Present Mic, a tall blond pro hero with spiky hair, a black leather outfit and funky tinted sunglasses frowned slightly when no one was looking his way as he watched the scene unfolding in his lecture hall.
He was one of the teachers at U.A. high, and he'd been assigned to explaining to the new potential candidates for the hero course that year how the entrance exam they were taking part in would be scored. The written exam had been easy to explain, and it had gone off without a hitch.
There was that one meek looking green haired kid near the middle of one of the back rows who was muttering to himself but it was quiet enough that the pro saw no reason to interfere with the likely nervous habit, not wanting to unnecessarily psyche out someone who might pass otherwise. After all, he was well aware of the old adage: 'Never judge a book by its cover.'
Plus the muttering seemed to not be causing any harm to anyone else either, so as long as he cut it out when the written exam began, there would be no need for calling it out.
Apparently one kid disagreed however, finally snapping in the middle of the pro's explanation of the practical exam. The teacher had been in the midst of explaining how there were small one point robots, larger two points and giant three point robots that's power grew with their point values they would be destroying to earn points.
The student, a tall blue haired student who introduced himself as Tenya Iida, had shot up from his seat demanding an explanation as to why the U.A. pamphlet explaining the exam listed a fourth type of robot (which Present Mic simply hadn't gotten around to explaining, as he wanted to spare as much information on it as possible), as well as turning and yelling at the muttering boy to leave if he couldn't take the exam seriously.
"Now now listeners! Let's not be getting too harsh on one another's styles, ya dig? I'm sure more than one of ya are stressing the hizzelle out but try not turn on each other now just cause ya get different ways of coping, ya feel me?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Great-a-mundo! Now then my tall little listener, you got one thing right, we ain't got to talking about the Zero Pointer yet. There's not too much to say though about it, like the name implies you get no points from taking it on, so think of it like an obstacle ya got to avoid! Now then, you all have your tests in front of you, let's get this written exam started!"
A plain looking woman with long brunette hair, pink glasses and a kind face walked up to the podium. "When you're done, or when an hour has passed, you'll be bringing the tests down to Ms. Imai here! She'll tell you where to go to get ready for the practical after that. Good day and good luck, listeners! Before I go though, let's hear your enthusiasm one more time for trying to get into our fine school! ARE YOU REEEEADAAAY?!"
"…."
'Tch. Hate it when they're quiet.' Mic thought to himself, turning around and leaving. As he did though, he spared one glance back towards the muttering kid. He looked embarrassed but seemed to have recovered from the "Iida" kid's berating. Mic hummed to himself as he left. He wasn't sure why but he had a feeling that kid had more to him then he could see at first glance.
He'd be sure to keep an eye on him during the practical portion for sure. For now though, he memorized the student's position in the crowd and mentally searched through the backlog in his mind for student ID's to figure out who would be sitting there.
He finally realized it would have been an Aldera Middle School student just as he reached the viewing room where the rest of the staff lay in wait, excited for the practical portion of the exam soon.
"Ah, Present Mic! Good, that means it shouldn't be more than an hour now until the judging will commence!" A small bear mouse hybrid… thing known as Nezu, the principal of U.A., said gleefully as his head popped out the capture scarf of one of Mic's co-workers.
The scarf belonged to a scruffy black haired hobo-looking teacher known amongst heroes as Eraserhead. To the staff he was Shota Aizawa. (To Mic and his other co-worker, the sultry seductive black haired pro Nemuri Kayama, "Midnight", Aizawa was simply known as 'Favourite Prank Victim.')
"None of the kids cause trouble?" A pro with a mask over his face and an odd western inspired outfit asked, inspecting an unloaded pistol in his hands. He was known as Snipe. "I saw on one of them their security cameras that one kid bolting up in the middle of yer speech."
"Oh it was no problem!" Present Mic assured, walking over to the side of the room with student files (which didn't go unnoticed by anyone), waving away the issue as he began his search. "He just had some questions I was happy to answer for the little listener! If he gets in though he might need to learn to loosen up a little, think he spooked one of the other contestants. Or got on their nerves. Maybe both."
"Huh? What are you looking for over there?" A space suit wearing pro known as Thirteen asked curiously. A cloning pro with exposed teeth and a black dome and trench coat known as Ectoplasm beside her also voiced his curiosity.
"Ah, just this one kid that caught my eye sitting in Aldera's section. Something about him is just jumping out at me, making me curious."
