Well, Chapter Three is here. I am feeling very careless right now, so I might take this down when I wake back up tomorrow and re-work it. It doesnt sit right with me, but its 3:30am and I dont give a damn.

Please enjoy the chapter you might not see in this form again.

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The test was concluded, the results were in.

I knew I made it at least. I took out more than my fair share of robo-toys…but those four…

I don't know.

I was leaving my small questionnaire from Recovery Girl, who was doing a once over for injuries and trying to cure my fatigue…which was like trying to dry a bowl with a wet sponge.

Completely ineffective, but funny to watch if you're a passerby.

While I was there, we made a deal.

I get to yell at them, in exchange I have to take the world's most destructive masochist home, as he would probably pass out half way.

I was skimming down the hallway, before reaching the designated room that I couldn't have been more determined to reach.

I opened it calmly, walking in, and I immediately had the attention of everyone present. I slowly walked to the nearest cot to the door, and sat down, before I stared at each of them. Broomstick looked to pretty fucked up. His head, torso, and arm were in bandages. Floaty had a cast on, and Nervous Wreck looked like a mummy…Harden looked pretty good all things considered, just light burns…and one hell of a sore ass.

Meh, maybe next time.

"I want you all to know that I had a massive monologue of profanity prepared for this moment just so I could scream at the lot of you." I said calmly, making a few of them flinch, and I continued, "But, seeing you fairly banged up and mildly depressed at your grand failure of a main entrance, I'll let you off this one time."

I could tell by their expressions they weren't sure if they should be thankful, angry, more depressed, or just high on morphine.

How high were they?

"Well" I said with a breath, tilting my head to the side as I stared at Nervous Wreck, "Midoriya Izuku right?"

He nodded slowly, downcast, and I walked over to him, before staring him straight in the eye, "Now, here is how this is going to go from here. You're listening. I am going to compliment you on your heroic act, berate you for being an idiot, and then you're going to take what I say to heart. After that, put your pants on, I'm your ride home."

His eyes widened, his throat hitching to say a word, and I talked right over it, "Now, I gotta say, I didn't see it, but the recording on the tape I saw was pretty bad ass. Of the four of you fantastical fuck-ups, yours is actually the most polar. Your heroic intent will likely supersede your obvious downfall, and you'll probably be seeing more of me in this academy as peers."

His eyes widened with hope, and he tried to speak again.

I flicked him in the throat, and he coughed from the sudden interruption to his vocal cords.

"Evidently", I continued as if nothing happened, "Your downfall was pretty lack-luster, if not downright depressing. You fall flat after one hit, and required this entire fiasco of a shit show to happen just so you could live. Work on that, cause it's just bad." I said with a small bit of humor, before I finished it with a glare.

"Seriously, work on that."

He straightened in response to my dangerous seriousness, and I recognized that look in his eye…a bully lectures this guy too huh? Must be pretty strong to order someone who can decimate a sky-scraper in one punch.

"Now, hoping you took what I said to heart, put on your pants." I said deftly.

He scrambled, and I turned to the rest of the them, who were regarding me like an alien…how high are they on morphine?

"Right then…Harden, Broomstick, Floaty…I'll wait till your back from the clouds to give you…any sort of introduction." I said slowly, making sure they understood, and they huffed in indignation.

Or at least Broomstick did, the other two were still delirious, "Broomstick!...Ha! I am Tenya Iida! Younger Brother of-"

"Don't care. You are Broomstick, cause it's 4 feet long and up your ass. Loosen up you robotic prick, arthritis is going to kill you."

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The walk home was quiet…

The stares were annoying though.

Midoriya here didn't make it out of the building before he was limping, and I knew it was either I got him home.

Or I wasn't going home, I'd be late for school tomorrow.

He was fairly vocal about the apparently obvious lack of reasons for me to carry the fucker on my back. it made me want to drop him from the amount of energy his jaw consumed from moving so fast, and yet he tired so easily.

