Izumi stood before the overly sized door for class one-A, the doors sized reminded her heavily of every single base Uncle Ribbons and Uncle Eye had moved around to for her childhood. She smiled softly as memories of her years learning to control her quirk and the wealth of experiences and foreign culture she had gotten a taste of floating to the top of her mind.
She reached out grasping the handle, glad that the door was wide like it was tall meaning, unlike her apartment she would not have to enter and exit doors sideways. Something of an obvious downside to her quirk when she thought about it, but hopefully something she wouldn't come up against all too often.
Sliding the door open Izumi stopped hearing a voice that had spent the time before Present Mic announced the start of the entrance exam, she honestly couldn't hold what the boy had been saying to her against him if anything she admired him for it. He had the attitude of a true hero seeing something that could be weakening others and questioning about it, not many would have done that seeing it as a way to further their chances of earning more points.
"Get your foot off the table!" the familiar voice of the boy who had yelled at her echoed out as she opened the door to classroom one-A, Izumi could see him angrily gesturing to a familiar pikey blonde-haired boy from her childhood, "It is unbecoming of a future hero, and disrespectful to those who came before us!"
"Pffft, like I give a crap," Katsuki snorted his tone both dismissive yet somehow aggressive, "What middle school you from extra?"
"Somei private academy, my name is Tenya Iida." The now named Tenya calmly introduced himself, only slightly taken back by Katsuki's outburst.
"Somei?!" Katsuki snorted before shooting Tenya a look of disgust, "So you're an elitist prick huh? Maybe I should blow you apart so you know where you belong!"
Tenya blinked, shocked by not only Katsuki's rudeness but his violent threat, "That's disgraceful! Do you honestly want to be a hero?!"
Seeing this as the perfect time to step in Izumi quietly moved up standing in front of Katsuki's desk her neutral expression flicking from the blonde to Tenya, making a point to ignore the dark glare from Katsuki. "It is probably so he has the license to freely use his quirk." Further ignoring the angry growling coming from Katsuki she turned to face Tenya holding out a had, "I'm Izumi Midoriya, you're Tenya Iida right?"
Blinking in shock at how the green-haired girl before him was just ignoring the angry blonde Tenya reached out firmly gripping her hand to shake it. "Midoriya… I owe you an apology."
Izumi raised an eyebrow at this, "What for?" She could easily guess why but Izumi didn't think he needed to apologise for the entrance exam.
"The way I acted towards you before the entrance exam!" Tenya began it was something eating away at him, "I first thought you were trying to hinder the other examinees when you had in reality figured out the true nature of the practical exam!" Tenya paused bowing to Izumi, "While I did not. I am sorry that I misjudged you!"
Izumi shook her head, a soft smile on her lips."You don't need to apologise Tenya," Izumi paused watching as Tenya shot up to standing again opening his mouth to speak, only to be stopped as she raised a hand, "You thought I was furthering my chances at the expense of others, you did what anyone should have done and questioned it."
Blinking several times Tenya slowly cracked a smile clasping a hand on Izumi's shoulder, "I never thought of it that way, you still went out of your way to help others when you could have simply scored more points."
Izumi just shrugged, "Heroes help people who need it, that's all I was doing," Hearing the door open again Izumi turned to see a familiar auburn-haired girl poke her head in. Izumi smiled and waved at Ochaco Uraraka as she entered the room, earning a smile and wave back as Izumi walked towards Ochaco, Tenya following.
"You got in!" Ochaco beamed happily pumping her fist into the hair, "I mean I kinda figured with your quirk and all."
"Likewise with you," Izumi smiled back at her, patting Ochaco on the shoulder, "I'm happy you did make it." Izumi turned, pointing a hand towards Tenya, "This is Tenya Iida, and Tenya this is Ochaco Uraraka."
Before Ochaco could open her mouth to greet Tenya he was bowing in front of her, causing the poor girl to look at Izumi confused. Izumi blinked herself wondering what Tenya was doing.
