If there is one thing that a student would never comprehend in regards to education (nor would they question it) would be the point of exams. Exams all in all are just a series of questions that they would have to answer in order to be qualified to be released into the wilderness known as the real world. It is a detestable thing that strikes fear into many scholars and trainees alike. One doesn't necessarily need to remember the subject matter afterwards after all is said and done, if it even sticks at all.

Needless to say, it makes even less sense for schools to make exams specifically to ENTER into school. Why would someone make an exam to allow people to learn if they are trying to get them to learn in the first place!? IT IS INCONCEVABLE!

...At least, for someone like Izuku that is. Although that's not really the main issue right now.

Ohhh no, the pain of exams is nothing more than a slight little tickle compared to the amount of disappointment radiating off of him right now from not going to the business course.

Now then, the reader at this point is asking: why not just talk to the school? Maybe the principal made a slight mistake in regards to the placing of potential students where they desire to enroll in. Maybe he will be able to overlook this little slip up and switch him over before the exams.

Unfortunately when confronted about the situation the principal only gave a slight shrug and said that there wasn't much he or anyone else could do about it since it would mean that they would have to move a few students around to another course, which could cause problems since it would present a bit of favoritism.

...Which Izuku knew immediately it was complete [BOOPITIBOPPITY!], but there wasn't much he could do about it now. From there he would just spend his days just sulking around in his room, not wanting to do anything until the exams came. It wasn't that he didn't want to do them, but the fact of the matter is that he is basically going for something he never really wanted in the first place. If he bombs the hero exams, best chance he can get would be to get a good enough score to get into general studies. From there, he could ask for a transfer to the business course. Now that would be a good plan.

Well it was if he was the only one that knew about this.

SLAM!

"Alright Izuku, time to get out of bed! You got to train if you want to get into the hero course!"

"Hurry Izuku, get up! I just finished several of my babies today and I'm going to need your expert hero advice before the exams!"

"Who the hell said that I was going to be in the hero course!?", yelled Izuku as he got out of bed, "That damn rat got me into the hero course exams ON PURPOSE! Now why would I oh so bother to even try for something that I don't want!?"

Mirio is quick to answer that, "Because if you don't your mother will kill you"

"...okay, any other reason besides that?"

"How about the satisfaction of hard work and the eternal graditude you get from saving people as well as the admiration for the younger generation?"

"While I will admit I would enjoy that, I enjoy being able to get paid as well."

"Wow, greedy much?"

"Hey I wanted to get into the business course for a reason okay?"

"Alright fine!"

"Oh!Oh!Oh! Pick me! Pick me!"

Izuku turned to Mei, her hand raised as if for calling for the teacher. Might as well play along

"Alright then, Mei. What do you got for me?"

"How about using this as advertising material?"

"...Go on..."

Now with greater motivation, she puts a hand on her chin, adopting a thoughtful pose.

"Well if you get into the hero course, you can do a lot of...hero-y things. You do a lot of them, get famous, come up with some crap about doing something to make the peace more enjoyable, quit being a hero, open your nightclub and BAM! Customers will flock to you!"

Well then, if she didn't sold the idea before, NOW she did. This was evident by the wide grin coming from the green bean.

"Well well! That's a much better way to convince me there, pinky. See Mirio, this is how you win people."

"Pffft! She's just saying that because she knows it will benefit her too! Won't it, Mei?"

Mei shrugged her shoulders, not even trying to hide it, "Well duh! If he gets noticed, then by proxy I get noticed to! If he uses my gadgets, even better!"

WHOOSH! Izuku quickly gets changed into his jogging clothes, now looking much more eager.

"Okay, NOW im pumped! Let's get to it gang!"

"YEAH!(x2)"

So now begins the obligatory cliché anime-style training montage, presented to you in fast-forward snippets so that the story can progress without having to resort to possibly lame filler chapters.

Dagobah Beach, 9 months before entrance exams.

"*huff* *huff* When you said... *huff*... that we were going to train... *wheeze* I though that you were going to train too, NOT BE A DANG * GASP* DUMBELL WEIGHT!"

We find our green bean carrying a large refrigerator, with Mirio sitting on top of it.

"Hey, come now! I'm not that heavy!"

" MY CRACKLING AND POSSIBLY BROKEN BONES BEG TO DIFFER!" yelled Izuku, before turning to Mei, "AND ARN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE TRAINING TOO!?"

Mei looked up from her work with a disbelieving look on her face, "Train? pfft, heck no! You guys are the ones in the hero course, not me! Besides, I'm too busy with this to help anyways."