"Midoriya, dude, if you mumble any more in my ear, I'm going to drag you by your ankles." I said with mild irritation, and he gasped, clamping a hand on his mouth, "Sorry! I just really wanted to know what your quirk was but I didn't know if I could ask! ImeanyoudidsavemeandtheotherssoIcantreally- Wah! SORRY!" he complained as I just grabbed a leg, yanked him off my back, and threw him over my shoulder without breaking stride like a hostage. It was an impressive display of strength, but I had other concerns than my ego.

"Fart and you die."

"H-hai!"

We walked for a small time, crossing a bridge, before I sighed, and I knelt, propping him up on his feet as he stood with a bit of effort.

"You wanted to know my Quirk?"

He glistened, "Yes!"

What is this guy? He can level buildings with a single blow and he cares about what anyone else can do?

I shrugged, "I guess I have an enhancement Quirk, like you, thought it doesn't give me what you got on tap immediately."

He whipped out a notepad, and all I heard was a flurry of scratches, his energy suddenly reappearing as he walked with my stride, pencil in hand.

He looked at me expectantly, and I just rolled my eyes, "My Quirk, Berserker, makes me stronger the angrier I get." I said flatly, and he let out an interested breath as he jotted that down.

"You looked a lot different when you used it…does that normally happen?"

I shrugged, "I dunno, I never passed 180 and remained in control."

He stopped walking, staring at me dumb founded, and I shrugged, "It's called Berserker dude, I don't roll up to the problem in a straw hat looking for flowers. My Quirk relies on my rage, anger makes people do things they normally wouldn't…mine is just strong enough to rob me of my sanity."

"That's…so COOL!"

I recoiled, looking at his sparkling eyes, and I just rubbed my brow, "Your bizarre…now, which way? We've been standing at this light for four minutes."

"Oh, left from here."

I wanna punch this guy.

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I had a weird hope for my class. I didn't care if I was A or B, I just wanted it to be occupied by sound, helpful, and hopefully intelligent individuals.

So, imagine my image shattering when I opened the door to 1-A, and saw Broomstick and some spikey haired blond screaming at each other like badly divorced married couple.

"The Desk is not a foot rest! Remove your shoes this instant!"

"Hah? Who are you?"

"Tenya Iida!"

"Aaah, I bet you're from some private rich kid academy…listen prick, I'll Kill You!" he snarled, before his hand lit up with several small explosions.

Huh, that's new, never seen a human pyrotechnic nutcase before.

I get the feeling we aren't going to get along well.

I sighed, and made to close the door behind me so I didn't disturb the rest of campus with their loud bitching, and I bumped into someone. I turned, and saw a familiar green mop of hair peek out from behind my shoulder.

"Ah, Midoriya, how'd your morning go? Heal alright?" I asked politely, trying to just ignore the commotion in front of me, and he just nodded with a smile…he seemed calmer then the last we met…good.

Hyperactive nerve wrecks…it's like looking for landmines with a hammer…you never know how they'll react.

"Ah Deku!" I heard a girl proclaim, and the whole class looked at me.

So, of course, I took a large step to the right.

I ghosted Floaty as she moved past; ignoring her look of recognition, and headed for the back…it looked like the back row was the quietest.

I pulled up to an empty chair, checked it, my desk, and then under them, before sitting down with a long quiet deflated sigh.

Yeeeep…I got all three of those miraculous fuckwits…plus a Nervous Wreck, this year isn't launching off in a good direction. I sank lower, stretching my legs all the way under the chair of the person in front of me, not that they noticed, and I put my hands behind my head, closing my eyes.

I was left to rest…

For about seven seconds.

"You! Back row third from the left! Forgive my rudeness, but your name escapes me! I am Tenya Iida as I'm sure you remember! What is yours?" the familiar voice of Broomstick barked, and I opened my left eye to squint at him from across the room. The room went silent as well, looking at me as the newest arrival aside from Midoriya.

I held Broomsticks eye for a moment, before I closed it, relaxing into my new spot in the class, "Bother me later…I'm tired." I said monotonously, and slipped an ear bud in, clicking the play button on the chord to start playing from the top. I kept my left ear open, just to make sure some idiot didn't try and fuck with me. I know I was being pretty rude, but I just didn't want to entertain Broomstick at this time, I needed to allocate space in my patience meter just for him so I didn't just explode.

