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Hisashi Midoriya was a man with a muddied past. He used to be a small-time robber who used his quirk to get his way, a villain. Eventually, he got caught. After all he was living in the era of the symbol of peace. He spent his time in prison and came out a changed man, at least he'd like to think he did. He'd made mistakes in his life, decisions that should have never even crossed his mind, so when he faced with another chance at life, he took it and never looked back.
Inko was the women that had helped him steer back on to the correct path. She was caring, smart and willing to help at any moment. Someone he thought he never even deserved in his life. They had settled down together. Got married. They even had a child. Hisashi couldn't have been more grateful for the life he'd managed to build for himself at the time.
Everything was going fine.
Until he entered his life.
In a time of financial distress, Hisashi found no other choice but to turn to him and follow his orders for a littlel while. Nothing major, he told himself. That's how he hoped it stay for a while, but things got… tough.
Suddenly, he was put on the spot. The future he'd worked so hard for was being threatened. His life was being threatened. His family was being threatened.
All because of him.
So, he made some rash decisions, bad decisions even, hell probably even single worst decision he could've ever chosen, all to protect his family.
However, by the time he'd witnessed the damage he'd caused to his own family due to his pent-up stress, it had been too late. His last moments were spent looking into the eyes of his son that he could barely even recognize.
As if the ghost of his past had come to mock him right in his face one last time.
Hisashi Midoriya died as he lived, a slave to his past. Wishing, in his last moments, for his son to not suffer the same fate.
The thing about accidents is that they could always be swept under the rug. The question was, just how long would it be until someone decided to clean the place up and stumble across it all over again?
Hisashi's death was one such accident. After all, Izuku was just a little kid who was victim to circumstance. In any case, the hero society always had knack for ignoring the problems of villains or used - to - be villains at that. To them, Hisashi was but another nuisance gone. A man who truly couldn't change his ways.
Inko had told one or two people about the incident, but that's as far as it went. After that, she too had decided not to talk much on the matter.
It was as if Izuku's mistake had been wiped clean by everyone except for him. Sure, Katsuki found out as Inko had told his mom about the whole situation, but it hadn't seemed to have changed too much about their already deteriorating relationship.
He hated it. He wanted someone to yell at him, to blame him, to tell him what he'd done was wrong. To tell him that what he'd done was bad.
He needed to tell someone that he was monster for feeling the way he did. For feeling even just a twinge of happiness when he saw his father's body lay still on the floor.
The feeling would never escape his memory, no matter how hard wished it would.
Now
The frigid air poked at Izuku's body like tiny needles. He couldn't tell if the chill that had dawned over his body was was from the cold, or rather from his nerves.
He took in a dry breath. He shuffled his body around itself as he looked upwards.
U.A's gate stood its ground menacingly, looming over Izuku like a vulture to a half dead animal. It was a lot bigger than he could have ever imagined. He guessed that he couldn't have expected less from the number 1 hero school in the country.
He took his first step into the prestigious school and immediately felt something tackles through his shoulder.
Izuku looked up to see Katsuki walking forward to the gate. Katsuki looked back at him and the two of them shared silent glances at another, almost for too long, as if Katsuki was scrutinizing every detail of his face.
Izuku managed a small wave over at Katsuki.
Like he'd been caught in a criminal act, Katsuki snapped his head back forward and continued onwards with saying a word.
Usually, Katsuki would've at least spoken to him there, but it seemed like the slime incident really got to him 10 months ago. He hadn't been in much trouble since then. Though the awkward staring was slightly too out there, even for him.
Did he know it was him? Izuku thought to himself as he walked onwards.
Just like that, Izuku lost focus and tripped over his leg.
"Oh." He let out, right before his face planted right into the ground. Which is what should've happened. However, the ground never came. Instead, he found himself floating, bobbing up and down ever so slightly through the air.
"pffft!" He heard from his right, just before he feels someone tug at his shirt, planting him firmly back in position on the ground.
He turned to the right to see a bubbly girl with rosy cheeks going red in the face with her hand on her mouth, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.
"So, uh… You think you can teach me that flapping technique with your arms after this entrance exam?" She said, letting out a small giggle.
Izuku looked at his arms and lo and behold, he had been flapping his arms the entire time. He guessed that he'd been subconsciously flapping his arms due to the feeling of flight entering his system a few moments ago.
"Didn't want you to fall, you know?" She explained. "I mean, my parents always told me it's a bad omen to do that before big exams!"
Izuku could only press his two arms as hard as he could to the sides of his body and stare blankly at her, thinking of a million things to say all at once.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later bird boy. We got this!" She declared with a punch to the air before heading into the building.
Izuku stood there in silence as other examinees walked past him in worry.
"I just talked to a girl…" Izuku mumbled to himself. "Wait… did she just call me bird boy?"
Moments later, Izuku found himself seated next to Katsuki in a dim auditorium filled with hundreds of other candidates.
"Got a starin' problem or something, Deku?" Katsuki spoke for the first time in a while, catching Izuku off guard.
"Huh- no- I mean weren't you doing that first back at the- "
"Whatever." Katsuki grumbled, keeping his eyes locked on to the dim stage. "Let's just get this done with already."
Back to square one, Izuku thought with a half-hearted sigh.
That's when Pro hero Present mic made his presence known on the stage. In that moment nothing else mattered to the audience.
From one gate to another, Izuku and many other contestants stood, waiting, before two huge iron doors.
He didn't know how to feel, much less what to think of the situation. In a few moments, he would be taking his first step into the real U.A experience. In a few minutes, everything that led up to this, the culmination of all his training, saving people behind throughout musutafu, taking down low-level thugs when he could, everything was going to come together for this moment.
He wasn't alone. Behind the plastered smiles and cocky countenances of his fellow examinee's, they felt the same fear of rejection that he did.
