Analysis

Time skip, 1 day; Scene Change, Observation Deck; 3rd POV

"Check out the results from the exam!" A green chart appeared on the screen, slightly illuminating the dark room.

"Wow," the woman from earlier said, a hint of surprise can be found in her voice. The first-place student impressed her. "This student managed to do so well on both aspects of the exam, that even the second place doesn't even come close."

"Yeah, did you see where his priorities lay? He focused on helping the other students when the 0-pointer came, rather than himself. He dropped the ones on his back off as far from the obstacle as possible and went back in to save that girl. And his bedside manner is on top." This time a male spoke.

"There was also the matter of his hesitance. When he saw the girl trapped under the rubble, he was conflicted. He wanted to save her, but he did not ignore the people on his back. It was a tough call, but the right one."

"And did you also see the way he beat the zero-pointer? He planned on the fly, distracting it, and slashed those tires," another man breathed, "taking the whole thing down with one move. That is what we're looking for."

"There was also that girl with the orange hair. She was the only one of the examinees on his back conscious enough to fight. Whenever she saw a falling tree or support beam, or even a rouge robot, she enlarged her fist and punched it away, never wasting her efforts. She did it so cleanly that first-place could focus completely. It didn't even look like he noticed."

A collective thought passed through all their minds. "Amazing."

"Yes, I'm sure we're all in agreement. However, there is the matter of second place," the chipper voice of the principal said.

"Yeah. He didn't even have rescue points," The woman noted.

"He took down those faux villains like an ace. When most of the other examinees were running from that big obstacle, he stayed focused on letting the smaller targets get in close and then counter-attacking, very efficiently," the man who said this had his voice laced in contemplation.

"That kid is tough." He said as an afterthought.

"On the opposite end, the seventh-place student had zero villain points."

"He's not the first U.A. hopeful to take down that robot, the first-placed student is a testament to that, but it's been a while since I've seen someone blow it away with one attack." He said, his voice resolute.

"But at what cost? Did you see how badly he injured himself? If you ask me it's like his body isn't used to his quirk," the other man urged adamantly.

No one noticed a dark, scruffy man in a metallic scarf behind them, watching them with deadpanned eyes.

Flashback, to 1 year and 6 months ago; 3rd POV

It was night. Oh, how Eraserhead dreaded the night. Most people would love the night, gossiping about the latest party they went to, or they would be sound asleep, in warm beds with warm blankets. But no, not him. If someone asked, he would just glare at them with smoldering red eyes until they either ran or changed the subject. Usually the former.

Right now, though, Aizawa is running across the rooftops. Carefully surveying the drunk civilians and dark alleyways before anyone noticed. No one knew he was there.

But if they did catch a glance, which they never did, then all they would see was a blur in the night. They'd then mistake him for a bird or something.

Aizawa had long shaggy black hair and short stubble. He wore black baggy sweatpants, a loose black long-sleeve shirt, a utility belt, high-end utility combat boots, yellow goggles, and a grey scarf made of carbon polymers.

He was just on a typical patrol, only this time, he was in a more dangerous part of town than usual. Which was saying something. He jumped down into the middle of a small clearing that was somewhat close to the junkyard. The same one that washes up trash galore on the usually breathtaking beach.

Luckily, it seemed that everyone has retired for the night, a rarity.

(For some reason, he didn't register how odd that sounded.)

Perhaps, maybe, he could turn in early too.

Suddenly, the ground below him started shaking, and the wind was blowing so hard he had to hold onto his scarf, lest it flies away. Just his luck. The moon was shining brightly, too brightly, much brighter than it was only seconds before. If Aizawa didn't know any better, he'd think he'd go blind.

He brought his hand protectively over his face, gripping his scarf, hating himself for getting into such a vulnerable position.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. When he couldn't feel the blinding light burning through his eyelids, he opened them up. Not letting himself stay vulnerable any longer, Eraserhead activated his quirk, his eyes felt the typical surge of power, and typical dryness and his hair defied gravity.

He quickly scanned the area for any villain stupid enough to take advantage of his moment of weakness. What his eyes landed on surprised him, almost enough to lose his cool.

He blinked, letting his quirk, as well as his hair, fall. They were kids, three, old enough to look in their preteens. Thirteen to fourteen to be exact. There were two boys and one girl. Though the most common factor of all of them is that they looked to be unconscious. He immediately ran over to them and yanked out his phone.

He did the standard health procedure, checking their breathing, their pulse, and their level of consciousness. Their hearts were beating much faster than a normal person would and their eyes were glazed over, unseeing. And they were breathing heavily. That showed that they weren't dead, not yet at least.

