Author Note:

I'm sorry it took me so long to write this chapter. I always felt like something was wrong with the way that I was transitioning between tests. Anyways here's the chapter and I hope you like it. I'd like to add that this Mori will be express his intelligence more openly than back in his original world. He will still be as goofy as he used to be, but it will be a tad bit more relaxed than before.

Thanks,

HailToTheSnail

Chapter 4 - The God of Hero Academia

Mori was late getting up. It wasn't for the fact that he didn't set an alarm or anything. He just simply overslept it, having stayed up late last night finishing off Dragon Ball.

"Stupidly amazing long fights," Mori sighed, as he slipped into his school uniform as quickly as he could. He wasn't going to be late by any means, he'd woken up ten minutes after his alarm had supposedly gone off. It was just…

"No breakfast for me," he groaned, as he grabbed his bag that was slung over the chair to his desk. He exited his room.

To his surprise, he smelt something cooking from downstairs in the kitchen and he assumed Rumi was awake. Which was odd, since today was her day off. Normally, she'd just sleep in until at least the afternoon on those days.

Nonetheless, he made his way downstairs and saw Rumi making a breakfast of two omelettes with cheese, chives, and sausages. He reached the bottom and made his way over to the kitchen, which didn't go unnoticed by his mother.

"Good morning, Mori," Rumi said with a smile. "You're up a little late."

Mori returned the smile. "And you're up a little early," he quipped, glancing up at the clock in the kitchen.

"Well, I couldn't exactly miss your first day of school," she said, plating the two omelettes and taking a seat beside her son at the island. "Are you nervous?"

He thought about it briefly and shook his head. "Not really," he replied honestly, digging into the omelette.

"How about excited?" she asked again.

Mori thought about it again. He was for sure excited to see what it took to be a hero. Plus it'd help him get a hero license, which he knew Rumi wanted him to get. He nodded. "Yeah, it seems really interesting," he admitted.

Satisfied with his reply, Rumi's smile grew and she dug into her own breakfast. "Don't forget to make friends as well, okay?" she added heavily. "They're something that makes school a lot more fun. At least for me, it did."

Mori quirked a brow. This was the first time he was hearing anything about his mother's friends outside of work. He was a little curious to find out a bit more about these people. "Are your friends pro heroes?" he asked.

She nodded. "You may know a few of them actually," she replied honestly, before asking, "Have you heard of Ryuko Tatsuma and Uwabami?"

"You mean the Dragoon Hero and Snake Hero?" Mori asked excitedly. The two women that Rumi just mentioned were two of the more famous female heroes; Ryuko for being a top female hero in Japan alongside his mother, and Uwabami for having both a career as a hero and a career as a celebrity model.

Although it seemed odd that Mori knew this much about heroes. He'd already been interested in the idea of them when he first arrived. And it only seemed to grow the longer he stayed. It was a pleasantly contagious trend.

Rumi startled at his enthusiasm but continued. "Yeah, those two were my girlfriends back in high school," she reminisced. "We used to rule school back then."

She then remembered more. "I did have another girlfriend that went on to become pro heroes," she admitted. "She's a little eccentric… but I think she went on to be a teacher at U.A High School. Maybe she'll be one of yours."

"Really? Who?" Mori asked curiously.

"Nemuri Kayama," she added. "Though I think you might better know her as Midnight."

"You mean the R-Rated Hero?" Mori winced, remembering an interview on TV with said woman. Yeah, it wasn't rated PG that was for sure.

Rumi nodded slowly. "Yeah, her," she agreed slowly. "Not sure why she let others decide that to be her epithet. It is very sexual."

Mori agreed with that but moved on to what he wanted to ask next. "Do you think I could meet them? Tatsuma and Uwabami that is?" he clarified excitedly. "I'm sure I'm already going to meet Kayama if she's a teacher at U.A.."

Rumi smiled mischievously. "So you want to meet them, huh?" she said teasingly. "You don't happen to have a crush on either of them?"

Mori made a face at that. "I'm fifteen," he replied. "You're all way too old for me."

He received a light hit over the head for that. "Don't ever call a woman old," Rumi said with a smirk. "None of my friends will appreciate it."

Mori rubbed the spot she hit. "Duly noted," he grumbled, before perking up. "But you didn't say no, did you?"

Rumi sighed. "Sure, I'll try to introduce you to them," she relented.

Mori immediately pulled his mother into a quick hug, which she rolled her eyes but returned all the same. "Thank you," he said.

He pulled away and stood up, having finished his breakfast. "Well, I'm off," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way to the front door. "Try to get some more sleep, mom…"

Rumi smiled and shook her head. As much as she cared for Mori, he did the same in return. It made her proud that she had a son like him.

