Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. Maybe one day I'll get the film rights.


One week later...

Compared to other students, Bakugo wasn't worried. Given all of the robots he'd fucking murdered, he knew he was going to been U.A for sure! He'd been sitting comfortably on 77 points at the end - more than any other extra had been able to get! He knew that he had the best score possible!

He'd spent his week waiting for results while doing extra study and training. Just because he was the goddamn best didn't mean that he was going to sit on his laurels.

He gave the limited edition All Might poster on his wall a determined glare. He'd have to work on beating the Number One, so he had to improve as much as possible. Turning back to his workbook, he flicked through it, making notes and sticking bookmarks when needed.

A hesitant knock on the door got him out of his reverie. "What do you want?" he asked at a volume that would normally be considered unacceptable in any other household.

His dad pushed the door open. "Um, Katsuki? It's the U.A letter. He held it out. "Also, your mother wants you to help with dinner."

Bakugo snatched the letter from his dad. "I'll be there!" He was about to tear it open, then frowned. "Thanks, dad! Get the fuck out!"

His dad gave him a gentle smile. "I know how it is, Katsuki. Exams are always stressful even when you know you crushed them."

Bakugo grunted, his dad leaving to get back to the hallway. Without hesitation, he ripped the envelope open, letting its contents fall to his desk. Bakugo glared at the metallic disk within the envelope. "The hell-"

It flickered, displaying All Might in a godawful yellow suit. The Hero grinned at him cheerfully, Bakugo's scowl lessening. "I am here as a holographic projection! You may be wondering, why am I here? Simple!" His grin widened. "I'm going to be teaching at U.A!"

Bakugo stared at the projector, customary scowl completely gone and replaced with a look of wonder. All Might continued talking, gesturing. "I've got a few more of these to do, so I'll try and make it quick! Young Bakugo, your score for the Written exam was exemplary - only a few other students scored higher than you on this! As for your Heroics Exam, you scored an impressive seventy-seven Villain Points, more than enough to pass!"

Bakugo grinned ferociously. He'd made it in.

"That is... if Villain Points were all that there was to it!"

Bakugo glared at the screen. "The hell?"

All Might seemed unperturbed. "You see, Young Bakugo... we weren't just looking for Villain-based points!" With a dramatic flourish, the screen behind him was switched on. "Certainly we were checking for how well students could subdue Villains one way or another! But a Hero course that rejects those who do the right thing is no Hero course at all!"

His gaze pierced Bakugo like a hot knife through butter. "Think we do this for the fame and glory? Think that if you want, but in this job, you risk your life for it all! And we saw that spirit in you that day!"


Earlier...

Bakugo was in his goddam element! This whole exam might as well have been made for him! "DIE!" he screamed, smashing a robot to pieces with a powerful blast from his right hand.

Taking a moment to suck in a breath, he scanned the area around him. Most of the other extras had decided to keep a wide berth. As if he wasn't taking these goddamn robots down without checking his surroundings! Bakugo had way more control than just blindly rushing in and smashing things without keeping the shrapnel down to a minimum!

A three pointer reared up. Bakugo glared at it, his rage at the nerd proving him wrong flaring up. One quick explosion to its face later, and Bakugo was up more points. A feral grin blossomed on his face. 65 points - that had to be more than anything these extras had!

A loud rumbling off in the distance attracted his attention. He spun around, eyes briefly widening at the sheer size of the Zero-Pointer robot that was currently unleashing destruction. Then his grin came back onto his face. A One-point robot that had locked onto him sprung an oil leak and started to run away.

He tore off like a bat out of hell, ready to murder the next robot-!

Behind him, he heard somebody get slammed into the ground.

Whipping around, Bakugo saw some guy with sharp teeth and a bad haircut pushing himself up, a three-pointer looming overhead. The robot was badly dented, but it was still going strong. Shitty Hair glared at it, ready to start again

The huge robot raised its main arm, preparing to strike-!

"What would you do if you saw somebody in the same situation you were in?"

Bakugo wasn't entirely sure why he did what he did. As it focused on Shitty Hair, Bakugo came near, unleashing an explosion on the One Pointer next to it, smashing the robot to smithereens. "COME GET SOME YOU FUCKING ROOMBA!"

The Three Pointer whipped its head around. Shitty Hair took his chance, punching its head off then looking at Bakugo with a smile and thumbs up. "Thanks for the assist!"

Bakugo glared at him. Goddamn therapist. "You'd better pass, Shitty Hair! I ain't helping you again!"

