Most everyone stayed in a state of shock at the news we'd been dealt.

The brunette looked absolutely devastated at the news, "The lowest score will be expelled…? It's only the first day! I mean, even if it weren't… That's totally unfair!"

Nothing is ever truly fair.. I thought, staring curiously at our teacher. Could that be the point he's leading up to?

Mr. Aizawa's response was obviously our first lesson as students… the only problem was how I wasn't particularly sure whether or not he was faking to get us to do our best, or if he was serious…. How does a quirk apprehension test pertain to one who's quirkless? Will I still be able to use my gadgets, or…?

"Natural disasters… Highway pileups… Rampaging villains… Calamity is always right around the corner. I'd say Japan is full of unfair things. Heroes are the ones…" he gave a sigh, "… who correct all that unfairness. If you were hoping to spend your evenings hanging out at McDonald's… I'm sorry to tell you… That for the next three years… U.A. will run you through the wringer." He raised his index finger into the air, "That's plus ultra. Use your strength to overcome it all. So bring it. The demonstration is over. Now it's for real."

Real uplifting, sir. Truly.

He brought us over to our first test which was the 50-meter dash. As the stern guy with the glasses was getting ready to dash against a small girl with black hair and her tongue sticking out — like a frog, I guess? — I walked up to Mr. Aizawa. Please don't be yet another person against me training to be a hero.

I took a few shaky breaths, and attempted to exude as much confidence as possible as I asked, "Sir.. would I be able to use my — ah — tools for these tests?"

He looked pointedly down at me, causing me to straighten myself up a little more. There was no room for intimidation in my book.

"What exactly do you have?"

I blinked a few times in shock before immediately rambling, "Oh! Well… I've got my rocket sneakers, a taser, a pe —"

"— and pepper spray?" His tone was decidedly bored as he asked the question, raising his head slightly.

"Ah.. heh, you saw that?" I asked, referring to the exam when I used the spray on Honenuki to keep him from passing me.

"Yeah… It was a smart move — cheap — but smart. However, it's one I wouldn't suggest using for these assessments…. But, due to your unprecedented skill with them during the recommendations exam, I'll allow you to use the rocket sneakers."

I had to fight hard to keep myself from falling over. "Really?"

He nodded. "But Kirita, I want you to know that even though this is a quirk apprehension test, it is not a weapons apprehension test either…. The pepper spray assisted you in the exams, but here I'm just looking at physical ability. Most quirks are capable of injury and hindrance, but I'm also looking at what you can personally do. The sneakers are fine, but I'd also like to know what you can do on the off-chance you don't have your weapons for a fight."

That… actually makes pretty good sense, I thought, staring into his black eyes. Maybe this class won't be so mentally exhausting after all with a teacher like him. I can finally feel like I've earned a part of this… I'll be so grateful. Not that I'd show that. I shrugged 'carelessly', "I guess I get it, but can I tell you something, Mr. Aizawa?"

He stared at me, impatient to get the tests started up. "Sure. What is it?"

"I don't care if I score lower than the other students in this test," I looked him in the eye. "I don't care if you ever decide to expel me. I've worked too hard to give up now that I've made it this far. I'm still coming back to the classroom every day for learning…. And you can't stop me…. Just wanted to make that clear."

Shota Aizawa:

Look at the fire in her eyes, I thought as I watched Kirita walk back over to her classmates to stretch. That's what I'm looking for. These students… even her… seems they've got what it takes to be the heroes they aspire to become. She'll have to put triple the amount of effort compared to everyone else… From her sheer determination, I believe she can do it.

As for him, though….

Chise Kirita:

For the first event, we did the 50-meter dash, timing how much time we finished it in. Everyone was using their quirks to their advantage. Mr. Aizawa paired students off in two to dash against each other. Ida with his super speed went against Asui who actually did have frog qualities as she quickly hopped through. She didn't beat Ida, but it was still fast.

Then Uraraka used her zero gravity quirk to make her body weightless as she ran to help her go faster, though she was still slower than Ojiro who merely had a tail for his quirk… does that actually count as a quirk? I guess so.