"I also owe you an apology Ochaco!" His passionate voice caused Ochaco to tilt her head in confusion while for Izumi ti clicked what he was likely apologising for, she had seen him standing there after the practical exam had finished just staring as she had helped Ochaco to Recovery Girl so he likely blamed himself for not helping her during the exam. "I saw you pinned under that rubble and did nothing to help, assuming that because it was an exam nothing could go wrong. It was foolish to think that as if it had been rea you could have been hurt!"
"It's fine really," Ochaco tried to explain frantically waving her arms about a nervous smile on her lips, "Izumi saved me," Ochoco turned to Izumi again a bright smile on her face as she clasped both of Izumi's hands, "I can't say thank you enough I was really worried that zero-pointer was going to crush me."
Izumi blinked at Ochaco once again thanking her, she couldn't place why again her chest felt warm as Ochaco did so. All she'd done was what any hero would have done in that situation hadn't she? It was at that moment Izumi realised she hadn't done what every other examinee had done, while they had run from the zero-pointer avoiding it as Present Mic had said to. Izumi however, had not even thought about it and had just shot towards the zero-pointer all to help a trapped girl.
"THAT WAS YOU!" The loud voice a spikey red-haired boy, Eihiro Kirishima, echoed out from the seat next to Katsuki having overheard what was being said, his shout drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "Oh, man watching you slag that giant robot was manly as all hell!" The boy in question jumped form is seat moving over to Izumi a sharp-toothed grin on his face.
Before Izumi could respond she felt a shadow looming over her from the door, her sense flared seeing the looming shadow as a danger. Without missing a beat Izumi span around on the wheeled heels of her feat raising her left arm, the black tip of a cylindrical missile poking out of her wrist towards the figure casting the shadow. What was surprising however was the shadow was being cast by a large yellow sleeping bag, the only indication that there was someone inside was the sight of an overly tired dark-haired mans facing poking out of the bag with a freshly drained jelly juice energy carton hanging from his mouth.
A hand snaked out of the hole undoing the zip, as another pulled the spent drink carton from hanging from the man's lip. Stepping out of the sleeping bag he cast his gaze over the class before settling on Izumi, reaching out with a hand he pushed the raised arm point a missile towards him down at the ground. "Good instincts." He tiredly muttered before stepping past Izumi, Ochaco, Tenya and the red-haired boy before moving to the front of the class.
"If you are here to socialise then leave," the name tiredly drawled looking around the room, "This is the hero course." letting his words sink in briefly the figure continued, "Only one of you reacted to an unknown entering unannounced, that is wasting time and not very rational."
Izumi narrowed her eyes at the man standing at the front of the classroom, something about him rubbed her the wrong way. He was obviously a pro-hero but his attitude wasn't something you would expect from a teacher, he struck her as lazy a terrible trait for someone teaching a class on heroics.
"My name is Shota Aizawa and I am your homeroom teacher." He paused briefly looking over at Izumi, his tired eyes meeting her judgemental ones before turning back to everyone. "Please to meet you, now change into your gym clothes and head out the grounds." His final words said Shota began walking towards the door, only to stop as he heard Ochaco speak up.
"What about the entrance ceremony or guidance sessions?! Ochaco asked, wondering why they'd be skipping them.
"It's illogical to waste time on things like that if you want to become heroes." with those final words Shota rounded the corner heading outside, while the students began to move to find the changing rooms.
As he walked outside Shota took stock of his class from the initial look of them, at first glance most of them did not look all that impressive but that could be chalked up to them being young. They had managed to quieten themselves down quicker than last years class, only taking eight seconds as opposed to nearly a minute a commendable thing but still slow in his eyes. One thing that had surprised him was Izumi's reaction to him just appearing in the doorway, those were not the normal reaction times of a young teenager as it had taken her hardly anytime to realise he was there and jam her arm out towards him ready to launch what he knew had been an explosive missile.