He stomped off, another robot in his sights crying out for its maker. Shitty Hair watched him briefly, then ran off to find more robots to punch.


"Hitoshi!"

Hitoshi was snapped out of his reverie by his mother's concerned call. Blinking, he looked up, where his parents were looking at him with worried faces. "Sorry?"

His mother sighed. "You were giving that fish a rather odd stare."

Hitoshi stared at the fish for another couple of seconds, then shovelled it into his mouth, chewing. "Sorry, I just... I'm just thinking about the exam."

Taking a drink of water, he saw his parents trade a glance before his dad cleared his throat. "The exam results will come in today, won't they?"

Hitoshi managed a tired grin. "Or they won't send me anything because I didn't get in."

His mom shook her head disapprovingly. "There's no need to have such a negative attitude, Hitoshi." She patted him on the shoulder. "And if U.A doesn't let you in then there's plenty of other high schools out there with Heroics courses you could apply to."

Hitoshi shrugged. It seemed a bit late, especially since it was near the end of the period for applications. He'd debated with himself about asking Eraserhead for the results, ultimately restraining himself.

As he cleared the plates, his dad went out to the hallway to check the mail. He then came back at high speeds, clutching a letter. "Hitoshi! It's - you've got it-"

Hitoshi took the oddly shaped package with hands that definitely weren't trembling.


Before...

Hitoshi stared up at the gates to U. A., tiredness temporarily forgotten. It was hard to believe that it had all been leading up to this. All the harsh training and horrible puns... it was all leading to this.

His Hero Academia.

Hitoshi stepped forwards, and managed to trip on his own shoelace.

Yep, was wondering when this would happen.

As the pavement rushed up to meet his face, he just resigned himself to his fate...

Only to be caught in the middle of the air. Blinking, Hitoshi tried to catch himself, only to slowly tumble. Panicking, he tried to get back onto stable ground, only to be interrupted by a girl's voice behind him.

"Are you okay?"

Hitoshi twisted around to see who was talking to him. A girl with brown hair done neatly in a bob stood there cheerfully. "Uh-"

Gently she reached out and pulled him down to the ground. "Sorry for using my Quirk on you like that," she beamed at Hitoshi. "It's just a bad omen to trip and fall!"

Hitoshi managed to recover. "Uh, thanks for catching me."

Nice girl chuckled. "Not a problem! Man, this is nerve-wracking, isn't it?"

He managed to chuckle back. "Y-yeah. Sure is. Well, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what to say next. He couldn't even think of a horrible joke.

She gave him another smile, then hurried off. "Good luck!"

Hitoshi managed to get a smile on his face. After constant exposure to Eraserhead's smiles, it looked like he had just arisen from the grave. "You too."

He blinked, replaying what had just happened in his mind.

He'd managed to talk to a girl that wasn't Miss Joke.

Progress.


Later...

Hitoshi stared at All Might's projected visage, tiredness forgotten. "Young Shinsou, your written portion was extremely solid! You just need to brush up a bit on your mathematics and history! As for your Heroics Exam... you scored twenty-four Villain points!"

Hitoshi blinked. Huh. He must have gotten some other points during that last mad rush somehow.

All Might frowned slightly, and Shinsou immediately tensed. "This score, unfortunately, was below the threshold for the practical exam. Your effort is appreciated, but not being able to secure enough points means that you failed."

Hitoshi felt a pit open in his stomach. He'd really hoped that he wouldn't hear those words. After everything Eraserhead had done for him...

"That is, if that was all there was to the exam!"

Hitoshi stared up at All Might's visage. What...?

All Mights trademark smile returned. Whipping a remote out of his pocket, he turned on the screen behind him. "Confused? Maybe this scene'll clear things up for you!"

Hitoshi twisted the hem of his shirt anxiously. The camera zoomed in...


Earlier...

Hitoshi sucked in a deep breath. He'd managed to take out a fair number of robots already. "Twenty points," he panted, already looking for the next robot to beat up.

The nice girl from before seemed to be doing well, at least. Surrounded by broken robots falling form the sky, she bent over, taking a deep breath. He'd seen a couple of other people doing a good job as well - that blonde girl with glasses who'd looked nervous had managed to get a couple of robots in a frankly ridiculous display of power, though judging by her expression and the wrecked glove on her hand, she'd not been doing as well as she could have.

