Meister56: This is a different story altogether, but there will likely be some overlapping arcs. I definitely wouldn't just call this a rewrite because of all the changes, but I also wouldn't say the Revamp is dead juuust yet. Because ya know, MHA could kick back into high gear and I might want to get involved XD This story however, is much more prone to jump the rails and go full AU on us at any time. Because I want a story where I can actively do timeskips and break some rules without worrying about canonicity, going through my Gwenom Avengers story where the character progressed over the course of like 5-7 years made me realize I like having the characters age. Hard to do in a shonen where we are about to hit season 4 and even the manga hasn't finished year 1 of their school time.

Also! I'm gonna try to spice things up with this story to give the OCs more flair. So I'll probably assign them theme music once they hit their big moments lol

Season One: Episode I

Welcome to Class 1-Z

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Kaiji Adachi

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The weeks went by quickly, and it wasn't long before the day finally arrived. I was on a train heading for the prefecture UA was located in. Wearing a nice pair of jeans and black shirt, they hadn't given us any kind of uniform or said we needed one. Just sent a pass to get through security, and instructions on where to go once we arrived. I suppose I wasn't going to be acknowledged as a real student, not yet anyways. But maybe I was overthinking it, we might just get our uniforms at school... Right?

The train pulled to a stop, it was 3:00pm now, I had thirty minutes to reach the school and find my class. Hopefully tardiness wasn't reason enough to kick me out, but I had no way to be sure so why risk it? Quickly making my up the hill, I soon came upon the wall and gate of UA. Scanners up above would make sure I had the right ID to get in, so I took a deep breath and made my way inside.

There were a lot of other students making their way out, some giving me a curious passing glance. All of them clad in UA uniforms, many chatting about their first day at school here. I could tell apart the freshmen and senior students easily enough, not just the size difference but the way the freshmen had that glimmer in their eyes. Like me, I'm sure they were all so excited to really be here after all their hard work.

Of course, they were the ones that actually deserved to be here, I suppose...

Shaking off the negative thoughts, I continued inside. Passing through hallway after hallway, heading to the classroom I'd been assigned. Though, it looked more like I was heading away from the other classes... Maybe that was intentional? Either way, by the time I found my room, I was standing before some kind of double doors. Like the kind that lead into a gym, or auditorium. The middle-school I'd gone too before this didn't have anything like that, couldn't really afford it I think.

Pushing open the doors, I was met with a massive auditorium. No tables or desks anywhere to be seen, even the stage at the far end was empty. However, I did see a handful of other teens standing around. They didn't seem to notice me, so I made my way over to them. As I got closer, and got a better look at them, I realized what a colorful group I'd be working with.

The first person I noticed was a girl, standing well over six feet tall, likely closer to seven. She had broad shoulders and pale skin, thick black hair rolling down her back. Most notable from this distance however, was the fact that she had four arms, two connected with double joints at each shoulder. She wore a custom made black compression shirt that was fitted to her unique shape, and worn jeans and sneakers. She didn't seem to be socializing much with the others, and appeared both bored and annoyed.

Next was a boy, fair skinned with long blonde hair bound back into a pony-tail and sporting a pair of white feathered wings from his back. He looked like some kind of angel, dressed in a yellow hoodie with blue jeans. He seemed to notice me approach, and turned towards me with a big smile waving and giving me a look at his golden eyes. "Hey! You must be the last one we're waiting for."

And just like that, all eyes turned on me. I barely even had time to reply before a small figured appeared in front of me. "Agh!" I yelped in shock, stumbling back and staring down at her. This one might actually be the strangest of all, now that I got a closer look at her.

"Sup tall guy?" She was short, maybe only five feet tall, maybe a few inches less. But for some reason, she looked like she was... Two dimensional? Like, her skin was completely black and she filled out her clothes but nothing had any visible definition, like she was a silhouette. Her hair was a pale white, and her face had no features. It was an empty void aside from her grinning mouth. "So you're our fifth?" Her mouth didn't move when she spoke, but it did vanish and replace the surface of her face with a big white question mark. She was wearing a baggy red jacket with a white shirt underneath and black shorts. Topping off the look was a ball cap tilted sideways on her head, she honestly looked like a little thug.