He dialed the police, telling them the situation, how he found kids who suddenly appeared behind him, with no adults, late at night, in the bad part of town, all of which were suddenly unconscious but alive. The chief, Kenji Tsuragamae, said that it made no sense, but Eraserhead told him that it wasn't important at the moment and that he'd explain everything later.

Once that was done, he called the closest hospital and told them the fact that he found three kids unconscious. He told them their current location as he flipped them all onto their backs. He told them that there seemed to be no apparent cause for unconsciousness, just that they were.

As he waited, he regularly checked their breathing and pulse. Suddenly, the oldest-looking boy, the one with wolf ears and tails' eyes snapped open. Those eyes were staring unnervingly at him as if he was searching through his very soul. He swore he felt a shiver down his spine, it completely shocked him, he has seen some very messed up things. He would have started kicking himself for being so irrational, but he realized the boy hasn't moved.

His eyes started to show a twinge of fear as they darted from left to right, his breathing picked up, but he still hasn't moved. His muscles seemed to be completely slack, the deceptively calm look did nothing to divert attention from the fear in those swirling gray-blue-green eyes.

That's when he realized. "Hey, my name is Eraserhead, I am a hero, and I am here to help you," he said in the calmest voice he could muster. "Look to the left, then to the right if you can understand me," suspicion flared in the boy's eyes before he obliged and looked in both directions.

He sighed in relief.

"What you are experiencing is called 'sleep paralysis', whatever you see other than me and these two kids, is a hallucination," the suspicion flared even more before it was blinked away, along with whatever glaze was left on his eyes. There was still a tiny bit of distrust, but it was quickly overwhelmed by effort.

He winced in sympathy. He had his fair share of experiences with sleep paralysis. His limbs had felt so heavy, and unresponsive. The only thing that could do was move his eyes and breathe. The lack of control, along with the hallucinations that came with it, would have been enough to send him into a panic attack. Luckily, that never happened.

First, it was a twitch of his nose, then of his fingers, then the bobbing of his adam's apple, until he lifted his hand to his forehead to calm the throbbing headache. He groaned, the first sound to come out of him since he first saw him.

His head suddenly snapped back and a curved sword with black and blue designs on the blade, like the waves of the sea, and the hilt covered with gold, as if it was made just for him, materialized from thin air.

Aizawa used his quick reflexes to jump back from the danger zone and launch his capture weapon to wrap around the boy. The boy struggled in its hold, while Eraserhead used his quirk and calmly held him there.

"I'm not going to hurt you, or those kids there."

The boy was completely stunned, taking a lightning-fast glance at them. His swirling eyes took on a dangerous glint, like a raging hurricane, before a lighter glimmer overtook his eyes, indicative of an idea. The raven-haired boy used whatever give he got, it wasn't a lot, to free his sword arm, and, in a blink of an eye, he cleanly sliced through the ribbon, from his neck to his feet, the weapon was useless.

Luckily, you don't get to be a hero if you're a one-trick pony.

He gave a sharp tug to the remnants of his weapon, amazingly, it was still long enough for him to use, but he had to use it sparingly. He didn't dare draw his knife.

The boy had run straight for him sword raised, the hero saw from a mile away, but not with killing intent. It was clear as day, the boy wanted to incapacitate him or give himself enough time to get away. Eraserhead activated his quirk, wary of whatever he was trying to do.

The boy didn't strike. Instead, he leaped up and flipped gracefully over the pro. He landed expertly behind him as if he'd been doing it all his life. Agile as a cat, if you didn't count the way he stumbled over his own feet. The boy's face lit up in alarm as if that had never happened before.

He shook it off and raised his sword defensively, placing himself between the unconscious kids at his side, and the hero. He stood there unwaveringly, the full moon surrounded his iridescent hair like a halo of sorts, he looked fierce but his arms shook slightly.

The hero blinked, and let his quirk fall. He slowly brought his hands up to his goggles and pulled them off. He kept his hands up and open, trying to get the boy to see he wasn't a threat. He took a small step forward, though that was enough to set the wolf-eared boy off.

"Belay that! Don't come any closer!" The pro immediately stopped as the boy seemed to falter at the sound of his voice, again, as if he had never heard it before. "Relax," the adult said, "I'm not here to hurt you, nor am I here to hurt your friends. I am only here to help you. I am a hero and that's what we do."

