Upon revealing to his mother that he'd actually made it into U.A High, she burst like a dam. Her tears sprayed all over the carpet floor, staining her son's shirt as she gripped onto his body as tightly as she possibly could. Against all the odds, her son had actually managed to make it into the top hero school in the nation. It was quite literally a dream come true.
After celebrating Izuku's amazing achievement and enjoying the thrill of his success, the young teenager couldn't be seen without a smile for the rest of the night. The next day, he was completely taken aback when he saw that All Might had contacted him, informing the young fanboy to meet him at Dagobah Park again. As soon as he saw this, he jolted out the door and sprinted as fast as he could to the park.
When young Midoriya reached the park, sure enough, the number one hero was staring out at the beach, alongside Shigeo. Both superpowered humans heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, and turned around to see Izuku standing just a few meters away with tears in his eyes.
"All Might!"
The hero spewed out blood and felt his chest tighten. "You're too loud!"
Sure enough, a couple standing on a peer nearby heard someone mention the symbol of peace, and they lit up with excitement. "Wait, All Might's really here?!"
Toshinori's whole body shuddered, and he frowned at his successor's reckless actions. "You're gonna blow my cover! Say it was a mistake!"
The formerly quirkless teenager got the message and corrected his mistake. "Wait, never mind! My bad! Nothing to see here!"
The couple mumbled in disappointment and went back to gazing at the dazzling sea, while the trio all took sighs of relief.
Shigeo was the first of them to speak, and when he did, his smile was radiant and utterly content. "You did it, Midoriya! You made part of your dream come true, and now we both get to be students at U.A.! Congratulations!"
The green-eyed teenager lightly gasped and met his friend's smile with an equally pleased smile. "I couldn't have done it without all the training we did. And congrats to you too! I can't believe you got in first place with such a high score! You got nearly double Bakugo's score!"
"Yea," The esper's smile slightly shortened, "It wasn't that big a deal."
"Speaking of the training," All Might decided to interject in the tender moment these two friends were sharing, "I didn't tell anyone at U.A. that I've been training either of you." Both smiles on the teenagers' faces returned into a neutral position. The symbol of peace gave his own smile and innocently held his hands out. "I didn't contribute to your score whatsoever. I wasn't one of the judges, and I didn't use my ties at U.A. High. All the points you got were from your own work."
"Wow," When the fanboy found out that All Might was a teacher at U.A., he assumed that the hero had been somewhat responsible for the scores he got, giving him the fear that he didn't truly earn the points he got. But now that he was hearing this wasn't the case, it only made him feel more happy and proud of what he did, and the young teenager bowed down in respect. "Thank you for telling me." However, All Might's statement made the green-eyed teenager remember something else he had been surprised about.
"When I saw you give my scores, I was really surprised to see you'd be teaching at U.A.. It always confused me why you decided to switch cities out of nowhere." Izuku closed his eyes and pointed his finger out as he proudly recited his knowledge about All Might. "After all, your agency is in Minato, Tokyo, and-"
"Ok, getting creepy," The symbol of peace and the esper were rather off-put by the extensive knowledge Izuku had on All Might. It seemed a bit too... obsessive. The fanboy opened his eyes and felt a sweat bead run down his face.
Toshinori continued speaking. "I was told by the school to keep my new job there a secret until they officially announced it. Even Kageyama didn't know about it until last week. I chose the job in order to find any students there with the potential to become my successor."
The two teenagers parted their lips. They both remembered All Might telling them about his quirk and his hunt for the next wielder of One for All. This news was relatively irrelevant for the bowl-haired esper, but for the formerly Quirkless fanboy, it made him feel a new sense of worthlessness. So All Might was originally planning to give One for All to a U.A. student with an actual quirk and bigger potential.
