Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or My Hero Academia

I wanna try something different so I'm writing this in the first-person perspective. Lemme know what you think of it

I was roused from my slumber by a pair of soft moulds bouncing into my chest.

"Naru-kun!~" My girlfriend sang in her usual bubbly voice, laced with the accent of our hometown. Peering up a half-lidded gaze, I shot her a tired, but otherwise, affectionate smile, getting one in return. Man, I loved the way her smile lit up her perpetual blushes staining her round cheeks.

"Ochaco," I say, sitting up beside her on our double-sized spread futon.

Her gazed steeled with puppy dog determination, "We're totally gonna kick butt today in the hero exam. " She asserted, adorably pumping her fists on her knees.

I chuckled at her optimism. We had been waiting for fifteen years to become this world's equivalent of shinobi. Well, at least in my eyes. I had a feeling Sasuke or Kakashi-sensei probably never shared my philosophy of being a ninja in my past life. Oh well. They were free to hold onto their own beliefs.

"Hell yeah, we are," I agreed, beaming my best foxy grin at her.

Ochaco curled up at my side, resting her head on my shoulder and doodling on my chest. I already knew what was coming, "You know what would make ya the best boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes fondly, "Lemme guess. If I make breakfast, right?" I did the cooking in this relationship. I didn't have any parents, again. It seems whatever greater forces transmigrated me to this… quirky world, no pun intended, used a woman like Mary birthing Jesus. I was surprisingly aware when my vessel spat me out of her womb. I recall her saying something along the lines of "I hope I'm rewarded for giving birth to god boy" over here.

I didn't really get it but hey, but If I was going to get a second life I might as well live it large.

I got dumped in an orphanage. It wasn't bad, though. Japan was much like the Elemental Nations in the sense it gave its young kids the freedom to go wherever they felt like going by themselves. That's how I ended up finding Uraraka Ochaco, aged 4 at the time. She wanted a soda from a vending machine, but she didn't have any pocket money for one. She comes from a poor family.

Me, being the kind soul that I am, bought her one from the goodness of my heart and it all kinda kicked off from that day onward. We've been inseparable ever since.

"If ya don't mind," She said sheepishly.

I stared into her round, peppy eyes exuding spirited energy sometimes even I found myself seldom matching before pulling her into a deep-throated kiss, curling her against me with a hand against the curve of her hip and stroking her shoulder-length brown hair styled in a bob. I felt a shiver as she moaned into my mouth. Girl was swooning, baby.

"Of course not. Go take a shower. It'll be ready by the time you're finished," I assured.

She latched onto me, nuzzling my face, "You're the best!"

"I know," I replied in quiet conceit. I felt like a breeze had just hit me when Ochaco left my side to stand on our sheets, my borrowed scrunchy orange shirt draping over her slender figure. She was quite petite so my shirt resembled a nighttime gown on her. She smiled at me before skipping through a doorway and making a turn on her right.

We lived in a modest one-room apartment in a two-story complex. One would think there wouldn't be enough room for two people in a square-inch room but all my powers came back in full when I was reborn so I was able to seal most of our belongings away into scrolls. Fuuinjutsu was an amazing convenience in this world, I'll tell ya that much.

A God Among Heroes

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Ploughing through the Competition

About thirty minutes later and we were strolling out of our apartment dressed in the uniform of our former Junior High School up in Osaka for what would be the final time. Japan's best school wanted all their examiners dressed in their uniforms of whatever Junior High they attended, so there we stood in our school clothes on the top floor of our apartment complex.

Me – dressed in the traditional military uniform comprising of a midnight blue blazer with gold trim and matching pants. I also should mention I wasn't actually wearing my blazer, I was just leaving it dangling from my shoulders like a makeshift cape because it turned out I was a bit of a delinquent in this world. Because it didn't look like I was mutated, people thought I just dyed my hair blond. Japan was such a conservative, boring country that even the act of standing out meant you were rebelling against the norm.