It's only at this point that the hero honestly looked at the boy, he had a bright red bandana wrapped around his head, what looked like a slightly dirty, blue pirates captains coat on top of a filthy white tunic, tight black pants, brown boots, and a dirty blue captains hat. It didn't matter that his hair, ears, and tail were near perfectly combed. it seemed that this boy… was probably homeless.

"I am too." the boy said, with such confidence, determination, and finality in his voice, not to mention his eyes, that the actual pro hero was almost convinced. The boy truly believed he was a hero, "And I have a family to protect" the hero spared a second to glance at the children on the ground. They sure didn't look related. "And I don't know who you are, but I don't wanna have to hope that you aren't some greedy piece of work trying to use us to get what you want." He spat the word 'work' just like a swear. The Pro was, unfortunately, not as shocked as he would have liked. The initial wariness, the immediate threat, the fierce overprotectiveness, and the jaded, much too ancient look in his eyes overshadowed the vulnerable, trusting, loving boy that was just barely shining through. He has certainly seen things that most grown adults, including heroes, don't see in their lives.

He suddenly jumped when the bright red light and the siren of an ambulance, and his head whirled around to stare at it. "What's that?" His head whirled back and suspicion flared again, his grip tightened so hard around the hilt that his olive-calloused knuckle turned white. The Pro was suddenly very aware of the razor-sharp, very large blade only mere feet away from his body.

He let out a weary sigh and slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, I know you're scared, that you have no reason to trust me, and you have siblings to protect and take care of. But they're unconscious right now, and they might need medical attention. That over there-" he pointed to the light, "is an ambulance. It can help you, and your crew. I can help if you let me."

The boy tensed up, swirling blue eyes searching through his very soul, that same unpleasant feeling from earlier returning. You could practically see the internal battle that his distrust seemed to be losing. He seemed to find something he could trust because he sighed, his shoulders sagging. "Okay. But if you even think about hurting me, or my crew, in any way…" He left the threat open. The hero mentally applauded him for his rationality.

"I believe you. I'm not dumb. But what's your name? I can't keep calling you 'the boy'."

The raven hair froze. His shoulders sagged and he slowly let his sword fall. "You can call me... Jake."

Flashback End

First Day

Time skip, that night; Scene change, 1-A Classroom; 3rd POV

He was nervous. Oh, he was so nervous, really he hoped he didn't have two very specific, very intimidating, people in his class. He walked with a classmate with sea-green eyes, olive skin, and a red bandana.

"Maybe we're in the same class, maybe everyone there is nice!" The other boy, Jake, once said optimistically.

The moment they walked into the room he was met with an eyeful of two very annoying, very intimidating people, arguing. "Take your feet off of that desk, now!" The blue-haired teen said rigidly.

"Huh?" The red-eyed teen said, not moving an inch, obviously amused by his reaction.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" The former scolded in one breath.

"You're kidding me right?! The old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it?" He seemed torn between laughing his ass off and sitting there baffled.

Midoriya, on the other hand, was suffering outside, and seriously contemplated leaving the school and never turning back. "Just my luck…" Jake gently tugged tugged him away, and opened the door, taking the scene in.

The uptight teen seemed to be lost for words before recovering. "All right, let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei private academy. I-" He was about to say more but whatever he could say was cut off by Bakugou.

"Somei hah? So you think you're better than me! I'm gonna have fun tearing you a new one!" He said louder than needed as if he had to yell to hear himself.

The boy with the glasses, Iida, stood straight, appalled. With a dramatic gasp, he said, "You would threaten me, your classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?" But Bakugou just grunted.

His eyes darted to the side and he stood tall and rigid, but he did a double take with a slight amount of reverie in his voice, as he said, "It's him."

The entire class followed his gaze and settled on the plain-looking student behind the boy in front of him at the door. The combined power of their gazes glues him to the spot, when he realizes they're directed at him he panics and offers an awkward, "hi…"

"Good morning!" The tall boy walks up to him in a very exaggerated way. He has his knees high, stomping, and his fists come up in response to this. He seems to do this subconsciously so everyone else could admire his superiority. "My name is Tenya Iida from the"

"YEAH! Yeah, I know." The plain-looking boy raised his hands in the universal sign for stop. He sighed in relief when he didn't have to hear that speech again, "I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you."

"And I'm Jake Never, please call me Jake. I think we'll be good friends by the end of the year!" He beamed, his tail wagging slightly. The entire class, including Iida, was in shock.

