Hopefully this chapter doesn't require as many post-release changes as the last one. But with my luck Im fucking myself with that wish.

So the thing about this chapter is that it wasn't supposed to be released until Monday. Now, because I was working on this chapter at the same time as last chapter you guys get it early.


Aizawa had driven her to school on the first day. While not inconvenient for Shihouin, she didn't know when school started so she saw it best to show up early. Shouta didn't complain, he was too busy worrying about Yagi's heir to do so.

The drive was short, evidenced by the low traffic rate and how it took her only an hour to get there on foot from her apartment. In terms of driving there it was a little under fifteen minutes.

When she got there she could finally step inside U.A. proper. The school itself was rather spacious, and she was let to freely roam as long as she stayed out of teachers only spaces. She was currently in a wide hallway with a window to the outside, walking towards to cafeteria.

On turning the next corner, she would be met with the massive atrium-like room. Retro styled picnic benches were scattered around the room in an orderly fashion, and it even had large booths for the students to sit at.

"So this is the school cafeteria?" She said.

"That would be correct, Shihouin-chan," a voice said behind her.

Yoruichi, slightly startled by the sudden presence, turned around to face the man behind her. Except there was no one behind her.

"Down here!" The voice exclaimed cheerfully.

Yoruichi tilted her head downwards, eyes widening to see the strange creature at her feet. "What are you?"

The strange... animal thing laughed at the girl's confusion. "Sorry to have disturbed you. My name is Nezu," he greeted kindly, extending his paw-like hand to meet Yoruichi's. Reciprocating, she shook the paw. "I am the principal of the school, and will be responsible for all you wonderful students!"

This thing was the principal? It was like meeting Komamura all over again. Not like she had any room to complain when she could turn into a cat.

"Shihouin Yoruichi, as you already know. I'd ask you to drop the honorifics for me but..."

"I'm afraid I must maintain a professional demeanor with everyone I meet, students and teachers alike," he explained.

She had thought so. "So were you headed somewhere?" Yoruichi asked. "I don't mean to hold you."

"It's perfectly fine," the mouse-like creature named Nezu replied. "I already finished all my morning meetings and stayed up late to do any paperwork. Perhaps you would like a tour of the campus before it gets crowded?"

Yoruichi scratched the back of her head, hesitating an answer. She could easily figure her way around on her own, but with nothing better to do and no students yet to arrive, she may as well. Yoruichi shrugged and replied, "Sure."

"Excellent! Right this way!"

Nezu had led her out of the cafeteria through an adjacent hallway. This hallway didn't have windows, but did appear to have multiple forks in its path.

"Would I be correct in assuming that you've already visited your classroom?"

"Yes," Yoruichi nodded. "I've been."

Nezu hummed in delight. "Where else have you been?"

"I've seen where the nearest restroom to my classroom is and the support workshop," Yoruichi answered. "Maijima-sensei told me a bit about it."

Nezu looked back at her. "Not used to calling people by superior honorifics?"

"No," she admitted. "Never really saw the point in it, but if I have to do it I'll oblige." The only other person she obliged was Shigekuni Genryusai, and it was only because he scared her, she just didn't show it. Hell, he scared most people; the man could snap a person like a twig and not even pull out his Zanpakuto.

And Unohana, she remembered. Unohana scared everyone, and she was a healer.

"This way then!" Nezu exclaimed, pointing to the left pathway with a hyperactive movement of the arm.

Yoruichi followed, walking with Nezu down the hallway labeled 'Gen-Ed'. Just by the label she had a general idea of what classes were taken here and was surprised a school for heroes had such standard courses.

"As you may have guessed," Nezu began, "'Gen-Ed' stands for general education. It is here where you will find more standard classes like science, mathematics, Japanese and English, history, and economics."

"Yeah, I thought so," Yoruichi had returned, hoping to not sound rude.

"Your quirk is quite interesting, you know."

It was a topic that came out of nowhere. Quirk. She couldn't help but snicker at the topic, but over time she became desensitized to the word. With how people observed her quirk, they would either call it speed or teleportation. She was hoping to keep it that way as to avoid any more questions, hoping to not have to pull out Shunko.

"What's so interesting about it?"

"You say it's a speed based quirk, but speed quirks have there limits as to how fast they can go. It's really more like, visually regarding, teleportation."

