it would!" Izuku stated, "It really would!"
"You will be split into squads for the semester. Each squad shall have a captain," the Heroics 101 teacher barked, his cat-like eyes darting across the class, "Your squads and captains for this semester have already been chosen by committee. You will have this session to familiarize yourselves with the members of your squads and their quirks. First, Squad Alpha!"
"Damn," Shinso muttered beside Izuku, "I had hoped to not have to be dragged down by other people. I'm not here to make friends."
"I-I don't know," Izuku muttered, "Forming teams is a good way to develop trust and understanding. A-and other people may be able to give you insight into your own quirk!"
"People like you?" Shinso half chuckled under his breath, "Considering how fast you figured mine out, you probably have notes on the whole class already."
"W-well…" Izuku looked away as he blushed.
"No way, seriously?" the purple-haired teen hissed.
"Would you two shut up!" the boy in front of Izuku growled, I can't hear the teacher!"
"Squad Delta!" the man shouted, "Hitoshi Shinso, Camie Utsumushi, Inasa Yoarashi, Seiji Shishikura, captain: Izuku Midoriya!"
"WHAT?!" Izuku shrieked, drawing the attention of the whole class, a look of shock on his face, "B-b-but…why me?"
"The committee reviewed your exams and decided on your squads and captains based on that," the Heroics 101 teacher huffed, before turning away, "You have the rest of the period to familiarize yourselves with the members of your squad. Good luck!"
"Yo, Cap," the blond girl grinned as she sat beside the muttering teen, "What's your quirk?"
"Utsumushi-san, that is very rude," Shishikura hummed as he stood in front of Izuku, "Can you not see that he is…what exactly is he doing?"
"Having a panic attack," Shinso sighed, pressing a cold drink can against the green-haired boy's cheek, making him yelp, "Earth to Midoriya, we need you to focus. We've got to tell you about our quirks."
"Whirlwind, the ability to control air. Brainwashing, the ability to control a person's actions after they respond to you. Some sort of illusion quirk, and…I don't really know how to describe yours," Izuku muttered as he rubbed his eyes before looking at Shishikura, "You can…mold flesh? I think?"
"What?" the purple-haired teen said, staring at Izuku in shock, "H-how?"
"Damn bruh, you a hiding a super comp in your skull?" Utsumushi laughed, the green-haired boy blushing, "But that's totes sweet. That your quirk?"
"N-no, I…Uhm…I don't have a quirk!" Izuku blurted, curling in on himself as he waited for the inevitable.
"Wait…really?" Shinso said slowly, "Is that what you meant by not there? You're…quirkless?"
"Y-yes," Izuku muttered quietly, clutching his notebook to his chest.
"Wow!" Inasa said, uncharacteristically quiet, "How did you get in then?"
"I…I passed the Entrance Exam?" Izuku replied, cracking an eye to look up at them.
"Then there should be no problems," Shishikura huffed, "The school would not allow you to enter without good reason. Obviously, you impressed them somehow."
"Yeah, with his notebook," Shinso laughed, "Hey, you have stuff about us written in there, right? Why not let us see it, point-dexter?"
"P-point-dexter?" Izuku mumbled as he held out the notebook slowly, Camie grabbing it and flipping through the pages.
"Yo bruh, this is cray-cray!" she gasped as she got to the page about her, "You figured out all this shiz about my quirk today? That's mad! I never thought to try this!"
"Let me see," Shinso huffed as he grabbed the book, flipping to his page, "A voice changer support item, artificial vocal cords? Why not an electronic voice changer?"
"Oh, that's because The electronics may affect how your quirk works." Izuku said hurriedly, "So an analogue solution would work better."
"Fair enough," Shinso hummed as he handed the book to Shishikura, the boy scowling as he paged through it.
"This is all very detailed…you have pages on the other students as well."
"Y-yes?" Izuku mumbled, "S-sorry if it's creepy, it's just a hob-."
"No, this is perfect," Shishikura hummed, startling Izuku, "Having information on your opponents and allies is paramount to success in the field."
"LET ME SEE!" Inasa yelled as he grabbed the book, "WOW! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Izuku stared at the four students as they talked about how detailed his notes were, comparing pages and discussing their quirks with each other.
"Squad Delta wins!" the Heroics Teacher barked, before letting out a quiet sigh, "Again."
The other three squads groaned as they looked at Squad Delta, particularly at the green-haired teen standing in front of them.
"T-thank you, sir!" Izuku managed to say loudly, blushing slightly under the stares of the rest of the class.
"Now, can anyone tell me why Squad Delta has managed to win the last four exercises?" the cat-like man asked.
"They have Midoriya," someone called, making the green-haired boy blush harder.
"And what advantage does Midoriya give them?" the teacher asked.
"Information?" "Strategy?" "Planning?" several members of the class called.
"Yes, yes and yes," the teacher hummed, "All three of those are good answers. Midoriya has proved himself to be an excellent planner and information specialist, allowing him to come up with tactics to counteract each of your quirks with those of his squads'."
"T-thank you, sir!" Izuku spluttered, making several of the class chuckle, "I-I'll work hard to keep it up!"
"Good lad," the teacher laughed, "I expect you to do well in the future. Remember, vote for General is next week, take into consideration who you'd like to see leading your year."
"Unsurprisingly," the Principal muttered under his breath, "The First year General is Izuku Midoriya."
Izuku froze as he was lifted on stage by Inasa's wind, staring out over the crowd in shock.
"T-thank you for this opportunity! I promise not to let it go to waste!" he managed to blurt before hurrying off the stage, the Principal and teachers chuckling slightly to themselves.
"For the first time since the founding of Shiketsu, the First Years win the inter grade competition!" the announcer called as the Hero class gathered around the green-haired teen and cheered, lifting him onto their shoulders.
"MI-DO-RI-YA! MI-DO-RI-YA!" they chanted as they paraded him around the field, the other grades quickly joining in as the boy raised his arms in a long title but hear me out, its-