[A/N] Fight scenes are not my strong point, I'm going to say this now. But I will try my utmost best.

Yuuma was an 11 year old boy going to a high school full of 14-15 year olds training to be heroes. Normally, this wouldn't even be possible, but special circumstances let him bypass the age-limit and now he was here, trying to be a hero. He would be the only one with his particular opportunity. Why? His aunt didn't really say. He thought he'd have to wait until he was 15 to get in but strings were pulled and now he was here. He'd trained and he was here.

And he was more nervous than he'd ever been before.

Yuuma immediately wanted to turn around and go home. But despite his best efforts his feet kept moving and he soon found himself beyond the threshold of the Yuuei High School Gate. He was sweating a bucket per second like it was his quirk and his movements were stiff despite all of the training he did. He should be confident right now, right? Everyone around him seemed to be. He'd trained and studied for so long, this should be a walk in the park, right?

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Should he just wait? He'd be 12 next month. What's three more years right?

These thoughts are why even though he took a step on to the campus, he had not moved from that spot for the past 15 minutes.

"Yuuma-chan?" A familiar voice cut him off from his racing thought as he turns to see a head full of curly dark green hair. "You're going to try out for Yuuei too? But isn't there an age limit?"

"My aunt told me there were special circumstances which is why I'm able to take the exams despite this fact." He answers simply. When Yuuma finally gets a good look at Izuku his senses are almost overloaded by the energy coming off of the older boy. "What...?" Izuku's energy was usually a steady green color, it was kind and comforting and warm, just like him. But this extra energy surrounding him was a blinding, boisterous mix of colors that seemed to be trying to combine with his own energy. But, it didn't seem to fit, like someone giant was trying to fit into a tiny car if that made any sense.

Because of how out of place it seems, Yuuma nerves are forgotten. This energy worries him, he could get hurt. No, he will get hurt if he tried to use all of it for whatever power it gave him. Yuuma was very worried.

"Izuku, who's energy is that? It doesn't look like yours."

Izuku was now the one sweating nervous bullets. His eyes went wide with shock and disbelief as he became a stuttering mess, trying to explain (lie) his way out. Yuuma had dropped the honorific he'd given them soon after they started going to school together, so Izuku knew that he was being absolutely serious with him. Plus he was using his first name, which only added to how serious Yuuma was being.

"I—um—got my quirk recently and—um—maybe that's why it um—looks like it's not um—mine—to you? Wait, energy? You can see energy?"

"It's weird, I'll explain it for your notebook later. This energy you have... It doesn't match up with you. It looks like it belongs to someone else, which is strange."

"W-w-w-what do y-y-y-you m-m-mean, Y-y-y-y-yuuma-c-c-chan?!" Dang this kid was perceptive. Izuku had already been found out not 5 hours after he got One-For-All?

"It's dangerous, Izuku... I'm worried." Yuuma's eyebrows creased beneath his bang, a frown forming the longer he stared at Izuku. Worry was painted all over his face. This caused Izuku to get his things together to try to reassure him somehow.

"I'll be okay, Yuuma-chan. Don't worry."

"Are you sure?" He said, his voice laced with uncertainty. Izuku nodded with all of the confidence he could muster (whish wasn't much, but it was enough). Normally, he'd be shaking like a leaf right now, but Yuuma needed assurance that he knew what he was doing.

Yuuma was the only one who always took his dreams seriously, even though he hit him with honest and innocent jabs that he should train his mind and body.

Stab.

That his many notes did not make up for hard work.

Stab. Stab.

And that being a hero wouldn't just fall into his lap like some miracle from the sky, and thinking it would at any point in time was very "Irrational."

[A/N] WATASHI GA KI—*STAB* IRONIC CRITICAL HIT DAMAGE MAX!

He meant well, he was just... very blunt about it. If only he knew what had been happening with him these past few months...

"I'm sure, Yuuma-chan."

"Alright. If you say so, Izuku-nii."

"Thank you. Yuuma-chan."