"...I know how crazed you get when you don't get enough of it," he finished, laughing as he dodged out of the way of a wooden kitchen spoon thrown his way.

"Get out of here brat," Rumi said viciously, though a smile was plastered across her face.

He continued to chuckle as he opened the front door to the apartment. His features softened. "But seriously, try to get some more sleep, mom," he said.

Rumi rolled her eyes. "I will," she promised, taking both empty plates and placing them in the sink to wash after they soaked a bit. "Now get going. You don't want to be late on your first day of school, do you?"

Mori nodded and was about to walk out the door when his mother called out to him one last time. "And Mori," she called, grabbing his attention. "Try to have fun, okay?"

He smiled. "I will," he replied.

"Class 1-A, Class 1-A," Mori repeated to himself, walking down the labyrinthine halls of U.A.'s main building. "Where is this stupid room?"

It didn't take him long afterwards. The door he'd been searching for was on the first floor of the building and had the number and letter of the class printed onto it in red, covering the entirety of it. It was rather excessive honestly.

Not really caring, as he was just barely on time, the Monkey King stepped inside. Ready to meet his new classmates and fellow prospective heroes-in-training.

Or he would have done that, if not for someone calling out to him. "Are you a student in this class?" they asked. Hearing the question, Mori searched for the source of the voice. "Down here," the person called once more.

Mori followed it and saw a man's face peeking out from a yellow sleeping bag. It made him look like a larvae of sorts. "Yes, I am," he said.

The figure nodded and stood up in his sleeping bag, before unzipping it and stepping out. He looked like he hadn't slept at all, despite how he introduced himself. He also appeared to not know how to shave properly.

"I'm Shota Aizawa. Your homeroom teacher," he said, remembering the kid from the practical exam.

Mori nodded in respect to his new teacher. "I'm Mori Usagiyama," he replied with a curt bow. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Aizawa."

Aizawa returned the nod and looked the boy over curiously. He didn't look particularly big like a few of the other students, yet he possessed physical strength that surpassed many of them. It was strange. "Yes, yes, I know who you are," he said, yawning loudly. "You're the kid that stopped the zero pointer in Battle Center M."

Mori nodded. "Yes, sir," he admitted honestly. "I am."

To say the least, Aizawa was interested with this new student of his and as he did with all of his new prospective students, the dishevelled teacher wanted to test the kid's resolve. He leaned in close to his student to make him uncomfortable. "So why did you decide to enroll in U.A.'s hero course?" he asked curiously.

Mori saw the look his new teacher was giving him and decided to reply in kind. His eyes hardened an oddity from his normal cheerful self. "I'm here to become a professional hero," he said seriously.

They stared each other down. Neither one backing down.

After a moment, Aizawa broke off the stare with a nod. "Good," he said, stepping away from his student. "I don't have time to babysit those who are only here to play and make friends. I'm here to mould all of you students into the finest heroes that you can possibly be. So don't disappoint me, Mori Usagiyama."

Mori nodded. "I'll try not to, sir," he promised.

With a final nod, Aizawa gestured for Mori to enter the room. All eyes were immediately on him. The students eyeing their final classmate who'd just walked in. Whispers started to pass between the students as the Monkey King found his seat at the back of the class. There was a number twenty one plastered on the back of it.

When he'd taken his seat, Aizawa walked up to the podium at the front classroom and addressed the students that were present. "Morning students. I'm Shota Aizawa. Your new homeroom teacher. Pleasure meeting you all," he drawled.

Before anyone could raise any questions, the haggard teacher continued. "Now normally, we would spend some time introducing ourselves to better acquaint each other. But we're not doing anything like that."

He rummaged inside his sleeping bag and pulled out a PE uniform. "Instead, I want you all to put on these uniforms and head on outside," he demanded.

Everyone seemed confused by the sudden request but obeyed their teacher. Not wanting to anger him on the first day of class. The students all grabbed a PE uniform and found the nearest bathroom, changing into the clothes given. They then followed their teacher outside, unsure of what to expect from the man.

They arrived at what seemed to be a standard track and field just outside the main building on the school campus and waited for Aizawa to give further instructions.

He gazed over his students unenthusiastically. "Today, we'll be conducting a Quirk Assessment Test," he announced, pulling out a tablet.

"A Quirk Assessment Test?" a girl with short brown hair asked. "But we'll miss the orientation."

Aizawa quirked a brow. "At U.A., the teacher's the one who decides what's the best course of action," he explained dangerously. "And if you think an opening ceremony and guidance session is more important. Then you should leave here right now."

That shut the poor girl up. It also made Mori feel a little bad for her.