Yoruichi chuckled slightly. "I get that a lot."

The entire conversation had begun to put Yoruichi on edge. She couldn't say why, but it felt as if this mouse was trying to catch her slip up.

"While we're on the topic of interesting things, I wanted to point out your hero costume." Now that's something that wasn't so interesting. She knew that her costume was more like attachable pieces instead of one single suit, making it a bit different than other costumes, but there was nothing special about it.

"Could you explain?"

"It's very simplistic. Not at all flashy and more pragmatic than most I've seen." Nezu turned the corner back down to Yoruichi's home room class. "Four separate armor pieces, each separated between two gauntlets and two leg guards, all meant to function more like an offensive tool than defense. Then you had a thick electrical blanket with heat and frost resistant properties to be refitted into a cloak."

"It's nothing special," Yoruichi stated. "I just wanted something actually meant for the job."

Nezu nodded his head, seeming to agree with Yoruichi's reasoning. "There were also the throwing knives and razor wire you asked for in your forms. While we did give you your Anken, as you called them, we could not get you any of the razor wire."

"That's fine. At least I got the Anken."

They had finally reached class 1-A, where the teacher was still absent. Nezu lightly chuckled when looking behind the teacher's desk, unsurprised at the absence of Aizawa.

Yoruichi looked back behind her, watching the animal-like principal walk down the hallway with a friendly wave goodbye. She hummed in thought before walking into the classroom, taking her seat and laid down her head.


Aizawa had been laying down in the teacher's lounge half asleep in a yellow bedroll for almost twenty minutes at this point. Nemuri and Ishimiya sat at different parts of the room working on their laptops, writing up lesson plans for the day.

Shouta already knew what he'd be doing for the day. He knew that his students would see it as a way to let loose with their quirks, but to him it was much more. These kids went their entire lives without being able to fully see what their quirks could do. While some knew what their quirks could do, not all of them were given that chance. Especially Shihouin.

Shihouin Yoruichi was an anomaly. She was either an extremely durable kid with a single quirk she shouldn't have, or a kid with multiple quirks. The only alternative is that someone didn't need to have a more streamlined body to have a quirk, or her body was streamlined in other ways.

He remembered taking her out a few times to give her the physical fitness tests that she would have taken in middle school. Aizawa did learn something interesting about the girl, but not worth remembering for the moment.

Aizawa sighed, shutting his eyes further and waited for the opening bell to go off.


The opening bell had gone off only twenty minutes ago. Since then a handful of students had shown up, making the once vacant classroom lively.

First was an odd looking kid with a bird's head that was black as night. What made it especially strange was that the rest of his body was human. Alongside him came another kid with circular elbows that were probably apart of his quirk.

A few minutes behind them was Ashido and some other kid she sorta knew. He had upward spiked, red hair and a muscular physique. When Ashido approached Yoruichi the boy approached as well. He seemed friendly, and appeared to be a bit too chivalrous for his own good. His name was Eijiro Kirishima.

More ended up piling in. From a girl who would make this "kero" noise either intentionally or unconsciously, to a boy with a tail for his quirk.

It was an interesting cast that was beginning to shape up, Yoruichi had to admit that. She only wondered when she'd meet the blood lusted kid who had a taste for battle.

The one boy who stood out from all of them was a little midget of a kid with purple ball-like hair. It wasn't his quirk that made him stand out – that would go to the bird headed kid, Tokoyami – but instead, his personality. He was a perverted little shit that would constantly try and peek up girl's skirts. The only funny thing about would would be his height advantage, making him harder to detect doing it.

He tried it with Ashido, and got thrown across the room. He tried it with a girl called Momo, and got a bō-staff to his eye. When he tried it with Yoruichi, he left the room semi-coherent on a stretcher.

Yoruichi didn't mean for it to be that bad, but he was asking for it. When recovery girl came down to scold her, it was actually rather light. All's she got from the old woman was "Be more careful next time, or you could get in big trouble" and she left the room. As if she was only mad that the girl would've gotten in trouble, not the fact that she could've easily hospitalized the pervert.

The little pervert, named Minoru Mineta, ended up back in the room only fifteen minutes later, giving Shihouin a wide berth. Wherever she was, he was twenty feet away. Yoruichi had at least half of her attention trained on him, keeping an eye on whenever he got a little too close to his female classmates.

