A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back to The Crow's Atonement, because Chapter 8 is here.
Disclaimer: Like everybody else on fanfiction, I own nothing.
"Standard" - Normal Speaking
'Italics' - Thoughts
"Bold" - Super Moves
(U.A. High School - Musutafu, Japan - April 6, 2268)
"You guys have your Student ID Cards, right?"
Itachi nodded, flicking the one that hung around his neck and sat over his school uniform, while Momo gestured to hers that was clipped over her left breast. Mirio grinned as he gave them both a thumbs up, thankful that Itachi had ordered their driver to pick him up so he wouldn't have get to the hero school after waiting on a bus or a taxi.
"Great. Good luck with your first day!" Mirio exclaimed.
Momo smiled appreciatively.
"Thank you, Togata-kun. Extend my greetings to Amaijiki-san and Hado-san, please." Itachi replied as they all walked through the electronic security gate.
"Will do! See ya, I've to-gata go." Mirio replied, grinning; then sprinted off towards the massive building.
The twins stared after him glanced at each other; then shrugged and began to walk towards the building - recalling the informative giving to them that'd allow them to make their way to Class 1-A.
All around the grounds were dozens of second and third-year students. Some were showing off their quirks, whilst others eyed them up, clearly sizing up the new blood, but Itachi didn't doubt that he and sister could handle them if they tried anything. Plus, Mirio was nearby, so if there was anything he couldn't handle, then he'd just call him for assistance.
They'd quickly learn their lesson when a naked blond man, who could slip through everything, punched them in the face or pretended to poke their eyes out.
Before the could enter the building, they both paused as they heard rapidly approaching footsteps and somebody yelling really loudly.
"You two! Are you both going to be in Class 1-A!?"
Momo perked up, turning around and recognizing the speaker as the boy she'd been sat next to during the first half of her entrance exam.
Itachi glanced down at his legs, noticing now his trousers had strange bulges by the back of his calves.
"We are," his sister answered, "I assume you'll be in the same class?"
The boy stopped before them, adjusting his glasses and chopping one arm like a robot, "Yes, I am. What're we doing standing around? Come on, we must get to class before we are late!"
"We still have twenty minutes before our first class." Itachi deadpanned as they entered the building together.
"Perhaps we do, but being late will provide negative first impressions and we'll be disrespecting all those who attended Class 1-A before us," the boy stated and then stiffened, "My apologies, where are my manners? My name is Iida Tenya; pleasure to meet you both!"
"Yaoyorozu Momo. The pleasure is all mine." Momo replied, a gentle hand pressed against her chest.
"Yaoyorozu Itachi."
Tenya turned his head and squinted at them, "Brother and sister? You must be twins."
"What give it away," Itachi drawled, "the fact that our eyes are the same shape, the fact that the colour of our hair is identical, or the fact that we're almost the exact same height?"
"Ita-kun, don't be rude." Momo chided.
"Hn."
"Ita-kun." Momo said warningly.
His comment seemed to go right over Tenya's head who appeared thoughtful as they came across a door with 'Class 1-A' printed on it, "If you are both twins, then that must mean that you share the same quirk, no?"
He gazed at them curiously, waiting for an answer.
Momo held up one hand and after a short multicoloured light display, procured a dog whistle from her palm, while Itachi pointed at his eyes and when Tenya was looking, activated his Sharingan, causing the blue-haired student to recoil in surprise.
"I see. If memory serves me correct, twins not possessing the same quirk is a rarity." Tenya mused.
Itachi shrugged, deactivating his Sharingan and opening the door. Walking inside, he nearly tripped over an obnoxiously yellow sleeping bag that twitched and rolled outside as he, Momo and Tenya stepped inside.
Dismissing it as a stranger who enjoyed their sleeping bags, or that their quirk was turning into a sleeping bag, they took seats near the front of the class.
A few minutes later, Todoroki Shoto walked in, cold eyes scanning over them.
Tenya burst out of his seat and approached the heterochromatic boy, extending a hand for him to shake as the other chopped at the air, "My name is-"
"Get out of my way and it doesn't matter what your name is," Shoto dismissed him coldly, "I'm not here to make friends."