Aizawa didn't seem to care though. "You all remember the fitness tests you were made to do in junior high, right?" he asked the students, receiving nods of affirmation. "The same fitness tests that our country insists on prohibiting the use of Quirks in? Well, for a hero school though, that way of thinking is illogical."

The haggard teacher sighed. "Let's just get to it," he said, turning to Mori. "Mori, you scored the highest in the practical. How far could you throw a ball back in junior high?"

"Uh, thirty-two meters?" Mori said weakly. He just made up a number, not really remembering having to do this during fitness tests.

And apparently, it was the wrong answer, if the way the other students were giggling was any indication at all. Aizawa nodded. "Right," he said, not caring of the fact. He tossed Mori a softball and directed him into a chalked off circled on the field. "Now try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes as long as you stay in that circle, so throw your hardest," his teacher stressed, gazing at the Monkey King knowingly.

From Aizawa's gaze, Mori knew what was expected of him. When the teacher had mentioned what he'd done back in Battle Center M, it was a given that he'd want to know what the Monkey King was fully capable of.

He threw the ball up and caught it a few times, preparing himself for one of his more powerful techniques. He drew his leg across the ground and threw the ball up one last time. "Renewal," he started, catching the ball on his foot and pushing it forwards. "Recoilless Kick," he finished, putting all of his force behind it.

The ball that Aizawa provided ripped through the air like a bullet and sailed well beyond a thousand meters, not dipping in speed or dropping in height.

After a moment, the ball was out of sight and all students turned to their teacher for the result.

Aizawa looked down at what was recorded on the tablet. "It's important for us to know our limits," he explained as he showed the results to the class. It read over two thousand meters. "Because that's how we create the foundation of your hero training."

In spite of Mori's terrifying throw; it was really a kick, the class bubbled with excitement at the prospect. Many whispers passed between them.

"Two thousand meters? Seriously?

"So we can use our Quirks? The hero course is so cool!"

"Whoa! Awesome!"

"I wanna go! This looks like fun!"

Aizawa shifted, frowning slightly. "Fun, huh? You think this is gonna be fun?" he asked, putting all the students on edge. "You were planning on becoming heroes after having 'fun' at U.A. for three years? If that's the case, let's add a penalty. The one with the lowest score across all eight tests will be expelled."

This drew a lot of mixed reactions from the students. A few such as the timid green-haired boy were straight up terrified, while others such as the angry blonde were excited, even with the running risk of expulsion. Some were neutral on the subject such as a boy with half red and half white hair and a girl with a defined bust.

And no, Mori wasn't being objective. It really was her most defining feature.

Their teacher smiled wickedly. "Your fates are in our hands," he said, drawing his hair back and out of his face. "Welcome to U.A.'s hero course."

"W-Wait a minute," a girl's voice resonated from beside him. He looked over to see nothing but a set of a PE uniform. Was she invisible? "It's only our first day! I mean, even if it weren't, that's totally unfair."

"And any life a hero lives will be the same. Natural disasters, terrorist attacks, rampaging villains… these are all calamities that happen every day. Life is full of the unfairness," Aizawa countered, unfazed by the student's outburst. "If you were planning on coasting through your three years here at U.A., then you've got another thing coming. Because we won't rest until we make you heroes that can uphold society's values."

His smile lightened a bit. "That's what it means to be Plus Ultra," he said, his eyes no longer tired and sullen but full of passion. "Show me your resolve. Overcome these odds and rise to the top, otherwise, sink and be forgotten."

"And if I see, even for a single test, any of you not trying your hardest," he said, as his gaze swept over his students. It seemed to linger on Mori for a little longer. Something which didn't go unnoticed by the Monkey King. "I will expel you as well."

To Aizawa's endless curiosity Mori grinned. The reason for that being how hardcore his new teacher was. The man's method of teaching was very similar to his grandpa's, which was simple. Failure equalled punishment.

"Now then, we're just wasting time talking, let the games begin," Aizawa said, walking off towards their first destination of eight. He expected his students to follow him, but how could they move after the penalty he'd just dropped.

Test One - Fifty Meter Dash

After the class had gotten over their general surprise, Aizawa led them to the location of the first test that would take place. The fifty-meter dash.

Even though this was a competition with stakes as high as the entrance exams, if not higher, Mori took this time to observe the Quirks of his fellow students and learn their names when Aizawa told them their results. It was only polite.

The Monkey King watched as the first two students lined up for the fifty-meter dash. It was a girl with frog-like features and glasses boy from the auditorium.

Runners on your marks, a robot called from the finish line. It also tracked the times the students got and sent the data to Aizawa's tablet. Get set… Go!

