"START!"
Confused murmurs broke through the crowd as everyone looked amongst each other. Not one of them noticed a green-haired boy darting into the nearest alleyway, steps silent as a fox.
"What are you waiting for?! There's no countdowns in real life!"
And with that statement, the floodgates opened.
"Target located. Initiating attack sequ-"
A rising heel kick slammed into the 2-Pointer's head, cutting off it's attack and knocking it clean off the body. Sparks bloomed from the frayed wires hanging out of its neck, and the 2-Pointer slumped down like a puppet with cut strings.
Yet even before the 2-Pointer had shut down, Izuku was already kicking off the alley's walls to pass the bot, streaking down the area in search of more.
A 1-Pointer spotted the student and swung its shield-like hand down, but a swift sidestep allowed Izuku to evade the strike, letting it dig into the concrete beside him as a cloud of dust and debris flew out.
"Damn, that's some power." He muttered. "Better not get hit by that or I'm toast."
Thankfully, the attack rendered the 1-Pointer's arm stuck, and so he capitalised.
Both feet planted themselves firmly on the bot's wide arm, and with a forceful push Izuku somersaulted over the enemy's head. Right as his head was pointed downwards towards the bot, he grabbed the head with both arms.
And yanked.
The head became dislodged as Izuku stuck his landing, where it was then thrown at the now gaping hole present in the 1-Pointer.
The subsequent explosion was nothing if not beautiful.
As Izuku finally exited the alleyway, he took stock of his surroundings. Most of the students were currently preoccupied with 1 and 2-Pointers, while the more rare 3-Pointers were further down the block, lying in wait.
Without a second's delay, he made a mad dash down the false street, all the while baring a manic grin.
Oh yeah, it's good to be back in it.
Oh God this sucks so bad.
Uraraka Ochaco shakily brought her hands to her knees as she took deep breaths. While the consequences of overexerting her quirk were not debilitating in the long run, there was no denying that it was annoying to deal with.
Speaking of which.
Bile crawled up her throat, and she quickly sealed her mouth shut with both hands, desperately trying to force it back down. With great effort, the vile liquid within her eventually settled down, granting reprieve.
Uraraka slapped her face with both hands.
"Alright! Let's keep going!"
And she would have, if the sudden act of the ground rumbling had not distracted her.
All around her, students began looking around to determine the source of the vibrations.
"Shit! It's the 0-Pointer!" A boy sporting a white headband with blue zigzags pointed behind her. Following his finger, she swivelled around anxiously.
Lo and behold, the gigantic robot loomed over them ominously, each step it took reverberating outwards like a shockwave.
The students around her decided that dying via the big scary robot was not a good idea and started running away.
"What is wrong with UA?!"
"You couldn't pay me to go near that shit!"
"Hong gan la! Limpeh don't want die so early you cibai!" *
Some decided to add flavourful commentary.
Uraraka though, ran to the closest 3-Pointer with great gusto.
I can't afford to give up now! I can still get more points!
A slap to the 3-Pointer sent it flying upwards, and a quick steeple of her fingers caused it to rocket back down a la gravity. It shattered on impact like glass, and Uraraka smiled at her accomplishment.
Then the wave of nausea hit her full force, and her legs buckled.
As she collapsed onto the floor, Uraraka spotted the 0-Pointer closing in on her comparatively tiny frame. The whirring of gears and hissing of hydraulics continued to grow louder and louder, and she could only look fearfully as it raised one of its arms in preparation to attack.
Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough!
"Nezu! You need to stop it now! That girl could be injured!" Yagi Toshinori whirled his eyes from the screen to UA's principal. Despite the situation at hand, he seemed to be completely at ease with himself.
Nezu smiled amicably at him. "Don't worry, All Might. The girl is not in much danger yet. There will still be time to act."
That didn't seem to appease the blonde. "Are you absolutely certain? What if there's a malfunction or-"
A firm hand on his shoulder cut him off.
"It'll be fine, mate. Power Loader never screws up on his work." Snipe patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"Quite right! And besides..." Nezu continued. "It is only in the darkest situations where heroes shine the brightest, no?"
Toshinori couldn't really refute that.
Uraraka shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable attack to come.
It never did.
She'd been scooped up in someone's arms as they rolled to one side, narrowly avoiding the giant arm that slammed downwards.
Upon opening her eyes, she noticed a boy with emerald hair and eyes, looking down at her inquisitively.
"You okay?"
Uraraka struggled to speak through her nausea. "Gugh...yes. Thank you?"
The boy grinned in response. "Don't sweat it!"
A large crashing sound drew their attention back to the 0-Pointer, which had begun to sweep its arms into the nearby buildings. Debris began to fall down in a hailstorm of concrete pieces.
The weather forecast predicted pain. Lots of it.
"Hang on tight!"
The boy bolted down the street as fast as he could, taking special care not to let Uraraka get hit by any of the falling rubble. A sidestep here, a leap there, it was honestly quite beautiful with the way he moved with such grace. Uraraka had taken care to use her quirk on herself to limit the boy's load, as much as it disoriented her.
It was the least she could do.
Unfortunately, he couldn't keep this up, not with his hands being occupied with carrying another passenger. And so with a quickly muttered "Sorry!" the male student cocked both arms backwards.
Uraraka realised what was going to happen a moment too late.
She soared through the air like the world's fleshiest missile, going past the strike zone of the concrete rainfall and slamming into another student's stomach.
"OOF!"
"Sorry!" She quickly deactivated her quirk and rolled off the now downed male, allowing him to recover.
"It is fine! are you unharmed miss?" The bespectacled male made chopping motions with his hands to emphasise his question.