Needless to say, thugs always want a piece of me.

But I digress.

As for her, she was wearing a classic sailor fuku for females. A white cardigan with a dark blue collar, a red tie wrapped around it, a short skirt complementing the colour of her collar, leggings (to my annoyance) and brown loafers fitted on her feet.

She gave me a determined smile once I was finished locking our door, "Ready!"

I humoured her enthusiasm with a good-natured laugh. I know how much getting into U.A. and becoming a successful pro hero meant to her. She had seen how hard her parents had worked to give her a happy childhood. Hell, I had seen it. They barely had enough money to feed themselves much less Ochaco. Because they were such loving parents, they regularly starved themselves so Ochaco wouldn't go hungry, similar to Nami's mother from the biggest manga series in all of Japan: One Piece. (I became quite a devote follower of manga since being reincarnated, so I expect plenty of references to that)

Really, taking her in benefitted all parties. Neither of them went hungry and I got to spend more time with her. I made a killing in underground prized fighting so money was of no consequence to me.

"Then let's go!" I laughed, feeling Ochaco's arms snake around mine before she rested her head on my shoulder.

We decided to take the train to U.A.'s prefecture even though I coulda flew us. Sometimes it was nice to take public transportation. Ochaco would sit on my lap and I would caress her legs during the duration of the ride.

The train ride was thirty minutes to Musutafu and the walk to U.A was another ten, factoring in the stroll up a high slope the institute rested on.

"Wow," Ochaco breathed, marvelling at the sprawling structure in front of us with other kids wearing all sorts of different uniforms walking into it, "It's amazing."

I had to agree with her. U.A. was gigantic. It was easily ten times the size of the shinobi academy back in Konoha. It kinda looked like one of those corporate buildings I had seen from time to time in this world. Four, crystal blue skyscraper-shaped buildings lined in a square connected by outer pathways, with windows lining every inch of the buildings. And this was just the main campus. I would later learn the entire landscape belonged to U.A.

"Yeah." I replied, doing my level best to suppress my own butterflies.

"I'm kinda getting nervous," Ochaco admitted.

I spun her, curling her against me with an arm wrapped around her waist, "You'll be fine! You're smart enough to ace the written exam and I've taught you almost everything I know. You're gonna ace this." She averted her reddened face. She still wasn't comfortable with us openly displaying affection in public because Japan was a conservative country by nature.

I gave her my best cheeky grin, trying to move in to kiss her.

"Naru-kun," She whispered, holding up her arms as if to ward off my love. Oh Ochaco, you wound me. "Not in public."

"C'mon!" I whined, puckering my lips at her, "Just a quick one."

"What if someone sees us?"

"No one is gonna see us. Look at 'em! They're busy rushing into U.A."

Well, that wasn't entirely true. A few bypassers stole glimpses as they wandered by. Some of the fuckers even readied their phones to snap a photo of us to put on the socials of Twitter or Instagram but that wasn't the point. I was trying to get my swag on, damn it! I leaked a bit of killing intent at the jerks, giving myself away in the process.

"See? They're lookin'!" Dammit. Busted.

A noisy thud drew our attention to a floored unkempt green-haired boy wearing an alternative version of my uniform; his being a dark black. Poor guy was currently pushing himself to his knees after tripping over his own feet.

"That poor boy," Ochaco murmured, "I feel bad fer him."

I felt bad for him too. If I hadn't stopped us to make a kissy face at her, he probably wouldn't have fallen. Ochaco could've used her Quirk to catch his fall or I could've just grabbed him.

"Me too," I agreed, "Oh well. He's a guy. He'll get over it."

"Mean." Ochaco smiled.

I stuck my tongue out at her and took her hand, "It's what I do, babe. Now, let's go!"