It had given him one answer about her quirk at least, part of her arsenal that had been used against the villain bots so he knew what to expect there. But it had been the way she had held herself after he had entered that truly piqued his interest, as he'd kept her int he corner of his gaze the entire time and not once had he seen her blink or lose the glare she was holding on him. Shota just chalked it up to her analysing him for weaknesses, not an illogical thing to do really. Yet it did raise one concern, the girls first instinct was threat assessment of anyone sneaking up behind her, while it could be a useful and beneficial thing seeing everything as a threat could have a negative impact on her future as a hero if everyone was treated as a threat.
Shota didn't have to wait long as he saw the students filter out onto the grounds, he looked over the lot of them looking at the various expression of excitement and confusion on their faces. "Here at U.A, we have a more 'freestyle' education system that also applies to us, teachers." Shota paused allowing the message to sink in as to that being the reason they were not attending the pointless entrance ceremony. "Rather than waste time we will be doing the same standard gym tests you all did in middle school but with a single difference."
Shota looked over the students of class one-A before settling on Izumi, "As this country continues to deny the use of quirks for calculating the averages of those recordings it produces an inaccurate record. Midoriya!" At hearing her name, Shota watched as Izumi stepped forward and into the circle he was gesturing towards, "You achieved an impressively high score in the entrance exam, how far could you throw in middle school?"
"Don't know sir," Izumi answered with a shrug leading to the rest of the class to mutter between themselves at that, "Wasn't really something I did."
That had thrown Shota for a loop, everyone did those ridiculous tests and yet here was a student who hadn't. Such a thing defied logic, "And why is that?" he asked raising an eyebrow, it was unlikely related to her quirk, but he couldn't be too sure.
"When you're technically homeschooled that's not the kind of thing you worry about." She kept her unblinking gaze fixed on him.
"Hm. well try it now with your quirk," Filing that away for something to talk to her about privately later he tossed her a softball, "Do whatever you need to, just don't leave the circle."
Catching the ball in one hand, Izumi tossed it up and down briefly watching as it would spin gently in the air before catching it. With a roll of her neck, Izumi tossed the ball up high into the air before leaning her body back pulling her arms back as familiar blue electrical energy began to arc across her arms. She kept her arms pulled close to her, her fists pointing away from her body and up towards the softball tracking it as it descended.
Shota watched a raised eyebrow as the ball fell wondering what Izumi was playing at, he wasn't the only one wondering what she was doing as the rest oft he students were also shooting her confused looks. It wasn't until the ball had fallen to between a twenty-five to thirty-five-degree angle did it become clear, as once the softball was within that threshold Izumi thrust her arms out the blue electrical energy crackling along rocketed along her arms as a burst of pressurised air shot out between her arms colliding with the softball.
As the pressurised air connected to the softball a shockwave of overpressure erupted out from behind the ball kicking up a massive cloud of dirt, only to be followed by a shattering booming noise that echoed across the entire campus. Shota remained standing while a good number of the students had been blown onto the ground, following the trajectory of the ball with his eyes was near impossible as it shot off into the distance at the speed of sound.
His mind was doing rapid calculations at the power output needed to launch an object in such a manner, while he was not a mathematics expert like Ectoplasm or Higari he knew enough to know the power output needed to create a sonic boom was immense. Turning his gaze down to the distance recorder he held to see how far Izumi had launched the softball, Shota was shocked by the distance it had finally ended up at.
"It's important for us to know our limits," having seen Izumi's result and saves it as part of her overall score Shota turned the device around for the rest of the students to see, "That is the first logical step in figuring out what kind of heroes you'll become."
As the students starred at Izumi's score several of them were in awe at the score, it had set the benchmark for them all to aim and beat. With a distance of three-thousand-two-hundred and eighteen point-six-nine meters, it was a massive distance to match let alone surpass.
