Author Notes:

Hello again,

A thing I'd like to address before you read the actual chapter is that Mori won't have entirely the same personality as he did in God of Highschool. There will definitely be some choices that may go against what he'd done back in his world, and that's because of the influences in his new life. He will still be the same carefree idiot we all know, but with some sense of responsibility and smarts to go along with that.

On a better note, I had another chapter ready, so I thought that I'd just go ahead and publish it. I'm glad for all the support I've been getting on this fic and I will try not to let any of you down in your expectations.

EDIT: I read some of your reviews and made an adjustment to the part that said that Mori was kind of dumb. You guys were right. Sorry for the screw up.

Thanks and enjoy,

HailToTheSnail

Chapter 3 - The God of Hero Academia

Mori stood at the golden gates to Japan's most illustrious hero school. Etched into the arch above the gates were two golden letters. U and A. The school's name emblazoned proudly above any who passed through.

There were many kids already walking through the gates, but Mori stood there as his head went to the clouds. Reminiscing on how he'd arrived here.

It had been around two months since the Monkey King had been brought to this world, and he found that he was finally settling in properly. It had been hectic the first few weeks after Rumi had decided to adopt him. What with the paperwork and such, but after that, it was rather smooth sailing from then on. They sort of just fit.

That wasn't to say that there weren't any difficulties. Sometimes, they just didn't know how to interact with each other. Mori could tell that Rumi was always trying her best to be a good mother, it was just that she had no experience, and the same could be said for him. He had no experience of being a good son. All he had were the martial arts training sessions with his grandpa, which he would hardly classify as normal family affairs.

Another issue that popped up was the media. They were constantly hounding both of them whenever they left the house. It got to the point where they hardly left the place for family activities, and when they did, they usually wore disguises to get around. It was rather annoying at first, but now, after looking back on it, it was just another fond memory he'd shared with Rumi. One that they'd joke about later on no doubt. Mori smiled in content.

Seeing as he'd wasted enough time with his head in the clouds, he walked through the gates with the countless other kids and into the building they were being directed towards. They were all here for the same reason as he was, and that was to tackle the entrance exams to get into U.A. High School's hero course.

He hadn't necessarily needed to take the entrance exam. In fact, Rumi had offered to get him in with a letter of recommendation, but he shut her down quickly. Not for reasons like fairness, just for the fact that he heard that the practical exam was a fight against giant robots.

Of course, when Mori mentioned this to Rumi, she'd just laughed and told him what a weird kid he was. It hardly dampened his mood though, as fighting giant robots weren't something he had the pleasure of doing back in his universe. Sure, he'd fought all sorts of gods, but gods just didn't amount to the classic giant robot badassery.

He walked into the lecture hall that he was herded into. Filled with students, all seated with writing utensils. Waiting on a proctor to hand out the test papers. Had he ever mentioned how much he hated written exams?

Mori sighed as he took a seat beside some kid who was rambling to himself quietly about heroes and such. He paid him no mind. "It'll all be worth it for the kickass robots," Mori reminded himself. "It'll all be worth it for the kickass robots," he repeated.

Mori was wrong. He was so utterly wrong. It had not been worth it for the kickass robots. Hell, he'd have ten more bouts with the gods before going through that ever again. Even with all his prior knowledge of the material, he hardly remembered anything on the school subjects. He knew he was smart, it was just that it'd been too long since he'd done the kind of subjects taught in high school, and he hadn't studied for any of it because he thought he knew it all.

He groaned as he stretched his stiff muscles, resolving to study again. "But I think I passed," he muttered to himself in exhaustion. "Which means all I have to do is do well in the practical examination."

Mori then wondered what would happen if he failed to get into U.A. when Rumi offered to write him a letter of recommendation… that would be awkward. He shook the thought from his head and focused on what was important now. Which meant-

"Giant robots," Mori said quietly, barely able to contain his excitement.

He left the lecture hall, having already given in his exam, and although he'd had a tough time on it, he was one of the first few out of the place. With the only other people finishing ahead of him being the green-haired boy that was sitting beside him, a very angry blonde boy that kept giving said green-haired boy nasty glares, a friendly-looking orange-haired girl, and some rather rule-abiding looking boy with glasses. They all sat in the hallway waiting for the rest of the students to finish with the exam so that they could move onto the practical.

Mori took a seat near the friendly orange-haired girl, who smiled at him kindly when he did so. He returned it politely before lowering a new possession over his eyes. It was a brand new mellow green sleeping mask.