He'd really wanted to use his Quirk for this exam. Hitoshi had been careful about it, having checked with the blonde French one to see if it would work. The robot declaring that Examinee whatever, not him had earned the points had dissuaded him from trying again. The only way his Quirk would have helped was if he intentionally sabotaged other competitors, and that was explicitly not allowed in the rules.

Hitoshi saw another One Pointer robot coming at him. As the robot came at him, he ducked and rolled, then cracked his staff over its head, smashing its robotic head in.

One more down-!

WHUD.

The ground shook. For a brief moment, Hitoshi thought that U.A was suffering from an earthquake. Then it shook again, like the footfall of a giant. As a shadow passed overhead, Hitoshi stared up at the Zero Pointer, all his tiredness forgotten.

"That... is way too big," he muttered, already getting the hell out of dodge.

The rest of the examinees had the same idea, including the guy who'd interrupted at the exam. Hitoshi ran, already focusing on the terrain ahead of him-!

"Oww..."

Hitoshi stopped, whipping around at the sound, so loud over all of the chaos. The nice girl - he hadn't caught her name - had collapsed. She'd tripped, of all things, one leg buried beneath some rubble.

Hitoshi was too far away to get to her. His eyes widened. He wasn't really thinking with his next move.

"HEY!" he yelled at the big guy with glasses. "DO YOU WANT TO BE A HERO?"

The annoying guy from before turned around in the middle of running. "Of course!"

Shinsou felt his Quirk connect, the Glasses guy's eyes glazing over. "Carry me over to her! Quickly!"

Blank eyed, Glasses rushed over, grabbing him in a princess carry, of all things. Shinsou barely held on as he was rushed over.


Melissa distractedly unwound the tough red strip of material that she had been working on. This was the right approach to take, she knew that much! Tough enough to withstand the full force of Uncle Might's - her - Quirk, yet lightweight and flexible. It worked, but she found that improving its durability was taking longer than she would have liked. She really should have applied to other Heroics courses, but with everything else, there just hadn't been time.

The lab room wasn't an impressive affair - just a spare room filled with tools and parts. Her computer chimed, the secure line to I-Island and her father lighting up. Shoving her work aside for now, she answered, managing to put a smile on her face. "Hey dad."

"Melissa?" Her dad looked at Melissa with a worried expression. "Are-how have you been holding up? I know you didn't get many points, but there's always-"

Melissa sighed. "I'm fine. It's just... I can't help but feel like I let Uncle Might down a bit."

The prototype Full Gauntlet had helped her, but the lack of proper preparation time for her inventions meant that they could only withstand the full force of her Quirk once. After that, they'd been useless. After the exam, she'd needed Recovery Girl's help. And all for five lousy points! Uncle Might had been unable to tell her anything, citing his being a prospective teacher and judge. She would have preferred to hear that she'd failed then.

Dad looked away slightly. "I... understand. You know that Toshi'd never think any less of anybody."

That made Melissa smile, in spite of her funk. "I know, but it's still..." she glanced down at her hand. Even now, she could feel One for All in her body, a massive reservoir of power that strained to be unleashed. "I haven't seen much of him in the past week-"

The door to her lab opened, Mirio standing there with a cheerful smile. "Melissa! The letter from U.A is here!"


Earlier...

In the rising sun, Toshinori Yagi stared at the beach. Spotless. "You cleaned not just the assigned area... but the whole beach!"

Melissa turned around to her adoptive uncle, panting. She'd insisted on stepping up the training, aiming to not just be enough but to be better. Yagi had agreed to intensify it, even adding a bit of hand to hand combat on the advice of Sir Nighteye. He'd attempted to emulate an extremely mild Gran Torino, with only mild violent tendencies.

"You've exceeded my expectations... Oh my... oh my...GOODNESS!"

Next to him, Sir Nighteye sighed. "It's certainly a sight." He checked his watch. "And just in time, too."

Melissa gave them a cheerful smile, swaying in a battered but triumphant way. "Told you... I could do it!"

Yagi gave her a reassuring smile. He reached up to pull a hair from his head. "Melissa, just remember this. This power? You've earned it."

He pulled out his phone, scrolling to a specific photo. "Don't believe me? This is you about eight months ago." The photo showed Melissa, shaky and slightly nervous. "And this is you now!"

Melissa blinked, checking the difference. She'd gone from merely physically fit to looking like she could throw a grown man. "I-wow."

Sir Nighteye gave Melissa a congratulatory smile. "I have to admit, I've often wondered about this day." His gaze shifted slightly, into the gaze of a fan meeting their idol. "I have written a large number of speculative documents about One for All, ever since I heard of its transferability."