"Okay!"

xXx

(2 hours later)

xXx

Finally, after a boring written test, we're getting down to business, the practical portion of the hero exam. I wouldn't say I did poorly in this written examination, unlike my lame-ass showing in the Chunin exams all those years ago, but I still wasn't the most academically gifted. I studied, though. Ochaco made sure of it.

How, you ask, given that I'm a stubborn bastard and she's no Sakura (though I've long since outgrown letting angry girls walk all over me). Simple. She's sexy and I happened to be a horny bastard with a two life libido that always needed satisfying. Enough said.

Anywho, after completing the written test we traversed through the main building and ended up at the auditorium, locating our seats near the top. Fortunately, every applicant from the same school was seated together, so ours were conveniently next to each other.

"What's this?" Ochaco asked, prying a card laying face down off the tabletop in front of our seats, "Battle Centre B?"

"Guess we'll find out," I said, picking up my own card to see a picture of myself, only my card read Battle Centre A, not B.

Ochaco agreed with a nod as we settled into our seats.

The lights dimmed all around once everyone was seated. Then lit up the stage down below, highlighting a punk rocker guy with blond hair styled as a volcano. I knew him as Present Mic. A pro hero who doubled as a radio host. I only knew him because I loved listening to his podcasts.

Present Mic was as hyped up on adrenaline as ever, pointing toward the heavens like he was holding a microphone, "Are you readyyyyyyyyy!" He roared with his trademark flair but was only met with stunned silence. He didn't let it bother him any, though, I had to give him credit for that. "I said are you readyyyyyy!"

Another silence greeted him like the king of a barren desert.

"He's a little weird," Ochaco commented with a finger on her chin.

Damn. Even Ochaco thought he sucked.

"Keeping it mellow, eh? That's cool. I'll just get right to the point!" He rolled with the punches like a pro. Behind him the screen flashed, depicting a few letters of the alphabet in colourful boxes, "Like your applications said, you rocking boys and girls will be duking it out in super urban settings! You'll all be assigned to a specific Battle Centre to rock and roll!"

"Ah, I see. They're splitting everyone up so we can't help our friends," I mumbled to Ochaco.

"Makes sense." She responded.

I wasn't worried about her. She's the first person I successfully gave Chakra to, super old man Sage of Six paths style. Pretty much right after she manifested her Quirk. Her Quirk was fine, but the thing is, it was completely limited in what it could do. Such was the downside of being born with only one ability. People were at a complete disadvantage in this world if their only ability was to pull out their eyeballs, just to use a random example. I had seen some weird powers since being born in this world.

That's why I wanted to open my own dojo one of the days, to give those average run-of-the-mill joes a fighting chance. Having Chakra was far more versatile than having one superpower. With Chakra, you could learn a whole host of techniques on top of having the benefit of being superhuman physically. I couldn't say the same for Quirk-users. Unless someone had a specific power Quirk, they were still just ordinary humans with an ability.

It was essentially like having a gun 24/7, which I only learned about in my second life.

"Gouge your eyes, my friends! Present Mic continued. The screen shifted to show three silhouettes numbered 1 to 3, "There are three types of faux villains in every Battle Centre! Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirks to swat these dastardly foes aside like a mid-song guitar solo!" He started wagging his finger as if chiding a child, "But check it! Make sure you keep things heroic because attacking other applicants is a big no-no, you dig!?"

A muscular student stood just then with a raised bulky arm, "Excuse me. I have a question."

"Hit me!" Present Mic shouted and a light shined on the blue-haired student.

"There were four faux-villains on the official printout. With your due respect, if this is a mistake on an official. U.A. material, then it is shameful. We are exemplary students who expect the best from Japan's most renowned school." Jeez. This guy had a major stick up his ass. He needed to cool it. It wasn't a big deal. For a second, I thought he took an issue with me when he turned to call out someone, but it was only the plain-looking kid Ochaco and I saw fall over earlier, "Additionally, you, there! With the unkempt hair!"

I heard a yelp.