The two students up on the track took off; although glasses boy started pulling ahead at the ten-meter mark with his Quirk, which seemed to be based around his legs that had six little engines coming out of the backside of his calves.

"Tenya Iida; 3.04 seconds," Aizawa announced, reading the result captured by the robot off of his tablet.

The frog girl hopped passed the finish line a couple of seconds afterwards.

"Tsuyu Asui; 5.58 seconds," the teacher added.

Both Asui and Iida walked off the race track and Aizawa quickly called two more people to the starting line. It was the invisible girl that spoke up to the teacher before and a guy with rather wild and untamed red hair.

Runners on your marks, the robot called again. Get set… Go!

They both took off as fast as they could, though it seemed that neither of their Quirks were beneficial to this test. They passed the finish line at nearly the same time.

"Toru Hagakure; 7.28 seconds," Aizawa addressed the invisible girl, before turning to the guy with the crazy red hair. "Eijiro Kirishima; 7.03 seconds."

"Mori Usagiyama and Momo Yaoyorozu," Aizawa called up.

Hearing his name, Mori walked up to the starting line along with that busty girl from before. Interestingly, out of her forearms came a couple of plastic objects which he recognized as rollerblades. Did her Quirk create objects?

He tucked that thought away for later and waited for the go-ahead. Runners on your marks, the robot called once more. Get set… Go!

Yaoyorozu took off on her rollerblades and Mori ran behind her, deciding to use the techniques of a rival. "Northern ITF Hyperspeed," Mori said, pushing off with his right leg and leaping forwards. He sped past his competition at speeds rivaling Iida and crossed the finish line, with Yaoyorozu finishing seconds after.

Aizawa looked down at his tablet. "Mori Usagiyama; 3.49 seconds," he announced, before directing his attention to the creation girl. "Momo Yaoyorozu; 5.74 seconds."

Satisfied with his results, Mori walked back to the crowd of students and watched the rest of the students go with varying degrees of success. No one else came close to reaching scores as low as his and Iida's own.

Test Two - Grip Strength

Before long, everyone had finished the first test and they were in a gymnasium for the equipment needed for the second test. It was the grip strength one.

Aizawa took the equipment out of the storage room and handed each of them a machine that measured the strength of their grip. "I'm sure you all know what to do," he said.

Sure enough, everyone began to grip their machine with as much force as possible. Not many of the results changed though from their junior records. That was because most of the class didn't have strength augmentation Quirks.

Mori looked down at his own grip strength. It read four hundred and forty-five.

"Wow, Usagiyama," Sero said in amazement, looking at his results. "Your grip strength is only second to Shoji's over there."

"You two are quite strong," Asui added.

The Monkey King looked over to the boy with tentacles, seeing his score read five hundred and forty. He then returned his gaze to Sero. "Please, just call me Mori," he said, preferring to be addressed with his first name.

Sero shrugged. "If that's what you want, dude," he conceded. "Right, Asui?"

She frowned. "Just call me Tsu," she admitted.

"Okay…"

Test Three - Standing Long Jump

"Yuga Aoyama," Aizawa called up, watching as a boy with a flashy belt walked up to the jumping line. "Jump whenever. Just don't leave us waiting."

Aoyama nodded and turned away from the sandpit used to measure the distance travelled. He winked and pointed at all his peers. "Just watch me, mon amies," he said.

Most, if not all present, were immediately thinking about what a tool he was.

That didn't mean he didn't have any skills. Because as soon as he jumped into the air, he shot a twinkling laser out of his belt and propelled himself backwards, landing at least twenty meters away from where he started. Though curiously, he only held his naval laser for less than one second. What was up with that?

"If I hold my laser for more than a second, my tummy starts to hurt," Aoyama explained his weakness. Though why he did made no sense to Mori.

"Yuga Aoyama; 23.7 meters," Aizawa read his results before beckoning the twinkling student off of the stage. "Tsuyu Asui," Aizawa called, reading the next name on his list.

The frog-like girl that Mori had chatted with during the grip test walked up to the line and didn't waste a moment before jumping. She had great leg strength.

"Tsuyu Asui; 6.2 meters," Aizawa announced her results. "Now Mori Usagiyama."

Mori walked up to the jump line, already knowing that none of his martial arts techniques were useful for this test. It seemed that he'd have to rely solely on his leg strength. Which was fine by him, he had full confidence in them.

He took a deep breath and jumped with as much force as he could muster. Before landing in the sandpit a fair distance from the jump line.

"Mori Usagiyama; 10.6 meters," Aizawa announced, before calling up the next.