The next person to file into the classroom had a familiar scowl. His eyes locked onto Yoruichi and hers went away from Mineta for a second.

"You!" He shouted.

"What about me?" She asked back, falsely clueless as to why could be angry.

"You think you're tough shit don't you?"

"Just a little," she teased back, watching the kid turn bright red in anger.

"Well I got news for you! I'm number one here, and if you or anyone else of these extras think otherwise I'll put you in your place!"

"Hold on-" Yoruichi shifted her attention from the raging blonde for only a moment. It clearly got the attention of the kid, because he started shouting his head off.

"I'm talking to-!"

Yoruichi ignored the boy and called out to one of her classmates. "Tsu! Below you!"

The "kero" girl looked beneath her, looking Mineta's head sticking out from beneath the desk. She opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the boy's head, covering his eyes and flinging him across the room and into the wall.

"You were saying something?" Yoruichi said, her attention back at the blonde.

"Don't ignore me!"

"You have my full attention now, go on."

The blonde began stammering over his words in unrestrained rage. It was almost to a funny, evidenced by a small smile creeping across Yoruichi's face. His face became redder, the boy himself almost foaming at the mouth.

"Weren't you going to say something?" Yoruichi prodded, claiming a more relaxed posture and reclining against the seat with her feet on the desk.

Small explosions were released from the tips of his fingers. The anger from this kid was radiating off of him in waves, grabbing the full attention of everyone in the room.

The boy had looked around the room, noticing all the eyes on him. "What're you all looking at!?"

The kid's spat of rage had ended, but he was clearly still angry. Stomping his feet while doing so, he marched to his assigned seat. In his best attempt to ignore the rest of the class, he looked out of the window.

Mina was the first to approach Yoruichi. "What's his deal?"

Yoruichi snickered at the memory. "I stole two points from him in the entrance exam."

Another few tiny explosions sounded from where the blonde was sitting, alongside the crunching of wood. A handful of eyes shot to him, including the eyes of Yoruichi and Ashido.

"Okay, maybe it was something else."

"What was it?" Ashido asked, curious of the general details.

"No clue-"

The blonde shot Io and turned to the two girls. "The hell do you mean you don't know!?"

"I just don't know why you're so mad at me," Yoruichi answered. "If it's not the points, then what?"

"I'm supposed to be number one and you took that from me!"

Yoruichi looked to the boy while taking a few sticks of pocky offered by Mina. "You saying I got first place?"

"You didn't watch the video?" Mina asked.

"Nah," Yoruichi replied. "My legal guardian's the home room teacher. He just told me I passed and got one of the higher scores in class."

"Ooh! That's so cool! What's he like?"

Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "A buzzkill. He's competent, but not someone enjoys having fun."

"I'm talking to you!" The boy shouted from across the room. "So what, you have connections in the school? Did daddy bend the rules for you so you could get in?"

"One: he's not my dad," Yoruichi corrected. "What part of legal guardian did you not understand. And two: I don't think he likes me very much, so I don't think he'd care if I got in or not."

"I'll still show you regardless of how you got in! I'm the best in this class!"

"Is that a challenge?" Yoruichi goaded, turning her head to the boy.

"I'll wipe the floor with your face!"


Izuku ran down the empty hallway, frantically looking for class 1-A hoping he wouldn't be late. This school was way too big.

His feet kept hitting the floor, hurrying to look for his class. "Class 1-A, 1-A..." he repeated to himself.

It was just then his eyes landed on the sign. "Found it!"

He stopped dead in his tracks, right before a door that was at least three and a half times his height. It bore the same symbol as the sign above, that being '1-A'. Perhaps it was for accessibility? Should any students have a quirk involving gigantism?

He stood in front of the door for a few seconds, unsure of what could be behind it. His face crinkled with anxiety, thinking of who could be in the room.

There were two people he was hoping wouldn't be behind the door. The first one being Bakugo, a bully and abuser who he still considered a friend. He wasn't sure why he thought that way, even through everything he put him through.

The second one was another boy he met at the exams. It was the same one who scolded him in the presentation. Blue hair, glasses and an engine quirk in his legs. He never got his name, but the boy intimidated him a bit.