"You've been muttering this whole time! Stop that! If you're here on a pleasure trip, you should leave immediately!"

Oh hell no. I wasn't about to take that. First, he interrupted the orientation to ask an unnecessary question and now he was calling out some poor kid. Fuck that. I gave him a piece of my mind before the kid could acquiesce, "Hey, how about you shut the fuck up!?" I roared, turning the boy's ire my way immediately. I felt multiple eyes on me but I pointedly ignored them, kicking my feet up on the desktop and throwing my hands grumpily behind my head.

"Excuse me?" He said like I was out of line.

"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, you ass. It's a damn assembly hall! He wasn't the only one muttering. I was, too, and I ain't sorry about it! So, how's about you take the stick outta your ass before I take it out for you, jackass!" I drilled him. He recoiled, affronted at my colourful vocabulary. Good. The guy was a major ass.

"Delinquent…" He scowled.

"If you know what I am, then you know I have no problem kicking your ass from here all the way to Chinatown, buddy. If you understand that much, sit your ass back down and shaddap before I sit you down myself," I glowered darkly at him.

"Alright, alright, listeners! Save that electrifying energy for the faux villains!" Present Mic stepped in. Another shadowy figure then shimmered into existence with the rest on-screen, "That last guy is worth zero points! He's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way. You can fight him but there's kinda no point!" Ha, take that, bastard. Now you just look like a whiny dickhead.

"I see. Thank you and sorry for the intrusion." The jackass bowed before glaring back in my direction. I flashed him the bird, ignoring my girlfriend's sheepish grin. I saw the boy the blue-haired jackass chewed out looking around, assuming he was searching for me. I smiled and he beamed back at me.

I felt good about myself.

It was always a good feeling standing up for the little guy.

After bidding Ochaco farewell, I changed into a set of workout clothes I sealed into a scroll, ocean blue sweatpants and an orange singlet. No matter how many times I'm reborn orange will always be my favourite colour, man. After changing in my desired gym clothes, I rode on top of the bus across U.A.'s sprawling landscape to my designated Battle Centre while everyone else sat inside.

Why was I on the roof, you ask? Just because.

I pointedly ignored the gossip of the other participants implying I was just being extra when I hopped off the top of the bus, taking a spot at the back row. It didn't really matter whether I went first or last on this occasion. My insane speed alone would be enough to blitz ahead of the rest anyway.

But holy shit. U.A. really was elite. I stared up at nothing short but a small town behind a pair of enormous doors. It might have been as big as Kamurocho where Ochaco and I are living after leaving our hometown Sotenbori up in Osaka.

"U.A. must be loaded to afford something like this," I said aloud in quiet awe, patiently waiting for the gates to creak open. An excited smirk cut across my lips when a light peeked through, signifying the start of the practical exams, "Here we go, baby!"

"Are you ready!" I heard Present Mic yell over the speakers and the gates opened fully. All but one noisy applicant with an explosion Quirk readied themselves for a countdown that never came, "What're you waiting for? There's no countdown in this scenario! Get moving!"

I blinked, "There isn't?" Everyone else was already rushing into the Battle Centre. "Guess there isn't." I shrugged and took off, obliterating the very ground from the pure velocity and force of my immense speed. I left everyone frozen stiff in my wake, including the guy with the explosive Quirk. I'm sure they didn't expect someone like me to possess such speed after I ran my mouth to that stuck up elitist prick.

I found my target in a matter of seconds. Or I should say it found me, stupidly enough on its part. It rolled through a building, looking like a green version of Rob from Smash bros with a turret gun. I shattered it instantly with a swift kick without even utilizing any of my Chakra. So easy.

I then formed my favourite hand sign, "Tajuu Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Multi Shadow Clone Technique)!" I roared, a massive cloud of smoke bursting into existence. "Spread out and destroy any robots you can find!" I bellowed orders to a dozen clones. They chorused in an enthusiastic "Yosh" and dematerialized in bursts of super speed. I followed suit soon after, leaving stunned participants behind.