Walking out of the sandpit, Mori watched the rest of the students finish the test with rather mediocre scores. Aside from Aoyama's jump, the only two to reach similar scores were Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki. The Monkey King made sure to remember them well and added them down as people worth watching.

Test Four - Side-Stepping

Moving back to where the fifty-meter dash was held, Aizawa separated the class into pairs to help them track their records for the side-stepping. Of course, there was also a robot for each pair for counting so they wouldn't cheat either.

To Mori's surprise, he was paired off with the short purple-haired boy he'd saved in the practical. Minoru Mineta was his name, he believed.

Mineta decided to go first and started to make piles of those same purple adhesive balls on either side of the middle line. Then when Aizawa gave the signal to start, he pushed himself up against one of the piles of purple adhesive balls.

Mori stared curiously, as instead of sticking to them, Mineta simply bounced off of the pile and into the other. At first, it was painfully slow and it looked like he'd only get twenty side-steps at most, but slowly his pace built up and he was soon going at speeds similar to Iida and himself during the fifty-meter dash.

Mori watched the robot and when the minute was done, he recorded and sent the information to Aizawa. Mineta had reached a total of two hundred and twelve.

Mori swapped positions with Mineta and began stretching, getting ready to start his set of side-steps. He stood on one side of the middle line, ready for Aizawa to give them the signal to begin.

When their teacher gave them the signal, Mori started on his side-steps using none of his martial arts techniques again, as none were useful for this test. The minute passed quickly and he looked at his recorded score. It read one hundred and sixty-two. Only second to Mineta's rather absurd two hundred and twelve.

While he waited for Aizawa to lead them off to their next test, Mineta spoke up. "Listen, Mori, he started. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me out in the practical. I never got the chance to thank you after the exam was over."

Mori smiled and dismissed his thanks. "You don't need to thank me, Mineta," he said humbly. "It's what anyone in my position would have done."

Mineta shrugged as he started to walk off, having accomplished what he'd come over to do. "That might be true," he admitted with a smile. "But you were the one who helped me out in the end. Not someone else, so… thanks."

Mori smiled as he watched Mineta go. He seemed like a good guy.

Test Five - Ball Throw

Returning to where they first started when coming outside for this Quirk Assessment Test, Aizawa told them they were now going to do the ball throw. And since Mori had already done it for the demonstration, he was exempt from having to go again. Though he decided to watch when someone achieved infinity.

"Uraraka actually got infinity?" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Aren't you more curious that U.A. has the infinity symbol on their recording devices?" Hagakure asked. "Who do they expect will reach that?"

Ojiro pointed at Uraraka, who looked sheepish that she'd lost the ball.

"Aside from her!" Hagakure exclaimed.

"Izuku Midoriya," Aizawa called the next name on his list. Poor guy had to follow up on a score of infinity. That wasn't going to do well on his morale.

And it showed. Mori could see Midoriya quaking in his shoes as he stared down at the ball in his hand, conflicted over his thoughts. Even though he was shaking a lot, he still pulled back his arm to wind up for his throw.

Mori shook his head in disappointment. Even though he didn't know what Midoriya's Quirk was, he knew that fighting with frayed nerves was never-

He jumped back immediately, confusing a few of his peers. Not for any reason other than he felt unsafe. Like a mouse having come face to face with a snake. The overwhelming power exuding from the boy wasn't human. It was more primal, refined beyond his years. It was more godlike than even he was right now.

Though as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. Gone before the ball left Midoriya's arm. His throw landing no more than fifty meters away.

… had Mori imagined it all?

"I erased your Quirk," Aizawa said, drawing everyone's attention to him. His untamed hair and bandages were floating, unhindered by gravity. His eyes glowing a piercing red as they bore into Midoriya's own green. Was this his Quirk?

"Those goggles," Midoriya said with recognition. "You're Eraser Head, aren't you?"

A few of the students looked confused at the hero name, which surprised Mori because he was a teacher at U.A., the most prestigious school in Japan.

"Eraser Head? I've never heard of him"

"I've heard his name before! He doesn't like the media, I think."

"An angler-typer hero then?"

As the students continued to speculate about their homeroom teacher, Aizawa started to tear into the timid green-haired boy. "How you got into this school is beyond me," he said, glaring at the hero prospect. "I've seen the way you use your Quirk. You can't control it yet? That's why it leaves you injured when you use it."

He continued. "Were you hoping that someone would step in and save you after you left yourself incapacitated?" he asked.

"N-No, it's not like that," Midoriya tried to object.

"Even if those aren't your intentions," Aizawa said sharply, making the hero-in-training flinch back at his tone. "That is what those around you will be forced to do."