It had been a gift from Rumi to celebrate them becoming a family after finishing with all the adoption paperwork. She'd asked him what he wanted for a gift, and he'd asked for a sleeping mask. Although she thought it odd, not that much wasn't odd with him, she went with it and bought it for him. He cherished it deeply now.

It hadn't been ten minutes since he'd closed his eyes when he heard other students coming out of the lecture hall, having completed their written exams. With the rest of the students now finished, a proctor followed them out and ushered them to an auditorium, where the school was no doubt going to explain the practical aspect of the exam.

Mori took a seat near the back of the auditorium and covered his face again with his sleep mask. He already knew the rules and whatnots of the practical. Rumi having already explained it to him when he told her he would take the entrance exam to U.A. instead of the recommendation letter. The rabbit hero probably wanted him to be fully prepared for the whole thing since you know, he wasn't taking the free pass into the school and all that.

From what he'd gathered, there were three types of robots in this simulation, and they were each worth a point value of one to three. The goal of the simulation was to gather as many points as possible by defeating the so-called villains. Easy, really.

While someone had taken the stage and began explaining this to the other students, albeit in a rather aggressively loud voice, there was an interruption. "Excuse me, sir," someone said, getting the speakers attention. "May I ask a question?"

Mori peeked out from underneath his sleep mask and saw that the one raising the commotion was none other than the boy with glasses from the written exam.

The speaker, a man wearing a leather outfit with a brace of speakers around his neck and long golden slicked back hair, smiled. It was the pro hero, Present Mic, from what Mori gathered. "Alright, what's your question?" he shouted.

"While you've only mentioned three types of villains, on the printout we all have, there are in fact four," the boy said, pointing to a fourth silhouette on the papers handed to them. "If this is a misprint and mistake on U.A.'s part, it's unbecoming of Japan's top hero academy. We're all here today in hopes of being moulded into model heroes."

The rule-abiding kid turned behind him and pointed at the green-haired boy from before. "And you, with the curly hair," he said, calling out the skittish boy. He seemed embarrassed and scared at being called out like that. "You've been muttering this entire time… it's distracting. If this is some sort of game to you, then please leave immediately."

The green-haired boy covered his mouth frantically and seemed to mutter an apology.

Before the situation could get out of hand, Present Mic answered the boy with glasses. "Nice catch, examinee seven thousand one hundred and eleven!" he shouted.

Wait… did he just say seven thousand one hundred and eleven? There were that many examiners? Maybe he should have taken that recommendation letter. He could almost feel Rumi's disapproving look for if he failed the exam.

Present Mic continued. "But the fourth villain archetype gets you zero points!" he explained, a silhouette of the particular robot appearing on the projected screen behind him. "He's more of an obstacle! A gimmick if you may! There's only one at each site, but they'll rampage around in close quarters! It's best to avoid it at all costs!"

After the explanation of the fourth robot, Mori was frowning. He hadn't heard of this zero pointer. Was it a recent addition to the exam? If so, maybe a lot of what he already knew of the test wasn't set in stone. He pulled out the printout to read over it.

The bespectacled boy nodded, satisfied with the answer he was given. "Got it… like a gimmick to be avoided," he said to himself. He bowed to the speaker. "Thank you, sir. I apologize for the interruption."

Present Mic nodded his head. "That's all from me!" he shouted, grinning at the students in the lecture hall. "So I'm gonna leave you all with our school motto. The great hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said, 'True heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life.'"

There was anticipation building in the auditorium, and Mori knew why. He'd heard this motto a week back when he was watching an interview with the number one hero in Japan, All Might. It turned out he'd gone to U.A for hero school as well and taken up the school motto as his own. And since he said it a lot, many others did as well.

"Go beyond-" Present Mic started. He raised a hand to his ear to hear the rest of the line.

The students didn't disappoint. "-Plus Ultra!" they cheered.

When Mori stood outside the gates to Battle Center M, his first thoughts were. How does a school afford to fund projects like this? he thought as he gazed up at the urban area, replicating a downtown city. And they have like twenty-five more of these places across the school campus? How big is this place?

While Mori stared up at the walls to Battle Center M, or Ground Mike, a tuft of orange near him caught his attention. It was the friendly orange-haired girl from before.

The Monkey King took this time to study her features. She had long orange hair worn tied in a high ponytail on the left side of her head and rather deep teal eyes. She was also wearing a black and blue tracksuit.

He must have spent too much time looking, as she frowned. "Um, can I help you?" she asked. She seemed nervous and flustered by the attention.