This was the boy who got around 110 points on the practical exam, and they did not expect the rusty English accent and the fact that he looks so much younger than the rest of them. He seemed to shine as bright as the sun, but the light he shined was as tender as the rays of the moon. None of them could get a grip on him.

"Oh, it's you!" A new perky voice shouted. It was the girl with pink skin and pink frizzy hair. "You're the one who saved me from the giant! I'm Mina Ashido and I was hoping you'd be in my class so I could thank you, and you are! Watching you take down the Zero-pointer was so awesome!" By the last word, she was already out of her seat and gave him a big bone-crushing hug. Jake didn't seem to mind.

"Thank you!" He hugged her back with as much enthusiasm as she did, reminding him of the way his crew would embrace when they were apart for a long time. "You're so welcome!"

When Iida got over his shock, he refocused his attention on Midoriya. "Midoriya. You realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?" The statement completely floored him.

"You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you're far superior to me." He seemed physically pained as I said this. "Um…" "I find that hard to believe."

"I recognize that messed up hair! Falling Boy!" When Midoriya turned to look, his cheeks turned pink and he gasped.

A short energetic girl with chestnut eyes and gravity-defying hair snuck up behind the green-haired boy. Jake had heard her coming from a mile away, opting to remain silent in case she wasn't in their class.

"Oh my gosh, it's that nice girl who talked to me!" His loud thoughts drowned out her enthusiastic recollection of events. "She looks good in that uniform."

"...was worried. That punch was amazing!" As she said this she raised her fist up and down, her short hair flying along with her movements.

"Oh hey Hi! Oh my gosh. So, uh, I should probably be thanking you for going in and talking to him." He said embarrassed. "Huh? How'd you know about that?" At this he stuttered even worse, frantically looking for a way to salvage the situation. Neither of them noticed the resentful ruby-red eyes glaring at them.

Flashback, to 3 Days after the Exam

"I can't believe we have not one, not two, but three students from our school heading off to U.A. this year." The teacher exclaimed excitedly. "And to think you're one of them Midoriya. It's a miracle!"

"It's nothing, sir," the wolf-eared raven said, "we just did our very best, and I know that we will use this tremendous opportunity to do so much better."

"Well, that's wonderful to hear! Well, off you go!"

Flashback time skip, end of the school day

The three boys parted ways, Jake going one way and the others going the opposite.

It wasn't even a minute until Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the collar and dragged him into an alley. Katsuki and Izuku grunt as the latter was thrown into the wall and pinned there. The shadow that cast over them did little to cover them.

"You must've cheated somehow right?" The words grew from a low growl to a roar.

"I'm supposed to be the first and only student from this crappy school to get into U.A., but you and that outsider had to go and screw that all up! I warned you not to apply!"

"Kacchan," the words were so quiet that he almost didn't hear them. "Someone I look up to told me, that I can become a hero. That's why I applied. That's why I'm going." The green-covered head twitched up and what Bakugou saw surprised him.

Izuku's eyes were nowhere near the weak nerd they were supposed to be, they were watery, yes, but they held rock-solid determination. And his face was contorted into a very fierce expression, hundreds of times fiercer than it had ever been. "Like it or not, you can't stop me!"

It was solid, yes, but everyone knows that rock can be reduced to rubble in seconds.

Flashback End

"I'm gonna ruin that little bastard." The voice in his head said. "Never too. Right after I figure out how they got in."

Back with the kids at the door, Jake's ear twitched as he heard a short rustle behind them, out in the corridor. He glanced at what made the sound before doing a double take. It was someone in a sleeping bag. Someone strikingly familiar.

His, because the beard gave it away, long tangled black hair was a stark contrast to the bright yellow bag. The full picture made him look like a deformed giant caterpillar. Their eyes locked up, vibrant sea blues locked with tired blacks. Suddenly it clicked.

"It's you… Aizawa…?" Jake asked.

The girl with chestnut hair stopped her rant and brought everyone's attention to everyone that there was a man in the hallway.

"If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now." By then, they were all staring at the person in horror, except for Jake, who was looking at him in raw confusion.

"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course." That confusion turned to realization as the zipper was pulled down and a scruffy-looking man stepped out.

"The only reason you knew I was here is that he knew," the man said, gesturing to Jake, "but it took eight seconds even after that fair warning for you guys to shut up. A lack of an attention span does not fly here. Time is precious, rational students would understand that," the man deadpanned.

"My name's Shota Aizawa. Your teacher," the man turned to his student. "And here, you'll call me 'Mr. Aizawa', or 'Eraserhead'. Am I clear?" He looked pointedly at the boy. "Crystal," he answered.