Tenya stuttered to a halt, shoulders slumping with depression as the shorter boy walked past him - the temperature in the room had noticeably dropped by a few degrees - and glared at nothing in particular as he occupied an empty seat at the back of the class, stewing in his own anger.
More and more people, including a floating set of clothes and a boy with a crows head, entered the room. The floating set of clothes, clearly an invisible girl if the skirt was any indication, seemed more content to lay across a chair, while the boy with the crow's head simply sat on-top of a table and mumbled dark, angsty thoughts that would've made any Uchiha caught deep within the Curse of Hatred proud.
Mashirao eventually walked into the classroom, being the sixteenth person to do so, and Itachi gave him a nod, getting a thumbs-up in return.
And at one point, a smirking blond - arrogance rolled off him in waves - waltzed into the classroom, plopped himself down into a random seat and leant back as he rested his legs on the desk in-front of him.
Once more, Tenya burst out of his seat, looking like he was on the verge of bursting a blood vessel, while Momo massaged her temples as the commotion in the class seemed to grow second by second, and Itachi sent a death glare to the grape-haired boy who'd chosen to sit behind her.
The boy leered at her, but shrunk in his seat when he noticed Itachi glaring at him, Sharingan active for the extra intimidation factor.
"Ahhh, I wasn't looking at your girlfriend."
Itachi almost felt sick at the thought of dating his twin sister, "She's my sister, you simpleton. And if you'd rather not be constantly cowering in fear, then I'd suggest you sit elsewhere."
Tenya stood before the blond who stared up at him, a smug smirk on his face.
"How dare you use this desk as a footrest. You're disrespecting the upperclassmen who would've used this desk before you. I demand you remove your feet from the desk this instant!" He demanded, but the blond just scoffed, fixing his red eyes on him.
"You ain't demanding shit from me, ya two-bit extra. Hell, which middle school did you even come from?" The blond asked.
Tenya stiffened and adopted a strange pose as Itachi turned to watch their interaction, "Somei Junior High School. My name is Tenya Iida!"
"Somei," the blond sniffed, clearly unimpressed, "so you're some fucking elite trashbag? Well then, the name's Bakugo Katsuki. Remember it, extra, 'cause I'll be the one to end you and knock elites like you down a peg."
Tenya recoiled, "End me? What the-"
Itachi despised his arrogance. This fool didn't know any of them and yet he was acting like he was better than all of them and making threats to end those who went to elite schools. His 'holier than thou' attitude reminded him too much of Uchiha children who would look down upon civilian-born children attending the Shinobi Academy.
"How barbaric." Momo sighed, running a hand through a hair.
Having heard her, Katsuki suddenly leant forwards and sneered, "Eh, you got something to say, Ponytail? Heck, you fucking stole first place from me in that damned practical exam, so why don't you come over here and say it to my face if you're feeling so high and mighty?
Itachi furrowed his brows as he stared at the blond, "Or what?"
Katsuki sneered at him, "Butt out, Trench Face."
"That's my brother you're talking to, Bakugo-kun," Momo interjected, getting out of her seat, walking over his table and giving him a light glare that he returned lazily, "I said that you're acting like a barbarian."
"Ohoho, you've got guts, Ponytail. I'd watch yourself or I'll crush you too." Katsuki chuckled, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sized up the Creation quirk user who sniffed disdainfully and returned to her seat.
Itachi gave her a look, "Mo-chan?"
"I'm not one for confrontation, you know that Ita-kun, but he wanted me to repeat myself to his face, so I did." Momo replied, giving him a soft look.
He nodded in response, giving Katsuki one last glare before turning to the front, just as the blond leapt over his table and lunged at a green-haired boy who shrunk back in fear.
"Deku," Katsuki screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as he grabbed the green-haired boy by the collar, drawing massive amounts of attention to himself, "How'd you trick your way pass the goddamn exam, huh, fuckmuffin!? I was meant to be the only person from our middle school to get here! Didn't you hear me, I told you to fuck off and go elsewhere, dickwad! Heck, someone as worthless as you should've gone to that shitty school in Okinawa."
