The week after the exam had all blurred together for Izuku, between his old regime of training and school, and his new found hobby of talking to his newly made friend Ochaco over text, her number had been acquired with much courage and only the littlest bit of muttering his head off, the greenette seldom had any time to notice that the clock hands were moving.

Especially since he'd discovered his new hobby of figuring out what hidden side effects his watch had on him.

Now he spent most of his waking moments hooked up to what Izuku had dubbed a muscle memory scanner a contraption he had built through a liberal use of what he considered his easiest to use form and his hardest.

It was impressive what one could do with super intelligence and a quantum computer that was literally a part of you.

The aforementioned Aliens had been dubbed Grey Matter, a small grey humanoid, about six inches tall, with a serious case of bug eye and an extremely heightened sense of intelligence, and Upgrade, who was quite literally technological goop that had been an absolute headache for Izuku to learn how to use, since it wasn't exactly easy controlling something with no Bones.

Or muscle.

Or anything really.

But thankfully after a few months he's been able to master movement and the use of upgrades abilities, which had worked spectacularly in tandem with grey matter's ability to build technology that was on a hitherto unheard level.

Long story short, Izuku was now rich, and he had a state of the art machine to diagnose his body with.

Well, his mother was rich, since Izuku was not old enough to hold claim of any of his venues for now.

Anyway, what he'd discovered was that the watch had a certain bleed through effect when it came to muscle memory, which made sense since his memories were shared between forms, what that meant was that he could technically move like one form whilst being a different form, which was actually quite useless, since each form had very different physiologies.

However, there was one thing it did let him do, he could create a fighting style for when he was in his human form, something that hadn't occurred to him as useful until that meeting with the one pointer during the entrance exam.

By mixing and matching months of practice and instincts he got as certain forms, he was trying to derive the most efficient fighting style he could, which was why he was hooked up to a cubicle shaped machine running on all fours on an omnidirectional treadmill and thinking about the upcoming results.

Any nervousness he had for the exam results were non existent, he had checked online for any previous year's cut off points, and it was safe to say his score was just a little more than passable.

He didn't have it in his heart, however, to tell Ochako her 29 points were probably not enough, so he pretended he had no semblance of a clue as to how well she did.

Izuku filed all these thoughts away, however, as his VR helmet sent him a notification that his bubbly best, and only, friend had sent him a message.

{OMG! I did it! I passed}

Izuku contemplated the message with both happiness and a certain amount of confusion.

He was glad his friend had passed, but at the same time he was surprised she had done it with so little points.

Either this gave him a reason to further concrete his conclusion that the current hero system was failing to provide enough incentive for improvement, or that this meant the exam had some form of hidden criteria that greatly affected how points were distributed.

He quickly congratulated Ochako, and tried to probe her for information on the matter, only to receive a rather cheeky reply that basically amounted to telling him: 'it's a secret.'

The boy abstained from pursuing the matter any further, deciding that he'd find out eventually, he still wasn't really worried about failure since there was no way someone could get 60 points based on hidden criteria alone, unless the faculty were being very biased.

Izuku decided that he had enough of being hooked up for one day, and removed the hydraulic arms from his arms and legs, before proceeding to station himself in the living room so he could get his letter as soon as it arrived.

Izuku's home wasn't small by any means, he was well aware that a lot of families got by on much less, but it had never quite caught up to modern times, his family wasn't particularly well off, so a lot of fancy technology that had recently entered the market had been forgone.

He had heavily renovated the place to placate his teenage urge to own the newest and shiniest thing using money he had acquired and the aforementioned combo of Grey Matter and Upgrade to deck his house out in cool technology.

The boy sat down on his new comfy smart couch, it was definitely overkill and that wasn't considering how comfy the cushions were, but it made him happy, so he built one.

His new position put him in hearing range of the mailbox, allowing him to settle with a notebook and the internet until he heard the sound he had been waiting for.