If he had to pick to be in a classroom room either of them he'd choose the mean kid instead of Bakugo. But if given the choice to take a class with neither of them he'd jump at the chance.

Izuku shook the worries from his head, but they were still kept in his heart. "I hope I'm not in the same class with the scary peopl--" He rolled open the door to see the scary kid arguing with Shihouin and Bakugo, silent, staring out of the window.

It was strange seeing Bakugo like that: brooding and not shouting at others.

"Don't put yourselves on the desks! That's disrespectful to school property!"

His eyes immediately shot over to Shihouin... who had pocky up her nose and extruding from the top of her mouth like tusks. She also had her feet sat on the desk. A pink haired and skinned girl sat on the desk beside her.

"Dude, calm down. It's just a desk," the pink haired girl said.

"Don't you think that's disrespectful to the U.A upperclassmen who sat there before you, as well as the manufacturers who made it?"

"I don't think they care," the pinkette replied.

"Yo! Midoriya-kun!" Yoruichi called out to him, the sound of her words altered by the pocky what Midoriya assumed to be imitating tusks.

"Sh-Shihouin! I-it's been awhile."

The mean kid averted his gaze from Yoruichi and over to Izuku. Her callout also got the attention of Bakugo who had stopped looking out of the window to scowl at him.

"Good morning!" He announced himself to the green haired boy. "I am from Somei Private academy! My name is Iida Tenya. A pleasure to meet you!" He finished with a bow, leaving most of the class to stare in awkward silence.

"Midoriya Izuku. N-nice to meet you Iida-kun."

Iida placed his hands at his side gave a deep, apologetic bow. "Midoriya-kun, you realized there was more to the practical exam than the presenter let on, didn't you?"

"Huh?"

"I am sorry I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but for that you are better than me."

Izuku didn't want to say it, but he didn't realize anything. It was clear Iida was referencing rescue points. He didn't want to embarrass the kid, so he kept quiet.

"Oh! I remember your hair!" A voice exclaimed from behind him. "You're the plain-looking kid!"

He turned around immediately at the noise. 'It's the nice girl!'

"You passed, just like Present Mic Said! Of course you did! You're punch was amazing-"

The nice girl's words were drowned out by Izuku's thoughts. He couldn't help but acknowledge that she looked good in a uniform. It was different from the way Yoruichi's uniform complemented her. The nice girl's uniform made her look more cute than it did intimidating.

From the few encounters Midoriya had with Shihouin, the girl always had an intimidating stare to him. It was almost as if, if she wanted to, she could touch his soul. Granted, he didn't think she was filled with ill intentions, but the opposite in fact.

"-Oh, well, uhh... it was kinda thanks to you going to speak to him directly-" Midoriya could feel his face burning up. He was nervous again.

"Hmm?" She hummed. "How did you know about that?"

"Oh. It's actually because..." he looked back at Bakugo and his words got stuck in his throat.

In only the few seconds he looked at his a whole day's worth of memories flooded into his mind.

Getting called into the front office with Bakugo and being congratulated on getting into U.A wasn't something he thought would end well. It didn't. Bakugo ended up backing him into an alley behind the school and threatening him to tell him how he got in U.A.

It took more than he had to stand up to him for all it was worth. His heart was racing just at the thought of it, even though it was already done.

By the time he snapped back to reality, he had heard the girl keep going.

"I wonder if today's just the entrance ceremony and orientation? I wonder what our teacher's like?"

Izuku couldn't help but feel nervous about the fact a girl was so close to him. 'S-so close!'

"Aren't you nervous?" The girl went on.

A voice game from the ground beneath them. "We aren't here to play at being friends. Go somewhere else if that's what you want to do."

The whole room went silent at the voice. Yoruichi was the only one to give any differing reaction, rolling her eyes and quietly sighing at the voice.

The nice girl turned around and looked at the floor. In a yellow sleeping bag was a half-awake adult who looked worn out. "This is the hero course."

He began to unzip the bag and pulled out an MRE which he began to sip on. Still in his bag, he stood up then began to unzip the rest of it.

"That was eight seconds it took to be quiet. Time is limit-" he took one look at the room and stared at Shihouin intently. "Shihouin-chan, please remove that from your nose."