Clearly, these two had history. Itachi could already see who was the bully and who was the victim.
"S-Someone told me that I could be a hero, Kacchan," the green-haired boy, apparently named 'Deku', replied shakily, "I-I've earned my place here and you can't do a-anything about it!"
"Everybody be quiet," a voice drawled from outside the classroom, silencing everybody, "if you're here to play buddy buddy, go somewhere else. This is U.A. High School, so stop acting like you're in primary school."
A raven-haired man, dressed in raggedy clothes and a super long scarf of sorts, hobbled into the classroom as he pulled himself out of the yellow sleeping bag that Itachi had almost tripped over earlier.
'This must be our sensei.' Itachi thought, taking note of the bags under the man's eyes.
Clearly, this was somebody who didn't get much sleep and if the sleeping bag was any indication, took power naps wherever they could.
"It took you all 8 seconds to be quiet. You kids aren't rational enough. I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota, it's a pleasure meeting you. Firstly, Bakugō, mind your language, and secondly, Yaoyorozu... Itachi, watch were you step, I'd appreciate it if you don't walk all over me." He drawled.
"You might be surprised to hear this, Aizawa-sensei, but the floor isn't a rational sleeping area." Itachi replied coolly.
The man paused and stared back at him blankly; then pulled several P.E. uniforms out of a box by his desk and tossed the first one to 'Deku' who jumped in surprise and got hit in the face as he fumbled to catch them.
"Put these on immediately. Then follow me outside to the P.E. Grounds." He muttered, pulling out more uniforms.
A few minutes later, after the entire class had changed into the P.E. uniforms provided to them, they were stood outside in the P.E. Grounds, listening to Aizawa as he delivered news that most of them weren't happy to hear about.
"A Quirk Apprehension Test!" Most of the class exclaimed, barring Momo, Shoto and Itachi. Their teacher's facial expression didn't change, but the atmosphere around him shifted from 'tired and done with life' to 'annoyed because you kids are going to make me explain everything'.
"What about orientation," a girl with rosy cheeks cried, "what about the entrance ceremony?"
"We don't have time for such illogical things. You are training to become heroes here, so if you want to waste time, then go elsewhere," Aizawa murmured, "and here at U.A., we're given freedom to teach how we wish. And if that means no orientation, then it means no orientation. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Aizawa-sensei." The brunette mumbled dejectedly.
"Good. Now as I was saying, the unrestricted manner of her school traditions is U.A.'s primary selling point." Aizawa continued, "Softball pitching, 50 metre dash, seated toe touches, I'm sure you all did these sorts of exercises at school, but you weren't allowed to use your quirks. That is an illogical decision and complete negligence on part of the Ministry of Education."
The teacher than tossed an electronic ball of sorts at Katsuki who caught it and stared down at it.
"The hell is this?"
"Bakugo, you would've gotten first in the practical if it weren't for an... irregularity," Aizawa murmured, eyeing Momo who tilted her head to one side, "How far could you pitch a softball in middle school?"
The blond scoffed, glaring back at Momo before turning back to the teacher, "67 metres, give or take a metre."
Their teacher nodded and pointed at the circle next to him, a tracking device of sorts in his other hand, "Use your quirk this time around. Do whatever you want, but don't step out of the circle. If I catch you purposefully holding back, I'll expel you on the spot."
'This guy isn't messing around.' Itachi thought, watching as Katsuki walked into the circle, swung his throwing arm in a circle a couple of times, then let the ball fly with a massive explosion erupting from his throwing hand, launching the ball into the distance.
"DIE!" He screamed unnecessarily.
'Mo-chan wasn't wrong when she called this fool a barbarian. Who yells die at a ball?' Itachi thought, hearing Momo snort softly besides him.
"Die?" The green-haired boy mumbled questioningly.
"Whoa, that was totally manly." A redhead commented, grinning.
Aizawa turned to them, unfazed from the explosion as he held up his device to show a reading of 705.2 metres, "Before trying anything else, one must know everything that their capable of. This is the most rational way to mould and build a hero from the bottom up and the soon the Ministry of Education catches on, the better."