"Fifth?" I repeated, quickly looking around. "I only see three other people." I pointed out, "But uh, yeah I guess I am."

"Oh right, Sen just went to the bathroom." She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Face returning to that unmoving grin, "Names Sonzai, Sonzai Suru."

Huh, alright then. "I'm Kaiji Adachi, nice to meet you." I offered with a polite smile, despite her appearance she seemed nice enough.

"Don't be so sure." Suru replied with a chuckle, before looking to the others. "Angel boy is Haiyasu Mako, scary girl is Shikemono Ryoko." Before she gave me a playful nudge, "But she loves being called Ryo."

Yeah something about that grin told me she was lying, "Right, sure." Probably a great way to get punched too.

"Call me Ryo again and I'll put you through that wall." Ryoko answered with a grunt, all four arms crossed as she glared over at us with sharp red eyes. I noticed now that she had claws too, like me, and sharp canines. The way she looked me over kinda gave me the impression I was being sized up, was this girl looking for a fight?

"Gotta catch me first." Suru replied, releasing an amused chuckle, seemingly unphased by Ryoko's threats.

It was then that the door at the far end of the room opened once again. And in stepped another girl, this one was... Exceptionally average compared to the rest of us. She stood at a typical height for someone her age maybe a few inches shorter than me, with short blue hair hanging just past her ears and light brown skin. Wearing a plain t-shirt and baggy sweatpants like she was about to go to the gym. I could see she had an athletic build too, she carried herself with a steady stride of confidence.

"You must be Sen," I figured as she joined us. "Kaiji Adachi."

She nodded with a polite smile and offered a hand, "Yep, that's me, sick scales lizard boy." She added, smile turning into a grin.

Making me chuckle, "Thanks, so has our teacher shown up yet or-"

As if on cue, I was interrupted by a different door opening. This one up behind the stage, and out onto it stepped that familiar tired looking man. The one from the message, holding a clipboard with numerous papers on it. We all turned to face him, remaining silent as he looked us over and checked the paper. "Hmm... Good, you all came." He said, nodding slowly. "If you don't remember me, I am Shota Aizawa and I'll be teaching this class... All of you step forward and get in a line."

And we obeyed, taking a few steps closer to the stage and lining up so we were all standing at attention before him. "So do we roll over now?" Suru's voice chimed from the end of the row, heavy with sarcasm.

But Aizawa didn't even seem to acknowledge her. "The five of you are going to spend the next month being put through the wringer," He began, carrying an edge of authority in his voice. "By all rights, you failed to get into UA, for one reason or another whether it was poor combat performance, bad test scores... Or bad attitude," I could tell he was either looking at Suru or Ryoko. "Or maybe it was a combination of things, either way... You shouldn't be in this school, the only reason you're standing here is because there is potential in each and every one of you, even if it's only a little."

This guy wasn't exactly great at motivating people was he? Not in a very positive way at least...

His face twisted into a smirk, "So its my job to drag that potential out of you, and if you can't show me anything worth training... Well, you'll be going home." He explained, "And there will be no more chances here."

There was no complaining from us... Well, most of us. "This is such bullshit," Ryoko scoffed, glaring back at Aizawa. "My scores were good, I should be in your top class not slumming it here with these rejects."

"Sounds like someone thinks highly of herself." Suru said, making sure it was loud enough to be heard by everyone. And I couldn't help but agree.

Aizawa however, had his gaze fixed on Ryoko. Before replying, "No, she is correct... Ryoko had exceptionally high scores in practical portion of the entrance exam, and above average scores in the written portion."

"See?" She glared down the row at Suru, "So why am I here?"

"Because you are by the far least heroic person I have ever seen take the entrance exam." Aizawa answered with a sharp tone, "I reviewed your footage, and to let you walk in the same class as my students? That would be a disgrace, even the lowest scoring students in my own Hero Course class have more potential than you." He scoffed at her harshly. "Until you've gotten a change in attitude and behavior, this class is your only chance."