"Oh sorry," Mori apologized, realizing that he was staring. "I just recognized you from outside the lecture hall and wanted to introduce myself. I'm Mori Usagiyama," he said.

The orange-haired girl smiled, seeming a bit less nervous. "I'm Itsuka Kendo," she replied. "And I kind of already knew who you were."

Mori quirked a brow. "How so?" he asked.

Itsuka smiled playfully. "Magazines and whatnot," she confessed.

Mori grimaced. "Oh, yeah," he said, remembering those days being hounded by the media. It wasn't the best time of his life admittedly.

Itsuka saw the grimace and laughed. "Sorry," she apologized, still smiling though. "It's just that you were all over Heroes Time and other gossip magazines. It kind of makes it hard to not recognize you since I love hero gossip."

He couldn't fault her there, and besides, his misfortune broke the ice between them. That was worth bonus points if anything. "I guess it does," he admitted, before sighing. "Though I'm not much for people being in my face and asking questions about why Rumi adopted me. I just want to live with my mother without the media's attention."

Itsuka frowned. She didn't much like the sad look on Mori's face. As a matter of fact, she always tried to cheer anyone up when they felt down. Maybe she could part with a little secret of hers that would cheer him up. "Listen, Mori. I just wanted to let you know that you've got an awesome mother," she said, gathering the Monkey King's attention. "You know, she's actually the reason I wanted to be a hero in the first place."

Mori cracked a small smile. Glad to hear that Rumi was influencing the younger generation to become heroes. Especially people like Itsuka.

"That's why I plan on passing this practical exam and entering the hero course," she said with determination. "So that I can be a hero like your mother," she saw the smile on Mori's face. "and you better not disappoint her either."

Mori continued to smile. "I don't plan on failing," he said.

Itsuka returned the smile before she excused herself, hoping to get a few minutes to calm her still somewhat frayed nerves. "Well, good luck then," she said, leaving Mori alone. "Maybe we'll be in the same class when we both pass."

Mori waved goodbye to his new friend. He'd like that. Itsuka was really nice, and to an extent, she reminded him of Daewi. In an older sibling kind of way.

After Itsuka had left him, Mori gripped and ungripped Yeoui, calming himself down and getting ready for the test ahead. He was glad that Rumi had let him know about the forms he had to fill in, in order to use his staff. If his mother hadn't let him know of that, he'd have had to take the practical exam without it.

While that thought, a creak brought Mori' attention to the gates to Battle Center M. They were opening. "And, begin!" a voice boomed immediately afterwards. A few kids searched for it and found Present Mic standing on top of a tall tower overlooking all the exam grounds. How was his voice reaching them? "What's wrong? The test's started! See that kid with the staff at Battle Center M? He's already gone!"

At the mention of their Battle Center, all the participants from M looked to see Mori having already sprinted far ahead at the words 'begin'. This was a competition after all. He'd learnt first hand what a competition was like at the G.O.H Tournament. And he was going to take every little advantage he could get.

Mori ran for the heart of the city, guessing that that would be where most of the robots were. If he was to pass, he would need to rack up as many points as possible before the number of robots grew to thin. Otherwise, it'd be that much harder.

Ahead, he saw four robots milling about. One triple pointer, one double pointer, and two single pointers. They didn't seem to have noticed him yet. That was alright with him. He'd take them all out before they did. "Expand, Yeoui," he said, aiming for the triple pointer first.

His staff made quick work of the first faux villain, incapacitating it by taking out the head. This alerted the rest of them of his presence. Thought it hardly mattered as the Monkey King quickly dispatched of them as well.

"Alright, that's seven points," Mori counted, not breaking his stride to the heart of the battle center. "I'll probably need at least sixty to pass, and that took me about thirty seconds. I've got nine minutes and a thirty seconds left."

The Monkey King smiled earnestly. This was gonna be fun.

Making his way out of an alleyway, Mori found a whole cluster of robots waiting for him, numbering at least twenty or so. He could see that a few were triple pointer, while the vast majority were made up of single and double pointers. Even so, he estimated the total value of points to be around thirty.

He jumped into the thick of it, setting his sights on the four triple pointers first. If other contestants happened upon him, he wanted to have already taken the big points.

"Renewal Dragon Sign Hoechook," he said, as the nearest triple pointer closed in on him. He swiftly kicked out his right leg when it neared and spun around it. He didn't even look back to confirm the points, knowing that the faux villain would be dismantled in the result of the whirlwind created from his strike.

He found the next triple pointer in the batch and rushed past the few one pointers guarding it, too quick for them to be able to react. He dealt a swift blow to the head and was on his way again in search of his next target.