"Over 700 metres? That guy's awesome!" A blond boy with black highlights in his hair cheered.
"Free use of our quirks. This is gonna be fun!" A pink-skinned girl with horns added, grinning.
"Fun you say?" Aizawa inquired, a hint of threat entering his voice as he grinned, "You think becoming a hero will be all fun and games for three whole years? Do not be foolish. Listen to me very carefully, children, whoever comes last after my eight tests will be expelled."
Most of the class flinched.
Itachi and Momo glanced at each other, deducing almost immediately that the man was lying through his teeth. They both knew that, regardless of whether he was or wasn't being truthful, he simply wanted 110% from every single one of them and the prospect of being kicked out would do that.
Aizawa's grin grew into a sadistic smirk that nearly split his face in two, "Remember that freedom I spoke about earlier. That applies to how we handle our students as well. Welcome to U.A.!"
"Expulsion? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?" One of the students cried.
"Unreasonable? Chernobyl, Hurricane Katrina, the explosion of the Challenger Space Shuttle, the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, general villain attacks. Japan and the world are neck-deep in 'unreasonable' calamities," Aizawa replied, face back to neutral, "As heroes, we restore that 'reason'. If you thought you'd be going to the nearest fast-food place after school, too bad. Expect these three years at U.A. to be nothing but torture and hell. This... is Plus Ultra."
Itachi furrowed his brows. This was essentially similar to the physical tests that the Shinobi Academy made all their students take after the end of the Third Shinobi World War, meant to determine the physical conditioning they'd need after poor physical conditioning got many Genin killed during the war. They had to run as many laps as they could around the academy, followed by a basic Taijutsu demonstration and a test where they did as many push-ups, sit-ups and squats as they could.
The first trial to come up was the 50-metre dash.
Momo and Tenya were up first, the latter setting himself down into a runner's position as the engine-like protrusions on his calves thrummed.
Itachi watched as his sister pulled rocket-powered roller blades out of her stomach and slipped them on.
"Go." Aizawa mumbled.
The rockets at the back of Momo's roller blades roared to life at the exact same as the engines at the back of Tenya's did. Both students shot forth at blinding speed and shot past the finish line practically neck-and-neck.
Like a gentleman, as they passed the finish line, Tenya noticed his sister wouldn't be able to stop immediately and positioned himself in-front of her so she could stop by ploughing into him. Momo's momentum should've knocked him off his feet, but that runner's build wasn't for show as he shifted slightly, but managed to keep them both from falling over.
"Thank you, Iida-kun." She said, pulling off the roller blades.
He nodded at her as they turned to Aizawa who glanced at the robot monitoring their times, "You're welcome."
"Iida and Yaoyorozu; 3.04 seconds," Aizawa murmured as the Creation quirk user slipped back into her normal trainers.
After them was Mashirao and the brunette with rosy cheeks, apparently named Ochaco Uraraka.
She clapped her hands together as they were ordered to start. Mashirao bounced along his tail as she lagged behind him. The monitoring robot beeping as it recorded their times and forwarded them to Aizawa-sensei who glanced at his device.
"Ojiro; 7.12 seconds," the teacher said, looking completely disinterested, "Uraraka; 7.15 seconds."
Everyone else went next, with Katsuki going alongside Shoto. His explosions allowed him to blast ahead and outpace the heterochromatic boy, leaving them with a time difference of 4.13 seconds and 4.41 seconds.
"Heh, eat my dust, Half'n'Half." Katsuki sneered at the dual-colour haired boy who simply ignored him.
Itachi found himself going last alongside 'Deku' who introduced himself.
"A-Ah, hello, I'I'm Midoriya Izuku." The green-haired boy said timidly, offering Itachi a nervous smile.
"Yaoyorozu Itachi." Itachi replied, activating his quirk. The Sharingan wasn't going to help him run faster, but if Aizawa-sensei wanted them to use their quirks, then use his quirk he would.
"Oh, is that your quirk? Optical-based quirks are really rare..." Izuku devolved into a muttering mess, diving so far into his own thoughts that he missed Aizawa telling them to start and missed Itachi already running ahead.