One very memorable race was Ashido, a fuzzy pink monster girl with the ability to shoot acid out of her hands, against the pretty boy Aoyama with a laser in his belly button. I could not help but laugh as I watched him jump backwards, and use his quirk to help him fly… only to run out of steam and fall on his back. He quickly rolled backwards to his feet and jumped back into the air again to finish it off. He lost to Ashido, but it did still happen in a matter of almost six seconds. Partially impressive.

There was also the race between Bakugo, the hot-headed blonde, and Midoriya, the plain greenette… Bakugo used his explosive quirk from his hands to shoot him across the track within about four seconds. Midoriya, however, didn't use the power quirk I thought he had to run across… it was as if he was as quirkless as I am with his ending time at about seven seconds.

Curious.

I don't know who Todoroki raced against, for they were left in the dust… or should I say in the ice? He slid through on his ice alone, just like at the exam, within a little less than four seconds.

I was the last to go, with no one to pair up against in a class of twenty one students. I sped through with my rocket sneakers, and was within the four second range. It was, however, a millisecond less than Todoroki. I tsked to myself, doing my best to ignore the stares and whispers as everyone pointed to my sneakers.

"Is that part of her quirk?"

"No, those are definitely sneakers with rockets in them?"

"Does she even have a quirk?"

"How did she get in if that's all she can do?"

I clenched my fists and my teeth, keeping my eyes between Aizawa and Midoriya. It appeared I had been a bit too quick on congratulating my life for finally giving me a more open-minded teacher, and failed to realize that the other students wouldn't act as such.

Next was grip strength, the standing long jump, and side-stepping to which I noticed Midoriya was at the bottom in terms of quirk ability…. I wasn't sure if any of it was him actually using a part of his quirk or not, but the he was receiving some pretty pathetic scores compared to everyone else.

I was skimming through thanks to all the physical training I had subjected myself through over the years. For grip strength, I had gotten my own personal best score thanks to my frustration at everyone's gossiping.

"You know this school is going to hell when two quirkless runts somehow made it in here," I heard Bakugo loudly proclaim, making sure Mr. Aizawa heard him as students went through the side-stepping event one by one. "They should both be expelled for utter uselessness."

I felt my face burn as everyone glanced at the two of us shortly before turning away, as if I didn't already see them look! I took a few deep breaths. I will not give up! As I told Aizawa, he won't be able to get rid of me I swear it! I have other capabilities. It made me feel slightly better when I chanced my own glance at Midoriya, his face probably even redder than mine. Even though they had to have known each other for a long time, he was obviously still bothered by his words.

"Unless you have anything constructive to say, Bakugo," Aizawa said, glaring hard at him, "then don't say anything at all."

Bakugo crossed his arms, pointedly turning his head away with a scoff.

A small smile tugged at my lips, enjoying the rare spectacle. I flinched slightly when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I was surprised to turn and see Midoriya.

"H-Hi!" he squeaked shyly, holding his hand out to me. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya!"

"Chise Kirita," I replied, shaking his hand without a second thought. His hand was so clammy, I had to fight the urge to recoil my hand back. I for sure couldn't help the words that blurt out of my mouth, "Oh — uh — are you okay? You seem to be… nervous."

He released my hand to wave both of his back and forth in front of him, "Oh no, I'm fine! I just wanted to.. to tell you not to take Kacchan's words to heart."

I raised a curious eyebrow at him, "Defending the bully, Midoriya?"

He hesitated, mouth open as though he had words but no sound escaped. Funny guy.

I pat his shoulder, silently hoping it was giving some form of comfort. "You think some words from an airhead like him would get me down? I've heard worse, and I'm sure you have, too…. Although, I thought — from what Uraraka was saying earlier — that you actually have a quirk."

"I-I.. I do, actually!" he stammered.

"Then why haven't you been using it?"

"Mhm…" he mumbled, looking down at the ground. "Honestly, my body's not quite used to it yet."

Really…? Interesting. "You must have it down pat somehow in order to have gotten in…. It sounded like Iida was waxing poetic about your intellect in passing the entrance exam."