I felt all the wrinkles in my emotional wave length smooth out, and I faintly smiled as I just felt my features puddle into my chair like a good mattress. I slowly moved my head, left to right with the wave of the song, and smiled lightly in general content.

Life is always better with a good tune.

Until the outside world got eerie quiet.

I looked up curiously, wondering what killed the ambient chatter…and there was a zombie in the doorway.

"Shoto Aizawa, 1-A homeroom teacher, nice to meet you." he drowned in monotone, and I felt my gut sink even further…this guy? Really? I was hoping for someone…alive?

"I know this is sudden" he said, before reaching down…is that a sleeping bag? He pulled out a gym uniform, and gave it to Midoriya, "Can you put this on and head to the field?"

Another test?

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A Quirk Assesment test…I fucking called it.

I was off to the side, in uniform…that was a little too small, and watching somewhat lazily as my peers started to muttered amongst themselves and question the teacher.

"What about the entrance ceremony, or orientation?" Floaty asked, and Aizawa droned right past her.

"If you're going to become a hero…you don't have time for such leisurely events….Today, is a physical test, I'm sure you've done a few from junior high yes?"

The kids nodded, and he continued, "Bakugo…what was your best softball throw?"

"67 meters" he said immediately, and I quirked an eyebrow. Really? Off the top of his head? This guy must have either been proud of it or competitive as all hell.

"Try adding your quirk this time…just don't step out of the ring." He said, stepping off to the side, and tossing the ball to him.

Bakugo stepped into the ring, stretching slowly in thought.

"Give it all you got, hurry up." Aizawa said, tapping his phone.

"Well then…" Bakugo said, before pitching it like a pro player…it was good form, I'll give him that, but his face looked like he was about to commit psychotic murder.

Which he did.

"DIEEEE!" he roared, and threw the ball high in the air, an explosion blowing off his palm as it rocketed into the skies.

I let out a dry laugh out of surprise, hearing mutterings off the side as people processed just what the human grenade over there just screamed out mid throw.

There was a beep from Aizawa's phone, and he held it up for everyone to see.

705.2 meters!

"Know your limits first. As heroes, knowing your capabilities and expanding them are the basis for growth. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." He intoned, and then gained a dangerous grin as he eyed the people commenting on how fun this was.

"This is fun? A game?...Alright…the person who places last on this placement test will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion." He said with a sinister glint to his eye, and I frowned, watching my peers freak out individually…what kind of this is this?

I know I'm not getting last, so I don't really care…but if this school is that cutthroat I'm not sure if I want to go here a second term.

"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students….Welcome to UA's Hero Course!"

"That's not fair on the first day! We-" Floaty started, and I just sighed heavily, loudly too.

"Shut up Floaty." I said dryly, before glaring at Aizawa with my red stare. She stared at me in hurt, and I just started walking forward for the circle.

"He just said he can do whatever he wants…your bitching will just make the rest of us panic. Pucker up, Hero Course, remember?" I said , standing in the circle, hand outstretched.

"I'm assuming you have another ball, Aizawa-sensei." I said with a still going glare. He grinned at my some more.

"Up next top-scorer?"

The entire class stared at me wide eyed, obviously realizing that just now as I didn't introduce myself earlier.

"Name's Ikari Senshi…gonna give me a ball?" I said flatly, my eyes not leaving the man for a second.

He just grinned and turned on his heel, "That was the demonstration…head to the 50 meter dash, that's first."

I grunted, kicking a bit of dirt up as I turned my heel, and walked off, the rest of the class merging with me as we reached a common destination. Nobody said a thing to me…but I could feel a glare.

I turned slightly, and saw it was Bakugo, who looked about ready to murder me, my entire family, and maybe even my first born child.

Yep, a competitive overlord...how annoying.