With a sharp and powerful exhale from her nose, two stick of pocky were launched across the room and hit Bakugo in the back of the head. Yoruichi quickly finished the pocky that was in her mouth. Izuku's heart dropped.

"The hell-!"

"Quiet," their teacher interrupted with almost no energy. "And Shihouin-chan, don't do that again."

"Sure," Yoruichi replied.

It was Iida's turn to look mortified. If Izuku could take a guess, purely based off of Iida's personality, it would be from what he assumed to be blatant disrespect towards their teacher.

"As I was seeing, time is limited. I'm your home room teacher, Aizawa Shouta." From his bedroll he pulled out a blue and red uniform with the letters 'U' and 'A' embroidered onto it. "Put these on and go to the field. You have ten minutes."


"A quirk assessment test?!" Was the almost collective reaction from the class. The only few who gave no reaction were Shihouin, Bakugo and Todoroki.

It definitely was sudden, the whole class would admit. It wasn't at all what they were expecting.

"What about the entrance ceremony? Orientation?" Ochaco spoke out.

"Hero's don't have time for leisurely events. If you want to be a hero, neither will you," Aizawa explained. The crowd seemed to take a step back. "U.A.'s selling point is the unrestricted school traditions. This is how teachers run their classes. This will be how I run my class."

He fully turned around to face his class. It was a mix of surprised and displeased faces among all of them, the only exceptions being two of the aforementioned three, Shihouin and Todoroki. Neither of them seemed to care.

Yoruichi would only have a vague idea what he was talking about with what they did in junior high, or what she did in junior high. She got the highest score so she would be the one to demonstrate.

"Time for a physical fitness test. This time you'll all be using your quirks, unlike you all were in junior high." Yoruichi clearly had no clue what Aizawa was talking about, but for both of their sakes she ran with whatever he said. "Japan still uses the average results of students not using their quirks. This is completely irrational. Well, the ministry of education is procrastinating."

He took a step away from the crowd and backwards to the chalk lines in the dirt. "Shihouin, you finished at the top of the practical exams."

"Yeah," she answered back, short and to the point.

Bakugo looked like a vein had popped in his head. It was probably something he didn't like to acknowledge. Unfortunately it was something he'd have to get over if he wants to be a hero.

"Do you remember the best result for your softball throw?"

/

Three Months Ago

Aizawa led Yoruichi out to a baseball field near the border of the Shizuoka and Yamanashi prefectures.

"So what's all this for?" Yoruichi asked.

"Softball throw," Aizawa answered. "In junior high, you'd typically do a physical fitness test. Because we cant pull up any information on you, we're doing this here. Without quirks."

"That's it?"

"This is it."

Yoruichi stretched and rotated her body, hearing a few bones pop in the process. Yoruichi was handed a softball and told to go stand at the pitchers plate.

"First up, softball throw."

...

"I said no quirks."

"I can't shut it off, I can only control the strength."

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"...around 108 meters," she answered, unsure of the exact number.

"I want you to do your strongest throw. Don't feel any need to hold your strength back. Also, don't exit the circle."

Yoruichi readied up in the best pitching stance she could imitate and Aizawa readied his phone.

"Go," he ordered, letting Shihouin throw the ball as hard as she could.

When the ball left her hands it created a small explosion that broke the sound barrier. The ball itself was launched into the air, flying and coming back down at a lob.

"Know your maximum first," he said, addressing the crowd with his back still turned.

With the arc coming down at, the ball ended up smashing into the top of an office building and broke off a chunk of concrete from the corner of the building. "U.A. will pay for damages, don't worry about that."

He was still looking down at his phone until it beeped. Lifting his face to see the crowd, he began to speak again. "That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero."

Aizawa lifted his phone to show Shihouin's score as she rejoined the crowd. With his phone turned sideways, the screen displayed 2,492.2 meters. 'She's holding back. That was a meter less than last time she fully used her quirk.'

"What the-! That's insane!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"Since when can your quirk do that?!" Mina shouted in awe at her friend's strength.

Aizawa was really hoping for extreme versatility in her quirk and not having multiple.

"Sweet! We can use our quirks as much as we want!" Hanta shouted excitedly. "This looks like fun!"

Aizawa huffed. 'Fun'. "'This looks like fun'?" He parroted. "You have three years to pass this class. Are you going to have that attitude the whole time?"