This feeling of worthlessness caused Izuku to speak out about the pressing matter of his performance in the Entrance Exam. "When I used One for All in the exam, it destroyed my body only after jumping and throwing a single punch." Mob grimaced: he'd heard from All Might about his injuries during the entrance exam. It pained him to know that his friend had damaged his body so severely and that he couldn't use his quirk without hurting himself. "How do I stop that and make sure I don't break myself whenever I use One for All?"
"It'll take time, but you will eventually learn to harness the power without mangling your body. Besides, trying to master One for All so quickly is like asking a baby to run a marathon. You have to first learn to walk, and then run before you can even try to go to such lengths."
The fanboy sighed and lowered his head in shame. "I understand. Wait..." The green-haired hero discerned something large, and the esper was starting to get the picture in his mind as well.
"So you knew that Midoriya was gonna get that badly hurt?" exclaimed Shigeo.
"Well..." All Might frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. "We were low on time, and he only got my Quirk a few hours before, so there wasn't much I could do, unfortunately." This statement seemed to calm both of the teenagers down, allowing All Might to continue speaking. "The way you are now, you can only use your Quirk at full-power or at no-power. But after some training, you'll be able to control your power output to ensure you're using the specific amount of power you want. That way, your body will be able to hold the overflowing energy you have right now." The symbol of peace buffed himself up to his hero form, and with a deeper voice, said, "Then it will be yours to command!"
The symbol of peace had made a rather idiotic move, considering the importance of keeping his cover he'd placed before. The couple who was staring at the ocean overheard the commotion and saw the hero standing alongside two young boys.
"Oh my god, it really is All Might!"
"Let's get an autograph!"
Toshinori inwardly scolded himself for his stupid mistake, and shifted his body to a running stance. "Let's get out of here!"
The symbol of peace began a relatively slow running pace for his standards, but enough for the two teenagers to keep up and run alongside him. While the three of them were running, the symbol of peace continued to lecture the successor of One for All. "The torch I've passed onto you is only a small wisp of the raging inferno of One for All. But in time, that wisp will reach the heats of the raging inferno it's meant to be, and you will be the hero you've always wanted to be!"
The green irises in Izuku's eyes glowed to a bright grassy texture, and the young esper couldn't help but smile at his friend's passionate gaze. It was what he'd come to admire about him, after all. With Shigeo by his side, he'd make sure his friend master One for All and give him whatever help he'd need along the way. It was what a friend was meant to do, after all.
21%
Izuku felt like there were red-hot lasers boring into his skull and melting his brains. Standing next to his fellow blond-haired classmate, Izuku was back at his school. It was the day after he'd gone to talk to All Might at the beach, and today, class had just finished. However, before they had the chance to leave, Izuku and Katsuki were stopped by their teacher. He'd received the news of their successes and wanted to speak to them in-person.
"I just wanted to say how proud you two should be for passing the U.A. exams." Izuku stiffened his body and felt a mild blush creep up on his cheeks, while Bakugo's eyes were icy and his lips were pursed into a frown. "I never thought that this school would have not one, but two students who actually made it to U.A. High." The teacher turned his eyes to look at Midoriya, causing Bakugo to look at him as well, which deepened the explosive teenager's frown. "And to imagine that you're one of them, Midoriya. I have to say, it's a miracle."
Feeling rather awkward with the praise and Bakugo's death stare, the fanboy could only bow his head in respect. "Thank you."
"Ok, that's all I wanted to say. Go on home and enjoy your victories."
The two teenagers did as he said and began to walk toward the door. But before either of them could make it to the door, Midoriya felt a strong hand gripping on his shoulder. He turned his head, and felt his blood run cold when he saw the hateful stare in Bakugo's eyes. "You and me, outside, NOW!"
Seeing that his classmate was in no mood for joking or putting this off, the green-eyed teenager silently agreed and trailed behind Bakugo as they walked out of the school. Once the two of them exited the school, they turned into an alley. Midoriya gulped, and nervously made his way into the secluded area. As soon as both of them were out of sight, Bakugo, unable to contain his rage anymore, grabbed Izuku by the collar and forcefully pushed him against the wall. The fanboy grunted in pain, and panicked when Bakugo grabbed him by the collar and seethed with fury.
