AN: This was done much quicker than I thought it would, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or anything to/affiliated with DC comics.
"A quirk assessment?" The entirety of Class 1-A wondered as they stood outside in the sports field* right beside the U.A main building. Each of them was wearing the blue jumpsuit and were nervous about what was to come. Not that some of them would show it. "But what about orientation? We're going to miss it." The brown-haired girl, Uraraka, whined.
"If your going to make it in the big leagues you can't mess around with pointless things like ceremonies." Aizawa said this with such ease and quickness that Dick was pretty sure he had done something like this many times before, with the same mix of curiosity and outrage from his students.
"Here at U.A we're not tethered to traditions." He turned his head so that the students of Class 1-A could see half of his face, at least that part that wasn't covered by his unruly hair.
"That means that I can run my class however I see fit." Aizawa faced his class, hand in his pockets and as calm as could be, "You've been taking standardized tests for most of your lives," he held up a phone. On its screen was a long list of tasks seen in the standardized fitness tests taken in all schools across the nation. "but you've never been able to use your quirks before. The country is still trying to pretend that we're all made equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn."
Dick looked around at the others around him, the pink skinned girl and the spiky red head, and noted the look of anticipation on their faces, those two were just waiting to show off just what they could do.
"Bakugo, you got the highest score on the entrance exam," Dick couldn't stop his eyebrows raising in disbelief. It seemed the brat had some power to back up his claim of being number one, but it was only with robots. He couldn't help but wonder how well he would do against a real opponent. Maybe I can get him to spar me, he thought. "what was the farthest distant throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa finished, Dick was too caught up with his thoughts of sparring Sparky to care about the question.
"Sixty-seven meters, I think." Bakugo responded, only mildly interested.
"Good, now try it with your quirk." The blonde stepped forwards and walked into the circle behind Aizawa, who watched him get into place and tossed him a ball.
"Anything goes," Dick zoned back into the conversation when Aizawa announced this, "just stay in the circle." Bakugo continued to look at his teacher, unsure if he heard the man right.
"Hurry up, your wasting time."
He stretched and prepared to throw the soft ball, "Alright, man, you asked for it." It took him only a second to throw the ball with a loud shout, "DIE!" The ball launched into the air, a quick explosion from Bakugo's hand pushing it farther than sixty-seven meters.
Greenie looked worried as he whispered to himself, "Die…"
'Glad to know I'm not the only one concerned about the jackass and his attitude.
Aizawa, seemingly unconcerned about what the blonde said, addressed the others, "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." he turned around as the ball landed a fair distance away and lifted up the screen, it boldly read seven-hundred and five point two meters, the distance that the ball had travelled. "It's the only rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."
Many of the more vocal students let out a gasp.
Dick noted the excited responses of the others but paid more attention to the presence he felt watching them. Whoever it was had just begun watching them and wasn't very good at hiding where they were. A quick glance over his shoulder allowed Dick to glance at the perpetrator, someone with two 'bunny ears' of golden hair and a grin on their face.
'I didn't realize All Might was teaching here.' He mentally kicked himself for his lack of knowledge. He should've done a deeper search into the staff and teachers of U.A High School, then he wouldn't be caught off guard. Deciding to spend his day after school doing a much more through look into U. A's system, Dick put his attention back onto Aizawa, all the while making sure to stay wary of All Might watching them. He may act like an idiot in the public, but surely someone with that much experience as a hero would be able to spot an assassin. Dick had to watch his movements and make sure not to act too hostile in any of the tasks, it was a good thing none of them involved fighting anyone.
'Knowing my luck Aizawa will make an exception and tell everyone to partner up and fight.' He thought, but that was something he would have to deal with, if not now then later into the school year. For now, all he could do was focus on the task at hand, throwing a softball and listening to Aizawa.
"-think its all going to be all games and playtime?" the scarfed man rhetorically asked, "Idiots." He whispered to himself in a sentiment that Dick couldn't' help but agree with. The real world wouldn't be kind to heroes who couldn't do anything but goof off. "Today you are going to go against each other and prove to me that you belong here. You will complete eight tasks using your quirks however you want to show me that you have potential. Whoever comes in last, has none and will be expelled immediately."
Dick tried to hide his outrage. He had to pass these tests and be a step above last place. While he could beat the other students, and possibly Aizawa, in a real fight, these tests would put him at a disadvantage. They were meant for people to use their quirks in a flashy way and show off what made them a future hero. Without a quirk, he would have to work double time and be even more resourceful than normal.
The other members of Class 1-A were just as shocked as he was and it seemed some, especially Green, were starting to get nervous. Looking to his right, Dick saw Green staring at his hand, fear shining in his eyes.
Aizawa saw their fear and seemed to relish in it, "Like I said, I decide how this class runs. Understand! If that's a problem, you can leave right now." The only brave enough to speak against their teacher was Uraraka, "You can't send one of us home, I mean," she stuttered when he glared at her, "we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair."