The robot beeped as he passed it; then beeped again as Izuku followed behind.
"Yaoyorozu; 6.44 seconds," Aizawa-sensei murmured, eyeing Izuku who looked horrified by his slip-up, "Midoriya; 8.11 seconds."
"Oh no. That's really, really bad." Izuku muttered, panting as he stared at the floor in desperation.
"It wouldn't hurt to pay attention." Itachi replied, returning to the crowd as Aizawa moved to set up the next exercise.
A grip test followed. All the students had to grip a ball has hard as possible so their grip strength could be recorded.
Momo applied more and more pressure to her ball with clamps until the thing shattered. Aizawa looked unimpressed as he walked over to her, kicked the debris to one side and gave her a score of 1000kg.
A student with multiple arms squeezed the ball as hard as he could until he got a reading of 540kg.
Itachi squeezed the ball until he got a reading of 60.1kg.
Izuku Midoriya looked hopeless as he got a reading of 56kg, barely higher than that of what the frog-like girl and the girl with pink skin got at, respectively, 55.3kg and 55.8kg.
The standing long jump followed, which required students to clear a sandbox.
Momo cleared it by launching herself to the other side with a long pole.
Katsuki jumped and blasted himself to the other side with explosions.
Ochaco floated herself to the other side and regurgitated her breakfast upon hitting the floor.
Mashirao's tail was apparently strong enough to launch himself to the other side by coiling it and then using it as a fleshy launch pad.
Tenya used the engines in his legs to shoot himself across after jumping.
Itachi and most of the other students had the misfortune of not being able to clear the sandbox with a single jump, but the frog-like girl came incredibly close as she fell just short of the edge of the sandbox.
The last event, following a distance run along a 1km track, repeated side-steps and others, was the ball throwing test. Aizawa announced that as Katsuki had already done his test at the very beginning, he wouldn't be participating again.
"Eh, good luck outscoring me you fucking extras." The blond said, grinning as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Ochaco went first and threw the ball. It simply went up... and up... and up... and up.
Aizawa-sensei held up his tracker and revealed the symbol for infinity.
"Whaaat, she threw it into space?" The blond with black highlights in his hair exclaimed.
Following after, Momo launched her ball from a cannon and got a score of 681.5 metres and Itachi, who opted to kick the ball rather than throw it, basing his decision off the fact that legs were stronger than arms, got a score of 83.8 metres.
Izuku was up last.
"Midoriya-kun hasn't used his quirk once this exam. Unless he's looking to get expelled, then he needs to use his quirk." Tenya said.
"The fuck are you talking about, Glasses? Shitty Deku's a quirkless loser." Katsuki snapped, seemingly eager to watch the green-haired boy crash and burn in the last test.
"U.A. doesn't invite quirkless people. You should know that, Bakugo-san." Momo replied.
"And didn't you see what Deku-kun did at the Entrance Exam. There's no way he's quirkless." Ochaco added.
"You shut the fuck up, Ponytail, you too, Round Face, I know Deku's quirkless. I've had the misfortune of knowing the fuckhead my entire life and he's always been a quirkless little shit. The dumbass is going home." Katsuki hissed back.
Watching with his Sharingan, Itachi saw massive amounts of crimson-coloured energy travelling up and down the boy's arm - originating from a point in his chest. However, as he reared his arm back, the energy began to spark wildly out of control and Itachi knew that if he tried throwing the ball, Izuku would probably blow off his arm.
'If he doesn't stop, then he's losing that arm.' Itachi thought, crossing his arms; then, feeling as if someone was watching them, turned and saw All Might peeking out from behind a building. The man waved when he noticed him looking and then shrunk back out of sight.
'Why is All Might spying on us? I understand that he's teacher here, but shouldn't he be preparing his lessons?'
The boy threw, just as the crimson energy fizzled out of existence, and the ball flew a pitiful 46 metres.
"Huh... I'm sure I used it just now..." He muttered, staring at his arm in confusion.