"How the fuck did you do it, Deku?" said Bakugo, "How did you cheat your way into U.A. High?!" The explosive teenager shook his classmate's body to further frighten him. "You've completely ruined this for me! I was supposed to be the one who had the glory of being the first student from this stupid school to make it into U.A.!" While he was gripping Izuku's shirt, Bakugo's hateful glare nominally simmered into surprise when he saw his classmate grab his wrist, his hand trembling with his own sense of fury.
"Kacchan, someone I look up to told me that I can become a hero. It's why I applied, and it's the reason I'm going to U.A. High!" The explosive teenager let out a small gasp when he saw Izuku's eyebrows furrow and his expression become more determined. "And no matter what you say, you can't stop me!"
Midoriya threw his classmate's wrist off of his shirt, and not wanting to drag this out any further than needed, walked out of the alleyway, leaving the shocked and angered Bakugo all by himself. The blonde teenager remained frozen in his place for a few seconds, too shocked by the determination in Midoriya's eyes. Then, all of his anger burst out like a boiling kettle, and the teenager yelled, frantically running his hands through his hair. "Damn it, Deku!" Bakugo yelled, talking to himself at the moment, "I'll show you that you don't belong there! Then all of U.A. will know how pathetic you are!"
The young esper and the symbol of peace were getting everything ready for the first big day at U.A. High. Shigeo had already packed all of his notebooks and school supplies in his new backpack, and he was wearing the typical school uniform of U.A. High for the second time. After so many months of training and home-school lessons, it felt rather bizarre for the esper to come back into school life. In fact, it was extremely nerve-racking for the bowl-haired psychic, imagining how he would react with his other peers.
All Might, despite his status as the number one hero, was somewhat nervous about his first day as a teacher. He'd never had any teaching experience before, and he still felt there were several areas in which he did not know how to lecture this younger generation. Nevertheless, as long as he kept exuding confidence and maintaining his smile, the hero was sure it would all work out in the end.
Both superpowered humans were dressed in their formal attire, carrying everything they needed in their bags, and sharing the mild sense of uneasiness. "Are you ready to hit the road, Kageyama?"
"Uh-huh." The esper didn't mind telling his new teacher what he was feeling. "I'm feeling anxious about the first day at an actual school again."
The symbol of peace let out a short and dry chuckle. "You and me both. Well, all we can do is keep our chins up and hope for the best."
Kageyama curved his lips up slightly and nodded his head in agreement. Whatever was waiting for him at U.A. High, he would embrace it with a positive attitude. Attempting to quell the anxiety, Shigeo and Toshinori straightened themselves and walked out the apartment with a confident stride.
Equally nervous, but more excited than his two associates, Izuku Midoriya was at the front door of his apartment, tying his shoes while his mother stood beside him and waited to watch her son go. "Is that everything you need? Are you sure you didn't forget to pack anything?"
"Yea mom, I've gone through everything," replied Midoriya, his voice lingering with annoyance at his mother's nagging attitude, "Now I've gotta go, or else I'll be late." The young teenager picked up his backpack and prepared to walk out the door, but before he could, his mother had one final thing to say.
"Izuku."
The teenager internally sighed and looked back at her mother with annoyance, but he was somewhat startled to see his mother's shaky smile and sparkling eyes. He had no way of knowing what a monumental achievement this was not only for himself, but for her mother as well. To her, this was the greatest thing she could've seen happen to her child: fulfilling his dream. And he did it all on his own. The emotional mother stared at her son with misty eyes and a mild blush on her cheeks. "I want you to know that I couldn't be prouder of you."
The formerly Quirkless fanboy drew a small gasp, and felt his own blush creeping up on his cheeks. He could see in her eyes that she was in complete bliss. Izuku smiled in response and lightened up his annoyed expression. "Thanks mom. I'll see you this afternoon!"