"Mic, chances are there are a hundred quirks that could make someone have you focus on them more than usual. I doubt it means much." Aizawa spoke up bored, seemingly disinterested.
"Aldera… Aldera…" Their newest member of staff, a skinny blonde man with shaggy hair and a lanky figure muttered to himself in thought, frowning. What only the people present in that room knew was that that man, known to everyone else as Toshinori Yagi, was in reality All Might himself, the number one hero around the world. "That is in Musutafu is it not?"
"Yeah I think, why?" Present Mic shrugged.
"I… Nothing, it's probably just a coincidence." The blonde waved it away.
"Okay? Well anyways, Aizawa, I doubt it's a quirk. Doesn't feel like a quirk, it's more like, there's something about him compared to the students in general. He feels different, like he's got a totally different attitude and everything. Besides, we've gotta pass an hour anyways, so why not look into it?"
"…Fine, but if you find nothing interesting you will have to entertain the rest of us until the practical exam starts." The scruffy pro sighed. The blonde smirked.
"No problem, chief! I don't doubt my gut so I bet I can find something!" Present Mic chuckled, looking through the files, humming to himself. "Not him, not him, he's going for business course, he's in support, definitely not her or her, not him… Ah here we go, looks like there's only two Hero Course applicants from that school, both are marked down as high profile students. Let's see, this Katsuki Bakugou guy doesn't look anything like him so no and… Here we go, I found him!"
Everyone leaned in, admittedly curious from the show Present Mic was putting on. All Might took a sip of his water, looking around and wondering if this is what it was always like.
"His name is Izuku Midoriya!" Toshinori froze up for a moment, guilt and worry passing by his blue eyes. Unbeknownst to anyone, he was wondering what the kid was planning, a part of him feeling guilty over how he had once treated the boy. He considered telling the others as he drank more water, trying to refresh himself when… "And his quirk is listed as 'Super State'"
Suddenly, water was everywhere as the skinny man coughed violently, before looking up shell shocked. "WHAT!?"
"…." Everyone looked at him as he recovered while looking down.
Midnight raised a brow. "Jeez All Might. What? He accidentally found out the name of your quirk or something?"
"H-Hardly!" The man defended, waving an arm before looking down again, and frowning. "I…. I just…"
"Ah, I think I may know what this is about!" Nezu spoke up, after jumping from Aizawa to Present Mic to inspect the folder himself. "You were in Musutafu about ten months ago, right?"
"Yes sir, I was. And… I met young Midoriya." That drew some attention, especially at the look of sombre guilt on his face. "I rescued him from a villain that had been attacking, turned out he was quite the fanboy, and he ended up grabbing onto me to ask a question."
"So he's not exactly rational." Aizawa grumbled disapprovingly. Midnight hummed.
"Or he just has spunk."
"Idiotic spunk."
"Describing your nightly escapades Shota?"
"….So, All Might, what warranted the shocked reaction."
"He… he asked if he could be a hero, if I thought it was possible he could make it into U.A., at the time however… he told me he was quirkless." All Might frowned.
"He lied?" Thirteen asked confused.
"Not at all! Says here he only discovered it ten months ago, in fact it would be a week from now today, but ten months prior, that it would have been unlocked. It even says it's a high ranking quirk in terms of power, enough that he was put on one of those special training regiments!"
"…So it was a week after I had given my answer." All Might sighed to himself. He shook his head, as a million questions ran through his mind.
Did he unlock his quirk because of him?
Did he hate him now? Did he resent him for his answer?
He was still alive fortunately, but did the pro make things worse without meaning to?
What WAS a Super State? How strong was it? Why did he still look so meek, was that his fault?
Those questions and a lot more raced past his mind, as he turned his attention to the screen. He would have to keep an eye out for the teenager. If nothing else, at least maybe he could put his own mind a bit more at ease if he saw the boy powering on despite the pro's own stupid decisions in the past.
While the rest of the teachers continued to discuss the student, curiosity peaked by his late bloomer status and meek looking picture, All Might simply sat down, staring blankly forward with a frown as he repeated that fateful day over and over again.
He was happy to at least hear the boy's grades had always been, before and after, excellent beyond belief and that he'd been considered a model student. There were notes of altered grades which concerned the pro yet it was chalked up to bad teaching practices. With a sigh, the blond turned his gaze briefly to the one security camera monitoring the written exam lecture hall.