She had built herself a makeshift workbench, dismantling and organizing all scrap metal with some of the tools and equipment she brought from home (with the help of her two pack mules, of course.). Since they were planning to clean up all the debris and trash from the beach, she figured it would be the best time to get every bit of useful scrap and other items beforehand.

In Mirio's case, since he's already in U.A there really is no reason for him to even be there in the first place. Still, being the very kind and thoughtful friend he is (contrary to what Izuku and Mei would say at times.) he wanted to help out in training him for the entrance exams.

Which is why he asked Izuku to start clearing up the beach without using his quirk, which to no ones surprise pissed him off. Then he easily complied when threatened with telling on his mother.

You know, it really is a useful thing to use that to keep in check. Izuku hates the fact that his friends know this.

What makes it worse is that his mother knows this, who told Ms. Joke about it, who then tells the principal about it, who then tells his staff about it.

Mark his words, they will rue the day they messed with Izuku Midoriya!

POK! "Whoah! What th-" SQUISH!

Unfortunately his train of thought were interrupted when he tripped over a rock. Mei stopped and rushed over to him while Mirio is already off and helping Izuku get up

"Izuku are you alright!?", said Mirio.

Izuku, a bit dazed and with a face full of sand he only had one thing to say.

"PfffHAHAHAHAhahaaa!..." THUD!

Ah, the cowardly dog laugh. A classic!

Mirio sighed disappointedly, "This is going to take a while..."

UA Gym Gamma, 6 months before entrance exams

While hauling lumps of trash is fine and dandy, when it comes to actual combat training, it would be best where they could find a place less... destructively conspicuous. The gang would have no trouble in doing so at the beach, but due to Izuku's unpredictability and a warning from Emi and Detective Naomasa, that did not get anywhere. Thankfully Mirio was able to get the principal's permission to use Gym Gamma, provided that he keep an eye on Izuku and that any damage done would have to be within the gym. Mei was not allowed to join as it was only limited to the two of them, but for the most part she was okay with it as didn't have much reason to be there anyways.

BAM! SMACK! BOOM! BOING!

We find Nejire and Tamaki at the sidelines, watching a current fight between the two knuckleheads. The fight has already gone on for more than a few minutes, but it was enough time for the gym to be littered with craters and random objects, as well as a few Izuku-shaped holes.

Or to be more accurate, only Nejire is watching cheering them on. Tamaki is just facing the wall, wanting to be anywhere but there.

"Wooo! Let's go you two, I want to see some hustle!"

Meanwhile Izuku easily dodged several punches from Mirio, his body quickly twisting and turning before turning his legs into a spring.

SPROING! He jumps away from him before pulling out a tommy gun from out of nowhere, spraying the are with bullets. RATATATATA! However, Mirio was able to see it coming. He activates his quirk, allowing the bullets to phase through him and diving into the gym floor.

This only made Izuku grin. 'Oh? Going for the ol' backstab, eh Tintin?'. His hunch became true as the buff blond suddenly appeared behind him and he quickly turned around. Unfortunately, he appeared without his pants again.

"GAAHH!"

Izuku's disgusted cry was enough of a break for Mirio to throw a punch to the stomach. THWACK! CRACK! The force of the punch was enough for Izuku to hit another wall, adding another to his collection. He was not hurt at all, most of his injuries just comically light scratches and bumps. In fact, he was more mad than anything else.

"MIRIO, YOU CLOD, I THOUGHT I SAID I DON'T WANT CHILLI DOGS!", he yelled before pulling himself off. He dusted himself off before speeding up back to him. Mirio was about to continue the fight, before he noticed that Izuku was tearing up.

"I told you I am not hungry, and that you must respect my wishes.", he said meekly, "but still you try to feed me when I said no..."

Mirio let out a groan, " Izuku, for the last time... I AM NOT TRYING TO FORCE MYSELF ON YOU!"

"*sniff* How could you do such a thing? Even after what we've been through!?"

"Wha- this is ridiculous! I'm just trying to help you with getting in-."

"IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU!?*sob!* JUST A LITTLE PET PROJECT!?"

"NO IZUKU! I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!"

"Liar! I bet you say that to all your other tramps you call 'trainees'!".

Generic soap opera music begins to play as Izuku turns around, not wanting to look Mirio's face. He pulls a hanky out of his pant pocket, trying to wipe the tears that were flowing from his face. He tries to make himself as small as possible, not wanting to feel the blonde's intimidating aura.