Izuku made his way through the city, sprinting to class and hoping that he made it on time. The green-eyed teenager was looking at all of the different doors, trying to find the room where his class would be, Class 1-A. While he was running through the school, he was not expecting to see his friend casually walking through the school.
"Kageyama!" The esper turned his head, and greeted his friend with a smile.
"Hey Midoriya. What class are you headed to?"
"Class 1-A."
"Really?" Mob's expression lit up. "That's my class!"
Izuku's face brightened to match his psychic friend's happiness. "Awesome! Then let's walk in together." Happy to comply, the two teenagers walked side by side, although Shigeo picked up the pace to match Izuku's more hurried walking speed. After about ten seconds of walking together in silence, they finally found the classroom they were looking for.
"There it is!" The two friends stood at the entrance of the door in silence. Both of them had their own mixed emotions about entering this classroom. On one hand, Izuku was panicking at the thought of seeing Bakugo or the other blue-haired applicant, and he couldn't help but feel inferior to the nineteen other students who made it to this school. On the other hand, Shigeo's heart began rapidly beating, still fearful about entering a new classroom environment.
"You ready, Midoriya?" The esper tried to collect himself and give his friend a boost in confidence. Midoriya looked at his friend, and with a sweat bead rolling down his face, gave him a shaky smile. "U.A.'s top students are waiting behind these doors. Let's greet them!"
Putting on their brave faces, the two students opened the doors to meet their new classmates, but upon entering the room, were greeted with a rather unexpected interaction between students.
"What utterly disrespectful behavior! Remove your feet from the desk at once!" The blue-haired student, Tenya Iida, was angrily criticizing the actions of Midoriya's childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo. The explosive teenager met his classmate's eyes with deadly arrogance and a prideful smile. "This is only the first day of class, and you're already damaging the school's property by lazily resting your feet on top of this desk!"
Bakugo couldn't believe what this guy was grilling him for. "Are you shitting me right now?" Tenya was momentarily caught off-guard by Bakugo's defiant response. "Did you get a stick put up your ass at your old school, or is that just your quirk?"
Despite this teenager's defiant attitude, Tenya composed himself and attempted to be the mature student he strived to be. "Let's start over. My name is Tenya Iida from the Soumei Private Academy." Tenya extended his hand in respect, but Bakugo wasn't the least bit inclined to reciprocate that respect.
"Soumei, is that right? Well if you think that somehow makes you better than me," Bakugo inclined his body forward and squinted his eyes, "Then I'll enjoy ripping you apart in this class."
Tenya was absolutely shocked by this teenager's words escalating to physical confrontation. "Threatening me with physical violence? Are you sure this is the right place for you."
The explosive teenager scoffed and rolled his eyes. The two arguing teenagers stopped their conversation when they noticed the two teenagers standing at the door. Bakugo's eyes opened when he saw the bowl-haired nerd standing with Deku.
"So that loser actually had a decent Quirk after all," thought Bakugo, "Well, it's probably jack shit in comparison to mine."
"It's them." All of the class, who was looking at the heated scene between Bakugo and Tenya, focused their attention on the two applicants standing at the doorway. Upon seeing eighteen pairs of eyes looking at them, both students felt the heat rising in their cheeks.
"Oh, hey everyone," Izuku said.
"Good morning to you both." Tenya strutted with his arms moving forward and back like a military march. "My name is Tenya Iida."
The black-haired teenager decided to match Tenya's respectful attitude, and he extended his hand for his classmate to shake. "My name's Shigeo Kageyama."
"WHAT?!" Just as Tenya's fingers were about to clasp Shigeo's hand, everyone in the class felt their hearts do a flip when they heard Bakugo's booming voice and saw him rise out of his chair. "So you're the one who got first place?"
The esper casually shrugged his shoulders. "Yea, I guess." Some of the classmates drew faint breaths, and a few of them even whispered to themselves. From what they'd seen and heard, Shigeo had gotten more than one hundred points on the practical exam. Such a high score was almost unheard of for the practical exam.