Perhaps it was selfish, perhaps he had no right to think something like this, but nonetheless it went through his mind as he sat waiting for the real exam to begin.
'Young Midoriya… I hope you pass, for your sake and for my own piece of mind.'
Izuku didn't like focusing on negativity. Usually his old coping mechanism for bullying would be trying to forget all about it until he could no longer ignore it whenever he was growing up.
Facing the issues usually meant more negativity and more chance for pain, so casting them aside always seemed like the best way to minimize the negativity. At least, that's how he always saw it.
Now though, he couldn't do that. He knew he'd need to hold on to any negative thoughts he could, just to be safe so that the second the practical exam started he could definitely go into his Super State right away.
Sure, as far as he knew he'd never needed to be truly angry before transforming aside from his initial transformation, however he didn't want to take any risks with his only chance to get into U.A.
So he held onto the incident in his head with the 'Iida' student, gritting his teeth slightly at the embarrassment fresh in his head again as he watched the bus take off. 'Don't take it seriously huh? We'll see about that.'
He began stretching his arms, doing a quick exercise just to make sure his body was limber, loose and ready before he looked around the crowd to see if there was anything he'd need to take note of. A part of him was glad to see his decision of a tracksuit seemed to be pretty common amongst the students.
Nothing immediately stood out however, aside from a security camera he could have sworn was pointed right at him. That was probably just nerves psyching him out though.
His eyes went back to the crowd and his slightly annoyed scowl changed to a bright smile suddenly when he spotted a familiar brunette doing simple breathing exercises. 'Uraraka! Great, I can quickly thank her for earlier before we begin. Maybe she-'
Before he could take many more steps, a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. His hair turned lighter, though only barely, floating imperceptibly as he jumped, energy pushing more against him wanting to jump out as an instinctive fight or flight response.
But it only took a second to realize it was Bakugou, it couldn't be, he didn't have hands that big AND he was at another battle centre entirely. His gaze turned. 'Who- Oh no…'
It was Iida, towering over the teen with a harsh disapproving gaze.
"She looks like she's trying to prepare for the trial ahead. What do you plan to do? Distract her like earlier?" Iida asked, voice accusing as his grip tightened. "I don't know what you hope to gain by getting in the way of other students but-"
Izuku's eyes turned teal, his barely contained anger beginning to rise. His Super State was waiting in the wings, ready to come out at any moment and it was messing with his temperament as well and the hypocrisy of that accusation didn't help. "Excuse you? Look what you're doing!"
"P-Pardon?!"
"I just wanted to thank her for something outside like a polite person, unlike you I'm not making judgements at first sight and ruthlessly chasing them down! I don't know where you got the idea that I must be some nuisance from but you're just being a hypocrite cause in case you haven't noticed, you're distracting me now and made us cause a scene. So please, look in a mirror before you go accusing me of being a nuisance. If you don't mind now, I'd like to go focus on the test."
'…Maybe I should stand up for myself more often, it actually feels pretty good…'
With that, Izuku turned and walked forward towards the brunette, who seemed too distracted with the upcoming exam to notice the confrontation that had happened.
Or maybe all the muttering students gathered around who did notice, were discussing it and other stuff too loudly for Ochaco to actually make any of it out. Either way, he was just moments away from finally getting to say thank you when….
"AND BEGIN!"
The doors flew open and everyone looked up to the speakers that announced it. Izuku was the first to register that it had begun and he sighed, planting himself firmly onto the spot.
"WELL?! THERE ARE NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL BATTLES! GO GO GO GO!"
With that, the rest of the crowd blasted off past Izuku. Iida on his way past gave a curious, confused glance to the green haired teen but chose not to stop, continuing his march forward.
Izuku sighed and pulled up the second hand watch he'd bought dirt cheap from a pawn shop the day before. He didn't want to bring his actual watch cause he'd probably inevitably break it.
'Ten seconds… fifteen…. Twenty-five… thirty. That's probably enough of a head start for the others. Hopefully also means the bots made it out into the streets by now.' He sighed, rolling his sleeve back down and pulling up his arms, as a golden aura began to surround him. "Alright, enough waiting. Let's do this! Straight to grade two!"
A familiar explosion of golden light enveloped him as he smirked despite the growing anger inside. It was time to show just how far he'd come!