"Oh and you think natural disasters are?" He responded, sarcastically. She gasped, unprepared for his bluntness. "Or power-hungry villains? Hm." He continued, "Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro then you need to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years U.A will throw one terrible hardship after the other at you, so go beyond, Plus Ultra style." He lifted one finger and beckoned at them, "Show me you have what it takes to be here." His speech instilled resolve into the others and gave Dick a peek into their teacher's personality.
'That guy seems like a big softy. He talks a big game and I don't doubt that he'll expel someone he thinks doesn't have potential, but he doesn't do it out of hate," he thought, "this guy does it because he doesn't want us to get hurt in the future. Where some heroes only do it for the money, it seems Eraserhead does it for the kids.' He let a small grin show on his face, 'I can respect that.'
"Let the games begin."
The tests went as expected, none of them allowed Dick to use his skills to their fullest extent or in a very innovative way. For the fifty meter dash he came in 17th place, but he learned the quirks of his classmates and filed them for future reference in the back of his mind. He also learned to stay away from the naval laser guy, Ayoama or Gem as he was referred to in Dick's mind, at least until he learned to hold back against his instincts. The touchy feely-ness of Gem could lead to him getting hurt if Dick wasn't careful.
Next came the grip test, and once again, he didn't get in last place but wasn't in the top either. Too many of the other students had strength-based quirks that made it hard for a 'normal' person like him to keep up with their power.
Then it was the long distance, and while he could do something showy (like a back handspring or two), he only took as much of a running start as he could. It wouldn't do to stand out too much this early on, he had to blend in. Once again, he scored near the middle of the class. If he kept this up, there was no way he could be expelled. At least, he hoped so. Aizawa seemed to be watching him and Green the most out of all the students.
This trend of being in the middle continued in the side-step and Dick was set in keeping it up for the rest of the tests. Or he was until the ball throw. Uraraka used her quirk and managed to get an infinity score, something that amazed the others and himself, this wouldn't have pushed him to break his plan but then it was Green's turn.
Green stepped into the circle and stared at the ball. Behind him Speedy, Iida, commented on his performance, "If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, then he'll surely be the one going home." Bakugo looked both angry and confused.
"Of course, he is. He's a quirkless loser." He claimed. Dick glared at Sparky, adding another item onto the growing list of things that he hated about the blonde, before taking another look at Green's still form as Speedy told Bakugo that Midoriya did have a quirk.
'If he has one, he hasn't been using it so maybe he's not sure how to or his quirk isn't physically based like some of the others.' Dick thought, adding Green to his list of people to watch out for.
Finally, after staring at the ball and off into space for quite a while, Green throw the ball. His arm lit up and then the light faded out as quickly as it came. Sadly, it disappeared right before the ball left his hand, so it didn't go that far. Green began to shake and looked down at his hand.
"What gives? I was trying to use it just now?" He muttered. His quirk didn't seem to work for some reason.
"I erased your quirk." Aizawa answered the boy's mumbled question. Midoriya turned to look at the adult and gasped in surprise once he saw his bright red eyes and floating hair and scarf. Aizawa activated his quirk, Erasure, and stopped Green from ever using his quirk.
"The judges of the exam were not rational enough," he glanced behind him towards Dick, clearly aware of his status as quirkless, "Someone like you should never be allowed to be enrolled in my school."
"Wait… you did what to my-Uh! I know you," Green jerked backwards with realization, "you can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The erasure hero, Eraserhead!" Once again, the others were got off guard while Dick continued looking at their teacher, wondering just what the man was doing. It seemed as though he enjoyed throwing his students off guard, which fair, Dick enjoyed doing the same thing with his opponents, and he seemed to be protective of those he deemed worthy of being in the hero course. Aizawa seemed to be have it out for Midoriya and himself, but why? Dick made some sense, even though the man had praised his awareness he was still someone without a quirk and would be written off. But, Midoryia? The boy had a quirk and a physical one at that, if he guessed right. There had to be a reason he was doing this.
"You're not ready. You don't have control over your power." That answered some of Dick's questions. "Were you planning on breaking your bones again? Having someone else pick up your useless body?"
"No!" Aizawa grabbed the anxious boy in front of him with his still floating scarf and brought him closer, eyes narrowed and boring into the other.
"No matter what your intentions are, you would be a liability in battle." He berated the child snared in his weapon. "You have the same reckless passion as another hero I know. One who saved a thousand people by himself and began a legend."
'So he's comparing him to All Might.' Dick thought. 'Is he scolding him, or pushing him to be better than he is? You're a strange man indeed Shota Aizawa.'
"But even with that drive," Aizawa continued, "you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry Midoryia, with your power there's no way you can become a hero."