"Renewal Baekdu," he said, ramming his knee into the torso of the next triple pointer. It toppled over and died from the caved in plating. He followed that up with a quick expanding blow from Yeoui on the third triple pointer, taking out a few of the single and double pointers that were in the way of the shot.

He landed on his feet and jumped out of the way of a single pointer's strike. He quickly smashed it with a double elbow slam to the head and ran at the last triple pointer. "Renewal Gor Yo," he said, striking at both the head and chest with powerful kicks. It exploded on the second impact, falling to the ground in defeat.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Mori struck the rest of them from a distance with Yeoui. They didn't stand a chance against the Monkey King.

"That makes thirty-one points," Mori calculated, a little disappointed in the fact that the last four single pointers were stolen from him by other participants. He sighed. It was a competition though, so he couldn't be angry.

Knowing he had around six minutes left, he was about to go further into the city when some yelling drew his attention. He took off in that direction immediately, knowing that that was the universal sign for help.

When Mori arrived, he quickly took in the situation. While a lot of the robots in the vicinity were incapacitated by some sort of purple adhesive ball. A few of them were still untouched and surrounding a short kid. Closing in on him steadily.

He didn't waste any time in his saving, lunging at the nearest of the faux villains with a strike through the torso with Yeoui. It died instantly.

The robots stopped their advance on the smaller kid and focused their attention on the new and more dangerous threat. One of them struck at Mori.

The Monkey King jumped up and flipped forwards with a downward kick. "Renewal Axe," he said, before pushing off of the faux villains' crushed head and into the torso of another with his knee. "Renewal Baekdu," he comboed.

Mori jumped back a few steps. Only a couple more to deal with.

Another of two rushed him, raising a metal arm and swinging at him with full force. He raised Yeoui and took the brunt of the attack, his staff perfectly intact while the robot's arm was beyond repair. A quick head crush with Yeoui dealt with it.

Turning to the last one, Mori elbowed it. "Renewal Arang," he said, as the machinery within fell apart from the shockwave created from the attack.

He looked over at the short boy, noticing that he had the same purple adhesive balls on his head like the ones stuck to the robots. Even though his head was bleeding, it was too a minimum. He looked fine. "Thanks for the save," the short boy said.

Though Mori didn't hear what he said, already off in search of more points.

After the Monkey King left, he continued to gather points, though they were becoming much more scarce. Even so, this led to more difficult situations for a few people, as they were getting more exhausted. This led to many in need of rescue.

Because of that, the Monkey King was forced to stop a few times, even parting with points because he knew that it was the right thing to do. What kind of hero was he aiming to be, if he chose to defeat the bad over saving the good?

He quickly dealt with the remaining few robots of the last batch he'd come across. "And that makes sixty-two," he said, smiling as he knew that he still had around two and a half minutes left. He could still hunt for more points if he wished to.

RUMBLE! BOOM! TREMBLE!

Mori felt the ground beneath him shake. Something that made him curious about what could possibly cause such a force on the earth. Surely not someone's quirk.

Just then, a few student candidates came running by in his direction. They seemed to have quirks related to speed and were probably just where the tremors were most powerful. The Monkey King was about to call out to them when they ran right by. Fear evident by their facial expressions. One turned back to warn him, "Run dude, that zero pointer's going to be here soon!" he shouted, picking up his pace again.

Mori frowned. The zero pointer? Was that what was causing all the mayhem? If so, he wanted to see what it was. He had enough points to pass already, which meant that he could go see what was up. He looked for a vantage point that could reach without Geundoowun's help. He'd rather not play all his cards in just the entrance exam.

He soon spotted an alleyway in which he could jump up the walls to reach the top and did so, reaching the top in no more than twenty hops. He now had the sight that he wanted on top of one of the taller buildings, which was at least twenty stories high, searching for the zero pointer the other kids cautioned him about.

It didn't take him long to spot. It was gargantuan. Standing at least thirty feet taller than even the building he was resting atop. It was painted in standard military green and rolled on tracks, not unlike a tank. It also had two massive arms that were destroying any building in its path with a large rectangular head. Mori's eyes practically beamed at what he saw. Childish glee taking over his instincts at seeing something so badass.

"Now that's what I call robot badassery," the Monkey King said, taking after Rumi's tendency to cuss. "I wonder why they didn't make every robot that big?" he asked, unaware of the fact that others just didn't have the firepower that he possessed.