Melissa gave him an odd look. The stoic man didn't meet her eyes. Shrugging and with a determined expression, she grinned. "Alright, Uncle Might. I'm ready."

Yagi held out the hair. "Eat this."

Melissa's determined smile slipped.

Yagi awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "Look, you just need something with my DNA in it!"

Sir Nighteye looked mortified."I'd expected something... different. Like a ray of light!"

Yagi rubbed his chin. "Well, my master gave me the hair. Apparently the predecessors usually had to give their successors blood, since there was usually a lot of it outside of their body." He frowned. "I could work up a real sweat and soak something with it, or I could give you some skin-"

Melissa tore the hair out of his grasp. "I'll take the hair."


At the exam...

Melissa swallowed, nervously stretching. The exam briefing had been interesting. She'd felt a bit bad when Present Mic had tried to get everybody to yell out with him. Seeing the other student with glasses stand up and ask a question that was probably going to get answered shortly anyway was also a bit awkward.

Her greatest worry was that she had a Quirk that she had never used in her life.

She didn't feel any different...

Melissa's jumpsuit was a dark burgundy colour, co-designed by her father for sweat wicking and general resilience. Problem was, it was just a little tight, hugging her figure a bit more than anticipated - she'd seen a rather short student with purple balls for hair get distracted and run into a wall while staring at her.

Could she do this?

The Support gear she'd designed for herself in her free time was currently stored in a fanny pack. Ever since Uncle Might had explained about the risk of her limbs exploding if not properly prepared, she'd used the few tools and resources she'd been able to take from I-Island to Japan to finish a project she'd had on the back burner.

She wrapped her hands nervously with her invention, trying to relax. She'd done as much testing of this gear as was possible, and she was... reasonably confident it could withstand the full force of Uncle Might's blows. At least once, maybe twice.

Uncle Might's words from earlier rang in her head.

"Despite you being a proper vessel, you were made hastily, very hastily, so expect serious kickback." Uncle Might gave her a cheery thumbs up as she tried to get the taste of hair out of her mouth. "While there's no time for a detailed explanation, just remember, to use the power... clench your buttcheeks and yell 'SMASH!' from the bottom of your heart!"

Melissa sighed. She loved her uncle, she really did, but she got the feeling there had to be more to One for All than that.

To try and distract herself, she looked at the other attendees. There was a pretty diverse bunch of people, one of the most striking being a lanky teenager with a shock of purple hair walking over to another student. Her inventor's mind idly scanned each person's gear.

Let's see... Cooling device for the legs, regulatory device on the stomach, some sort of battery for an electricity Quirk-

"Why are you here? Trying to interfere with another student?"

Melissa started slightly. The tall boy from before had gripped the shoulder of the purple-haired student. The other boy had what looked like a quarterstaff - Melissa wondered if he had some sort of strength Quirk if he was so confident. Or maybe an impact increasing Quirk that only worked on inanimate objects.

For his part, the purple haired student gave him a corpse-like grin, tired eyes shining with some small malice. "I just wanted to talk to somebody who helped me out earlier. And with how loud you're being as well as that question to the lecturer..." his leer widened. "Aren't you disrupting other students more than me?"

The other boy recoiled as if burnt. His face was a picture of misery. "Well - that's not what I-I-"

"Alright! BEGIN!"

Everybody stood around for a couple of seconds in shock, the tall teenager with purple hair immediately bolting while getting his staff ready. Present Mic gave the rest of the examinees a huge grin. "Looks like Examinee 4135's got the right idea! Clock's ticking!"

That got everybody's attention, the rest of them scrambling to get out and into the huge model city. Melissa blinked, then took off running. She was already lagging behind everybody concerning her ability to use her new Quirk.


Yagi bowed to the teachers in the room politely. "Yagi Toshinori! It's an honour to be here!"

Eraserhead sighed. "Let's get this exam over with."

The screens in the room lit up, displaying various parts of the cities as well as the perspective of the robots themselves. Yagi sat down, fidgeting in his newly bought yellow pinstripe suit. Sir Nighteye had tried to talk him out of it, but Yagi was going to wear whatever stylish clothes he wanted, damn it!

"I have some idea of how the exam is structured, but could you..."

Cementoss nodded. "Well, we don't tell them how many robots there are, or where they're situated."