"I know you mean well, Mirio. I would be a fool to see otherwise... but lately you've been nothing but a beast. You're insatiable... it's almost as if I was just mere prey for you."

It was at this point where Tamaki decided to slowly turn around from the wall, wondering what the absolute [RICOLAAA!] is he listening to.

"Uhhh, w-what's going on?"

"Shhh!", said Nejire waving him off, "It's getting to the good part!"

Izuku quickly turned to Mirio again, " Be honest. Did you really mean what you said, when we were at the beach having the time of our lives? Did you really mean to make me happy?"

Mirio was speechless. His face contorted as he desperately tried to reign his emotions. He was afraid to answer, he could not trust himself to speak. It was only after a few minutes when he spoke again.

"I'm sorry Izuku... but I lied."

There was a loud gasp from Nejire from the background, but it went ignored.

"What! B-but why?"

"Because I was selfish. I only thought of making myself happy, not caring to see past that and even considered your feelings. I wanted you as a trophy. A symbol of my pride. But now I see that what I did was wrong."

Izuku dropped to his knees, unable to believe what he is hearing.

"What are trying to say, my love? Don't say what I think you might say."

"I'm sorry... but I must leave you. May you find someone more worthy. Goodbye."

With those words, Mirio began to walk away. The generic background music reached a crescendo as Izuku let out a cry of dispair.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!-"

"WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE [BRAP!] IS GOING ON HERE!"

The background music suddenly cut off and everyone looked over to the new voice, who so happened to be none other than Aizawa.

"I THOUGHT THAT WE WERE BEING ATTACKED BY VILLAINS WITH ALL THE COMMOTION GOING ON! BUT NO! ALL I SEE IS A BUNCH OF JACKASSES DESTROYING ONE OF UA'S FACULTIES AND MAKING [BASURA!] SOAP OPERAS! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T JUST THROW OUT ALL OF YOU AND BAN YOU FROM ENTERING THIS PLACE AGAIN!"

...Wow. Hell just gotten a lot more colder now. Maybe it would be best to just defuse the situation before it escalates any further.

"Because we got permission from the Principal, Aizawa-sensei! I mean, we are helping Izuku get into the hero course!"

Or just have Nejire dig the grave further. Bless that airhead, for she doth not know what she does.

"...YOU GOT TO BE FU-"

Needless to say, they were no longer allowed there without adult supervision. On a more positive note, at least the two boys have a promising acting career if all else fails.

Midoriya Household, 4 months before entrance exams

"Hmmm, let's see here, if I divide this by 3, carry the one and square root it to the value of X, then I should get the result of... *mutter mutter*."

Izuku is seen at the dinner table, a cluster of papers and pencil shavings covering the entire surface. His fingers are typing furiously over an over-sized calculator while his writing hand is nothing but a blur. Now most would be shocked at this scene, if it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing clothing that would resemble that of a nerd.

Meanwhile Inko and Ms. Joke are at the living room, sharing a conversation over a cup of tea.

"You know, Inko, this might the first time I've ever seen him act like that. Did you threaten to ground him or something?"

"Oh hush, I'm not that bad. Also, whenever he has to do something he normally has issues with he usually just transforms."

"Wait, so if he wants to be smart he dresses up as a nerd?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"...Your son's quirk makes no sense."

"True, but then again since when did quirks ever make sense?"

"...Good point."

"I try. Anyways, would you like some more tea?"

"Sure."

WOOOSH! Izuku rushes over to Ms. Joke with a cluster of papers in his hand, the smile never leaving his face.

"All done, Emi-Senseiiiii~"

"Great job kiddo! Let's see what you got there."

"Here ya go!", he says as he hands her the papers. "It took me awhile, with all the variables and whatnot but I think I got the hang of it!"

"Well let's just see about that okay?"

Emi lightly skims over the pages, looking over his work. However, the more she looked at it the more she became confused. Dependents? Gross income? Compensation? Wait is this...?

"Uhhh, Izuku... are these tax income forms?"

"Yes."

"And why are you filling these out? What happened to the math problems I made for you?"

Izuku tilted his head in confusion, "But I thought those were the math problems."

"No these are FINANCIAL problems."

"Yes, but that's why I'm doing those. That's why we are learning math right?"

Emi sighed in exasperation, "Well,yes, but...no. Izuku I want you to do the problems I did for you."

"Then how am I supposed to claim my benefits!?"

"Tax season isn't even until next year! And more importantly...*rustle*... why is this under Naomasa's name!?"

"HE NEEDS TO TAKE RESPONSIBLILITY FOR FLIRTING WITH MOM!"