The next several minutes consisted of me and my clones absolutely destroying any faux villain we could find. I'm pretty sure I might've broken the record for most robots destroyed at the rate I was going. Actually, on second thought, scratch that! I was positive I had smashed the previous record out of the park, homerun style, baby. I had decimated around thirty of the jerks myself, not even counting the ones my clones found and annihilated, although I caught a few of them helping out a few of the other applicants like the good Samaritans they were.

Hell, I saved a pony Gaijin girl from fallen debris myself. U.A. was serious. It didn't occur to me until I saved the Gaijin girl just how dangerous this exam was. It seriously was the culling. U.A. only wanted the very best Quirks capable of subduing villains and rescuing helpless civilians, that much was obvious from this exam. People could dream big but if they didn't have the power, they'd ultimately be out of their element here.

That strengthened my resolve to spread Chakra around the world. I wanted everyone to be on a relatively equal plane field from the get-go.

I baulked when the ground buckled beneath my feet. It felt like an earthquake was happening, "What the hell?" I muttered. When I felt a strange cooling shade eclipse everything in sight, I turned, whistling in amazement at a giant robot raising up from the ground like the undead. It looked like a robotic dinosaur. It clicked to me that this was the hurdle Present Mic warned us about, "I get it. This must be that zero-pointer Present Mic was talking about."

It clicked for everyone else too because they turned and ran for the hills. I, on the other hand, stood my ground, staring up at my foe in quiet confidence.

"Could go for a bit of a workout," I smirked.

Someone apparently didn't like the idea of me hogging the spotlight though, "Get out of my way, you cat-faced bastard!" I turned an annoyed look on a paled, blond-haired boy with enraged red eyes, the very explosion boy who was initially ahead of the pack until I overtook him. "I'm not letting you upstage me!"

Who the fuck was this guy? He was lucky we were forbidden to attack other applicants otherwise I would've slapped him upside the head for that shit.

Oh well. Since the zero-pointer was worth a grand total of zero points, I just watched him fly with his explosions, impressively launching himself skyward as though he was using a jetpack, easily reaching the zero-pointer's countenance. He then cupped his hands together like he was pulling off a Kamehameha, powering an explosive wave over the zero-pointer with a belligerent bellow of, "DIE!"

"Damn. That guy has issues. Reminds me of Vegeta from Dragonball," I mused. See what I meant about the references? "Well, at least he has some walk to back up his talk-." As soon as I said this, a metallic arm swatted aside the charred smoke away from the zero-pointer's face, trapping the angry-faced young man in its claw, "Whoops. Never mind. He's just a bitch."

I sincerely contemplated just leaving him to be crushed in the behemoth's clutches, but I figured that wouldn't be very heroic so I reluctantly chose to help him. Only, I didn't have to. My clones had the same idea, as two of them freed the screaming guy from the zero-pointer while another one smashed the robotic dinosaur into the ground with a giant Rasengan, washing it in a sea of flames from an epic blast. I imagined it looked like a Genki Dama (Spirit Bomb) to the other applicants, who stopped and gawked at the power of my clone. The doppelgangers I created only had a mere fraction of my power. (Not like they needed anymore to deal with these fodder bots)

"No fucking way," The blond hothead whispered beside me when my clones dropped him off and dispersed.

"So, that didn't work out as you planned, now did it?" I teased him. He didn't respond, petrified gaze still locked on the dying flames of the zero-pointer's fiery extinction.

A horn blared across the vicinity, probably signalling the end of the exam.

"That's a rep, folks!" Present Mic announced.

"Oh, sweet. We're done." I didn't bother checking on the blond hothead, coolly sauntering off amidst the startled gazes.

A week passed before Ochaco and I got our exam results, though I was supremely confident we passed with flying colours. We were smart enough to pass the written exam and strong enough to walk the practical exam. Ochaco told me she didn't have a problem wiping out her zero-pointer either.