Now that was interesting, but as much as I'd like to hear the details it didn't seem like Aizawa was going to give them. And his tongue lashing seemed to shut up Ryoko, leaving us in an uncomfortable silence. "S-So uh..." Before Mako spoke, "What exactly are we going to be doing here?"

The teachers gaze shifted to him, and Mako visibly flinched. "You've got till the end of this month to prove to me you are worth keeping here." He answered, "Even if you succeed, that doesn't mean you join the main hero course, just that you've extended your time here, you'll be put through harsh training to develop both your skills, quirks, and academics... If any of you fall behind, you're out, no questions asked, no special allowances." He wasn't kidding was he? No more chances... "For most of you, maybe all of you, this next month is the end of the line... But who knows, maybe you'll surprise me." Yeah I don't think he really believed that. "All our classes will be four hour sessions, and today is just an introduction, we are going to start with getting to know each other and your quirks, but the real work starts tomorrow."

So we aren't really getting into it yet? Alright, "So are we doing that here? Or..."

"We'll be heading out to the training field," Aizawa corrected me quickly, "If you'll all follow me, we can get this started..."

. . .

Nobody said much during the trek out to the training fields. Maybe it was because of our close proximity to Aizawa, and nobody wanted to be targeted by his harsh words or judgement. But the only person to speak at all was Suru, who I was learning had a real knack for running her mouth. Taking every opportunity to get in a jab or give her two cents. I couldn't tell if she was really fearless of any sort of repercussions, or if she was just a compulsive smartass... Probably both.

"This field is huge," I pointed out, looking across the range. Other students doing laps around some of the tracks, some just hanging around and chatting. "The park near my apartment isn't even this big..." I felt nervous, knowing that so many people might be watching.

"This is where we'll train most of the time, and where I'll be examining your Quirks today." Aizawa stated simply, "So tomorrow when we really get started I can have a proper method of evaluating where you need the most work." Okay, that sounds simple enough. "Some of you are obvious, others I'll need to be sure, the entrance exam wasn't a great testing ground for individual assessment... Now who would like to go first?"

Nobody seemed eager to step forward, all our eyes darting between one another to see who would take the first step. We were all nervous? Or did none of us want to be Aizawa's first spectacle? Hard to say...

"Ryoko, if you would please." The teacher said suddenly, "Since we have no volunteers."

"Alright fine, you babies." The aggressive girl rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "I'll go first, I'm probably the only one here with a Quirk worth looking at anyways."

Aizawa ignored her remarks and simply made notes on his board. "Activate your Quirk, and explain what you can do."

"No problem," She smirked wickedly, flashing her sharpened canines. "My Quirk is called The Beast!" She tensed up suddenly, muscles bulging across her body as her hair changed colors, going to a pale grey. She grew a few inches in size, claws and fangs growing as well, her hair bristling. "My speed and strength increase by at least double what they are in my base form," She stated, her voice sounding more guttural and animalistic. "Basically, what's already better then the rest of you, gets even stronger!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that, she was definitely in for a reality check once I got up there. I was really excited to shut her up. Wait, was that the point? Was that why Aizawa called her up first? He had to know she'd taunt us...

"And how long can you maintain this form?" Aizawa questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

"Long enough." She grunted defensively in response.

"I need a number."

"... I don't know." Or she just didn't want to admit it, maybe her stamina wasn't all that impressive for all her boasting.

To which Aizawa smirked, "Guess its time to find out, remain in that form while we go through the others." His eyes darting down the line, "Mako, you're up."

"Y-Yes sir." He nodded, stepping forward and spreading his wings while Ryoko returned to the line. "My Quirk is called Angel, I can fly and have some healing abilities." He explained, speaking very formal, he seemed like a polite guy. "Unlike Recovery Girl, my healing drains my stamina, not the one I'm healing."

"Noted." Aizawa nodded, "How fast can you fly? And for how long?"