In the viewing area, each teacher was assigned to looking at different monitors, but All Might, being the newest teacher, was not yet tasked with such a responsibility. So he chose to turn him full attention to the boy whose dream he crushed so long ago, eager and curious to see just what exactly his surprise quirk was.
Mic watched beside him, being one of the only other two teachers not assigned to watching specific monitors and if you kept an eye on the others, you could even notice them sneaking curious glances every now and then.
"The little listener isn't moving?" Mic asked confused. "You think that's got to do with his quirk?"
"I doubt it." Nezu spoke up from nearby.
Nezu was busy reading over a most in-depth file on the student as his curiosity had been piqued by the vague nature of the first file's description of the teen's quirk. None of the staff liked the chaotic grin growing on the principal's face. He looked up as the feral grin grew even more. "In fact, I believe that is him preparing to use it now."
All eyes turned to the screen curious as the green haired Aldera student raised his arms, hair starting to float into the air as a golden energy noticeably started to form around him. It was mystical to watch and then…
The explosion of golden light came, in an instant the teen bulked up in size, gaining a solid five inches as his hair spiked up, and he briefly looked into the camera, teal eyes glinting in the lightning with raw unadulterated power that made even seasoned pro's shudder from how it seemed to radiate off him even through the recording, aura crackling with golden energy.
It took less than three seconds for the pin to drop and all eyes to look towards a gaping All Might. It took him a few moments to recover from his own shocked state and notice the stares, flushing slightly and waving frantically. "Q-Quit it with the accusing looks, I assure you this is some insane bizarre coincidence! I do not know why Young Midoriya looks like me but there Is nothing more to it-"
Nezu started cackling and all eyes turned back to the screen. One second, the teen was standing there, at the lowest point on the leaderboard, the next second he was gone and his rank was beginning to rapidly climb.
Izuku wasted no time once he transformed, taking one quick breath to reaffirm his plan in his mind before zipping off into the area, bolting around a corner and beginning a preliminary scan of the area.
It had taken quite a while for the teen to truly get used to the super speed aspect of his quirk and even now he was hardly a master of it, but he was starting to understand it better.
In the early days of his quirk, his mind was so out of sync with his speed despite his enhanced reflexes that he never had time to register his own movements before they were finished, feeling more like he was jolting into places than anything.
He could instinctively perform actions at those speeds but he wouldn't even know for sure he'd down them until it was over and he saw the results, only getting flashes of memories after the fact at best.
As time passed though, his reflexes and reaction time grew to be more in sync with what he was doing, eventually able to see 'faster' which ironically meant everything was slower. He knew that was the point it always amused him faster equalled slower when it came to perception.
Still, by now he'd gotten under control enough that to him it felt as though he was sprinting perhaps a bit faster than any normal quirkless human could, but not enough that he couldn't keep up with the speed while everyone else around him appeared to be moving in slow motion.
He passed by one brown haired kid who was jumping over a railing, still ascending. It wasn't like he'd frozen but he looked less like he was actually jumping and more as though he was slowly hovering into the air.
Izuku continued on without regard, knowing he could focus on the odd details of the slowed down world at a different more appropriate time. He rounded a corner and saw exactly what he needed, a gathering of undisturbed villain's bots. Izuku picked up the pace and in less than a second he was punching straight through the nearest two-pointer, tearing through its chest plating and making it explode in his face as the chassis was thrown down the road, stopping just short of a building.
Izuku grinned, blasting out of the smoke unharmed as he grabbed the wheel of a three pointer, gently lifting it up with ease to grab the underside and punching straight through it, pulling out the wires and making it deactivate before he used it's metallic corpse as a weapon against its robotic brethren, knocking a one-pointers upper section clean off of it as he began twirling on the heels of his feet, destroying multiple robots in quick succession, finally throwing the robotic remains off into the stratosphere, having no place else to put it with all the momentum gained.
Only two one pointer villain bots remained. Izuku decided to humour one and briefly dropped back into real time for just two seconds, the villain bot beeped in recognition, trying to punch him only for him to block, the robot tearing its metal appendage clean off against the solid mass of Izuku's arm.
The second it did, Izuku went back into his slowed down perception of time, casually turning and walking up to the metal arm, before clambering atop the robot he tore it off and driving its chest, jumping off and finally going for the last one-pointer, using the arm like a baseball bat to launch the villain bot into upper atmosphere.
Izuku took a moment to appreciate his handiwork with a smile before continuing on. 'I'll have a better chance of spotting clusters of villains from the rooftops.'