Midoriya's head drooped as every word his teacher said nailed home. He wasn't done yet, still having a few more things to say. "Way back when a certain smiling hero saved hundreds of people making himself a legend," the haggard teacher recounted. "You've got the same reckless passion but without the power," his gaze sharpened. "Izuku Midoriya. You cannot become a hero with the power you have right now."

Mori thought Aizawa's words were a little harsh, but he didn't know any of the contexts of the situation so he couldn't say anything. All that he knew was that Midoriya seemed to be crestfallen at the teacher's words.

Aizawa sighed and closed his eyes. His hair and bandages falling back down. "I've returned your Quirk, so just get it over with," he said tiredly.

"His words were harsh," Iida started. "But they weren't wrong."

"What do you mean?" Mori asked.

Iida took notice of the Monkey King standing beside him and answered his question. "Midoriya has a very powerful Quirk that helped him take out the zero pointer in our Battle Center at the entrance exam," he explained. "The problem is that it destroyed his body when he used it, breaking his bones and bruising his muscles."

"So it's got a recoil effect," Mori suggested.

Iida nodded. "If he can't overcome that, he'll never be a hero," he said.

"What are you two talking about?" an angry blonde, Katsuki Bakugo, barged into the conversation. "Of course, Deku won't become a hero. He's a Quirkless loser."

Iida frowned. "What do you mean he's Quirkless, he used a Quirk-"

The rest of their conversation was lost on Mori, as his attention was now drawn back to Midoriya. His whole posture had changed since Aizawa spoke with him. He must have had some sort of plan to overcome his shortcomings.

All students, even Iida and Bakugo, stopped to watch Midoriya throw the ball. After what Aizawa said to him, they were all curious to see what the timid green-haired boy would show them. If he would surpass the expectations placed on him by their teacher. At least, that's what Iida and Mori were wondering. The rest of the class… not so much.

Midoriya took a deep breath, pulled back his arm, and took a step forward, shifting his weight to his front foot and throwing the ball with all of his strength. It didn't look like anything impressive until the ball was at his index finger, and Mori felt that overwhelming presence make itself known once more.

WHOOSH!

Mori felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the ball sail way past anything most of his classmates scored. This timid green-haired boy who showed absolutely no potential through the first four tests was able to pull off something like that?

Midoriya smiled widely. "Mr. Aizawa," he said, through gritted teeth. "I can still move."

Although it was an impressive display, even by Mori's standards, he couldn't help but notice the boy's severely broken finger though. It really was a Quirk with severe recoil.

Although it wasn't perfect, and there were still a few things that could have been improved on. It was an impressive display of strength and ingenuity. Mori was sure to add him to those that he considered worth watching.

Test Six - Upper-Body Training

After an incident involving Midoriya almost getting exploded by Bakugo for apparently hiding his Quirk from the angry blonde for eleven years, Aizawa led the class back into the gymnasium again. Said blonde restrained in his bandages.

They were doing the upper-body training test now, which required each student to see the total amount of sit-ups they could do in a minute. And to make things more efficient, Aizawa split the class up into pairs once again.

Mori ended up with a guy named Eijiro Kirishima, and from what he'd seen of the boy, he seemed like a pretty alright guy. If not, a little gung-ho about manliness.

"Come on, Mori. Just a few more," Kirishima encouraged. "You're at ninety-two sit-ups, just eight more and you'll have reached a hundred."

Hearing his partner's encouraging words, Mori pushed through the last few reps and stopped when Kirishima called for him too. "One hundred and three sit-ups in a minute!" the redhead exclaimed. "That's crazy, Mori."

The Monkey King let out a deep breath and stood up. He was a little disappointed in how weak he'd gotten. Before losing his godlike powers, and even before he had them, he'd have been able to do one hundred and fifty sit-ups easily.

He looked down at his smaller hands and knew that the reason for his weakness was that his current body was unable to withstand his older body's physical prowess. He'd just have to wait for his body to mature again.

Mori sighed and rid himself the thoughts. He turned to Kirishima with his most confident smile. "Want to see if you could do any better?" he asked tauntingly.

The redhead's fist bumped him before going to the ground. "You're on," he said.

Test Seven - Seated Toe Touch

It was the seventh test now which was the seated toe touch. This test was used to measure one's flexibility and was probably one of the easier tests by most people standards. But for some others—

"Come on, Sato," Mori encouraged. "You've got maybe another inch to go."

"I'm trying Mori," Sato groaned back, reaching for his feet. The pain was excruciating, maybe even worse than when he crashed from his sugar highs. "But I just don't have your kind of flexibility. How do you even manage to reach five inches past your feet?"

—it was the most difficult thing in the world.