KLANG!

"N-nighty night, dear dayyyyyysss..." THUD!

Emi looks at Inko in shocked, who has a frying pan raised and a very deep blush on her face. Emi then gives her a cheshire grin.

"Not that bad, huh?"

Inko refuses to look at Emi in the eye with a pout to her face. "Sh-shut up! Izuku is such a sweet boy for worrying about me, but he can never keep his mouth shut!"

"Uhh-huhh, and what's this about you and Naomasa?"

With a complete 180, Mamadoriya gets in front of Emi and threateningly wiggles the pan in front of her face. Her face changed from a pout to a murderous stare.

"I will not hesitate to give you a 'punch'line"

Emi quickly raises her hand in surrender, "N-n-no, that's fi-fine!"

Yet again, Inko Mydoriya proves to be a scary woman.

2 months before exams, at an undisclosed location

Now we find Izuku, Mirio and Mei staring at a wall of an office building. To be more specific, they are staring at the guy currently drawing graffiti on the wall of an office building.

"Okay I'm confused.", said Mirio, "Why exactly did you guys call me here anyway? I though we agreed that today was a free day?"

"It is.", replied Izuku, wearing some weird artsy outfit, "To be honest I was just going to the beach again with Mei until I saw THIS!"

He motions to the graffiti on the wall, which on further examination looks like an outline of a hero in some sort of... box?

"The motions, the blending of the colors, the abstract concepts of the futility on dependence of the hero community and society overall speaks volumes from this. Don't you think so Mei?"

Mei was sitting on the ground, also looking at the image with great intent. "Yes, this is very good. Although if you ask me, I have a few babies the artist could use to finish this much quicker."

"Not sure but let me ask him. Hey!"

It was at that point when the artist took notice of the three and faced towards them.

"What?", he said with a bit of annoyance.

It was a tall lanky guy in his mid twenties, dressed in a messy and slightly ripped white t-shirt, jacket and pants. He had spiky black hair and several pricings on his face. The most noticeable feature, however, is the patches of gnarled, wrinkled skin that was adorned on several parts of his face and chest, as well as on his arms. If the trio became uncomfortable seeing that, they didn't show it.

WHOOSH! Izuku rushes over to him and immediately throws an arm on his shoulder.

"Hey there buddy! That's some nice art you got there! Ever think of upgrading your gear?"

"...Sure."

And so they spent the rest of the day helping him to finish the graffiti. Unfortunately they were noticed by a sidekick, who then tried to take them in until some guy in a metal mask came up and knocked her unconscious. Then he tipped his hat in greeting and dragged the sidekick away to god knows where. The artist and the trio both went their separate ways, but not before he exchanged numbers with Izuku (the other two still felt uncomfortable for the most part).

The image in question? It was an image of a derpy-looking Endeavor riding shotgun on a dumpster. The wall the artist drew on was actually from Endeavor's agency.

Considering everything else that happened so far, pretty tame in comaprison.

1 week before exams, undisclosed location.

"*BZZZT* Q... come in, Q..."

"Hmm"

"Ah, there you are Q. Before we get started, I have to ask. Have you been compromised?"

"Mmph"

"Excellent! I knew you were capable for the job. However, this is far from over and I have further instructions to relay to you, so listen well. As you might well know, the UA exams are nearing closer. This means that monitoring Izuku may be more challenging for you. For this, you will need the assistance of several other agents, some of which are experienced in hacking into security and the like. They will be under your command, and they will be your responsibility."

"Nnngh"

"I understand that you prefer to work alone, but our intel suggests that a certain number one hero will be joining UA for teaching."

"!"

"That's correct, Q. If our hunch is right-and I'm certain they are- then there will be a point where others may take advantage of this and embolden themselves to take action against UA. This means that we will have to redouble our efforts to make sure he doesn't fall into the wrong hands."

"..."

"You and I both know what chaos would entail if HE manages to obtain the power of Loki. Last thing we both want is to have a repeat of the Shimura incident. Many have died in that tragedy, and we'll be damned if we fail for a second time. So let me ask again, Q...Can I count on you to complete the tasks laid before you!"

"...Hmph"

"...Good. I will send you further details about your briefing as well as the contacts for these agents. Oh. and one other thing. Be very careful about Izuku. If there is anything that I have learned about his heritage... his power... It's that you can never know nor trust yourself to know what he does next. The kid is an enigma, and whatever he does will no doubt have dire consequences. That is all for now, Q. Take care and godspeed. *BZZT*"

"Hmm..."