Ectoplasm hummed, a duplicate examining a screen. "Truth be told, we switch up the exams every so often. Last year we set up a treasure hunt in a forest locale."

Yagi hummed, digesting it. On the screens, he could see everything happening - a purple haired boy with a staff caving in a robotic skull. A boy with enginees in his legs - an Iida most likely - smashing through scores of robots.

"So the exam is checking for all the strengths in Hero work - those heroes who excel at gathering information, mobility experts, decision making-"

"And a disproportionate number of those brawlers your style popularises," Eraserhead cut in.

Yagi wilted. "I-well-"

His heart leapt into his chest when he saw Melissa manage to smash a couple of robots... and a large portion of the area around her. There was a small tremor from the direction she was testing in. Yagi winced as he saw Melissa's mortified expression, trying to apologise to those who had nearly gotten caught in the massive crater left by One for All. In the crater was a huge pile of wrecked electronics.

The room was silent for a few seconds. Then everybody was clamouring.

"Did you see that-"

"Not much finesse, but in terms of raw power-"

"It looks like that wraps on her arm took too much force-"

"It's like she barely has any control over her Quirk!"

Nedzu for his part just grinned. He shot Yagi a knowing look - one of the things he took pleasure in was just how much more he knew than other people.

Yagi winced, trying to hide his anxiety. Good or bad, Melissa had certainly made an impression.


Melissa winced, looking at the wraps on her arm. A grin broke out on her face, in spite of the embarrassment of the situation. There was still a slight stinging sensation from using so much power, but at least her arm wasn't broken. It had worked!

Then the wrap fell apart. Melissa's shaky smile faltered. She had felt the power of One for All - if her arm hadn't been protected - and she hadn't been able to make wraps for her legs in time!

She only had one arm to work with, and she'd only managed to get five points! To make things worse, the other examinees had decided to stay away from her, meaning that the robots would get drawn away unless she could compensate.

Melissa ran forwards, searching for more robots to break.


The teacher's room had managed to quiet down after that display. A couple of teachers were still quite... excited about developments.

"Well, there's certainly a bumper crop of... youthful energy in these examinees," Midnight purred.

Nobody else commented on the specific language.

Some were more cynical about it. "If she can't control that Quirk of hers, then there would be no place for her here," Eraserhead grumbled. Yagi shot him a dirty look.

If only they'd had more time, he could have taught her how to control it better! Since it'd come so easily to him, he'd just assumed it would be so easy for Melissa as well.

Nedzu simply grinned. "Well, Yagi, they seem to have had enough time to adjust, haven't they?"

His grin became predatory. He leaned in next to Yagi, who shivered. The principal gestured over to a big red button.

"Yagi, would you like to test their mettle?"


On the holographic display, she could tell Uncle Might was holding something back despite his smile. "Well, Melissa, while your written exam was excellent... in the practical exam, you are only able to score five points. Though the method of earning those points was impressive... if you fail the practical exam, then you cannot make it into the Heroics course."

Melissa sat there, staring at the wrecked remains of the prototype Full Gauntlet. Even though she'd known it would happen... she still felt like she'd let Uncle Might down. Maybe this was his way of telling her that she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. She could feel tears building in the corners of her eyes.

"But there was more to the exam then met the eye!"

Melissa stared at the display behind Uncle Might's projection. Standing there, one after the other... all students she'd seen. "Melissa, they all came after the exams were over. Seems you made an impression!"

The first to speak was the girl with brown hair. "Um... excuse me?" She twisted the hem of her jumper. "You - you know that blonde girl? With the glasses? Well... can you give her some of the points I earned?"

Melissa couldn't help but stare. The girl continued talking. "It's just... I heard her saying, 'just a few more points!' So... could you give her some of mine? At least as many as she could have gotten if she hadn't needed to save me!"

The camera switched to one of the other boys there, who looked like he hadn't slept in a week, rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly... I put other people at risk, and I don't think I really deserve to be here. She... she saved us."

The last one was extremely short, with purple balls for hair. He looked like he was still freaking out about what had happened. "I'd like to get in, but if she hadn't destroyed that huge robot then I wouldn't be here! And I kind of feel bad for staring at her butt."

Melissa couldn't help but tear up. While she didn't remember the other, much shorter boy being there, and would have preferred if he hadn't been perving on her, she definitely remembered those two...


Earlier...

Uraraka blinked as the purple haired boy and the burly glasses guy rushed back, coming to as quick a stop as they could. "What-"

Shakily, the lanky boy managed to pull himself out of the glasses guy's arms, and ran over to her, shoving the rock on her leg off as carefully as he could. "Can you stand?"

