Starting Line: Entrance Exam

Author Note: Mr. Yobun is an OC. Fuuji is actually a character in Jsh. His name wasn't mentioned, I took the liberty of given him the name Kotaka.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bnha or Jsh.

Name: Akane Aoi.

Quirk: Deathclaws, she grows steel claws. They are very strong that she can break through almost anything.

Downside: Cannot be used for more than seven minutes straight.

"Wow," Amane looked at the gigantic facility, genuinely impressed by its height.

"It's bigger than I thought," Yako who was floating beside him, exclaimed thoughtfully.

U.A High School's hero course is a training department for those whose goal is to acquire the necessary qualifications and experience needed for being pro heroes. Among similar courses across the country, theirs is the most popular and most competitive, and their acceptance rate is really low. That's why, to fulfill his dreams of becoming a hero, Amane is taking the exam. There were some cons of him unrolling this school and he would certainly regret his choice later on because of them. But, that would be a problem for Future-Amane. and, it's not even guaranteed that he would be chosen.

Amane marched, hands in pocket, and Yako followed him gracefully and excitedly. It's been a while since she wandered outside. "Why did you come with me today?" He asked her nonchalantly.

"I was bored." She curtly retorted glancing curiously at the other participants.

"Yugi-san! Yugi-san!"

Amane turned around to see who was calling for him. It was Fuuji Kotaka, the quirkless kid from his school. He was sprinting to him and waving his arms around energetically. (Wonder where that shy and calm Fuuji went…) His eyes were shining with excitement as usual. The kid was pretty shy, but it seems his respect for Yugi overpowered his shyness. Amane halted and waited for him patiently. Before long, he caught up to him. Crouching down with his hands on his knees, he panted.

"Yugi-san, good morning," Fuuji smiled politely.

"Hey," Amane greeted back. "What's up?"

"Same old," he grinned.

"So, you were aiming for U.A, I didn't know."

"Yeah," Fuuji raised his fist in the air. "Your words have given me courage." His eyes sparkled again with admiration and respect.

"Ok," Amane sweat-dropped. "Good luck."

Amane's seat was next to a couple other students from his school. The orientation room was full of noteworthy and interesting persons; it would be hard to stand out in the exam and leave a long-lasting first impression.

The gigantic screen in front was lit up with the logo of U.A.

"Welcome to U.A's hero course entrance exam," and almost simultaneously the monotonous voice of the underground hero, Eraserhead resounded as he appeared on stage. His facial expression conveyed that he prefered being anywhere but there. (And that anywhere should really a bed)That bastard of mic, Aizawa thought grimly, catching a cold the day of the orientation. "After doing the writing portion of the exam, you will be having a ten-minute mock urban Battle. Three types," he yawned and the rest of the listeners sweat-dropped, "of faux villains, robots to be exact, are stationed in each battle center," A number of mock cities were displayed, each labeled with a letter. "Check the cards you've been given, the area you've been addressed is written there, bellow your seat number and your name."

Amane looked at his, "Hmm, I'm in A battle center." He glanced at an old classmate beside him, "this one is C. They are trying to separate ex-classmates?" He hummed thoughtfully. "So, they want to prevent other examinees from cooperating." A few seats away, Fuuji was grinning happily. "Battle Center F, like my name. I am so lucky." Amane sweat-dropped. Why is that considered lucky is beyond him. It's not like the exam will mellow down just because of that.

Anyway, the exam is a little bit weird. For an entrance exam to a hero course, that is. Wouldn't there be more critiques to base on? Then it clicked in his mind. Wait, unless there is another hidden part that we're unaware of. That's definitely plausible. In that case, a major obstacle will be placed in every examination center. Speaking of which, he said three robots, right? On the guide, we have four. A reknowned school such as U.A. couldn't possibly make an error like this one. Could it be the biggest obstacle and most important aspect of the examination?

Eraderhead yawned again. "The points you earn for each robot you destroy or mobilize are based off their level of difficulty." Three different faux villains were displayed before them. "And, before you ask the fourth one, the one on the guide you were given, is an obstacle. It's worth 0 point." Spot-on! "Oh! And, every un-heroic action, such as attacking other participants, is prohibited." The pro hero's voice gained a serious and intimidating tone to it. "The school motto is to do your best and more; 'Go Beyond, Plus Ultra', keep that in mind." He dislikes half-assed work after all.