"Perhaps you haven't noticed," Aizawa muttered, his hair standing up and waving about whilst his eyes glowed red, "but I erased your physical enhancement quirk, whatever its name is. It's foolish that they allowed an incompetent boy like you, someone who can't handle their own quirk properly, into this school."
"T-Those goggles a-and the f-floating hair. Y-You're..." Izuku stuttered, eyes wide as he adopted a 'deer caught in the headlights' expression, "...you're the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead!"
"Congratulations, child, you've done your research." Aizawa deadpanned, fixing his crimson glare upon the green-haired boy who wilted like a dying flower.
Several of the other students began muttering amongst themselves, none of them knowing who Eraserhead was - heck, this guy was so obscure that not even Itachi knew who he was and he knew about Edgeshot, someone who managed to avoid the media's seemingly inescapable hero radar ever since his introduction and ascension to the Top 10 - and Katsuki still seemed convinced that Izuku was still a quirkless moron.
"If your feat at the Entrance Exam wasn't a one off, then it's painfully clear to me that you can't handle the full power of your quirk," Aizawa said firmly, wrapping his scarf around Izuku and pulling him closer, "When you break your arm in a fight, do you expect somebody else to bail you out, putting themselves in a danger that shouldn't have existed? And as you can see, nobody is coming to your aid."
Izuku shivered, but didn't dare move as Aizawa's red eyes bored into him.
Itachi furrowed his brows, 'Whatever quirk he has, it sounds like he has something similar to Kinjutsu or the Eight Gates that Maito Gai is so famous for. An extraordinary power boost in exchange for crippling damage to the body. Surely, if he awakened his quirk when most children do, he'd have gotten it under control by now? Unless... he's a late bloomer?'
Awakening one's quirk at a late age was incredibly rare; usually occurring in 1 out of 10,000 children who had originally been diagnosed as quirkless.
"Your power is similar to that of Japan's favourite, insufferable hero who has rescued millions from villains, man-made accidents and natural disasters. But you? You'll be lucky if you take out one villain before you need saving yourself. Sheer power won't allow you to proceed through U.A., Midoriya Izuku."
"I-I-"
The scarf unwrapped itself from Izuku and Aizawa's hair fell around his face as he blinked, deactivating his quirk, "I'll give you a second chance to throw the ball. Hurry up and get it over with."
"The dumbass is gonna get expelled." Katsuki said, smirking.
Izuku reared his arm back and as he moved to throw the ball and Itachi's Sharingan noticed the crimson energy gathering in his index finger which he maintained contact with the ball until he let it fly at the very last moment.
"SMAAASSSH!" Izuku screamed, the shockwave from the throw buffeting the crowd as the ball flew into the sky.
Aizawa's tracker beeped as Izuku turned to him, teeth grit as he presented his throwing hand. Only a single finger was a horrible shade of red and the fingernail been a cracked in two.
"Sensei, look at me, I can still fight."
Aizawa grinned like a psychopath as he held up the tracker for everyone to see, "705.3 metres. Well done, Midoriya."
'705.3 metres with a single finger?' Itachi thought, knowing without a doubt that even with the backlash from his quirk, Izuku was hands down the strongest person in the class, 'He would've thrown it over 3.5 kilometres if he'd used his whole hand.'
"Deku, you fucking disgusting liar!" Katsuki suddenly burst out the crowd, seemingly intent on murdering the green-haired boy.
He didn't even get close.
About ten steps in, he seized up and let out a pained roar as he collapsed, twitching as he thrashed about angrily on the ground, eliciting many snickers from the crowd. Two metal rods stuck out his back, connected to two wires which led back to the stun gun that Momo was holding.
The corners of Itachi's mouth twitched upwards.
"Whatever you're about to do, I'm sure it's completely unnecessary." Momo said, releasing her finger from the trigger and stopping any further electrical current from travelling into Katsuki who leapt to his feet, hissed as he ripped the prongs out his back and lunged at her.
Itachi jumped in-front of his sister and deflected the right hook. Katsuki gasped as Aizawa's scarf wrapped around his forehead and throat, stopped him from moving, whilst the man himself glared at him with red eyes, Erasure active once more.