The zero pointer was still a fair length away from where Mori was, at least a thousand meters, but he saw that it was making its way towards him, probably heading for the entrance that rested just beyond him. With one final parting look at the machine, he decided that there was no point in fighting the thing and started to make his way down the side of the building. He didn't get the chance to actually though. A glimpse of two tiny figures running down the streets a mere few blocks away from the zero pointer stopped him.

"What are they doing?" Mori asked himself, squinting to get a better look.

It was then that he noticed a third figure hidden on the back of one of the others. It seemed that the person was injured. A tuft of orange was visible.

Immediately, Mori knew that it was Itsuka. The kind orange-haired girl that he'd befriended right before the start of the practical.

The Monkey King watched as the figure carrying Itsuka stumbled and the zero pointer gained even more ground on them. He had no doubt that his friend was telling the two helping her to just leave her behind and get out of there, which was why he planned on helping them out. But how could he do that? Especially from so far?

He didn't have Yongpyo, so acceleration mode was out of the picture. Which meant he couldn't reach them in time to just grab them and flee. That left him with Yeoui or Kinto-Un, and since he didn't want to use Kinto-Un in the practical, that meant Yeoui. Though if there was any real danger, he wouldn't hesitate to use his nimbus cloud.

Mori thought of simply expanding Yeoui through the zero pointer and thickening it, but realized that the debris caused by the attack could kill one of the people he was trying to save which would defeat the whole purpose. He needed something subtle and something that wouldn't cause too much destruction. Something like… that technique.

An idea popped into Mori's head. One that proved to be ideal in this situation. He only had one shot at saving the three, and he was going to make it count. He'd been practicing this new move for the past month, and although he'd never tried it past a few hundred meters, he had no doubt in his mind that it'd work.

He examined the titanic robot's entirety, searching for its weak point. He found it soon after and raised a leg to his side, winding it up for a kick. He then spun Yeoui a few times in his hand before dropping it to the ground. "Mori Jin Original:," he murmured to himself, as his foot caught one end of his staff as he pushed his leg forwards. "Railgun," he finished, pumping his limb with as much force as he could muster.

Mori's aim was true and Yeoui tore through the thousand meters of space between himself and the zero pointer with ease. Not dipping in speed or dropping in height from the point that the Monkey King was aiming for.

A moment later, Yeoui pierced through the zero pointers head. Dead center of the target that was the titanic robot's bottom left glowing red orb.

The titanic robot continued on its path of destruction, which made Mori's fingers twitch, urging him to call upon Kinto-Un. The clouds above started to come together and grew darker as seconds passed. Had he missed?

His question was answered when the zero pointer started to slow until it was nothing more than a dead hunk of metal. He paused in the calling of his nimbus cloud. The clumps of ice crystals dispersed and were again fluffy and white.

Below, Mori could see that the three figures had stopped to see why the zero pointer had ended its chase but were probably just as relieved that it had.

The Monkey King was just glad that he'd managed to save his first friend. He laid down on the roof of the building to rest. Using his newest technique required the use of the concept of Recoilless. Something which he still didn't comprehend fully and could only make work a few times.

"Time's up!" the announcer shouted from his perch on the building at the heart of all the Battle Centers.

Mori groaned. Or maybe he'd have to rest a little later.

In the building overlooking all the Battle Centers sat the U.A. teachers, all there to watch the future prospective students in their practical exam.

Many of them were extremely impressed with a couple of the students. Those of which included an angry blonde boy with an explosive quirk and a self-sacrificing green-haired boy with a quirk that inflicted harm on himself.

"Well this year's batch seems quite promising," Principal Nezu said happily, before looking at All Might. "And to think that they also have the great fortune of having the world's greatest hero to teach them."

The number one hero smiled, though his attention was mostly focused on the green-haired boy that had wrecked his body in order to save a fellow examinee. Nothing was nobler than self-sacrifice after all.

"Principal," Cementoss called, drawing the attention of the principal and every other teacher. He pulled up a program that monitored every robot's vitals and how they were incapacitated. "The zero pointer that we thought malfunctioned in Battle Center M. It seems that its core was actually destroyed," he noted, pointing at the area coloured red in the bottom left section of the robot's head. It was shocking,

Principal Nezu quirked a brow at the revelation. "Pull up the footage of every camera within half a kilometre of the zero pointer. Thirty seconds before it stopped moving," he said, watching as Cementos did so.

The teachers looked at each camera in search of what the principal, without a doubt, was looking at. They didn't find anything though.

"Sir, I don't get it?" Snipe said. "What are we supposed to be looking at?"