Uraraka shook her head and pointed behind her. "I'm fine! But that green-haired boy from just now is still in there!"
"That's awful! Do not worry! I, Iida Tenya shall attempt to...assist...him..." Iida's voice seemed to be inversely proportionate to his eyes: as his voice grew softer and softer, eventually trailing off, his eyes continued to widen as he took in the scene before him. The other students around the area had also stopped whatever they were doing, instead focusing their attention solely behind Uraraka.
Confused, she turned around, only to be transfixed by what lay in front.
The green-haired boy had stopped trying to run out of the storm of falling debris, instead opting to let it finish its assault. To the untrained eye, he seemed to be moving about spontaneously, with the occasional hand coming up to bat away any that got too close.
Was he relying on luck to get through?
"No...that's not it at all." Aizawa muttered.
Aizawa had initially written the kid off as some crazy person deluded into thinking he had a shot getting into UA. After all, how could a quirkless person compete against the likes of explosions, laser beams and invisibility? As far as he was concerned, the brat had zero potential.
But then he saw the kid in action, and that dismissal turned to intrigue, then excitement.
The way the boy moved was akin to that of a veteran Pro Hero. There was no wasted movement; every attack was rational and accurate. He targeted weak spots ruthlessly and exploited the environment to his advantage. If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought the kid had some kind of reflex or perception quirk.
Efficiency.
Then he saw the kid see a fellow competitor in danger, and without as much as a second's hesitation, burst into movement to save her.
Drive To Save.
When the kid realised that he wouldn't be able to ensure safety for the both of them, he switched plans on a dime.
Thinking Under Pressure.
And now? The boy was actively predicting where the concrete debris was falling, always staying one step ahead as he dodged the onslaught coming his way. Rubble that got too close were parried away with the palms of his hands; an action that minimised harm to himself while helping to removing the threat.
Technical Combat Prowess.
As all of the debris finally reached the floor, the hazy dust clouds covering the ground dissipated, revealing hundreds upon hundreds of concrete chunks. At the epicentre of the area was one Midoriya Izuku, who apart from having an extremely dusty tracksuit, was completely unscathed.
Aizawa grinned a wide smile, which had the additional effect of scaring all of his colleagues.
This fucking kid.
"TIME'S UUUPP!"
A large foghorn sounded across the battlefield, putting an end to the examination. Groans of disappointment and cries of relief were uttered equally, but above all, everyone was just exhausted.
Except for one Midoriya Izuku, who looked as chipper as he was before entering the exam venue.
Uraraka immediately ran towards him.
"Ah excuse me! Are you alright?" She asked once she was within earshot.
Izuku blinked at her, before recognition dawned on his features. "Oh! Yeah I'm alright! A bit sore on the hands, but I'll live."
Uraraka whooped. "That was so cool! Are you some kind of martial artist? The way you hit away all those rocks and going all BAM and WHAPOW was so awesome!" She emphasised her point by punching the air.
"Oh!" She suddenly extended her hand. "I never got your name! I'm Uraraka Ochaco! Nice to meet you!"
"Uh...Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you too." He blushed as they shook hands.
Dammit man you should be used to this by now!
"Anyway, I have to go, but I hope you get in!"
"Ah...likewise."
The girl waved eagerly and left as quickly as she came.
Girls. I'll never understand them. He lamented in his head.
"Hmm, wonder how this thing works." Izuku mumbled to himself as he fondled the disc in his hand.
"Is there a switch I can flick or...how about this?" He pushed a small black circle on the very top, causing light to explode from the device.
"Woah!"
The disc flew from his hands and clattered onto the table, giving Izuku a clear view of the holographic screen in front of him.
"I am here as a projection!" All Might boomed from within the screen.
Izuku's jaw dropped.
ALL MIGHT IS TEACHING AT UA?!
It took every ounce of self-control to not freak out and start cheering at the top of his lungs because All Might is possibly going to teach me oh my God.
"Young Midoriya! I am here to provide you with the results of your entrance exam!"
Izuku immediately sobered up and took a deep breath.
"In the written test, you managed to score 85%! Putting you well in the safe zone!"
A weight was lifted and he exhaled loudly in relief. Truth be told, he was more concerned over his results in the written exam than in the practical.
Luffy and Goku were utter dumbasses, after all.
At least Edward was smart. Small mercies.
But thankfully it seemed that his hard work managed to pay off. And for that, he was grateful.
"As for the practical! You, Young Midoriya, managed to secure 48 villain points, and 25 rescue points!"
"Rescue points?" He questioned. "What's that?"
"Aha! I can see your confusion from here! Allow me to explain! Not only were we grading how well you fought against those robots, we also were looking out for one thing!"
All Might raised his finger to the sky.
"Heroism! After all, what kind of hero school would we be if we didn't reward those who put their life on the line, to save other people?!"
"For saving Miss Uraraka, you were rewarded with 25 rescue points! Bringing your total to 73! Congratulations, Young Midoriya, for taking 2nd place in the practical assessment!"
Izuku's eyes bugged out.
"You may be quirkless, but your actions have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you deserve to be here! Welcome, Midoriya Izuku, to your hero academia!"
And with that, the screen shut itself off.
Izuku continued to stare blankly at where the screen was just a moment ago.
Then came the processing of information.
"HOLY SHIT!"
(A/N): Imma be honest, I have just as much of an idea of how this story will go as you guys. Let's hope it's not a complete fuckfest aye?
Thanks for reading though! Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!
Question: Which quirk would you want to have in real life?
* The sentence roughly translates to: "Fuck! I don't want to die at such a young age, you cunt!"
'Limpeh' actually means 'one's father', but in Singaporean context it can also be used to refer to oneself in a humorous way.