"But I'm still worried." He responded immediately. "Does Katsuki-nii know abou—"

"Oi, get the hell out the way, nerds!" Entered an explosive teen into the chat. He looked ready to blow everything up due to sheer irritation, and the other students walking pass them were giving him wary looks. "The fuck you staring at, you extras?!" They quickly averted their gaze and Yuuma turned to greet the ash blonde.

"Katsuki-nii, you shouldn't call everyone you meet 'extras'."

"Why the hell should I care?"

"Don't you want to make new friends?"

"Why would I need to surround myself with a bunch of nobodies?"

Yuuma stared at him for a minute, his eyes flickering into a small glow before it disappeared again. "...Are you nervous?" Katsuki gasped, "I'm nervous too. Ritsu always sits with me when I'm nervous and it helps a lot. I could sit with you if you want?"

"Do you wanna die, brat?!" He fumed, explosions sparking in his hands.

"Of course not." Yuuma did not take his threat seriously at all as he gave Katsuki yet another once over with his energy reading. He wasn't being very honest with himself, was he? "You'll do just fine. I believe in you. Both of you."

Both of their eyes widened, but Katsuki made sure to school it back into his resting bitch face before anyone noticed. Save for Yuuma because he was a perceptive little bastard.

In his banter with the two boys respectively, Yuuma had entirely forgotten about his nerves prior. He was very happy to be taking the test with his friends, that much was obvious to the two boys. He didn't notice they had both adopted small smiles on their faces.

Although Katsuki was quick to school it back into his natural scowl.

"How are you even taking these exams? Aren't you still in diapers?"

"I'm 11, I do not wear a diaper." He answered matter-of-factly. "My aunt told me there were special circumstances which is why I'm able to take the exams despite this fact." He informed for the second time that day. Katsuki hummed, not asking further than that. Although both of the older teens were worried that he was trying for this school way too soon.

They could not, however, deny the fact that Yuuma was strong. The sludge incident, and even passing incidents with bullies, had proven that fact to them. They knew that they hadn't even seen a sliver of the younger boy's power, and that fact was almost surreal to them. But unlike Katsuki who readily popped off explosions, Yuuma rarely, if ever, used his quirk publicly. Because of frequent talks due to his fascination, Izuku knew that Yuuma's quirk was potentially one of the most powerful he'd ever come across. But even then he'd never seen it in action except that one time, and that had only been a few seconds at most.

The red eyes that held unbridled rage and disgust, and power that added a crippling pressure to the air... Both of them knew that Yuuma was stronger than his small, kind, and unassuming self let on.

How strong was Yuuma Kageyama? It was a question both of them had wondered about and did not have an answer for.

They continued this back and forth where Yuuma is trying to convince Katsuki that he should make an effort to make friends and Katsuki vehemently refuting the mere notion of him lowering himself to the level of the extras that surrounded him. While that was happening, Yuuma was also asking Izuku a bunch of questions regarding the written part of the exams and how challenging he thought they'd be. They were sure that they would pass that, as much as they studied and over studied for it.

For the written exams it was relatively simple. They were in a room with a bunch of other students and the exam was set in front of them. They had a certain amount of time to complete it before it was to be collected by the proctors of said exam, and once that was done they were to go to a waiting area which was separated based on what course one was trying to get into. Of course, there were certain extra exams others had to take for the respective course they wanted to get in to, but in Yuuma's case that was the physical part of the hero course exam.

Yuuma finished his written exam quickly, feeling confident in his results. He made sure not to slack off on his studying even when he was tired from training. Once that was done and the tests were collected, Yuuma made his way to the auditorium in which they would be explaining the second part of the exam.

Yeah, his nerves had by then returned full force.

He found his seat between Katsuki and Izuku, naturally. And the lights went out as a tall man with gravity defying blond hair went up to the microphone. He wore a pair of triangular yellow shades and what looked to be some kind of speaker around his neck and a pair of headphones. The aura he put out was upbeat, fun, and loud in a visual sense.

"HELLO LISTENERS!" He shouted. Or was that just his normal talking voice? Yuuma wasn't sure, but which ever one it was, it was very loud. "CAN I GET A YEEAAHHH?"

Yes. Very Loud. His booming voice almost drowned out Yuuma's gradually increasing nerves.

Almost.