Uraraka shook her head. "I-I think I twisted my ankle."

He swore under his breath. "Right." He turned to the other person who was standing there with a blank look on his face. A guilty look crossed over his own, then he closed his eyes.

Glasses stumbled, as if he was just waking up. He looked around. "What-"

Uraraka blinked as the purple-haired student pulled her onto his shoulder. "Sorry, but could you give me a hand? We've got to-"

THOOMP.

Even as Glasses ran over, Uraraka could tell it was going to be too late. Shakily, she turned to look at the colossal Zero Pointer. Purple Hair cursed, shooting a glance over at Glasses. "I'm sorry I roped you into this."

They tried to get away, Glasses student looking at him oddly. "I-I don't know what I'm doing here! You-you asked me if I wanted to be a Hero-"

The Zero Pointer raised its massive fist, ready to smash the puny meatbags below it into paste-!


Once again, Melissa found that she was moving without thinking. Before she knew what had happened, she was flying through the air like a shooting star aimed at its face. She cocked her left arm back, its Full Gauntlet primed and ready-

Despite how she felt about the advice, she clenched tight, and from the bottom of her heart cried out, "SMASH!"

Her fist made contact with its face, the cyclopean robot falling to pieces from the point of impact. She stared at the robot as it fell backwards, bringing down two simulated skyscrapers along the way.

For a second, she hung there. Then gravity picked up its jaw from the floor and pulled her down. Not just that, but her adrenaline wore off, and then there was pain. Looking behind her, she winced as she saw her legs flapping in the wind, like a pair of raw strips of bacon in front of a fan.

Gritting her teeth, she stared at the ground. Alright, I've got two arms to work with! I'll have to use another attack like that to cancel out the impact! I'll only have two shots - but I need to only make one!

The ground rushed closer. Melissa's glasses had nearly fallen off, only the hasty modifications she'd made to them allowing them to stay on. She frowned, trying to calculate the optimal angle to launch her attack-

SLAP!

Only for the brown-haired girl to slap her in the face, causing her to stop falling at terminal velocity, instead floating down like a fallen leaf. Below, the purple haired student watched, then caught her

"R-release..."

The brown haired nice girl managed to float back down on the piece of broken robot she'd rode. Then her eyes crossed, her hands flying to her mouth before...

"Blergh..."

The student holding Melissa up winced as his friend vomited. Tired eyes stared at her. "Are you alright?"

Melissa winced, then she remembered. "I-I just need one more point-"

"AAAAND... IT'S ALL OVER!"

Melissa's face fell. She'd blown it.


In three different rooms, All Might said the same thing.

"This... is your Hero Academia!"

There were tears. There were cheers. In Bakugo's case there were explosions.


In another room, the response was given by Power Loader to a group of young hopefuls.

"This is your Support Academia!"

In those rooms, there were tears of joy and some tears of remorse and regret. There was more cheering and a young man going over to see his friend about their results. Hatsume Mei's room exploded, for reasons unrelated to her passing.

But in one room, the response was different.

All Might gave a solemn frown. "Minoru Moneta, despite giving it your all you were unfortunately just below the cutoff point for entering the Hero Course. However, you are more than qualified to join the General Education course if you so desire!"

Mineta stared down at himself. Did his best? Not really. All he'd really done was perv on the, admittedly attractive girl who'd saved his ass. By the time he'd gotten his head in the game... it was too late.

Hopefully she'd been given his points. She'd need them more than him.

Still. Kind of hurt.

Mineta sighed. Then he perked up, a half-forgotten factoid about U.A coming to mind. There was a thing with the Sports Festival...

A plan in mind, Mineta smiled. This time, he wouldn't fuck up. He wasn't going to get distracted by hot babes!


AN: Surprised? I know I am. Despite restructuring this and rewriting parts, this all came really quickly! I hope it was more interesting than the usual Heroics Exam!

Some things stay the same with different actors. Some things change. Either way I hope this was enjoyable! These were scenes that I plotted out a couple of months beforehand.

Final scores if interested:

Bakugo - 77 Villain Points, 10 Rescue Points.

Shinsou - 24 Villain Points, 50 Rescue Points.

Melissa - 5 Villain Points, 65 Rescue Points.

Next time... will be a short time away!

I'll write some side stories and prepare something for you maggots.

Don't forget to comment! I need those moments man. I can quit any time I like!