"Oh uh..." He shifted nervously, "I'm not sure for how long, but my top speed at the moment is sixty miles per hour."

Damn, that's faster than I expected. "Good, you may rejoin the others... Adachi, your turn."

"Right," I nodded and stepped forward towards the center. "My quirk is called Lizard, I have increased strength and durability, as well as some regenerative capabilities... Along with some other reptilian abilities like smelling the air with my tongue." I explained, "And I can also do this." Tensing up my muscles, gritting my teeth, I began to grow in size. Shifting from six feet to eight feet tall, as my muscles swelled and my jaw reshaped slowly. My scales became much thicker, while my tail extended as well. Luckily my clothes were made to stretch with me. "This is... My Croc form..." I explained through grit teeth in my elongated snout, already feeling the muscle strain. "My strength goes up a lot in this form but... I'm really slow, and I can't maintain it for very long."

"How long." Aizawa didn't seem interested in the rest.

"M-Maybe a minute?" I admitted, before releasing the power, letting myself shrink back down as I panted heavily. "I-I only figured it out, a few months ago..." The main reason I failed the entrance exam, transforming and burning through my stamina before I had the chance to earn more than a few points. Looking back at the others, I noticed a few looks of surprise. While the face of Ryoko was strained from being forced to maintain her transformation, but she also looked annoyed by my own changes. Maybe because I was bigger than her?

"Hmm... Alright, go back to the others... Suru, get up here." I cleared the field on command, while Suru grinned.

"Yessir." She answered with a mock salute, before popping out of existence and appearing where I'd been standing. So she had some kind of teleportation Quirk? "My Quirk is called Glitch, and it gives me all kinds of neat little abilities... Nothing so flashy as super strength or big transformations though." She shrugged.

"Yes, I noticed during the Exam..." Aizawa seemed to drift off into thought for a moment. "You, I think, will require some special evaluation... Of your unique abilities," What was that supposed to mean? "Go join the others, we'll move on for now."

"Sure thing boss." She shrugged, hands in her pockets before she popped out of existence and appeared beside us again. It was only then that I realized not just me, but every one of us was staring down at her. "What?"

"Sen, your turn." Aizawa ordered, "Come on, you're wasting our time."

"Right, sorry," She bowed her head respectfully and began making her way to the front. "So uh, my Quirk is a little shy..." Sen explained, scratching the back of her head, "I don't really have a name for it yet, and I don't really know what activates it but... Its an augmentation type, increases my speed and strength."

"Right..." Aizawa was looking at whatever notes he already had on her. "You were completely unable to destroy any bots during the practical exam... Yet your school teachers assured the Principal that your Quirk was very powerful... So what's the deal, you just can't control it?"

Interesting problem to have, "Something like that... Controlling it when it's active is easy!" Sen assured, "Its just... Really hard to activate, or I don't know how to properly activate it yet... Sorry."

"Apologies don't give me results," Aizawa sighed and shook his head. "Alright, be back here at 3:30 tomorrow, I'll have proper tests prepared to measure your abilities... And Sen, if you can't make your Quirk activate tomorrow, you're done... As is anyone else that doesn't produce a good score tomorrow, so I suggest you bring your A game."

Ouch, "Y-Yes sir..." She answered, bowing her head once more to him. "I understand."

"Good, you're all dismissed." Aizawa didn't seem at all bothered by potentially crushing dreams, this guy was kind of a jerk wasn't he?

"Well at least we're ending on a high note." Suru sarcastically chimed in.

"Hmph, 'A-Game'." Ryoko grunted, arms crossed, "That's the only kind of game I got, you chumps are done for." Before she began walking off as she changed back to normal. I could tell she was trying to hide the fact her breathing had become heavier.

Sen was already on her way as well, likely in for a stressful evening. "I guess... I'm heading home too." I shrugged, not really much of a first class... Just an introduction to the group.

"Oh, and by the way." Aizawa spoke up, making us stop, "Welcome to Class 1-Z."

Strangely enough, I wasn't feeling very welcome...