After the shock of seeing Izumi set a ridiculous goal to beat the rest of one-A began to excitedly chat about the prospect of doing the gym tests only for the pink-haired and skinner Mina Ashido to exclaim, "Using our quirks this is going to be awesome, the hero course is great!"
Shota smiled at hearing that and let out a bark of laughter getting the entire classes attention, "Awesome huh? You think this is all fun and games?" he looked up flicking his serious gaze between every student, "In just three years you hope to graduate as fully-fledged heroes and you think its all fun and games?" he paused keeping his cold eyes locked on his students, "Natural disasters, highway piles and rampaging villains are just some of the calamities you will all face, you think that those are fun and games? Well, then whoever scores the lowest overall will be judged hopeless and expelled."
Shocked gasps rose up from almost the entire class at how unfair that was, but before Shota could lecture them about how heroics wasn't fair either Izumi beat him to the punch.
"Life isn't fair, neither is being a hero. You will be asked to put your life in the lifetime and time again for those who cannot, its a job only those willing to take such a risk you do if you can't handle the threat of a day one expulsion then you have no right to even try to be a hero!" her voice was hard as were her eyes as she spoke, to Shota it was clear Izumi Midoriya had seen a hero lose their life before and understood the gravity of what career the would be entering.
"Iida, Midoriya!" Shota barked drawing everyone's attention "You two are first for the fifty-meter dash." With a nod, both students moved to take a position at the start line he was gesturing towards.
Both Tenya and Izumi got into the start position, Izumi flaring the red hot jets growing from her back taking a position with both her wheeled heels connecting with the ground while Tenya flexed his legs kicking smoke out fo the engine exhausts sticking out of his calves. Both looked forward waiting for the signal to go, the single to go came from the little speed recorder bot down near the finish line.
The second the go signal was given both Izumi and Tenya shot off creating a clouding of dust behind them both passing over the finish line at impressive speeds. "Tenya Iida, three-point zero-four second. Izumi Midoriya, three-point zero-four-one seconds."
"Dam, only able to get up to third gear," Tenya muttered under his breath as he looked over at Izumi who was giving him a thumbs up and a nod of agreement.
"Yer fifty-meters isn't near enough to reach a good speed, I need at least a hundred meters to take off." Izumi chuckled as she moved back to stand with the class, Tenya smiling and nodding in agreement about the dash length being too short.
As the day progressed Shota kept an eye on the scores being recorded for each student during each test, finding that none of the students didn't use their quirks in inventive ways to succeed at the tests, none more so then Izumi.
During the second test, the grip strength test, Izumi had shot into the air holding the strength tester rapidly building speed before banking into a high G-force turn and squeezing down on the grip strength tester easily exceeding a thousand kilograms of force.
Then it came to the standing long jump and endurance running were in both events she had used the large jet engines growing out her back, she has used her engines to after jumping into the air-launch herself clean across to the other side of the sandpit and glide just above the track until told to stop respectively. Shota was impressed, Izumi clearly understood her quirk to an unprecedented level and only one other student could claim similar in his eyes, Momo Yaoyorozu.
The fourth test side-steps was the only real one she seemed to not excel at, which was understandable considering her quirk was not designed for such a thing. But for Shota is was a surprise that the worst student so far, Minoru Mineta had been able to excel at the side-steps. Well if Shota was being more accurate his quirk had excelled and if he was being honest so far the diminutive boy had yet to impress him, in neither the application of his quirk nor his attitude if anyone was at risk of getting expelled it was him.