I watched kids line up, and run. Broomstick was a fast one, I already knew that, but on the short side of three seconds was something I didn't expect. The frog girl that ran with him did fairly well herself, her superhuman leaps were something…I wasn't getting first here, but I was nowhere near last. Looks like there is a three second countdown as well, might as well get the juices flowing before I take my turn.

I started rapidly clicking the button my headphone, quickly skipping from song to song…I needed a good ol battle jam to get me going! Getting pissed was a reaction, therefore, a catalyst is a good help.

Ah...here we go. A deep drum started to beat in my head, and I rolled my shoulders, before bobbing to it.

Boom…boom…boom boom boom!

I started moving in place, getting going, heart rate rising….c'mon, I'm ready! I recognized the veins that started to surface on my arms, I could feel them, my blood moving…CMON!

Next opportunity, I stepped up to the plate.

I felt the kids glare on my back, and it just lit the bonfire for me. Wanna get feisty little shit? Try and beat THIS!

"Get set…BANG!"

My fingers dug into the hardened ground, before I pulled myself forward and kicked off at the same time. I flew through the air like an animal. I crossed over 20 meters with my initial jump, and I hit the ground with a few more explosive sprints.

"Time: 3.9" the robot chirped, and I stood up, hitting the repeat button on my phone I pinched in my clothing.

I blazed right through the tests, I only had one on my mind…that fucking ball throw. I wanna show that cocky shit up for some reason.

Grip strength, 533 kilograms.

Standing Long jump, repeated side steps, I blew through them with flying colors…though I did crack the gym floor with the side steps.

Now…the ball throw.

Floaty got an infinity…I knew I wasn't going to get first, but that's just stupid!

More anger to the flame, works for me.

Midoriya was up next, and I regarded him carefully…has he made any progress with his quirk in the past week?

He moved on instinct, gunning for it…and nothing happened.

46 meters.

…what?

I saw it on his face, something went wrong…and Aizawa looks like he's going super sayan.

"I-I see! You're the Erasure Hero: Eraser Head!" Midoriya said with a light bulb moment, and I felt like I should face palm myself…or the kid. That clearly isn't what's important right now you daft idiot!

"So…they even let kids like you in huh? The entrance exam clearly wasn't rational enough. What, going to break your body and have someone come save you then?" Aizawa said with a dark look, his wrappings unfolding and floating around him intimidatingly.

"T-that isn't my intention! Gah!"

The cloth bindings suddenly snapped into action, reaching for the green teen and dragging him close.

"Whatever your intention, im saying that's what those around you will be forced to do…look at your entrance exam."

I grit my teeth in irritation, while valid, his point was demonizing! He's here to control his damn power isn't he!?

"Izuku Midoriya, with your power, you can't become a hero…even with your reckless valor." He said coldly, and I saw it.

Midoriya's heart stopped.

"I've returned your Quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw…get it over with." He droned like he normally did, and stepped back.

I eyed him in anger, before I set my eyes back on Midoriya. I stewed for a moment, before I grinned with my favorite emotion.

Fuck it.

"Oi, Nervous Wreck" I said, walking forward a step or two. He turned to me immediately, everyone did, and I jabbed my thumb over to Aizawa.

"Ignore the half-dead insomniac, as far as I'm concerned his "educated opinion" is as good as flaming horse shit."

The entire audience stared at me like I just told them the moon was made of cheese…and not even parmesan, we're talking cheddar.

"If that so called teacher has the gall to tell you that you have no potential, and kick you out because of his opinion, then fuck him, fuck this whole institution. I hear Shiketsu High is just as good, maybe even better if their staff aren't arrogant assholes. If you get kicked, don't give it too much thought…"

I turned, and glared at Aizawa fiercely, my eyes flaring an angry red, "Hell, I'll follow you there. I won't waste my time in such a cutthroat institution that's based on negativity."

I pointed right in Aizawa's face. "If you're going to deny him your assistance in the cultivation of his obvious power, I want nothing to do with you, or this god-damned academy. Fuck you."

Aizawa regarded me with a strange eye, "Loud, brash, profane…another person that shouldn't have passed."