Bakugo's blood was boiling like it usually did, although it was beginning to reach molten-hot levels. So not only was Deku going to be in this class with him, but it turned out that the bowl-headed loser with him was the same Shigeo Kageyama who'd gotten almost twice his score? How could such a weak-looking guy like this get an unbelievably high score? The combined fury and hatred against these two was too much for him to contain.
"What the hell did you do?" The explosive teenager got out of his seat and jabbed his finger at Shigeo's chest, causing the esper to back away with fear. "How did you get so many freaking points?"
"Hey hey," The bowl-haired teenager did not want his first day to end up with a physical confrontation. "Just calm down! You don't need to get so worked up about this."
"Kageyama is correct!" Tenya was appalled by the fiery hatred Bakugo was displaying, and in a dramatic fashion, sliced his hand between the two students to separate them. "Your behavior is simply unacceptable for U.A. standards! Now return to your seat!"
The heated teenager shot his burning stare at Tenya, causing the blue-haired student to tense his body up. The explosive teenager wanted to continue questioning Shigeo, find out what his quirk was and how he performed on the exam. At the same time, the small rational side of him knew that if he made a scene right now, he'd more than likely get in trouble with the teachers, and the last thing he wanted was to damage his chances at U.A. High on the first day. So, angrily throwing his hands into the air, Bakugo grunted and marched back to his seat.
For a moment, the atmosphere remained tense, all of the students shaken by Bakugo's random outburst, but the timely appearance of a cheery young girl managed to break that tension. "Hey, I recognize those hairstyles!"
Shigeo and Izuku turned around and saw Ochaco Uraraka smiling at them with a passionate energy. Shigeo returned to his regular expressionless face and very small smile, but upon seeing her, Izuku felt rising temperature in his cheeks. As the green-eyed teenager looked at her while she spoke, one of the first thoughts that came to mind was how nice she looked in that uniform.
"Oh, hey there," Shigeo said, while the redness on Izuku's cheeks was extending to his entire face. The awkwardness Izuku was feeling was so large that he covered his face with his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Like before, Shigeo saw Izuku's attitude reflect his own nature and general shyness, and he couldn't help but increase the size of his smile.
"Anyway, I should be thanking you for going in and talking to Present Mic."
"Huh?" The energetic girl stopped her enthusiastic body movements and stared at Izuku with curious and confused brown eyes. "How do you know about that?"
Not factoring in the ramifications of this thank you and being socially awkward in general, the green-haired teenager's face became as red as a tomato, and he scrambled to find the right words to explain how he knew about Uraraka's generosity.
"U.A. High isn't a place for you to focus on making friends. If that's all you're here to do, then pack up your stuff and leave."
Shigeo and Izuku heard the voice of someone behind Uraraka, and gasped when they saw a man with long messy hair and an unkempt beard laying on the ground in a sleeping bag. Likewise, Uraraka's voice was silenced, and when she rotated herself to see who spoke, let out a squeaky gasp when seeing this man lying on the floor.
"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course." The man reached his hand from inside the sleeping bag, and undid the zipper on his sleeping bag ever-so-slightly to take a drink from a pouch of juice. All of the students in his sight were baffled and even slightly unnerved by this man's position on the floor and his bizarre appearance. The man got himself off the floor and completely unzipped his sleeping bag, revealing his clothing, which consisted of a black, long-sleeved shirt and matching pants which were tucked into his black boots. Wrapped around his neck was a very long and thick scarf, perplexing the students as to why he would need such a long article of clothing indoors.
"Now listen here. In my class, I expect discipline and focus from all of you, so when I come in, you need to be silent within three seconds, not this wasteful eight-second period you just demonstrated. The time spent in class is precious. A truly rational student would understand this easily." All of the students remained off-put by this man's appearance contrasted with his serious demeanor. If he was here, that meant he must have been some kind of pro-hero, but what kind of hero walked around in a sleeping bag and looked as though he's just gotten out of bed?