When it came to the rest of the students performing the softball throw two more students stood out for completely different reasons. First was Ochaco Uraraka, she had used her quirk the make the ball weightless then simply underarm pitch it upwards until it vanished from sight until Shota was certain it was not coming back down leading her to gain an infinity. The second was Katsuki Bakugo, he had been keeping an eye on the boy the entire time they were performing the gym tests and noticed how every time Izumi scored a significantly higher mark then he did the bot would growl angrily and shoot her a death glare. To say it was concerning would be an understatement and would be something to keep an eye on, this could not have been better punctuated by when he had had his turn at the ball toss he at screamed the "DIE!" at the top of his lungs with the level of anger and vitriolic hatred he would expect from a villain.
When he had only managed to achieve a distance of seven-hundred and five-point-two meters, his explosive scream of anger before shooting towards Izumi had been beyond troubling, his demanding for her to explain how she learnt to control her quirk was just as concerning. Before Bakugo could reach the girl, how at rapidly spun to face the boy and level both arms towards him the blue electrical energy arcing across the length of her arms and the look of someone ready to kill he had stepped in.
"What the hell is this cloth!" Katsuki barked, ignoring the murderous glare Izumi had levelled towards him, trying to spark his hands, "WHAT? WHY IS MY QUIRK NOT WORKING?!"
"First is a capture weapon made from carbon fibre and a special metal alloy," Shota ground out holding the other end of his scarf keeping Katsuki in place, his eyes glowing red as his black-hair floated in the air, "And second I cancelled your quirk, try and attack a classmate again outside of an approved exercise and you will be expelled, understood!"
As Katsuki nodded in understanding Shota blinked releasing his quirk and watching as Izumi lowered her arms the blue electrical energy dissipating from them, once the situation had calmed down he pulled an eyedropper from his belt and used a few drops in each eye.
"Moving onto the scores, your overall placement is a reflection of your performance in each event." Holding the recording device he had been using through-out the test outward HSota pressed down sending a projection of the student's scores out for them to see, "It would be a waste of time to explain the calculation process."
The scores projected were a surprise to some but not others.
1. Izumi Midoriya
2. Momo Yaoyorozu
3. Shoto Todoroki
4. Katsuki Bakugo
5. Tenya Iida
6. Fumikage Tokoyami
7. Mezo Shoji
8. Mashirao Ojiro
9. Eijiro Kirishima
10. Mina Ashido
11. Ochaco Uraraka
12. Koji Koda
13. Rikido Sato
14. Tsuyu Asui
15. Yuga Aoyama
16. Hanta Sero
17. Denki Kaminari
18. Kyoka Jiro
19. Toru Hagakure
20. Minoru Mineta
Shota stood watching as the smalle purple-haired Minoru broke down crying at his placement of last, bemoaning the fact he'd not get to have all the babes now or see his female classmates in their costumes. His pathetic crying certainly didn't endear him to any member of the class, if anything it had done the exact opposite and managed to make none of them see anything wrong with him being expelled.
"I was lying about expelling someone," Shota announced taking pleasure in the shocked expressions of everyone but Momo and Izumi, he idly wondered if they had both figured out he was lying, "It was a logical deception to ensure you all gave it your all. However," He turned his gaze down to the now gratefully sobbing Minoru, "Mineta if you have not made significant improvement by the sports festival you will be removed and placed in general education."
Shota turned and began to leave only to stop and glance at the class one more time, "We are done here, your documents about the curriculum are on the desks back in the classroom give them a look. From here on out things will only get tougher so be ready."
With those final words, Shota walked off leaving the class to bond and make friends. He had discovered some interesting things about the one problem student he wanted, Izumi Midoriya knew how to handle her quirk far too well for a fifteen-year-old girl. He'd have to see about arranging a meeting with the girl's parents to find out more about that, but one thing Shota knew he'd have to do was to warn Toshinori about letting the Bakugo boy in a training exercise with Izumi. Because unless he had read her reaction him Katsuki charging at her wrong, she was prepared to hit him with a lethal shot.
The idea that a fifteen-year-old girl's first response to any threat was lethal force worried him. And it would have to be something they'd need have to teach her was more a last resort then a first response. Izumi Midoriya was really going to be a problem child.