Aizawa gained a smile, a smile Yoruichi had never seen in all her hours spent with him. It was... unsettling. "You want fun? How about this? Whoever comes in last place of all eight tests will be judged to have no potential as hero and will be expelled from U.A."

The whole crowd looked unfazed. This time it was four people unfazed by his declaration. Yaoyarozu Momo, Bakugo Katsuki, Shihouin Yoruichi and Todoroki Shouto. They must be pretty confident if they think they could pass all eight tests. He didn't doubt that they could, but there was one boy that caught his eye.

/

"Shihouin-chan, you wouldn't mind telling me about the boy Yagi-san had with him, would you?"

"That depends-"

"I'm still not paying you..."

"..."

"I'll buy you something-"

"Deal."

Her response was quick. She was shrewd, he'd admit that much. "He has curly and green hair, freckles, pale skin, and a plain face."

"Thanks," Aizawa said, making his way for the door.

He could feel Shihouin's eyes locked on him. She clearly had something to say, so he turned around to let her ask.

"I did a bit of browsing online, and I found an article buried a mound of irrelevant stuff. It's about an entire class being expelled from U.A. last year." The way she looked at Aizawa was accusatory, but not without understanding. "Would you know anything about that...?"

\

She knew. Aizawa didn't care if she let anyone else know, in fact she actually planted an the idea to let others know in her head. Shouta knew Shihouin wasn't ignorant and knew what he was doing.

When Shihouin let the cat out of the bag his smile grew. "You mean like last year?" She asked.

"That would be correct," Aizawa answered, his smile growing at the panic on the student's faces.

Momo no longer looked confident and went into a panic. "Yaoyorozu-chan, you thought I was bluffing, didn't you?"

"I-uh... y-yes, Aizawa-sensei."

Izuku looked especially panicked and Yoruichi actually looked like she felt bad for going along with it.

"It's only the first day of school! This is too unfair!" Ochaco shouted.

Aizawa huffed at the announcement. "Natural disasters, big accidents and selfish villains. Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. Japan, and the whole world, is fill with unfairness. It is a hero's responsibility to reverse those situations. If you wanted to hang out with your friends at a Mickey D's after school, tough shit. For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. So go beyond. Plus Ultra."

Determination, confidence, strength. Aizawa saw all of this from these students. He saw at all in every single one of them. Especially in the heir for All Might. He showed all of these, but he wasn't sure if he embodied them.

"Now that the demonstration is over, the real thing starts now."

...

Test 1: 50-meter dash

First up, Asui Tsuyu facing off Iida Tenya. Just from who was against who Aizawa could tell who would win. When the gunshot sounded, Iida sprang coward seconds ahead of Asui.

The robot at the end of the course announced the scores of both.

Iida Tenya: 3.04 Seconds

Asui Tsuyu: 5.58 seconds

...

Up next Uraraka Ochako and Mashirao Ojiro. Uraraka was the only person preparing with her quirk by making her clothes lighter.

The gunshot sounded and they were both off.

Mashirao Ojiro: 5.54 seconds

Uraraka Ochako: 7.15 seconds

...

Shihouin Yoruichi vs Aoyama Yuga. This couldn't be anymore of a crushing defeat if Aizawa had seen one. But he set it up, so he has to see it.

The starting sound shot off, and they were both off.

While what Yuga did was impressive and ingenious, it wouldn't help him. He jumped into the air and activated his navel laser, propelling him backwards and towards the finish line. Yoruichi just disappeared from the starting line and appeared at the end.

No one could even blink.

ShihouinYoruichi: 0.00000000000000000001013 Seconds

Aoyama Yuga: 5.51 Seconds

Yuga ended up falling down midway through his quirk and had to restart it again.

"Looking at the upper limit of your quirks and how much room for growth in each result, it becomes clear what you can and can't do."

...

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku.

Just from the previous display it became clear who got the top score. Even Iida seemed jealous by the look on his face, but took it in stride. Or at least the best stride he could.

The crowd looked on at the two when the gun sound went off.

Bakugo immediately shot himself into the air and forward with explosions from his hands. Midoriya just... ran. Ochako and Iida looked the most confused, while the rest of the class looked on with a neutral stare.