Principal Nezu frowned. He was never wrong before. So why weren't they seeing anything? His intuition was telling him to search beyond, while his brain was telling him that destroying the core from a distance further than that was impossible. "Expand the search to a kilometre," he said, playing devil's advocate.

Cementoss did so, tripling the number of screens being displayed. The teachers searched them again, looking for anything really.

"There," Power Loader said, pointing at a screen that showed a rooftop a kilometre away from where the zero pointer was rampaging at the time.

Cementoss zoomed in on that particular screen, trusting his fellow staff.

In the footage that the camera caught was a boy with wild, untamed chocolate hair. He held a stone staff in his hand and watched the zero pointer from afar.

Ectoplasm frowned. "Powerloader, I think you're mistaken," he said to his friend. "Surely, there's no way this kid could have taken out the-"

"Just watch," Powerloader said, his own surprise still in effect. He saw the clip while it was repeating itself on the smaller screen, but couldn't quite believe it. He even rewatched it twice before mentioning it to the rest of them.

The teachers reluctantly agreed, some still holding doubt. They watched in silence as Mori's attention was soon drawn to the kids running from the zero pointer. He looked between them and the zero pointer, having come to some sort of decision.

His eyes shifted all over the titanic robot's body before settling on the lower left side of the zero pointers head. He drew back a leg and then dropped his staff. One end of it catching on his foot and pushing it forwards, towards the titanic robot.

Like a bullet, the staff pierced through the air, not slowing a bit until it hit its mark. Straight through the red orb in the bottom left corner of the zero pointer's head. Right where the core had been. Soon after, the titanic robot started to slow until it came to stop, ending its chase of the three hero prospects below.

The room was silent, as the teachers rewatched the same scene played over and over again. No one tried to stop the clip. They were all stunned silent. Even someone as great as All Might was quiet. It was absurd. What kind of person had that kind of power, speed, and accuracy? Especially at such a young age.

"Who is that kid?" All Might asked. He was proud of his successor for what he'd accomplished, and he was sure, the kid would become the next Symbol of Peace. But right now, his full attention was on the other that'd managed to strike down a titanic robot from a kilometre away with pinpoint accuracy. He'd quickly discerned its weak spot and acted accordingly. Destroying its core with just his leg strength and a stone staff.

Cementoss was shaken out of his stupor at All Might's words and searched the database. He found the result and displayed it for the rest of the teachers.

"Mori Usagiyama," Midnight read, intrigued by the kid's bio. "Says he's Rabbit Hero: Mirko's kid. I guess that explains the leg strength at least."

"Yeah, but not much else. It only gives physical information and a few speculations on his Quirk," Snipe replied. Still reeling at how accurate the kid's aim had been. It was practically on his level and he had a Quirk dedicated to it.

Principal Nezu saw one of his teachers reading over the kid's bio quietly. It was in that man's nature to be suspicious of everything. "Anything you'd like to add, Aizawa?"

Aizawa looked away from the screen. "Nothing much," he replied. "I'm just mildly suspicious of the fact that there's not a shred of background on the kid past a couple of months ago. Not even a birth certificate," he pointed out.

"What are you trying to say, Aizawa?" Midnight asked.

The tired looking teacher shook his head. "As I said, nothing much," he repeated, closing his eyes. "I'm just pointing out the facts here."

Principal Nezu had also come to the same conclusion as Aizawa, but unlike him, he wasn't suspicious. In fact, he believed the kid would make a fine hero.

It had been a week since the entrance exams, and Mori couldn't stand still. He was sure he'd passed the practical portion of the exam with flying colours. Especially after Rumi had told him about the rescue points afterwards. It was the written portion of the exam that was terrifying him. He should have studied a lot more.

"Would you stop pacing?" Rumi asked from the couch. She was trying to watch a movie, but couldn't do so because of her son's anxiety. "I never said you had to go to U.A.. There's plenty of other hero school's out there, you know."

Mori sighed. "Yeah, I know," he replied, taking a seat beside his mother. "But that means I would have to rent room and board, which would only cause you stress. Besides I want to spend more time with my mother."

Rumi blinked at his bluntness. Had he always been like that? Or maybe she was having an effect on him. Was this the imprinting she was reading about?

Shaking those thoughts, she focused on what he had said. Truly it touched her heart to have such a considerate son, but sometimes he was too considerate. She was a goddamn pro hero for god's sake, and one of the best at that. She could definitely pay rent for him without having to work any more than she was right now.