Mori sighed. "Fine," he said, marking down his partner's score for the test. Negative one inches. "But for the record, you're the only one in the class that can't."

Sato frowned and looked around the room to confirm what Mori was saying. Everyone seemed capable of doing the task. "Am I really the only one that can't?" he asked.

He felt a nudge at his side and turned to see Hagakure. "Don't be sad, Sato," she whispered to him. Her partner wasn't anywhere nearby. "If it makes you feel any better, I can't actually reach my toes either."

How was that supposed to make him feel any better? And… wait a minute. "Why do you sound so happy then?" Sato asked suspiciously.

She giggled. "Because all I needed to do was bend my legs the tiniest bit to reach them," she admitted easily. "And since nobody can see my body, it was easy to pass. But hey, at least you're not the only one that can't do it."

Somehow that didn't make Sato feel any better.

Test Eight - Endurance Run

The class was now on the final test and everyone was desperate to make sure they weren't the last place. It was an endurance run and lasted until only one student remained, meaning that they'd already been at it for an hour and sixteen minutes.

"How are you still running," Bakugo said tiredly, his usual anger replaced with fatigue.

Mori frowned, also feeling exhaustion start to take its toll on his body. "You're asking me?" he exclaimed, pointing at the one ahead of them. They didn't seem at all bothered by how long they've been running. "What about her?"

Mori was pointing to none other than Yaoyorozu. "And how is what she doing any fair, Aizawa!" he shouted across the track to where all the other students lay on the ground, exhausted from having run for as long as they possibly could.

"As I said, Quirks are allowed," their teacher repeated, recording scores.

Yaoyorozu turned back and smiled at both Mori and Bakugo. Her only remaining competition. "Why don't you two just give up?" she suggested teasingly.

"Never!" they both shouted, reinvigorated by her taunts.

It didn't do either of them much good because a few minutes later, they both collapsed from fatigue and gave up, leaving Yaoyorozu with the gold.

The results were in and every student, aside from Bakugo, Mori, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu were nervous for the results. Some were even terrified of them; their Quirks better suited for practicality than brute strength.

"Listen up class," Aizawa said, looking up from his tablet. "I don't have time to explain the methods that I used to determine the results. So instead, I'll just show you."

With a tap of his tablet, a holographic board projected above, listing the results of each student and their rankings.

Mori searched for his own name and found it near the top. Just below Yaoyorozu and above Todoroki, putting him in second place. He was far from expulsion. Even if he didn't have any doubts, it was reassuring to see physical evidence of passing.

He then looked at the bottom of the board to see who was the unfortunate soul to be expelled. He read the name; Izuku Midoriya. The one who'd startled him during the ball throw. He looked over at the boy to see him looking down with clenched fists. No doubt disappointed with his last place finish.

A few seconds afterwards, Aizawa dispersed the scores and pocketed his tablet. "By the way, I was lying about the expulsion," he said calmly. "It was just a rational deception to draw out your utmost potential."

There was a brief pause. "What!" the students chorused. It was loud enough for Mori to cover his ears when Hagakure screamed that at their teacher right beside him.

Some students didn't seem surprised though, such as Yaoyorozu, who looked at the rest of her classmates in confusion. "You guys weren't aware of this?" she asked, finding it surprising no one else came to the same conclusion as her. "I thought it was obvious that it was just an excuse to make sure we tried our hardest on these tests."

Mori quirked a brow at what she said. He didn't believe it for a second. From those dark eyes that Aizawa had when he announced the expulsion, he was sure the teacher had been dead serious about it.

Even with the justification of his expulsion threat being a lie, Mori knew that if, during any of those events, any of them failed to meet the haggard teacher's expectations. They would surely have been sent home without further question.

As the students fell into a state of relief, Aizawa addressed them. "With that out of the way, I've now got a better grasp of all your Quirks, which will help me improve the curriculum to challenge you at your best," the teacher explained briefly. "The orientation should have finished by now, so we'll return to the classroom and I'll hand you all a syllabus for the year. I know none of you read the damn things, but it's the principle that counts."

He continued. "After that, the school will be out for the rest of the day," he explained, walking back to the classroom. "Now everyone go get changed back into your school uniforms. Dismissed."

Once their teacher was out of earshot, Kirishima sighed. "Man, that guy's hardcore," he said. "Threatening us with expulsion on the first day and then pretending he never did. He's something else."

The rest of the class nodded in complete agreement. Their teacher was a sociopath.

"Now that you mention it," Ashido added with a thoughtful look. "I think I read somewhere that there was a teacher that expelled his whole class last year. You think it was our teacher, Aizawa?" she asked curiously.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was their teacher.