Bakugo Katsuki: 4.13 seconds

MidoriyaIzuku: 7.02 seconds

...

The rest of the test went normally, each student going as they would with the last place being more or less obvious. With the time going by as normally as possible, it was time for the second test.

...

Test 2: Grip Strength

The class was in the gymnasium now. Each of them was given a handheld dynamometer for the test, with two of the strongest results going to YaoyorozuMomo, Shouji Mezo and again, Shihouin Yoruichi.

All of their results were in the hundreds or more, with Shihouin and Yaoyarozu getting either close to or above one thousand.

Yaoyorozu even managed to completely crush hers with a clamp, sending the springs of the dynamometer flying in opposite directions.

...

Test 3: Standing long jump

Oddly enough, out of all previous tests, Shihouin had come in third place, loosing out only to Asui and Bakugo. Which did make sense. This test was about distance and not speed.

Asui came in first and Bakugo in second. The blonde had seemed to be rubbing his victory the Shihouin's face, to which she didn't seem to care all too much.

Not that it seemed to be working anyway. If anything, this competition that Bakugo seemed to have with the girl would end up in his failure. From Midoriya's perspective, Shihouin Yoruichi outclassed everyone in the class.

Test 4: Repeated sidesteps

Shihouin came in first again and Mineta in second. Midoriya himself actually did better than he thought he would, getting in thirteenth place overall.

Still, seeing his classmates quirks worried him. He was going to get expelled. He knew it. All of his dreams flushed down the drain because he wasn't fit to be a hero.

Test 5: Ball Throw

Everyone was back where they started. Back at the baseball field where Shihouin accidentally destroyed part of a building.

Uraraka was up, seemingly confident she could beat Shihouin's score of over 2,000. She held the ball in both hands before throwing the ball as hard as she could.

And it just kept going.

And going...

And... going...

Aizawa's phone beeped and he showed it to the class. The symbol of infinity was displayed on his screen. The only person who had a chance in hell of beating Shihouin's score had done it, and both of them took in stride.

"That's actually pretty cool," Midoriya heard Yoruichi comment, Ochako lightly blushing at the compliment.

...

Bakugo Katsuki

When he stood in the circle he took a pitcher's stance and threw it as hard as possible. Yelling "die" while launching it as hard as he could, reinforcing it with his quirk.

"Die?" Midoriya silently quoted, the only people hearing him being Shihouin and Jiro.

"Seriously," Jiro added. "What kinda hero does he wanna be?"

"King of explosions and death?" Shihouin whispered to the two of them.

"Seriously," Kyoka finished.

"716 meters," Aizawa announced.

...

It was Midoriya's turn. He held the ball in his hand, looking down at what he considered one of largest obstacles yet. All's he could do was think of the tests after this one. The long-distance run, sit-ups, and the seated toe-touch.

'It's now or never,' he thought to himself, anxious of the upcoming result.

At the rate he's going he'll be last. It didn't look good for him if hi continues at the rate he's going. He knows this. He'll be expelled.

He had to use it here. He had to use his quirk or he'd be expelled, arm be damned.

Izuku walked towards the end of the circle and got a short running start. Just as his left foot was a yard before the circle's edge, he began to use All for One. He'd break his arm, he knows this, but her cannot fail.

And just as he threw the ball... it landed flat, 46 meters away from where he stood.

"W-what happened?"

"I erased your quirk," Aizawa bluntly stated. His goggles hung around his neck and his hair flowed freely. He stared Izuku down, disappointed. "That entrance exam wasn't rational enough if you got accepted."

"You erased my quirk?" Izuku took a moment to look at the man before him. "Y-your goggles... you're the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead! You can use your own quirk to erase others just by looking at them!"

"From what I hear, you struggle to control your quirk. Do you intend to become incapacitated again and have someone save you?"

"N-no! That isn't what I-"

One of Aizawa's freely flowing scarfs grabbed Izuku by his waist and pulled him closer to the teacher. "Whatever it is you intend, that's what those around you will be forced to do. In the past, there was an oppressively passionate hero who saved a thousand people himself. Because of that he was made a legend. You have the same reckless behavior as him. That will get you decked and turned into a rag-doll after saving one person.

Midoriya Izuku. With how you wield your power you cannot become a hero."