The unkempt man walked into the room so that all of the students could see him. "Hello students. My name is Shota Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year."
Everyone in the classroom internally gasped. This ill-dressed man with shaggy hair was their teacher? What was U.A. High thinking when they hired them, was what many of the students were processing.
"Ok, enough formalities." Aizawa rummaged around his sleeping bag and took out a blue jumpsuit with white patches around the upper arms, legs, and chest, along with red outlines surrounded the white sections. Every student in the class couldn't comprehend what their teacher was asking them to do. "Put these on, and head outside. I expect you to be ready in ten minutes."
The students didn't waste any time and immediately got up from their desks to get their jumpsuits from Mr. Aizawa. "Single-filed line. I'm not going to be handing out these things to a giant pack of animals."
While all of the young teenagers got out of their seats, the young esper observed all of the students, perplexed by each of their unique features. For instance, one of the students had six arms, while another had the head of a black bird, and there was even one girl who was entirely pink, with small antennae sticking out of her hair.
"The mutant Quirks I read about really do give a lot of interesting looks," Shigeo thought, "A lot of people here look so... so..."
The esper's thoughts immediately petered out when his eyes got a small glance at one of the girls in the far back. This girl had long black hair which was tied into a spiky ponytail. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of onyx, twin pools of luminous charcoal that bore into the young esper's soul. Mob's cheeks began to fill with a light red blush, his eyes sparkling with a new sense of astonishment. "So... pretty."
"Hey Kageyama?" One of the students tapped him on the shoulder, bringing Shigeo back to his senses and causing him to jump up from shock. The teenage esper, his cheeks still stained with read, looked back at the student who tapped him, and spoke to him with a shaky and panicked voice.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Good," replied the student, "I just wanted to tell you you're holding up the line." Mob glanced in front of him and realized there were at least three people-sized spaces in front of him.
"Sorry, I just got distracted for a second." The phenomenally powerful esper moved up in the line, his mind only fixated on what just happened and the warm feeling he felt in his heart upon seeing that black-haired girl. What was he feeling just now, the psychic couldn't quite place his finger on whether it was what he thought it was.
"A Quirk assessment test?!"
Having already gone to the changing rooms to put on their jumpsuits, the students were all standing outside a large testing area with multiple different areas marked with white lines, designed for physical activities. But many of the students didn't understand why they were doing this instead of the regular schoolwork and ceremonies that were taking place today. Uraraka noted this and voiced her concerns to Mr. Aizawa. "But sir, all of the other classes are going to orientation!"
The shaggy-haired teacher didn't bat an eye to Uraraka's statement. "U.A. High is meant for people who want to make it to the big leagues. Meaningless ceremonies and orientations aren't gonna help with that objective. This school isn't tethered to traditions like other schools, so that gives me free leverage to run my classes whatever ways I see fit." All of the students were put into silence by their teacher's stern words, so Shota continued.
"While you've been taking regular standardized tests your whole lives," The teacher pulled up a tablet device that had multiple physical exercises listed in bullet points, "But with physical exams, no school has ever given you the opportunity to use your quirks and test their limits.
Aizawa's next statement caused Shigeo's body to slightly tense up. "This country and the entire world is still trying to pretend that we're all created equal by preventing people with the most power from excelling. It isn't rational, and my hope is that the Ministry of Education will manage to understand this fact."
"No. You're wrong." Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed upward, and all of the other students turned to see that it was Shigeo Kageyama who had spoken up. The powerful esper had listened to their teacher talk, and he simply couldn't control himself. "That isn't true. There..." The psychic gulped, feeling sweat beads trickling down his spine, but continued to make his point. "There are a lot of other ways for people to excel without powers."
Every student there was thrown off-balance by their peer's statement. What the hell was this kid saying? HIM, of all people, the one who got first place in the practical exam? Even Izuku couldn't help be mildly shocked, although he had already gotten to know this perspective of his friend a long time ago. Nevertheless, the green-eyed teenager was beginning to worry about the repercussions his friend might face for speaking out, and those fears were well-founded.