"It's Present Mic!" Izuku gushed in all of his fanboy glory. "The Voice Hero!" Yuuma thought this name was... very fitting. "I listen to his radio show every week!" Yuuma relaxed, just a bit, as Izuku proceeded to create a mutter storm in his excitement. It took his mind off of how nervous he was, just a little bit. Katsuki on the other hand was obviously annoyed by Izuku's muttering habit.

"Shut up, damned nerd!"

He was ignored.

Then it got to where he was explaining about the cards they were given. On it they had their assigned areas for testing, and there were pictures depicted the faux villains they'd be facing. Each of them had a set amount of points depending on their difficulty, but there was one that stuck out to Yuuma. What was it for? Something seemed fishy. Was it intentional? It had a purpose, that's for sure. It wouldn't be there otherwise. But why? What for?

"Which Battle Center are you in, brat?" Katuski asked, breaking Yuuma away from his thoughts.

"Battle Center C." He answered.

"So they don't want friends working together, huh? Guess I won't get to show you who's the best." He displayed a murderous and maliciously sadistic grin. "Killing these robots will be cake."

For a moment Yuuma's nerves are again forgotten as he realized what Katsuki had just said.

"Katsuki-nii... You just said 'friends'. You just verbally admitted that we're your friends!" Said boy's ears burned as he tried to vehemently deny that fact as if it was the worst thing Yuuma could have accused him of, but the sparkle in the young boy's eyes were a force to be reckoned with. He was even smiling now

Precious innocence. At this point, Katsuki was sure that it was part of his damned quirk. It had to be part of his quirk, there was no other way to explain how fucking adorable this kid was when he was happy. It made zero sense.

"Shut up Bowl-Cut!" He whisper yelled, looking away from him so he wouldn't be blinded. Yuuma's eyes gave away how happy he was in that moment. Damn those large innocent puppy eyes of his and his overflowing purity and nonsensical level of understanding and perception—

"Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?" A student a few rows in front of them stood up. He had dark blue hair and square-rimmed glasses that framed his face. He gave off a studious and rigid aura, very straight-laced. He was very muscular from what Yuuma could see

"Of course, Listener!" He gives a thumbs up as his go ahead for the student to continue.

"It states that there are four villains, but you have only gone through three of them. If this is a mistake, Yuuei should be ashamed. And you with the green unruly hair!"

"Y-yes?!" Izuku blurted out, broken out of his mutter storm.

"You've been muttering non-stop since the orientation began! If you are here to mess around then I suggest you leave now."

"Sor—"

"Excuse me, sir." Yuuma started politely, stopping Izuku from apologizing. "But no one other than you has cared that my friend was muttering because they were focused on the orientation. If you felt the need to comment about it, then does that mean you were paying more attention to his muttering than the presentation?"

Stab.

"Which you are interrupting right now. Even if my friend was muttering, that didn't stop the orientation from going on like you have."

Stab stab.

"What if he was about to explain it to us when you stopped him? Assuming something without all of the facts is not very hero-like, sir. It is irrational."

Critical hit! Stab.

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The straight-laced boy promptly shut tf up and sat back down, Present Mic continuing by answering the boy's question. Katsuki was trying and failing to contain his laughter, Izuku was amazed yet again by Yuuma's blunt delivery of observations. Yuuma was just confused as to why his friends were acting as such. Did he do something funny? Was there something on his face? Did he have bed hair? He was sure he'd brushed his hair before he came though...

"That villain is an obstacle," He said, an odd smile on his face, "It is worth zero points, so you should just avoid it."

This for some reason unnerved Yuuma greatly. Flashes of unpleasant memories reared their ugly heads within his mind.

It didn't feel human. To Yuuma, it felt... like a monster.

'D-don't leave... You don't have to fight that monster...'

Yuuma steadied his breathing, just like he practiced. In. Out. That did not get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth.

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"Yuuma, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered Izuku immediately.

Since when did Heroes run away from a villain when people were in danger?