The package was actually rather unassuming for what it contained, but Izuku still opened it as if he was dealing with government secrets, just because he was confident in his results did not mean he was losing his shit over the fact that he got a letter from U.A.

After opening his package and activating the small holographic projector, the boy couldn't help but raise a quizzical eyebrow when All Might of all people appeared on screen.

"I AM ON SCREEN!" He yelled triumphantly.

Izuku noticed that he was using his hero form, which irked him just a little, honestly wasting time from the precious three hours he had a day to record videos was a definite irresponsible use of his power.

"Now, let's see, Young Midoriya, you scored exceptionally on the written portion of the exam, and as for the portion practical you got an astounding 89 points, which already puts you at the top of the scoreboard for all applicants, very impressive." All Might explained, causing Izuku to smirk despite his recently less zealous worship of the man in question, All Might was still the number one hero, and it never hurt to be praised by someone of that skill level. "However, that is not all, what kind of hero school would only measure a student's capability for destruction."

All Might clicked a button on a remote he was holding, turning on a screen behind him. The screen began showing a replay of Izuku saving Ochako from the zero pointer.

"For a hero, the ability to save is equally if not more important than the ability to capture evil, and thus the school also awards rescue points," the man said in a manner much more contained than Izuku thought he could muster. "BUT THAT IS NOT ALL!"

All Might pressed another button on the remote that changed the image on the screen again, this time it was an image of Ochako speaking to Present Mic.

"U-Um, you know Izuku Midoriya? Kind of tall, scruffy green haired boy?" The girl uttered nervously, "well he saved me in that exam, and he used up his chance to get points. I dunno if that means he might fail, but I can't bare to be the reason if he does, so, um, I'd like to give him a few of my points if that's okay."

Izuku watched the stupidly selfless act of his friend, a somewhat alien brewing of emotions stirring in his chest, he felt grateful, and proud to call her his friend, but he also had an urge to slap the girl upside the head for trying to sacrifice herself so needlessly.

He assumed that this was what friendship and camaraderie felt like.

Strange.

He couldn't say he didn't like it though.

"This ability to inspire others to do good, this is a skill possessed only by a rare few, the greatest heroes, for such selflessly saving another despite disadvantaging yourself, we awarded both you and young Ochako forty rescue points, and for inspiring others to follow in the path of true heroism, we awarded you an extra twenty rescue points. Giving you the maximum sixtyrescue points we award during this exam" All might paused to take a deep breathe, causing Izuku to resist the urge to cover his ears. "WITH A TRULY HEROIC SCORE OF ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE POINTS, WE WELCOME YOU, IZUKU MIDORIYA, TO YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!"

With that the transmission cut off.

Izuku smirked to himself.

"Imagine that, All Might calling me heroic." The boy said to himself with relative mirth, he promised himself he wouldn't be too bitter towards the man, but he enjoyed irony as much as the next guy.

It didn't help that All Might had probably also gotten the maximum sixty in his exam which meant the symbol of peace had likely gotten 160 points rather than the divulged 100, so Izuku had in fact failed his self imposed goal of beating the pro.

Silver lining, he looked veritably bad ass when he took down that zero pointer though.

The boy sent a text to Ochako and his Mother, who was currently at work at her new job designing for 'the' fashion company she had always wanted to work at.

A job she got in one part due to her excellent abilities, and another due to Izuku pulling a few strings using his new wealth and influence. Which basically meant that he could pretty much take control of the company whenever he felt like it, but he wasn't going to tell his own mother that he was her boss…

With the whole congratulatory spiel out of the way and a promise to celebrate later, Izuku continued planning for the future, a few final touches to his hero costume here, a few planned hostile takeovers of certain businesses there, and a training regiment to help his new friend prepare for the new school year.

"UA, I finally made it, the next step to becoming the hero I've always wanted to be has finally started." Izuku mused, "it's time to show the world that I'm not just some ordinary kid!"