I just rolled my eyes, "If that's the case, Second Place over there wouldn't have gotten in either."

"OI!" Bakugo roared from the back, and I just grinned right in that teacher's face, "What? Wanna waste more obvious talent?"

We stared at each other for a long moment, and I just huffed, "Go Ahead, give me detention or whatever. I don't care how cute your poster girl is, I'm walking outta here."

I turned, walked back, and plopped down, sitting hunched over, "Go on Midoriya, Don't stress it."

He stared at me in absolute…whatever that emotion was…it was on everyone else's face as well…meh, I said what I wanted to.

Rage did make it hard for me to watch my tongue, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of regret running my mouth.

He stood there, obviously nervous, but nowhere near as much as before. He stood back, setting up, before throwing it.

And it sucked the wind right out of the clearing.

A massive gust of wind through hair about as he propelled the ball through the air, into the skies, creating shockwaves that reverberates through the trees at the edges of the campus. It soared, and after a second or two, it landed.

705.3 meters.

"Sensei…" he said in obvious pain, before he turned, and raised his arm…it was completely undamaged.

All except his pointer finger.

He gripped his hand into a fist, biting his lip from the pain, but smiling anyway, "I can still move!"

I stared in shock, before I laughed out loud, "No potential huh? You're a fucking idiot!" I sat there and chuckled, some more, my anger justified for that moment, before it came roaring back as I stood up.

"Now…my turn."

I walked past Midoriya, and I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, "Good shit dude, good shit." I said with a smile, and patted him on the back as I passed him. As he moved, I glanced at Bakugo, who looked more than simply pissed off…he looked demonic. Midoriya is probs gonna get jumped later…meh, we'll see if we even stay here long enough for that to happen. I stood in the circle, a new ball tossed into my hands from my teacher, and I glared.

"This school and its regulations really do piss me off." I muttered, steadily reigniting my anger as I ranted to myself. "It's bullshit rules and half-assed teachers are blind as fuck. Completely inconsiderate to outliers...Him? That guy? No potential? You're out of your damn MINDS."

I stomped on the ground, and it rumbled as a small pulse of wind cleared the settling dust.

"I SAY FUCK THE LOT OF YOU!" I bellowed, and I tried to throw it.

It deformed and cracked in my hand.

The air from my movement sent a blade of wind across the courtyard, blowing up a small sand storm across the field, a few dust devils spinning away as it hit the opposite wall.

The ball's trajectory died as its crushed and misshapen form flew in the wind like a leaf, landing right in front of me. I stared at the obvious crushing handprint on it, as well as the cracked sensors and ruptures across its surface as it floated like a dried leaf.

Aizawa looked at me strangely, and looked at his phone. "32.3 meters."

…

"Or maybe you can't cultivate obvious talent, this place really is a joke." I muttered, and I walked back, hands folded behind my head as I ghosted Aizawa, joining my possible peers as we moved for the next area…I was surprised nobody tripped over themselves for staring at me so long. What? Did they think I was being snobbish or something?

The rest of the tests were a breeze, I just kinda coasted…I got the feeling I wasn't going to be here much longer anyway.

The hero I was trying to get to would notice me eventually…It would be easier if it was here…but I can live with waiting. I reckon the breakthrough at the entrance exam has given me some more breathing room.

We gathered around the zombie man himself, and I stood next to Midoriya, right at his side. He looked up at me in surprise, I was a little taller than him, and I smiled.

"I don't think this place is that great anyway, It might even be a good thing if we bounce now." I said to him calmly, and he seemed…unhappy, but looked forward regardless.

"It would take too long to explain each individual result, so basically; it's the total of all your scores during the test. I'll display yours scores here."

I watched the air light up blue, and a screen projected itself in front of us. I quickly scanned the names, not even looking for mine.

I found the one I was looking for.

I clenched my fist, before I rested a hand on the man's shoulder, "Let's go."

He stared at the floor, still cradling his hand. He made it a step, before he looked up at me with a tear in his eye.