His laugh was nervous. Real nervous. "No.. I'm pretty sure that was just luck."

My eyes narrowed automatically and, before even I knew what was happening, I was slapping him hard on the back. Twice. He jumped in surprise, moaning an "Oww.." and bending his hand behind his back to try to soothe it.

How that's supposed to work, I still have no clue. It's just as bad as holding your wrist as if that stops your hand from hurting. Human bodies and logic are weird.

"What was that for?" Midoriya asked in astonishment.

"You shouldn't sell yourself short," I said, my tone coming off more irritable than I intended it to. "You made it here for a reason. Don't second guess your abilities now that you're here."

God, am I telling that to him or myself? I thought, shaking my head. Guess I could say life lessons to others work for myself, too. I'm here to prove myself. Just because Yoarashi gave up his spot doesn't mean anything…. Right?

Midoriya's eyes shined so brightly at me, I felt like I'd turned on a flashlight.

Oh boy.

The event that Bakugo exhibited — throwing — was next. Uraraka shined there as she used her quirk on the ball and threw it… and it continued to float away until we no longer saw it.

Mr. Aizawa turned his machine around after it beeped, showcasing the infinity sign.

One of the students exclaimed, "Infinity?! Wow! The infinity symbol actually popped up!"

Then Midoriya stepped up to the plate looking nervous. I studied him carefully, figuring he was just about to use his ability to finally show us what he could do. He was more nervous walking up to that test than he was before…. I couldn't wait to see what proved him to be so unique.

Ida stood nearby with his arms crossed, "Midoriya isn't doing very well…"

Bakugo pointed harshly in Midoriya's direction, "Well duh. He's a quirkless runt!"

"Quirkless?! So you haven't heard about his feats during the entrance exam?!"

Bakugo's response was absolutely dumb-founded. "Huh?"

A quirk that Bakugo didn't even know about…? It's almost as if he'd just recently gotten the quirk, but is that even possible? To be that much of a late bloomer?

Mr. Aizawa had the same look on his face staring at Midoriya as the one he'd had earlier glaring at Bakugo.

Midoriya winded the ball back, looking serious as he seemed to put all his strength into the throw. I watched with bated breath for the result —

Forty six meters.

Well that's anti-climactic.

He stared at his hands in utter confusion while Mr. Aizawa, hair floating in the air, glared at him, "I 'erased' your quirk. That ridiculous entrance exam… Completely irrational when you consider someone like you got in."

The erasure hero, Eraser Head, I realized, due to the fact that he claimed to have 'erased' his quirk. That was the ability of Eraser Head, to erase someone's quirk so long as he had his eyes on them. So this is who our teacher really is. Awesome!

Each of the students muttered their confusion.

"Eraser? I've… Never heard of him"

"I think I've heard his name before! He's an angler-type hero!"

Mr. Aizawa continued talking to Midoriya in such a quiet tone that no one else could hear him. The class watched as he used his scarf to snag the boy and drag him close. Eventually he let out a silent sigh and closed his eyes, his hair fell messily down and his scarf let Midoriya go. He said something to him and walked over to where the rest of us stood to watch him show his worth.

Midoriya went back to his spot in the circle, muttering nervously to himself. I should've learned how to read lips, I thought irritably. Didn't think.

I noticed Aoyama put a hand on Uraraka's shaking shoulders not too far away from me, and heard him ask her, "Are you worried about him? I'm… not worried at all."

"And who are you?" she asked in shock. I almost laughed, it was so comical to hear.

Ida brought his hand up to his chin in thought, "Seems like he received some special instruction."

"Yeah," Bakugo said condescendingly. "The instruction to leave this school."

Midoriya did the throw again, but differently… that time it went far — about as long a distance as Bakugo's. From the distance, however, I noticed his pointer finger was broken.

No wonder Mr. Aizawa doesn't like him either… and why he told me his body wasn't quite used to his quirk. In the end, he might as well have been quirkless with how damaging his quirk happens to be to his body.

Bakugo stared in shock at the messy haired boy. But no one — and I mean no one — was more impressed than Mr. Aizawa as the machine he turned toward us read seven hundred and five point three meters.