So with that thought he leapt up into the sky, managing to clear several buildings at once before landing on one, looking all around to see multiple clusters. He cracked his knuckles, making a plan of action.
'North cluster seems the biggest, probably the best one to deal with, south east is closest, west seems to have the most three pointers, so then-' He stopped when he noticed one last cluster in the distance on a destroyed bridge, slowly falling off.
That wasn't too surprising, he doubted the villain bots were actually that smart if they wanted to mass produce them for these kinds of exercises but he was made to pause noticing a white haired floating girl who hadn't seemed to notice the falling bots just above her as she floated into the tunnel.
He shot off in that direction first, making it there easily, jumping lightly at the last moment and driving a kick straight through the first robot that tore it in half, before jumping up for the next two, using his hands to steady himself on the broken bot now beneath him as he drove his feet into the other two bots above, sending their now exploding carcasses through the concrete of the broken road above and causing a chain reaction that took out the rest above.
Finally, he dropped down and grabbed the floating girl, pulling her out the way of any falling debris quickly. She probably hadn't even had time to register her movement yet as he rounded the corner and spotted a cluster of one pointers that he left her near but not in front of, so she could get some points for herself.
He may be trying to get into the school but that didn't mean he had to screw over the competition all the time. His next move was to take off towards the closest cluster from before, rounding a corner just in time to see he wasn't the only one who had spotted it, Iida was running towards them as well.
Credit where credit was due, the teen could move fast as hell when he wanted to, as even with Izuku's slowed down perception of time Iida seemed to be moving almost at a normal walking past despite his pose clearly indicating he was running. It was then Izuku noticed the flames and engines sticking out his legs. 'So that's his quirk…'
He looked up, only to see a somewhat slower missile flying at the blue haired teen. As much as a petty part of the still angry transformed teen wanted to let the likely non-lethal missile hit him dead on, he'd never actually do that, rushing in to grab it and redirecting the missiles course gently, causing it to turn and go flying back towards the robots.
It would destroy a few, netting him some points while still leaving some for Iida if his plan worked.
With that set up, he continued on his way, heading next for the north cluster as he moved in an arc motion. Along the way, he passed by a few other students. There was nothing really remarkable to comment on with them and he left the ones already engaged in combat if they didn't look like they were in actual danger to their own devices.
The only thing he did on the way there at all was spot one kid getting pushed dangerously close to a broken railing on some high upstairs in a one on one fight with a one pointer. Izuku had grabbed a stop sign from nearby, uprooting it out the ground and aiming it, throwing it like a javelin with enough force and speed that Izuku was actually able to see it pierce the robot in his slowed version of the world.
It was an understatement to say it was satisfying and it gave Izuku an idea as he followed after the make-shift javelin, pulling it out the wall it got stuck in and taking to the sky again, high enough he could see both the large north cluster which was slowly beginning to disperse and the three-point cluster in the distance.
He took a quick breath and then karate chopped the stop sign into three separate pieces, quickly grabbing each one and launching them into the pack of three pointers. The distant explosions he could already see forming were incredibly satisfying.
He couldn't waste time focusing on that however, landing on the ground and bolting off again towards the large cluster of villain bots. He was turning the final corner, when he suddenly caught sight of Uraraka in the street, hands on her knees as she seemingly panted heavily. There were three villain bot remains around her which Izuku assumed she must have floated and let drop.
He could only imagine how tiring that would be if she had a weight limit. He didn't have time to stop and chat due to his plan but he did make sure to pass by her ears, slowing down for a moment just enough to pass on a message of encouragement. "You're doing great, keep going!"
He couldn't stop to check if it helped but he was hopeful it did, finally making it to the cluster of villain bots. He paused, taking a deep breath before shifting all his strength multiplier into his mouth.
'Not gonna use the voice again, learned my lesson last time. Using that without practicing more would probably kill people with the noise. So if I can't talk…' he took a deep breath, before blowing so hard that a heavy gust of wind far stronger than it had any right to be appeared, sweeping the entire swarm of villains off their feet.
Once they were being pushed back, Izuku decided to end it. 'Should be close to the score I wanted by now so…'
He ran straight forward, jumping onto the first villain bot… and to any onlookers, it would seem as though every robot suddenly shut down one by one rapidly in succession as Izuku made his way through each of their internal wiring carefully, before finally blowing up the last one and causing a chain reaction.