"By the way, last place getting expelled was a lie." Aizawa said suddenly, a shit eating grin on his face, "It was a logical ruse to get you to use the full reaches of your quirks in their current state."

The entire area went deathly silent, before exclamations of shock resounded through the lot of them.

I didn't make a sound, ignoring the violently shaking teen under my grasp, his nerves crashing around from this insane emotional rollercoaster. I stared at the teacher with a dead eye, emotionless, vacant, and wary.

I am fairly aware of the emotional states of others, especially anger…this guy wasn't kidding around earlier, he was dead serious.

He changed his mind then…good.

Maybe this place is worth my time.

"Of course it was a lie", a young woman with black hair said nearby, "it would have been obvious if you thought it through." She said, off put at everyone's reaction.

I rolled my eyes, and just shook my head, it's useless arguing with someone who believes they already have all the facts.

"There will be handouts once you head back to the classroom. Read them over." he said, walking off…but making one last stop.

"Midoriya, let the old lady fix your hand, tomorrow will be even more difficult, get ready." He said, passing a slip to him, before walking off.

I watched him go around the corner, before heading off myself, back the way we came to get here. It was a solo walk, I had both headphones in so I couldn't hear much from the world outside. Calming thrums and slow vocals smoothed over the crags to my emotional mindscape, and I just fell back into a tranquil state.

It was promptly ruined by a prod to my arm.

I smoothed over the spike if irritation with practiced simplicity, and looked over without turning my head. The black haired girl from earlier was looking at me expectantly, and I unplugged an ear.

"Yeah?"

"Would you really have dropped out if Midoriya-san failed?" she asked immediately, and I blinked.

"Sorry…who are you again?" I said blankly, and she nodded her head, "Yaoyorozu Momo." She introduced herself, and I blinked.

"Do you have a name that I can call you that isn't as long?"

I felt my gaze drop down to her exposed front, and she seemed completely fine at having her chest and undergarments exposed to the outside world.

"Nevermind, What was your question Skimpy?" I said blankly, and she blushed immediately at the nickname, covering herself, "Do NOT address me as such!"

"It was that or Sports Bra…what was your question?" I pressed, as she didn't look ready to drop the matter.

"Would you really have dropped out if Midoriya-san failed?'

I frowned at her question, looking forward again as I took a turn to head up some stairs. "Yes."

She remained silent for a time, and I took that as the queue that she was done. I snorted in slight anger. Calling me out just to doubt my resolve…what a rude thing to do.

Crack.

I stopped walking in my tracks, my head jerking to the ear bud I just grabbed, and a piece of my soul died. It had shattered, the speaker falling out of the shell and dangling from the mangled copper chord. I closed my eyes, marshaling my sadness, and sadly pulling the now broken headphones out of my phone, and tossing them in a nearby trash. I remained over the can for an extra moment, before I clasped my hands together.

"Thank you for your service." I said quietly, before I turned and continued on my way. I would be mourning ruefully at the lack of my wonderful melodies for the rest of the day. Skimpy was watching me in curiosity and amusement at my obviously downcast expression, and, in front of me, undid her shirt.

I stared at her for a millisecond, before looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know if you're trying to cheer me up or not, and I'm thankful for the gesture, but can you please-"

"Here." She said, interrupting me.

I looked down, bug eyed at the pair of headphones in her hand. A patch of her stomach fading out of sparkles. I carefully lifted them up, before I hurriedly plugged them into my phone, and pressed play.

I heard the familiar tune coming through loud and clear, and I regarded the woman before me with awe I reserved for deities.

"Are you a god?" I asked bluntly, and she laughed lightly, "If it's something I understand, I can create it with my body's tissues…it's my Quirk, Creation."

I fell to my knees in realization.

She could make more.

And all I had to do was give her food.

I fell forward, fully prostrate, "Thank you, Yaoyorozu-sama, I shall forever remember this."

"Eh?! No! Stand up! You're embarrassing me!"

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K, thats it. Hope you took a moment to enjoy the nonsensical timeskips, unclarified scenery, and strange character adjective and fluctuations. Take care guys.

Gnight, Peace.