Whispers were starting to build, but there was one boy, one with green hair and stars in his eyes. "You know Eraserhead? The underground hero Eraserhead? That Eraserhead? He doesn't have them now but he normally has goggles over his eyes so he can erase the quirk of any villain of any quirk he comes across without them knowing! You knew him is so-" he rambled and rambled on.

"MIDORIYA!" He snapped out of his reverie, shocked at the sudden interruption. Jake shook his head, his hand on the greenette's shoulder. "Midoriya, you were muttering again."

The boy's face lit up red, suddenly embarrassed that a hero, one he didn't initially know heard him muttering. The hero spared him a glance, but his attention was entirely on Jake.

The class was staring with a mix of awe, fear, and apprehension. If he were anyone else, he would have shrunk at the intensity of all their eyes at the same time.

There was also confusion and whispers started to build. Though they were effectively extinguished by a sharp glare from the man.

The words that were said in the man's droning voice snapped everyone that wasn't, to attention. "All right, let's get to it. Put these on," he gestured to the blue and white sports uniform, "and get outside."

Scene Change, U.A. Courtyard; Aizawa's POV

When we left the classroom, the boys and girls entered their respective changing rooms. They all changed into their uniforms.

With that settled and out of the way, the students all walked out into the courtyard, anxiously waiting for when they go to orientation. They were all in for a rude awakening.

"What? A quirk assessment test?" The class shouted simultaneously. Jake, the only one who noticed me, was the only one who didn't seem to understand what it was. It was only after a second that the realization crossed his face and he also looked indignant.

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" The girl with brown eyes and pink cheeks dispaired.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies," I interrupted. We didn't have time for all this whining.

"Here at U.A., we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit." I said firmly. Turning my head to settle my dull eyes on the students to drive the point home. The students gasp, most likely seeing the reality of the situation. If it came down to it, I could make their lives hell.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before." I raised a school-given device with the names of every test they would take.

"The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational." I added, more forcefully. "One day the Ministry of Education will learn." I slightly eased up.

"Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam, without being homeschooled. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?"

"Sixty-seven meters, I think." There was an edge to his voice.

"Right. Try doing that with your quirk." He grabbed the ball from my hand and walked into the big circle. "Anything goes, just stay in the circle." He just stood there, assessing me. "Go on, you're wasting our time."

That made him react. He raised his arms and gave them a good stretch. "All right man, you asked for it."

He planted his feet firmly on the ground as if a great wind threatened to topple him over. His face held a strong calmness, not in the way that makes you feel your worries are gone, it was static. Rock solid. Suddenly the attitude changed. His lips curled into a snarl, and his body bent down like an animal, he threw all his weight into the ball that went flying. "DIE!" The ball cut threw the air, propelled by the explosions flying out from the palms of his hands.

The beep registered. "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities," the ball bounced and the device in my hand blinked to my attention, "it's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." I held the device up to the class and showed Bakugou's score, 705.2 meters.

The score may be impressive, but the student's reactions, however, were not. Everyone gasped, some rambled about how fun this would be. I instantly cut them off.

"So this looks fun, huh?" I said in a low voice, each of the student's eyes widened and their bodies froze. I could almost hear the way their heart rate quickened.

"You have three years here to become a hero. Do you think it's all gonna be games and playtime? Idiots." I snarled, Hizashi would say I sound manic at times, this would be one of them. My sharpened eyes bore holes into their foreheads, perspiration forming on their necks.

"Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential," I say, a wolfish grin spreading over my face. "Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately."

The only two students that didn't panic were Bakugou, the static but fierce, and Never, the perceptive and resourceful. From what I can tell, I'll have some work cut out for me when it comes to the blonde. The raven hair on the other hand… "No bias." I chided myself.

However, the one I truly want to break was the plain boy, the one whose name I haven't even bothered to remember, he was going to leave anyway.

"As I said, I get to decide how this class runs." I bring my hand to my face and brush all the hair out. I didn't know what I looked like but judging by the way some of the kid's eyes showed fear for a split second, I had an idea. "Understand?"

"If that's a problem, you can head home right now." I challenged. If the way their shoulders squared and their eyes hardened in resolve had anything to say about it, they took it.

"You can't send one of us home!" …Or so I thought. "I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" The girl with short brown hair, Urarakka, said.

That is my segway. "Oh, and you think natural disasters are?" At that, the kids gasped, probably have never looked at it that way. "Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic events that wipe out whole cities?" They will learn if I have anything to say about it.