Green looked terrified. He looked as though he had heard that same phrase, or one like it, a thousand times. Maybe Dick's theory about the newness of Green's quirk wasn't too far off. Then the fear on his face turned into resolve. When Aizawa released him, Midoryia walked back to the center of the circle and began his throw again. Only this time, he used his quirk without any adult intervention. His finger lit up with power and the ball was launched into the air. It landed seven-hundred and fiver point three meters away, something that seemed to anger Sparky yet Aizawa seemed impressed. It was rather obvious that Green had broken something, but he had managed to only break one finger, a non-debilitating injury if a person could withstand the pain. Smart move for someone who couldn't control their power yet.
Midoryia looked at Aizawa, fist clenched and tears welling in his eyes, "Ya see? I'm still standing!"
Bakugo ran towards Midoriya, unable to hold back his rage at being bested by a 'quirkless loser', "HEY! DEKU YOU BASTARD! TELL ME HOW YOU DID THAT OR YOU'RE DEAD!" Once again Aizawa's scarf wrapped around one of his students, stopping Sparky from blowing up 'Deku'. Sparky was held in his place and targeted part of his rage at their teacher.
"What?" he gasped, "Why the hell is your scarf so..damn..strong!?" He struggled against the gray fabric.
Aizawa drawled, sounding bored as usual, "Because, it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy." His voice became sterner, "Stand down!" He ordered, "It would be wise to avoid me using my quirk too much, it gives me serious dry eye."
Taking his chance, Green quickly scurried to Speedy and Uraraka, staying as far away from Sparky as he could. When Aizawa let go of Bakugo once Green was in a safe space, the blonde glared at the ground, his anger clear.
"Sir, is it alright if I go next," Dick spoke up, ready to show off, "I want to show these people just what a quirkless loser can do."
"What?!" All of Class 1-A shouted in unison, Bakugo, and surprisingly Midorya were the loudest. He seemed to have snapped out of his stupor when he heard the words quirkless.
"There is no way you're quirkless-"
"No one can be a hero- "
"Why did they let you- "
Their voices began to overlap as each, and every student felt the need to comment on the impossibility that was his acceptance into the hero course. Dick heard every word that they said and just gave them a smile. Just because they thought life revolved around quirks didn't mean it really did, that was just the way society looked at it. Your quirk decided your fate, and if you were quirkless than you didn't have one.
"Enough!" The students became silence once Aizawa spoke, he shrugged his shoulders and tossed Dick a soft ball. "Sure, I don't care. Just make it quick."
Dick gave him a mock salute and a grin, then he waited until Eraserhead was near the circle and took off. When he got close, he fell into a series of handsprings and twists to gain momentum then, to the shock of everyone watching, he landed onto Aizawa's shoulders and pushed off into the air, heading towards the circle. Once he got above it, Dick threw the ball with as much force as he could. He landed in circle, on the edge but still inside, and turned to face the stunned people behind him and gave an ear-splitting smile. The others stared at him, the surprise of Aizawa's and Sparky's face was worth any chance of his cover being blown.
"So," he broke the silence, still smiling, "how'd I do?" Without a word Aizawa held up the screen for the class to see, the ball had been thrown two hundred meters*. That was farther than many of the students without quirks.
Dick nodded and strutted back to his place near Pinky, his peer's eyes following him the whole way.
"I said not to waste time." Aizawa grunted, eyes trained on Dick as he thought about scolding the boy, but he had broken no rules so that wasn't possible. "Who ever is next needs to go. Now!" And so the rest of the exam continued without a hitch. For each event Dick scored in the middle of the classroom, the only difference was that now the others couldn't take their eyes off of him when he was completing the task.
When the tests finally came to an end and the results were displayed, Dick ended up in ninth place. A quirkless student had out preformed those with powers. In fact, the lowest preforming student was Midoryia, someone who had a very powerful quirk and just couldn't control it. Before anyone could think about the ramifications of their scores, the score board disappeared and Aizawa hastily said, "I was lying. No one's going home."
You could cut the silence, and the shock, with a knife. No one was prepared for that. Their teacher sure was a strange one.
"That was a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in your tests." He continued.
"Deception my ass." Dick grumbled. Aizawa was fully prepared to expel someone from this class, so what made him change his mind? Did he decide they all had potential? It didn't matter to Dick so long as he stayed in the hero course at U.A -and possibly got revenge on the man for his trick.
"Of course, it was a ruse," a pretty pony tailed girl said, chin resting in her hand, "I thought it was obvious." Dick ignored her and began walking back to class. He didn't want to deal with anymore shit at the moment.
AN: Whew! This has been my longest chapter yet! Sorry this is kind of a play by play of episode 6 of the anime but it was needed. Please leave a comment if you have any issues with this or you notice any mistakes (or to just say hi). I'm pretty sure most of the names are right but auto-correct is very annoying.
Once again, thank every one so much for reading this story! It's getting so much more attention than I thought it would! If you have any questions please feel free to leave a review.