If not by their faces, then by the elevated thumps of their heartbeats.
He looked down at his outfit. A skintight full body black suit paired with a few joggers. He knew those joggers weren't going to last, but it beat looking ridiculous Infront of everyone before the practical began.
The skintight body suit was something he procured from a support hero organization just before the exam. It wasn't his cup of tea, but he'd make do. Afterall, his mother had saved up for months just for the possibility of him even getting an outfit that worked with his quirk at all. For that, he was grateful.
Noticing the girl from earlier in the corner of his eye with look of distress, he thought he'd make his way over to her to thank her for the save before.
"You again!"
Izuku turned his head over to see the same huge blocky guy that he'd caught trouble with during present mic's explanation.
"Incessantly muttering and distracting your peers in the auditorium wasn't enough for you?" The boy began, shifting his square glasses up his face. "Now you want to distract that poor girl over there as well? She's obviously trying to focus! Please, if you think U.A's the place to perform such antics, you should just leave right this instance!"
Izuku's eyes widened, and he began to stumble over his words, trying his earnest to explain the whole situation. However, He was met with glares of people all around him, taunting him, sizing him up.
"That guy's our competition, huh?"
"Hey buddy, think you walked into the wrong place. The U.A general studies exams are that way!"
"Honestly I'm relieved! One less person to worry to worry about, y'know?"
Whilst everyone placed their attention on to Izuku, it was then that the words: "STAAAAAAAART" Blared through on of the speakers above the doors. The doors instantly snapped open, revealing the faux city ahead.
Most people found themselves startled, unable to process what was going on for a few split moments, but Izuku was the first to spring forwards without a second thought. He hurled his body forward and the moment his feet planted the ground, his hands and feet had been replaced with paws. He pushed his now transformed arms from the earth and propelled himself forward, blitzing down the faux city in a matter of seconds.
"A two pointer!" He purred as he dashed towards the robot in his path. Without stopping he continued down his path as cheetah, right before turning into a rhino and bulldozing through the robot's body.
He ploughed through a few more robots in his way without a problem. However, he would be attacked moments later at the side from a one pointer.
As the robot swiped at him, Izuku's entire world grew much larger around him in an instant. He turned a hummingbird, dodging each one of the robots' attacks with ease.
The robot eventually lost track of him. Confused, it scanned the area, only to have its head completely swiped off by a polar bear's paw from behind.
He hadn't had that good of a stretch in a while, Izuku thought as he looked onwards to a group of robots headed his way.
"Bring it on!" he roared.
It looks like we've got our selves a destructive batch, haven't we?" A pro said as he watched live feeds of each examinee. "Quite impressive."
"That kid." One other pro hero began. "He's got a considerable amount of villains points."
"His hero points aren't anything to scoff at either. Did you see how he managed to save one of the other examinees hidden in the debris? Its amazing he was even capable of locating them-"
"Lets not get too ahead of ourselves." Another pro began. "He lacks focus and control."
"You always find something to say, don't you, Aizawa?" Toshinori said, watching onward in curiosity.
"In any case," Another person began, pressing a button Infront of them. "The real challenge is about to begin now."
Ochaco Uraraka was tired, to say the least.
She'd never used her gravity quirk destructively like this before, leaving heaps of robot parts across this ground right behind her.
Her stomach had begun to turn in on itself. After each usage, her tolerance grew closer to being completely passed. She tried her best to keep it in as long as she could. She needed to ignore her pain for just a bit longer if she wanted to get into U.A. If she wanted to even grasp at the possibility of changing her family's life.
Right, she had to remember what she'd worked so hard to this point for.
"Release!" She clasped the ends of her fingers together and robots fell from the sky like rain.
She wanted to die. To collapse on to the ground, but she managed to struggle back to her feet and continue onwards.
That's when it showed up. The zero-pointer present mic had warned them about in the auditorium.
It shook the vey ground it traversed, masking the screams of fear and terror of the people that fled from it under its rumbling.
A true behemoth that towered dwarfed each building surrounding it.
Ochaco knew she couldn't hope to fight that thing in the slightest. She was exhausted and on the verge of blacking out.
She was about to make a run for it. But she heard something amidst the dust and debris. People calling for help. The dust settled a few moments later, revealing multiple people trapped under debris whilst a gorilla held down a huge chunk of building from falling onto them at the center.
It was that kid again. She'd seen him transform into multiple animals throughout the trial. He was struggling to keep the weight of the debris up.
Whilst more and more people ran past, Ochaco knew that they needed help as the zero-pointer neared.
So, she ran, well, as much as she physically could at that point.
As she reached them, she shared stifled looked towards the boy and the rest of the other trapped examinees. She then touched every one of the pieces of debris that had each examinee stuck.
One by one, each trapped examinee was able to easily push of the debris, allowing them to run for their lives soon after.
"Thanks." She heard the boy grumble as she collapsed to her knees right next to him. "For uh.. now and before."
"Don't mention it," she said with a sour expression before touching the debris he'd been holding for a while and falling into his chest.
"I want to explode." She grumbled as the boy grabbed her and took off to the exit.
"Me too." The boy said, reverting to his human form as he carried her. "My body is screaming."
Ochaco's sight began to dim.
"What's your name by the way?"
"Me?"
"Who else would I be talking to?" She laughed.
"Oh…uh…Izuku Midoriya." Izuku said with a flushed face. "You?"
"Ochaco Uraraka." She smiled. "Nice meeting you."
Izuku shot a smile back and gave her a quiet nod.
"Likewise." He blurted, like he'd almost forgotten to respond.
"One more thing," she said with a green face.
"Yeah?"
Before she could say anything else, she threw up all over his chest and blacked out.