"No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond, Plus Ultra-style." I raise my hand, curling my finger at them. In the universal gesture for, "bring it on".

"Show me it's no mistake that you're here." The classic 'break you down and build you up' teaching style. Gets the job done.

The students lined up along the 50-meter track, and I randomly called two of them to the starting line. "Asui Tsuyu and Never Jake." The two kids took their respective places lanes and knelt into the starting position.

Tsuyu crouched down into a froglike position, the one frogs would use when they want to jump from one stone to the next. Fitting for a quirk like hers. Jake, however, got onto his hands and feet in a position that wild dogs would have when they catch their prey.

I pressed the button and it started yelling. "On your mark, get set, ready?" A gunshot fired, and they were off, "3.71 seconds." That is when Jake crossed. "5.58 seconds." That is when Asui crossed.

Nothing much happens for the rest of the assessment, aside from the impressive scores that many of the students had.

Shoji had the highest score on the grip test, he broke the grip, and his score was 540 kilograms. Mineta used the balls on his head to get the greatest score in the repeated side step. Bakugou did the best in the standing long jump. Other than that, nothing particularly noteworthy comes into play, until the ball is thrown.

The green-haired kid stood in the circle, clutching the ball in his hand. He looked like he was seriously contemplating something. There was no use for that. I waited until I saw that determined glint shine in his eyes like they do in all my students. "Here it comes."

He got into the throwing position and I saw the veins in his arms glow brilliantly at the display of power. No more of that. I closed my eyes. When I snapped them open I felt a rush of energy rushing into them. They glowed a blood red as all my senses heightened. The ball that would have shot into the air like a cannon fell to the ground at a measly distance of 46 meters.

The boy shook slightly, staring at his hand in horror. "Huh…? What gives…? I was trying to use it just now."

"I erased your Quirk," I say, snapping him out of his obvious spiral. My capture weapon unraveled from its place on my neck, and my hair followed its example. They both cleared out of my eyes, defying gravity, and casting a grand shadow over the boy.

"The judges for this exam were not rational enough," I snarled. "Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

"You erased my quirk…" he said as if it had just dawned on him.

"You're not ready. You don't have control over your power." I say bluntly. He was startled as if it had just been put into words.

"Were you planning to break your bones again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?" I said condescendingly. "No! That's not what I was trying to do!"

At the last word, I instantly grabbed the edge of my weapon, launching it at him. The scarf grew taught when it was successfully around him as the sound of a whip was heard. I quickly reeled him in. Our faces are not even 18 centimeters apart.

"No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know. One who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend," I knew he knew who I was talking about. He was just around the corner, watching us, and I knew exactly what for.

"But even with that drive, you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down," I say harshly, he needed to know the cold, harsh truth. "I'm sorry, Midoriya. With your power, there is no way you can become a hero."

With one last powerful glare, I closed my eyes and let my hair drape over my shoulders. As a result, my capture weapon untied itself from Midoriya's body, and it settled back around my neck, making look like an inconspicuous scarf.

"I've returned your impractical Quirk. Take your final throw," I scoffed. "Hurry up and get it over with." I left him in the middle of the circle, he seemed to be deep in thought, muttering.

I grew slightly impatient. "Is he going to use his Quirk and have to forfeit the rest of the exams like a fool?" I raised my chin to the sky, lifting my hand and holding my eyedrops. I dropped one drop into each eye. "Or admit defeat and settle into last place? Either way, he doesn't belong here."

He stood there, staring blankly at the ground before he tensed his muscles and gritted his teeth. "A waste of a Quirk," I thought, exasperated. He took a step, brought the ball back, and, like a baseball pitcher, threw it.

"SMAAASH!"

Like a bullet, it shot out of his hand. The impact was so loud, that my ears started ringing. It looked exactly like when Bakugou threw the ball. This may not have had an explosion, but it accelerated so fast that it broke the sound barrier.

The muscles in my face went slack in shock as I saw the number on the meter. 705.3 meters.

"A throw like that requires a lot of force," I thought. "Did he focus all that power into one finger?"

I quickly schooled my expression as Midoriya spoke to me.

"Mr. Aizawa…" He says winded, curling his hands into a fist, carefully slotting his shattered finger into place. "You see? I'm still standing…!"

A wolfish grin spread over my face. "This kid…"

The cheers, exclamations, and praises build. "But that's not all," I thought, suddenly smelling smoke.

"Deku, you bastard, tell how you did that or you're dead!"

Author Notes: Sorry I was gone for so long. But I'm back with another chapter bitches!