His reaction did not go unnoticed by the two older boys beside him. They noticed that for that split second, Yuuma's usually calm, steady presence became heavy and dark. They noticed when his eyes dulled from their usual shine and became distant, as if he were far away. It had happened on more than one occasion, but they never had the courage to ask him what he was thinking about that made him feel whatever dark emotion had flashed across his face. There were so many that they couldn't pinpoint it, and it didn't help that since coming back his emotions had become a lot harder to read than they used to be.

Yuuma used to be an open book. It had been so easy to tell when he was happy, sad, or frustrated. But ever since he'd gotten back, they noticed how that wasn't the case anymore. He didn't smile as often, if something was bothering him, he didn't let it show, and there was this feeling they would get from him sometimes.

Like he was just in a calm before the storm was about to hit. They could see it in his eyes when he got into one of those dark, quiet moods. So many emotions would flash though his eyes, but there was one that was the most prominent:

The subtle, boiling and undirected rage and sadness.

What had made him feel such emotions? What was over-shadowing his usual shine? The boys weren't sure, and Yuuma never told them. Between them, it was an untouched subject. They didn't want to pressure Yuuma into telling them, so both of them silently agreed that they would wait until the day he was ready to tell them, no matter how much they wanted to know so they could try to help him.

Yuuma didn't know that his friends were thinking like that, only concentrating on the strange sentence that was just said.

Yuuma thought that Present Mic, a hero, saying something like that, was extremely out of place. But he kept these thoughts to himself as he said his goodbyes and good lucks to his friends, heading off to his area to begin his practical exam. His nerves were gone, the unpleasant flashback completely replacing the feeling with something darker.

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He got to the insanely large gate, seeing the mock city just beyond it. Normally, he'd be wondering what kind of budget they had to afford something so grand, but at the moment he didn't care. He was on a mission. He needed to win.

Main Objective: Defeat as many villains as possible with the allotted time.

Possible Objective: Rescue? If a villain that could cause massive damage is to appear, then the examinee that can't get away in time could be in danger. If Yuuma let them get hurt because he was too concentrated on his objective then he might as well quit then and there.

A hero doesn't abandon those in need if they can help. He wouldn't be a hero if he did that, he wouldn't be a person.

He wouldn't be Yuuma, who loves to help.

Other Possible Objective: Defeat the Zero Pointer? Letting a villain run rampant and mindlessly destroy what's around is dangerous. A hero must make sure that civilians are safe and kept safe until the villain is apprehended and/or defeated. Yuuma still wasn't sure about this goal, but he knew that in real scenarios like this one...

'I know you're scared, buddy.'

A hero doesn't just run away...

'Mommy and Daddy just got a little work to do.'

No matter how scared they are, they fight on.

'I'm sorry, buddy.'

No matter the odds, they fight on.

'We're gonna protect you, Yuuma. You, and your bright future.'

No matter what, they fight on. Even if it's to the bitter end.

Was it something to commend? Or was it foolishness disguised as heroics? After all of these years, Yuuma was still unsure of the answer. But from the standpoint of Yuuma, he found himself belittling the act more and more because he lost something irreplaceable.

He lost something and it was praised by the public as an honorable loss.

It made him feel sick.

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Yuuma breathed in. He breathed out. His eyes lost their light and his expression went neutral. The whistle blew for the practical to start, and without missing a beat Yuuma made his way into the mock city. He drowned out everything else he was feeling. He didn't have time to dwell on inner turmoil, his Aunt trained him better than that.

'Keep to your goal, think of nothing else. I'm no hero, but when I'm on a mission, I don't take baggage with me. Erase the nonsense in your mind and focus. Underthinking something is dangerous, but overthinking is just as dangerous. Useless things can bother you, but there is a time and place to let that show and it ain't now.'

Yuuma flew into the city at a steady pace, closing his eyes as he spread his psychic energy out in all directions. There were lots of examinees present, but Yuuma looked over them to discover his targets. Moving masses of machinery all varying in size and shape, all of them giving him the same type of reading. Mock Villains. He managed to map the locations of 1, 2, and 3 pointers nearing his location. Opening his eyes as he committed that information to memory, he started to move again.

Two one-pointers and a three-pointer. Compared to Yuuma these machines were imposing. They towered over the 11 year old with full intentions of overpowering the seemingly helpless boy. Yuuma just stood there, without an ounce of of fear on his face. If they had the capacity to feel any emotion, they would probably be feeling dread over what happen next.