"Ready?" I inquired, shooting her determined stare an inquisitive look before glimpsing down at a letter with a fancy red stamp emblazoned with the U.A. insignia on our round table. I'm assuming because we lived together, they didn't feel the need to send two letters out.

"Ready!" She confirmed with a nod, knees on a pillow. We didn't have any chairs. We sat and slept on the floor, Japanese-style. Our futon was folded neatly in the corner and opposite to that sat a widescreen 50 inch on a low TV stand with the latest consoles below that.

"Sweet." I ripped the letter in half since I didn't feel a sheet of paper but rather a piece of metal, "Interesting." I said, staring down at a grey chunk of metal no bigger than a cup holder. Before we could wonder how it worked, it activated, lighting up our room in a faint blue holographic glow.

"I. Am." A ridiculously buffed guy sporting a complete yellow suit stood behind some cheesy game show set-up, long hair as blond as mine with two bangs protruding from it like rabbit ears. He had a chiselled face and beady little pitch-black sharp sclera, hiding his strikingly blue eyes. He heavily resembled a throwback shounen hero from the 80s. Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star or any JoJo's Bizarre Adventures protagonist from parts 1 to 3 would've fit his image perfectly, "In holographic form!"

"It's All Might!" Ochaco stated, elated.

"Who?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. I never cared about following the latest heroes. I only knew Present Mic because I liked his podcasts.

Ochaco looked at me like I had grown a second head, "Y'know, the number one hero? I swear, Naru-kun. Ya really live under a rock." Ouch. Girl could be crazy blunt when she wanted to.

I pouted, earning a sympathetic pat on the head from my girlfriend. I'm not a dog, girl.

Hologram All Might seemed to wait before continuing, "Young Uzumaki! Young Uraraka! Marvellous performances, both of you! You both performed adequately enough on the written exam but it's the practical exam where you really shined! With 340 and 220 villain points respectively, you've completely blown my old high score out of the water!"

"Yosh!" We chorused, high-fiving each other.

"And that's all the while fulfilling the hidden quota we strategically neglected mentioning in the printout!" That doused our excitement. Hidden quota? This was obviously the first time we were hearing about it. Curiosity peeked, we leaned closer toward the hologram of one of Ochaco's favourite heroes, "You see, we were secretly grading students on their heroic actions."

"Oh, I get it." Ochaco muttered underneath her breath like the hologram could hear her. It was a hologram, girl. Just use your normal voice. "So that's why those faux-villains were so tough. They wanted ta see if anyone went outta their way ta help those in need." The less fortunate as it were. I grinned, remembering Kakashi-sensei's 'look underneath the underneath' lesson.

All Might fisted his hips, "With 100 rescue points awarded to young Uzumaki and 80 rescue points awarded to young Uraraka, that brings your overall score to a grand total of 440 and 300 points respectively! Two new U.A. high scores! Congratulations young Uzumaki and young Uraraka! U.A. welcomes you into the hero courses with open arms!" Our eyes glistened in supreme elation. All Might ended on the school's signature catchphrase, striking a strong-armed pose as though he were trying to rip his shirt off, "Always remember, GO BEYOND! PLUS ULTRA!"

Thus, the light faded, signifying the end of the recorded video call.

A second passed.

Then another.

A lone of water dripped harmlessly into the sink from our kitchen's tap.

Then finally, we exploded, standing emphatically and embracing each other in joy, "Alright!" Ochaco sang, "We're finally on our way ta being heroes."

"About time, too," I remarked in annoyance I didn't really feel at the moment. I was still peeved that we had to wait fifteen years until we could finally start doing hero stuff. Back in my old life, I could've graduated from the academy when I was nine or ten had Kurama not fucked with my Chakra control, resulting in me failing the exam every time I was recommended ahead of my classmates. Being a dumbass at the time didn't help either. Had I just studied, I could've aced the written exam instead, thereby making the failure to execute the Bunshin Jutsu moot. Making three perfect illusory clones wasn't a prerequisite after all. I mean, just look at Lee. He couldn't do ninjutsu at all and he still passed the graduation exam.