The teacher's eyes squinted at the bowl-haired teenager, and he began to slowly walk toward the young teenager, the other students immediately getting out of his way to let him through. Mob's entire body began to shake, his lips trembling and his eyes drowning in fear as his teacher hovered over him with his deadly stare. For a moment, nothing happened. No one dared to speak a word, and they all waited for their teacher to give his response.
His first reaction was opposite of what everyone was expecting: he curved the corners of his lips up slightly and scoffed. "Is that so?" The esper couldn't give a proper reply. "A rather peculiar statement from you, considering your remarkable performance on the practical exam. However,"
The teacher's smile instantly faded, and all of the students felt an intense pressure forming around him. "You came to this school to become a hero. To do that, you need to overcome the obstacles in your way with your powers and skills. Without that, there's no purpose for students to be here. Too many students arrive, thinking they can make it without the necessary abilities to make it far, which is why this school has such a low acceptance rate. Do you understand that?"
Overtaken by fear, the only signals his brain could send to his body were to his head, ordering it to slowly nod up and down. The stern teacher could see that he got his message through. He had to admit, this teenager had indeed perplexed him. When he saw his performance in the practical exams, and the actions he took to ensure the other applicants had points, it was quite baffling for the unkempt hero. If he hadn't taken out the giant robot and continued focusing on eliminating the other robots, he could have gotten more than 160 villain points.
Regardless of his opinions on this child, that did not mean he would give Shigeo any special privileges or harsh punishment if the situation called for it. Aizawa was his teacher, after all, and Shigeo needed to learn his place as the student.
"Since you scored the most points on the entrance exam," Shota twisted his body to the right and pointed at what looked like some sort of throwing station, "Let's see how you do with the softball throw."
"Ok..." The esper walked through the crowd of people with hunched shoulders and his eyes staring at the ground. Once he entered the area lined as a circle, he stood awkwardly and waited for his teacher to give him further instructions.
"What's the farthest distance you've ever gotten on with a softball throw in junior high?"
"Oh, ummm..." Mob tapped his finger to his chin and tried to recall his gym classes. "I think 21 meters?"
Upon hearing this, some of the students snickered at the idea of a student getting such a low throw, although most of them knew that this teenager still had an amazing Quirk and was not someone who should be mocked.
"Try it again, but this time use your Quirk." The teacher dug in his right pocket and tossed a a ball to the esper. Mob looked at the ball, then back at his teacher. "Are you sure?"
Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed, and his lips formed an annoyed frown. "Of course I'm sure. Now stop being so shy and get on with it. You're wasting our time. Anything goes, just make sure you stay in the circle."
The esper obeyed his teacher's instructions and took a throwing stance. From the sidelines, several of the students eagerly waited to see just what their fellow classmate could do. Izuku had to admit, he was also excited to see Shigeo in action. He'd only gotten a brief demonstration of his powers ten months ago, but even then, it was only at a basic level. Now was the chance to get a better idea of how his friend's powers actually worked. Bakugo, on the other hand, was filled with intent, somewhat deadly curiosity. He had to know what kind of rival he was going up against, what kind of powers this bowl-headed loser possessed.
For Shigeo Kageyama, this was a first for him. During all of his training exercises in this world and back home, he never once used his psychic powers to assist him. He'd never seen how much his psychic energy amplified his physical attributes. Although he knew that his powers gave him enhanced strength, speed and reflexes, he never bothered to see how large the boost was. Now, it appeared the esper could finally have an idea of what he could accomplish with them, although this was practically irrelevant for the psychic teenager.
"Here goes..." The esper was surrounded by his rainbow colored aura, lightly astonishing the other students. The teenager craned his arm back, and with a half-hearted throw coupled with his neutral face, the psychic teenager let the ball loose from his fingers.