Rumi pulled Mori into a hug. She enjoyed them. "You shouldn't be worrying yourself over adult stuff like that," she said, stroking his hair gently. "I make more than enough money to pay rent for room and board. Besides, even if you were away from me, you'd still be able to write and visit during the holidays, right?"

Mori relaxed into his mother's embrace. Relishing the attention. It still felt as great as the first time in the park all those days ago. "I guess," he said quietly.

They stayed like that for a few moments before Rumi pulled back. "Now, what do you want for dinner?" she asked. "It can be anything."

Mori thought about it before a smile tugged at his lips. "Katsudon?" he asked.

Rumi laughed. "Sure," she said, heading over to the kitchen.

He followed her over, planning on helping her out. It had become a sort of routine for both of them. It made cooking that much more enjoyable.

While they were in the middle of breading the pork, a knock on the door disturbed them.

Mori sighed. "I'll go get it," he said thoughtlessly.

Walking over to the door, he opened it for an unknown man. "Can I help you?" the Monkey King asked politely.

The man withdrew an envelope from his satchel. "I've got some mail for a Mr. Mori Usagiyama," he said, reading off the letter.

"That would be me," he said, taking the offered envelope. "Thank you, sir."

The man nodded and walked off, while Mori closed to door and took a closer look at the letter in hand. He froze when he read who it was from.

"Who was at the door, Mori?" Rumi called from the kitchen.

"The mail carrier," he called back.

Coming to some conclusion, Rumi's head came into view as she peeked around the corner. "U.A.?" she asked curiously.

He nodded and showed her the envelope stamped with the official U.A. insignia. These were his results in his hand, and frankly, it scared him.

Rumi quirked a brow. "Well? You going to open it?" she asked curiously. "The results aren't going to change no matter what. Might as well get it over with."

Blunt as always, Mori though, smiling slightly. She wasn't wrong though.

They took a seat at the island and Mori opened the letter tentatively. A small device fell out of the envelope and a projection appeared before them.

"Greetings Mr. Mori Usagiyama," a rodent-like creature said. "I am Principal Nezu of U.A. Academy. I am here to inform you of your results in the entrance exam."

Mori nodded unconsciously, unaware of anything other than the intelligent animal before him about to give him the pass or failed.

Principal Nezu then noticed that Rumi was also present and bowed. "And I'm glad to see you in good health as well, Ms. Usagiyama," he said

Mori snorted and Rumi hit him lightly. "It's nice to see you too, Principal," Rumi replied, before glancing to the side at her impatient son. "But I think you have some news for him, and it doesn't seem like he's going to calm down until."

Principal Nezu smiled, before returning his gaze to Mori. "As you may expect, you did exceptionally well on the practical portion of the exam scoring sixty-two villain points. That alone would be enough for you to pass. But aside from those points, we also had a secret panel of judges to give each candidate a set of rescue points. Thirty-three of which you earned for your heroic and selfless actions."

"Eight points were rewarded for saving the first examinee when he found himself in a pinch, five points were rewarded for the other few you helped that weren't nearly in the same danger as the first, while the final twenty points were for saving the three others from the Executor Villain Bot," the principal informed him. "Those included with your villain points bring you to a grand total of ninety-five, putting you at the top of the practical."

Mori smiled and Rumi pulled him into a quick one-armed hug. Though he was still waiting for what really mattered right now. He was ready for it.

"Now your written exam was something else entirely," Principal Nezu started, making Mori frown. "It was nowhere near good enough to get you top marks. Rather it hardly let you pass at all, which I hope you plan to rectify in the future. Students at my academy are required to be both physically strong and mentally adept. Otherwise-"

While the principal continued to ramble on, Mori's brain had stopped at 'hardly let you pass'. Despite the hardly… "I passed," he whispered.

Principal Nezu stopped in his rambling, having heard what the Monkey King said. "Why yes," he said obviously. "I did say that, didn't I?"

Mori was too stunned to form coherent words for the principal, so he just continued with his new student's acceptance letter. "Other than the fact that you were accepted, I'm also to inform you of your costume design submission," he explained. "Which you will have to submit to your homeroom teacher through email before the first day of class. Their information should be included on a slip of paper still in the envelope."

Mori peered inside the envelope and found the slip of paper mentioned, unraveling it to find the name Shota Aizawa and homeroom teacher of Class 1-A typed onto it. A work phone number and email address just underneath.

Principal Nezu smiled fondly at the boy, as he did with all his students. "Mori Usagiyama," he said, drawing the boy's rather scattered attention. "You're a remarkably talented hero-in-training, and we hope to see you thrive at U.A. High School."