He made sure to stop any debris from flying through any windows to be safe and kept everyone away from the blast until it was done. Finally satisfied, he ran to the tallest building he could find with a big smile and leapt atop it, sitting on the ledge and letting the world go back to normal.
He was certain he was set for points, so he felt he'd earn a break to indulge in a hobby and watch the other students, observing their quirks. After all, for all he knew he'd be working together with them one day.
"Ten seconds… Over a hundred combat points… in ten seconds…" Snipe muttered, eye twitching under his mask at the insanity of the claim. Yet they'd seen it all.
"That may be one of the fastest high scores ever achieved… and more than that, one can't forget the power he displayed if you kept track throughout of the destruction." Midnight muttered, biting her lips as she watched.
All Might… All Might was having some difficulty processing this revelation. His mouth hung open yet again, unable to close as his eyes stared blankly on, no longer registering anything.
His internal thoughts however….
'….aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NANA HELP HELP HELP!'
At least he was still able to think at all.
"He is quite the challenger." Nezu shouted gleefully. "If he keeps this up though, at this rate there will be no villains left for the other students."
"Yeah, we need to distract him somehow, keep him from hogging the fun from the others." A muscular grey haired teacher in a red jumpsuit, Vlad King, spoke up thoughtfully. "Perhaps… Do you think we should bring It out early?"
"We'd risk scaring the other competitors early if we did." Thirteen pointed out.
"We also risk not having any other competitor with meaningful scores if we don't." Vlad King shot back. Nezu finally spoke up with a hum.
"I remind you that the zero pointer was in part always meant to test the nerve and mettle of our potential students. The timing of it does not make enough of a difference to me in its original purpose. Plus, I am quite eager to test some theories now. All Might, when you were mister Midoriya's age, how long would you estimate it would have taken you to destroy our lovely zero pointer?"
It took a moment for the number one pro to register that he'd been asked a question and once he did, he quickly shook his head, before putting a hand to his chin in thought with a frown. "When I was the kid's age, from the second it showed up? Maybe eight, ten seconds? Fifteen including patrols and looking for civilians?"
"Hmm… good to know. In that case, Present Mic, if you would please do the honours."
The blond grinned nervously at the principal, giving a thumbs up as he pressed a large button on a control panel.
Izuku was standing cross armed, looking down to the streets below with a critical gaze, watching every student go by and make their moves. It was interesting to see the wide variety of quirks all competing at once and he had to fight to maintain his super state at the joy knowing he was part of it brought him. He managed to cling on though, smiling as he considered joining back in the fray in a more playful manner, perhaps restricting his speed when suddenly, all thoughts of his were cut off by the deafening rumbling sound that ripped through the area.
A giant shadow cast over an area of the city nearby and the building Izuku was standing on suddenly shook. He ran to the other edge, curious and his eyes went wide at seeing the zero pointer.
Obstacle was hardly how he'd describe the thirty-foot behemoth of a villain. Without missing a beat, he immediately used his faster reaction time again, not willing to risk letting the thing make any moves he couldn't see coming.
Yet he'd be lying if he said a part of him hadn't just lit up with an insane amount of excitement despite the situation. He was hardly pressed for points so he didn't need to focus on dealing with that.
A quick scan of the area revealed no one seemed to be in the villain bots path of destruction yet (at least, no one who wasn't already bolting for their lives), leaving Izuku to race down the stairs of the building, getting to the ground as quickly as possible to take stock of the situation from below, glad to see his assessment was right.
Excitement continued to rise. No potential casualties, no property damage that wasn't already inevitable, no points he had to worry about, plenty of time left on the clock and presumably, this was the strongest villain of the bunch.
Perfect for some quick quirk testing. With a smile slowly ripping onto his face, Izuku bolted forward, leaping up onto one of the villain's arms and landing carefully, walking up to the chest and poking it.
He was suddenly super glad the street behind it was gigantic as it went sailing backwards, stopping in the middle of the street but not too far from a few buildings. Izuku, beginning to fall through the air, aimed for a rooftop before taking off the second he landed, making it back to the robot and spotting he'd made a hole in the zero pointer. 'Still not durable enough to withstand my quirk then. It's still not registered me yet either, so it's not that fast. That's a shame, I was kinda hoping I could have some fun with it. Oh well, it's not in a safe zone anymore anyways.'
Somewhat disappointed, he made his way up to the head of the villain bot, getting into position. Then, he flicked the robotic head with all his might and watched it tear clean off, sailing into the distance.