I was just dumb despite being the strongest of my generation. Sasuke was just more skilful. Being skilful was the only way he could keep up with my sheer physicality and athleticism. Otherwise, I'd have bodied him.

I was a great asset to Konoha with my endurance but I was just both lazy and handicapped (by Kurama) to overcome my weakness, so I ended up just about graduating with everyone instead.

I shook off my irritation. This wasn't the time for sulking. It was the time for celebrating. I lifted Ochaco up, spinning her around in a 360, "What's say I fix us up some ramen to celebrate?"

Ochaco's eyes lit up immediately, "Ahhhh! Really?"

I chuckled, "Really."

She hugged me tightly, "You're the best boy a girl could ask for, Naru-kun."

"I know."

Omake: Ochaco's POV

I wished my boyfriend good luck with a kiss and headed out to my assigned Battle Centre on a bus. Man, U.A. was really something else. It had an entire city's landscape all to itself, realistic depictions of small cities as training sites.

Right! I steeled my resolve. This was just the place I wanted to be to become a hero so I could give my parents the easy life they deserved.

I swapped out my school uniform for a white and black tracksuit before getting on the bus. I was so ready fer this, clenching my fist and staring at the towering gates blocking entry to Battle Centre B.

Not sure why, but I was kinda expecting a "start" when the doors parted, so it took me a second ta recover when Present Mic just told us ta kick our butts into gear. That was fine, though. With all the training Naru-kun gave me over the years throughout my childhood catching and overtaking the pack was easy. Havin' Chakra was like a cheat code.

I left everyone in my dust with my Chakra infused limbs as I exploded down the street. I found my first target like in a second, a 3 pointer rolling out from a back alley with a turret gun loaded up and ready to fire.

My fist glowed blue, the essence of the energy Naru had imbued into me around the same time my Quirk manifested before I drove it hard into its face, effortlessly shattering it like so much fine China, "Alright! That's one!" I said aloud, turning into a blur of speed before the others could catch up to me.

I decided ta be like Naru and just totally wing it, racing here, there and everywhere in a matter of seconds. Hey, it totally worked! I found and obliterated scores of robotic faux-villains effortlessly, amassing at least forty points in just three minutes. It was so easy I almost cried!

I was startled when I heard a whimper to my left. When I looked in that direction I saw that plain-looking boy from earlier, the one who tripped over his own feet. He looked totally paralysed while a three-pointer charged him down.

I had ta do sumthin. Like, I knew it wouldn't earn me any extra points, but I wanted ta be the kinda hero who rescued those in need, like Thirteen. I sped through several hand signs in seconds, letting the chakra flow through my body, "Fuuton: Kazekiri no Jutsu (Wind Style: Wind Blade Technique)." I called, launching a blade of wind from my arm into the three-pointer and eviscerating it.

The boy stood bewildered at the robot's sudden demise.

"Hey," I hollered, jogging up to him, "Ya okay? Sorry, I took yer kill. It looked like ya were in danger so I figured ya wouldn't mind." He didn't respond. I'm guessing he was still a little spooked. Turning, I bid him farewell, "Okay, good luck. Y'can do it!" I tried, hoping to spur him on. I didn't wait fer him ta reply anymore and sped away. It mighta looked like I teleported ta his eyes.

I ended up helpin' loads more people. Some trapped under fallen debris and others surrounded by faux villains. My heart went out fer them. This really was survival of the fittest; the culling to weed out the unworthy. Only the very best of the best with powerful Quirks would pass the practical exam. I can see why they called U.A. the best school in Japan with standards this high.

"Alright, folks! There's only five minutes remaining! One last chance to amass any points!" I heard Present Mic cheerfully shout over the speakers.