With that, the hologram fizzled out, removing the image of the smiling principal from the room. Slowly a goofy smile crept onto Mori's face and he beamed at his mother.

Rumi returned the smile. "Yeah, yeah. We'll celebrate your acceptance into U.A.," she said, happy for her son. "But before that," she grabbed two bowls from the kitchen and slid one across the island to Mori. "you need to eat dinner."

The Monkey King smiled and dug into his meal. Everything seemed to be going his way right now, and nothing anyone said could put a damper on his mood. There was only one thing left to do before Mori could finally attend hero school.

And that was that he needed to design his hero costume.

Now Mori never thought that he'd ever had difficulty with fashion. The reason for that being, he never really cared for that stuff. But now, he was having difficulty.

With all these hero ideals being forced upon him in this new world, a lot of Mori's own had changed, including his stance on fashion. Well, for his hero costume at least.

He groaned as he looked over the design he'd been working on for the past few hours.

The costume Mori'd designed so far was very similar to how his Yongpyo appeared as. It had a black jacket with gold trimmings that came together near his neck, leaving his abdomen exposed. A yellow and black patterned fur tied around his waist held together with a red sash, while he also had a matching set of fur bracers. Other than, there were tight blue jeans and chocolate steel-toed boots to complete the ensemble.

That's not to say he didn't change any of the features. In fact, at Rumi's suggestion, they'd swapped out the sash for a utility belt for carrying basic medical supplies, added a black form-fitting armoured shirt underneath the jacket for more protection, and reinforced the boots so they could deal a bit more of an impact.

"Are we done yet?" Mori asked tiredly. He looked up at the clock in his room and saw that it read ten thirty at night. He just wanted to sleep now. No doubt, Rumi was going to wake him up at six for their morning training, which meant that he was already only going to get nine and a half hours of sleep instead of the ten hours he desired.

Rumi gave Mori a disapproving look which made him shut his mouth. She had that effect on him now. Something that she was proud she could do when needed. "Mori, this hero costume will be with you for the rest of your life. It should mean everything to you," she said with an exasperated sigh. "It's what gives each of us heroes an individuality."

They're also what help civilians identify us," she continued to explain. "They let them know who we are and whether they should feel safe with us."

Mori winced. "That's kind of harsh, don't you think?" he asked sadly.

Rumi shrugged. "It's the cold truth," she admitted.

The Monkey King then frowned, realizing something. "Doesn't that also mean that villains can also identify you and your Quirk?" he asked skeptically.

Rumi nodded her head. "If I'm going to be honest, yes. That is a very real possibility," she agreed, before adding onto that point. "But it also serves another purpose. To instill fear in the villains we come up against."

"Take Mount Lady for example. Not many people would be able to recognize her without her costume because her Quirk doesn't have any features like these," she said, pointing at her bunny ears. "But if she were, let's say, in her hero costume. Most villains wouldn't have the balls to pull off a crime in front of her. You understand?"

Mori yawned. "Yeah, I get it," he said. "Hero costume. Necessary."

Rumi smiled lightly. "We're almost done here," she reassured, ruffling his hair. "Just a few more details and you can go to bed. I know how much you love your sleep."

Mori nodded as he looked at the design a few more times, making a few smaller changes in colour and such with the click of a mouse.

"Maybe you should add something recognizable to your head? Like a headband?" Rumi suggested, pointing at how nothing sat on his head. "People are mostly drawn to equipment that decorates either the head or the torso."

Mori agreed with that his mother was saying and thought of what he could do there. An idea came to mind and he started to add it to the design. When he finished, he sat back and admired his handiwork. It looked very appealing.

Rumi nodded her approval. "Very eye-catching," she admitted, admiring the ornamental piece Mori added. "What made you think of it?"

What the Monkey King had added was something that had suppressed his powers for so long before the War with the Heavens. The Loop of Binding.

It was a silver relic that had floated around his head whenever he was in his god state. Tightening whenever he started to use more and more power. It was a sick device that deserved all the hate Mori could muster towards it.

Yet, it had become a part of who he was. Without it, he doubted he'd have retained his humanity. Probably reverting to his old self because he'd never have the time to realize the wrongs he'd committed in the past. He shivered at the thought.

With both of them satisfied with the end result, Rumi sent the design to Mori's homeroom teacher and bid her son goodnight, letting him rest. He read the clock and sighed.

Only seven hours.

And that's that for the entrance exam. It might've been a little short, but I really don't know how to make it any longer. On the other hand, his costume will be similar to how his Yongpyo looks, but with a few modifications to make it look more modern and heroic.

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