Wearing a red and white tracksuit, Akane Aoi stood with the rest of the participants in site A of U.A' hero course entrance exam. Her childhood friend, Aoi Akane, was also taking the exam. She doesn't see him, though. Perhaps he was in another center?

Well, that doesn't matter.

She narrowed her eyes dangerously and observed her competitors. (Some would perceive her as an absentminded and bubbly girl –a moe in other words. But, she was perceptive, cunning and quick-witted. Not many know of her talents in observation. Therefore, they always underestimated her capabilities.) Some of them were outwardly looking tough. She's better avoid them. Though, Aoi was most sure she could top most of the other participants. Two of them seemed especially weak; a frog like girl (hmm? She resembles very much the Rainy Season Hero: Froppy. A relative, perhaps?) and a short brown-haired boy. The boy's appearance doesn't indicate his quirk. (so it's not a mutant type Quirk.) Smirking, the shorty took out something from his Gakuran. (Why is he even wearing it? Wouldn't it be more practical to wear more comfortable? It's difficult to move in a school uniform.) Wait, is that a kitchen knife? What can he even do with it?

"Go!" the underground hero half-heartedly stated. Huh? The participants were planted there, not knowing what to do. "There is no countdown in real life. Go! Go!" He supplied. They panicked and sprinted forward. In the midst of the uproar, the well-built ones were effortlessly brushing off smaller participants. Though, the most nimble ones had easier time –like her. "Oh! How I wish to go to sleep!" The hero mumbled.

"Me too," an orange haired boy declared. He was riding on a floating rock and yawning sluggishly. Does he have an elemental quirk? Those are pretty powerful.

"The area is vast, and there's an unknown number of faux villain and a limited amount of time. I am looking forward to see what happens. The mobility and the speed, the power and the skill to use that power, the stratagem, the cool to assess and understand the situation before anyone else, this exam is indeed the best way to test all the essential qualities of a hero." The principle of the school chuckled happily. "This year's examinees look promising," he hummed amusedly.

Midnight smirked looking at a ginger-haired boy, "Yeah, some are especially remarkable."

At the observation room, the heroes and the principle surveyed attentively the participants.

"The exam might seem biased; it's especially disadvantageous to those who have a mental quirk and beneficial to those with a physical one. However, our motto is 'to go beyond'. It's a simple mishap when compared to the dangers of heroics. If they aren't able to overcome that then, they aren't ready," Nedzu cheerfully monologised. "Oups, I've almost forgotten; it's time for our little surprise." He chirped.

Snipe nodded in agreement and pressed a big red button. The teachers were impatiently waiting for what would happen. Though, none were as excited as Nedzu. He sipped his tea. I never grow bored of seeing the terrified looks of young teenagers.

The ground trembled in all the areas. Some panicked, some calmly evaluated the situation, and others didn't care at all and used the ruckus to earn even more points. Aoi was the latter; she kept proceeding forward demolishing as many as she could. And 60p, I think that's enough points. She retracted her claws. I've already reached the limits of my quirk. That wasn"t particullary difficult and she wasn't severly injured -a few scrached here and there only.

Suddenly, the people in front of her screamed in horror as they pointed behind her. A gigantic robot was looming over her and she was paralyzed by fear. Her blood froze and she broke in cold sweat. Her complexion palled considerably and her eyes dilated.

"H-help," she choked out fearfully. Alas, those who were near her all flew away. Tears gathered in her eyes. She trembled, not being to look away from the intimidating form of the faux villain. It marched until it was above her. Aoi tried to run away but tripped on a rock and fell harshly. It raised its leg to crush the poor girl like a bug. She screamed and covered her head with her arms as if that would shelter from the impact.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms wrapped around her and carried her away. She closed her eyes and clung to the person. When they run a safe distance away from the robots, they sat her down. A gentle hand patted her head. "Are you alright?"

She looked up to her savior, and to her grand surprise it was the shorty with a kitchen knife. Her mouth felt numb. So, she just nodded, dazed and scared. The boy smiled at her charmingly. She felt blood rush to her face and she smiled back shakily. "T-thank you," she mumbled shyly. "Thank you for saving me."

"Of course I would save you," he answered as a-matter-of-fact. "That's only natural. Anyone would've done that."

She wanted to say no. She really wanted to. No one came to help her when she needed it. They all run away. And she would've done the same if she were in their shoes. She opened her mouth to refute his statement yet the bored voice of Eraserhead cut her off, "And time out. Can I go home now?"

"That's a shame. I've wanted to earn more point."

Next Chapter: A Sleep Deprived Homeroom Teacher