"No, Nemuri. I'm not doing it," Rumi said into the phone with a small smile. "I'm not going on that daytime talk show to talk about why heroes like you need to dress sexily. How does it help my career in any way?"

A few words were returned through the phone. The Rabbit Hero gasped. "No, I do not!" she exclaimed. "How is my costume sexy at all?"

Some more words were exchanged and Rumi frowned. "The last time I helped you with something like this, you embarrassed me in front of All Might," she whined.

A bit of murmuring was heard through the phone. "Yes it was then," the Rabbit Hero confirmed. "You ruined my chance to introduce myself to him"

A pregnant pause before something that sounded like an apology came through. Rumi chuckled. "I don't care about that anymore," she admitted. "I'm not gonna throw away our friendship because of something stupid like that."

While Midnight, who was on the other end of the line, rambled on, Rumi heard the sound of her apartment door opening. She smiled at who walked in. "Sorry, Nemuri. I've got to go," she said, waving at her son who'd just walked through the door. "Mori just got home from school."

A couple more words passed and Rumi rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'll tell him to visit you," she said. "I'm gonna hang up now, alright? Bye."

What sounded like a goodbye over the phone was heard before Rumi hung up. A small smile adorned her face as she was glad that she was connecting with her friends again. She'd been so busy with her hero firm and work that she'd forgotten to keep in touch with them over the years. It felt great to hear their voices again.

"Was that one of your hero friends?" Mori asked curiously.

Rumi nodded. "That was Nemuri," she said. "We were just talking about girl stuff. She says that she wants to meet you though."

"That sounds great," Mori said, as he threw his bag to the side and plopped himself down on the couch. "I'll try to find her after school tomorrow."

Rumi agreed before revealing the rest of the news to her son. "I also called both Ryuko and Uwabami and told them about you," she explained, taking a seat on the couch beside her son. "I told them that you'd like to meet them and they were absolutely thrilled with the idea. In fact, Uwabami invited us to a party later this week."

"Really?" Mori asked excitedly.

Rumi nodded her head to confirm it. "Yep," she admitted honestly. "She seems really excited to meet you. Said that you'd be great for something she had in mind."

"Okay," Mori said slowly. "That's not weird at all."

Rumi shrugged. "You learn to just accept whatever Uwabami says," she said offhandedly.

She decided to move the conversation along. "So, how your first day of school?" Rumi asked curiously. "Make any friends today?"

Mori shook his head. "Not really, we didn't have much time to socialize," he replied. "I barely made it to class on time because the place is so damn big."

"What about the orientation?" she asked. "Any less boring than when I went to U.A.?"

Mori shrugged. "I wouldn't know," he admitted. "I didn't get to go to it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Did you skip it?"

He shook his head. "No, our teacher decided that it wasn't worth our time and brought us outside to the track and field to do a Quirk Assessment Test," he explained.

Rumi quirked a brow at that. "Didn't think there was any teacher at U.A. that would do that," she said slowly. Her eyes widened. "Unless…"

She returned her gaze to her son. "Is your teacher Eraserhead?" she asked.

Mori nodded. "Yeah, at least that's what one of my classmates called him," he admitted.

"Were you expelled?" she asked suspiciously, knowing about Aizawa's expulsion scandal from last year. It didn't do well for U.A.'s reputation, and thinking about it, didn't do well for her temper either. If she found out that he expelled her son, she would give him a beating to remember.

Mori shook his head. "No," he replied.

She let out a sigh. "Well, that's good to hear," she admitted. "That scandal from last year really made me believe that he'd have done the same this year as well."

"Well, he did threaten us with expulsion," Mori added uselessly.

"What?" Rumi exclaimed.

"But he didn't end up doing it," he added. "So it's fine."

Rumi fumed out loud. "That Eraserhead. He has the gall to do threaten expulsion after last year's fiasco," she said, throwing up her arms in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

She shook her head. "I'm gonna talk to Principal Nezu about this," she said. "I want you transferred out of that class and into another one."

"But I-" he started quickly.

Rumi glared at him, shutting him up. She picked up the phone to call the principal.

Mori sighed. "But I like that teacher," he muttered.

Will Mori be transferred out of Class 1-A? Honestly, no. There wouldn't be much plot to go off of otherwise.

Moving on, that was the Quirk Assessment Test. I know it was a little boring but it was necessary to show you Mori's physical limits without his weapons and such. This was to give you all a better understanding of how nerfed he's become after the incident with the Holy Grail. Can't just have a literal Supreme God going around single-handedly defeating every villain that shows up. Otherwise, this would just be a One Punch Man fanfic.

Anyways, thanks for the read. Hope you can all drop a comment for me if you have the time. And see you next time!