The blue glow spread over Yuuma's palms as he spread his arms out. The same glow could be seen from the robots, and in that instant they struggled to move. Within that same breath Yuuma made a sharp motion with his arms, crossing them over each other. The robots crashed into each other with ferocious velocity, becoming mere piles of scrap metal. But Yuuma wasn't done.

'Just tossing stuff around with your telekinesis will only take you so far. It can be used in more ways than you think. There will be times when the normal way of thinking won't work, so you have to find something that does.'

Yuuma flicked his fingers towards the wreckage he'd created, and pieces of sharp metal splinter off of the robots' bodies. Within moments, the child is surrounded by makeshift weapons of ominously floating mock villain remains. He closed his eyes again as he looked for more prey villains to massacre defeat. Mindlessly running around would waste stamina, something that he would need if something were to go wrong.

As his aunt had drilled into him, 'Things that can go wrong, will go wrong, so you have to make sure that when it does you are ready.'

"Found you." Yuuma didn't bother to open his eyes as the flying metal blades whooshed pass him and through the alleys of the mock city. His precise control made it effortless to weave through the twist and turns to get to his targets. Sounds of metal on metal clashing, ripping, and tearing each other apart echoed until the area around Yuuma was cleared. He could hear people protesting about random metal pieces flying and taking their points, but Yuuma could care less.

What did they think this was, a game? Were they only worried about the points and not the problems themselves? Was this just a test to them? Some of them don't even look like they trained for this. Did they think that their quirk was enough to get them in and didn't try anything else?

They think this is for fun?

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Ridiculous.

'Training is meant to be taken seriously. The mentality 'it was only a test, it wasn't real' won't work here. You want real results? You put in real effort. So come at me with everything you got, Yuuma!'

"I hope they realize it before it's too late." Yuuma whispered to himself as he ran off to a new area. On some robots he covered his body in a layer of psychic energy, making it stronger, And just hit where their joints were to immobilize them.

If he kept using telekinesis he knew he'd become much too tired. It was moments like these he was thankful. Aunt Airi had been training him along with Ritsu in her form of martial arts since he was seven years old. At first it was just so they knew self defense, but eventually Yuuma found a passion in it and wanted to continue further.

Her fighting style was the example of fluid motion. It led the enemy into a dance in which she was the lead. One followed her rules, went at her pace. The moment one is caught in it there is no escape. To pull this off, one mustn't be stiff in their movements, which is why the muscles had to be prepared from an early age. Flexibility to be able to adapt to any situation. The next feature of this fighting style was knowing the weak points in the body and aiming for them precisely. Although Yuuma still had a lot to learn, he knew where some of these places were, at least the most important ones.

On robots that didn't really matter though, but it made spotting the weaknesses in their build very easy. Using a minimal amount of his energy, he was able to best any robot he eventually came into contact with.

Yuuma's confidence in himself was growing with each robot he managed to defeat, and each trainee he managed to save from being injured because of their own mistakes and under-preparation. He could do this. He was doing this. He felt good about himself and how he was managing. He was sure his Aunt would be proud of him.

He was doing his best and he felt good about it.

And that's when the zero pointer decided to show up and whatever confidence he had vanished instantly. The sirens blared and he was sure Present Mic had announced that they only had just over a minute left. It was a towering mass of destruction that laid waste to everything around it. It had no qualms about the students who were unfortunate enough to be caught in its wake.

Pure unfiltered madness. The mock city was laid to waste within moments and students were scrambling to escape. Meanwhile, Yuuma was stuck in place, his nerves and bewilderment slapping him in the face.

And one thought crossed his mind as he looking up towards its singular, menacing red robotic eye:

"...How much did that thing even cost? Is Yuuei insane?"

A certain dog/mouse/bear drinks his tea as an unnerving cackle escapes him. The staff present collectively shiver, and a certain hobo-like insomniac lets his own amused grin slip out.

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[A/N] Again. Fight scenes are not my strongest point. But I will try my best. See you in part two of the entrance exam!