I strolled to a stop on a pavement, taking a moment to catch my breath, "Think I've done enough ta pass now."

Curse of the commentator, was it? It mighta been. The ground beneath my feet rambled, catching me off guard, "Huh?" I uttered, staring up in curiosity at a huge pyramid of dust rising from the ground, parting to reveal another green robot. The only difference being it was a giant behemoth, its massive arms swatting big chunks of debris off of a few buildings near me.

Before I could wonder if this was the zero-pointer Present Mic recommended we all ignore, I had ta react quickly when one of the fallen debris came plummeting toward me. I yelped girlishly, infusing my fist with Chakra and striking the air with an uppercut like I was pulling off a Shoryuken, generating a powerful air blast that completely incinerated the debris.

Everyone was preoccupied running away from the titanic zero-pointer to notice my power, although the boy Naru almost picked a fight with did steal a brief glimpse of bewilderment at me before galloping away.

"Hmmm. I know I won't get any points fer takin' this thing out, but I should do sumthin. Someone else might get hurt." Like I almost was. Man, If it wasn't fer Naru-kun making me powerful, I woulda gotten crushed by the debris and been a damsel in distress. I shuddered at the cliche thought before looking back at the retreating applicants, once more spotting the plain-looking boy with messy green hair frozen stiff on the floor. My eyes lowered in sympathy. I really hope Naru-kun opened a dojo ta give more people Chakra. It's so sad ta see people with so little power but with big dreams of being a hero all the same.

I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes and steeled my features, inhaling deeply and holding in the intake of air. My body glowed a bright pink, becoming weightless like a feather and floating up, swerving around the zero-pointer's clutches and reaching its head. I released my breath, imbuing my fist with more Chakra. It was as though a tornado had occurred when I powered my fist into its metal face, tearing it to pieces and ruining the land beyond. A few buildings tilted over like bowling pins.

An eerie silence descended over the Battle Centre even before I touched the ground. I could tell already everyone's eyes were on me. Bet they didn't expect a girl ta be that strong.

Self-consciously, I rubbed my arm, averting my gaze from everyone's gawking eyes and made my way over to the plain-looking boy, "Um, y'okay? Yer not hurt, are ya?"

He gaped openly before finding the words to sputter, "U-Um, y-yeah, thanks." I beamed a smile at him, turning his face a hot red. It took him a second to scramble another reply, "Um, you're really strong."

"Oh, that!?" I enthused, flexing a bicep before preparing to wax lyrical on my boyfriend, "That's nothing compared to what my boyfriend can do. He's a hundred times stronger than me."

"Your boyfriend?" He mused, drawing a nod from me, "You mean that guy who defended me in the auditorium, right?"

"That's the one!" I snapped my fingers, "He's too nice, always willing to stand up fer those in need despite his rough exterior."

He beamed, "Tell him I said arigato!"

"Will do!" I insisted energetically.

We stood in a bit of awkward silence until I chose to try and remind him about the exam we were currently participating in, "So, um. Shouldna ya be..." I tried nudging him on.

He got the message asap, "Oh. right! The exam. Thanks for reminding me!" He hurried, turning and throwing a hand over his shoulder, "Still have to get at least one point!" He only got a few feet from me at the speed of a gifted Olympic runner before an alarm blared, signalling the end of the exam amidst Present Mic's cheerful voice. He tripped, plummeting despairingly on his face. "It's over."

My heart went out for him but I didn't know what ta say. I couldna just said "betta luck next time" because that woulda felt like a slap in the face ta him and if there's one thing I've learned from Naru-kun it's that ya don't try offer a man sympathy, so I just said nothing, giving him a sympathetic look as I walked away from him.

And that's it. Midoriya will be around in some capacity, but he, unfortunately, won't be in the hero course for some time yet sadly. I briefly considered giving Chakra to both him and Bakugou, but then I thought "Nah. Fuck them."