"This is my special 'Capturing Weapon', made from steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers," Aizawa snapped irritably, "Geez, don't make me keep using my quirk. I have dry eye, but thank you for intervening, Yaoyorozu Momo. Now, Bakugo, stop acting like a child and get back in line. I have to announce the results."
As he was released from the constraints of Aizawa's scarf, Katsuki scoffed, glaring at Izuku and Momo; then returned to the crowd.
"The results I'm about to present are collected from the results of each trial you undertook as announcing them one-by-one would take too long." Aizawa said, tapping his tracking device so the screen shifted to something else before unveiling a holographic projection of their scores.
Momo was first. Behind her, in second, third and four place were, respectively, Katsuki, Shoto and Tenya. Itachi was further down the list at ninth place, while Izuku was last in twentieth place.
"Aw man, Midoriya's going home." Ochaco pouted, looking at the crestfallen green-haired boy.
"Oh, that? By the way, I was lying about the expulsion. It was a logical ruse, meant to drive out your best performances and only two you saw past it," Aizawa stated, grinning as most of the class gasped and screamed in horror, "Congratulations, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yaoyorozu Itachi, the two of you know how to look underneath the underneath."
"Come on, why are all you so shocked. It was completely obvious." Momo said, exasperated.
"This school's motto is Plus Ultra. Aizawa-sensei knew that if he threatened you with expulsion for coming last, then all of you would we driven to do your absolute best and go beyond what you normally believed you were capable of." Itachi added, deactivating his Sharingan.
A shadow creature burst out of Fumikage's abdomen and gave them a thumbs up, "Aye, I totally knew that."
"Be quiet, Dark Shadow. It seems we were all fooled by a deception of darkness and none of us could claw our way to the light and see the truth."
"What Yaoyorozu Itachi said is correct. Now, your curriculum sheets are back in class, so get changed and give them a once over," Aizawa said, then walked over to Izuku, "Midoriya, take this and go to Recovery Girl. I can't have you dropping dead tomorrow because you didn't get patched up."
Without waiting for the rest of the class, Momo and Itachi began to walk to the classroom with Mashirao in tow.
"That was-"
"Excuse me, um, Yaoyorozu-san."
Both Momo and Itachi turned around as Izuku jogged up the them. Itachi realized he wasn't being addressed when Izuku focused all off his attention on Momo, blushing up a storm as he did so.
"Um, Y-Yaoyorozu-san, I wanted to s-say thank you for d-defending me from Kacchan earlier. You didn't have t-to do that." He said, face completely red.
"It's no problem," Momo replied, smiling down at the shorter boy, "I was just helping out wherever I can."
"Still, n-not thanking you would be rude. And your quirk, it looks l-like you can create anything, right?"
"Anything non-living."
Izuku nodded frantically as Itchi wondered what was going on, "Wow, your quirk has a wide range of applications. And no wonder Kacchan seems to have taken a particular disliking to you, since you beat him in the Entrance Exam. He'll probably start gunning for you, since Kacchan hates being second place. If he starts a fight, watch out for his right hook."
Momo cocked her head to one side, "Um, thank you?"
"Why does he call you Deku," Itachi interjected, "is that a shortened way of saying 'Defenceless Izuku?'"
Izuku looked away, "Yeah."
"And Kacchan is your nickname for him? However, from your interactions, it seems like he used to bully you. You've given your bully an endearing nickname?" Itachi added, trying to figure out the nature of Izuku's and Katsuki's relationship.
"Ah, it's complicated." Izuku said, shifting in place nervously.
"If you don't want to tell us, then we won't pry, but we'll be here if you want to talk about it." Momo informed him, getting a grateful nod as the green-haired boy walked off to the nurse's office.
"He seems... odd." Mashirao murmured.
"Hn."
"I'm surprised by the poor grasp he has on his quirk. How will he do anything if he's constantly injuring himself?" Momo mused.
A/N: And that's Chapter 8 for you guys. I hope nobody actually expected Itachi to come first in the Quirk Apprehension Test. Other than that, you all know what's next, the Battle Trials!