Aizawa released the boy and closed his eyes. His hair went back down and his laces came back around his neck. "I gave you your quirk back. This is your second and last chance. Hurry it up."

Izuku stepped back up to the plate, his confidence slightly dropped from the encounter with his teacher. He gulped, anxious of the outcome.

He focused. All that power coming to a tip, a single point at the end of his pointer finger. And took a step forward and threw the ball. It immediately created a small boom as it broke through the sound barrier like Shihouin's did.

His finger. He cried, both in pain and joy that he finally controlled his quirk in some kind of way. Izuku smiled at himself. Aizawa also seemed impressed.

705.2 meters

The only odd stick out was obvious, as he was quickly restrained by the teacher who was holding him back with little effort.

"Deku you bastard! How long were you hiding this from me!? You think you're bett-!" a lace immediately clasped around Bakugo's mouth.

"I don't know what kind of history you two have with each other, but this is unacceptable. You're here to be a hero not pick fights over petty rivalries. Do you understand me?"

Clearly Bakugo did not, as he was seething at the mere thought of letting Midoriya alone. He managed to get his mouth just above to fiber cloth enough to bite down on it.

It was almost to a point where some of the class was thinking of stepping in seeing how Aizawa was almost struggling to control him.

"Relax, I have this under control," Aizawa affirmed the class, allowing them to relax just enough to let their guards down. "Bakugo Katsuki, if you keep this up, results be damned I will expel you instead."

That much seemed to be enough. If not to quell his anger, but instead from killing Izuku.

Everything had calmed since then. Bakugo was kept away from the rest of the students and at the teacher's side. The test had gone smoothly, with all the students getting average results, the only exception being Momo who had gotten between 1,500 and 1,700 meters because she created a canon from her belly, effectively getting her third place in the ball throw.

...

Beyond the ball throw test every other was a breeze. The seated toe-touches, long-distance run and even sit ups.

While each test was also equally draining on Izuku's body, they weren't anywhere near as much of a challenge as the ball throw. Even he found it amazing how he was able to concentrate that much energy to a single point.

It was no less than another twenty minutes where everyone had finished. All the students had gathered at the from of the field to see their results.

"I'm going to quickly show your results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test added together. I'm not wasting my time explaining it verbally so I'll just show you all."

Aizawa tapped a button on the screen of his phone, displaying a holographic board to the whole class.

1 Shihouin Yoruichi

2 Yaoyorozu Momo

3 Todoroki Shoto

4 BakugoKatsuki

5 Iida Tenya

6 Tokoyami Fumikage

7 Shouji Mezo

8 Ojiro Mashirao

9 Kirishima Eijiro

10 Ashido Mina

11 Ochako Uraraka

12 Sato Rikido

13 Asui Tsuyu

14 Aoyama Yuga

15 Sero Hanta

16 Kaminari Denki

17 Jiro Kyoka

18 Hagakure Toru

19 Mineta Minoru

20 Midoriya Izuku

Dead last.

'Last place is... expelled.'

"By the way, I'm revoking my decision. No one's getting expelled."

Relief. That was the only feeling Izuku could feel at the moment. More than the pain in his finger, more than the sweat on his forehead.

"Midoriya, take this and have the old lady look at your finger." Aizawa approached him and handed off a hall pass. "Tomorrow will be packed full of more rigorous tests. Be prepared."


That should be it. I did want to add a scene at the end where Yoruichi fights an Adjuchas Hollow at night, but deemed it unnecessary to the whole story. However, that doesn't mean there won't be any Hollows in the near future *wink wink, oh shit I shat myself*.

Also, if you know how patterns work, you'll know what next chapter's gonna be.

REPLIES:

Spellweaverdrive: You are correct in saying it doesn't work on objects (at least to my knowledge). I, however, chose to ignore that fact because I thought it would be fun if she could. I hope that answers your question!

EricFreak: Oh, you have no idea how bad I wanted to do that, but couldn't find a way to fit it in. But don't worry, Yoruichi will be scarring her classmate's in similar ways.

Also, I do intend for some divergence in Canon. That much is sorta necessary when writing crossovers.

JamesBlafking: (Oh Boy, my Spanish is shit. Please don't hate me for using google translate.) No lo llamaría necesariamente una amistad, pero no estarán en la garganta del otro para siempre.

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That's all from me folks!