He then turned his attention down to the body, jumping down to the ground and turning back, winding up an uppercut and punching the body hard enough to shatter it into pieces as it flew upwards.
Well most of it did, but one panel near the bottom… it flew outwards, straight towards an open section of a building ahead. A quick glance revealed a student in a red tracksuit with a… manga style speech bubble for a head?
He was fighting some villain bots who had his back turned to the street.
The metal panel of the villain bot was soaring through the air right at him because of Izuku. With a guilty grimace just before hand, the golden haired teen ran as fast he was physically capable down the street to deal with his mistake despite it being massively overcompensating as he felt guilty.
He jumped up onto the ledge, letting his perception of time go back to normal as the metal panel came flying in. Izuku hit it full force, practically turning the plating to dust as its remains shot back into the opposite direction fast enough it teared apart completely.
"Huh?!" The manga bubble student turned, noticing the new arrival. "Wow where did you come from?"
"Hm? Oh don't mind me, sorry about the metal panel that came flying this way, was just making sure I didn't accidentally hit you with it. Good luck! I'm sure you can get a ton of points!" Izuku said, before taking off, leaving a very confused student behind.
Sure, they were all Izuku's competition but he hardly felt like being competitive when he could be encouraging, might even give him a fun way to pass time if he had nothing better to do. Or maybe he'd just nap on a rooftop.
He honestly had no idea, he just needed to pass time now until the exam ended.
In the viewing area, everyone's jaws were suitably dropped.
"I think you were right Mic, that kid is different…." Ectoplasm muttered under his breath at what they'd just witnessed. They'd seen the zero pointer been destroyed a bunch before, but never so effortlessly by a single student on their first try and certainly never this early on. The teen didn't even appear to be phased by it all, simply taking to another rooftop and looking around for whatever came next.
"How… how fast was he?" All Might asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Nezu's eyes glinted, having calculated the whole time.
"From the moment it appeared? He beat it in seven seconds! A single second faster than your claimed time."
That was even more of a sobering thought for them all. Who the hell was this kid?!
All Might again weakly glared back at the few glances he got. "Stop staring at me like that! I know what you're thinking and it is not the case!"
"Hard to believe but fine." Aizawa grunted, crossing his arms. "How do we halt him now?"
"Well…. I… we could…." Vlad King offered so very helpfully.
"I don't think we have to." Midnight suddenly spoke up, pointing at the scene and they all looked to see the teen was now just resting atop one of the buildings, once again watching but not acting. "I think he's just waiting now."
"….Dang, All Might's kid is weird." Present Mic said after a moment.
"HE IS NOT MY CHILD!"
"Don't believe you." Midnight spoke up. They couldn't afford to bicker more over it however as they still had many other students to assess. They agreed they'd go over the slow motion camera playbacks later to judge the odd almost definitely guaranteed hero course student.
He probably wasn't likely to do anything else anyways.
The teachers were almost correct. Certainly villain wise, Izuku was done for the day but that didn't mean he didn't have nothing else to do.
Near the end of the exam, he had spotted Ochaco again and gotten conflicted over whether he should actually talk to her during the exam. The earlier encouragement was a different scenario but actually talking to her in the middle of the exam seemed like a bad move.
A part of him hated himself for being this indecisive over something as simple as talking to a girl. He was finally learning to be more confident since finding his quirk, he was even managing to stand up to bullies and people like that Iida kid…
So why couldn't he just do this one damn simple thing?!
With some further deliberation, he'd finally figured out his solution in the final twenty seconds of the exam. When no one had been looking, he bolted, looking everywhere he could for a pen and some paper.
Fortunately, he didn't have to search long to find some and write down what he wanted to. He still felt like he should have been able to face her after talking to her earlier but if his brain wanted to be a dick, then he'd just go about it another way.
When Present Mic had finally called out that the exam was finished, Izuku had used Super State's speed one last time to put the note into Ochaco's hand where she'll definitely find it in time and left to prepare.
When Ochaco read it, she'd find a simple message.
'Hey, it's the green haired kid from earlier, Izuku? I didn't get a chance to thank you properly despite really trying and didn't get a chance to talk before the exam. Now it's over though, if you're not rushing to go anywhere, I saw a café near the train station on the way in? I'll be with a friend but I'd just really like to say thank you somehow! So maybe I'll see you there? – Midoriya'