"Ever- Everything?" Izuku nervously asked, stepping back as he did so.
"All of it. All Might's injury, him passing One for All on - and other things, too. His fight wasn't against some random villain, it was… something else. An antithesis to One for All. I couldn't really tell more - it was all muddled, but… you need to be careful. In more than one way." Justin explained, as best he could.
"I - I…" Izuku began, before someone turned the corner onto their road.
"Hey! We need to be leaving! Get a move on!" The unknown person shouted, and waved them on. Izuku and Justin exchanged glances - one nervous, one worried - as they left.
One Week Later
"Justin, you will be going to U.A.!" The voice of that hero said. Justin smiled - it was obvious he would be going. 87 Villain Points alone, with an additional 5 Rescue points. First place by 15 Points, overall.
He scrolled through the leaderboard, seeing the names of both Izuku Midoriya and Iida Tenya within the top twenty. They'd be in the same class.
One Week Later
He slowly began to walk through the halls. Even with years of training, he couldn't safely go above 1000 Percent, unless he wanted to -
"Justin!" Izuku shouted, running up besides him. Justin turned, simply waving a hand and shooting a smile to him.
"Hey, where is the classroom anyways?" Izuku asked. Justin pointed around the corner, as they approached. Suddenly, Midoriya stopped for a second.
"Why do I suddenly know the map of this place?" Izuku asked, turning to Justin for a explanation.
"I put it there, it'll help later. I memorized it, so it wasn't too hard." Justin commented, as the two approached a large door. It had a massive 1A on it, printed in hard red lettering.
"I guess this is it, ain't it?" Justin commented, and he pushed the door open. Immediately, two voices could be heard bickering over something.
"Take your feet off the desk!" Iida shouted at Bakugo, who turned and responded with anger. Justin sighed, turning to Izuku - or at least, he thought he was.
Behind him, Izuku seemingly trembled with fear, staring at the blonde-haired boy. Justin made a quick scan, remembering the boy from Izuku's memories.
"You're Bakugou Katsuki, aren't you?" Justin asked. The kid turned - and immediately stood up. Iida sighed, and sat back down.
"And who the hell are you, background character?!" Bakugou shouted, anger rushing through his voice.
"Justin Gray. You may have seen me, above you on that score chart. I hope you aren't angry, at least." Justin said, pushing the angry kid out of the way. He sat down, right up front and in Bakugou's previous seat. He used his quirk to move the boy's bag from the seat to the one next to him.
"You mother-" Bakugou began, before a rough voice interrupted him.
"All of you need to sit down." A man in a yellow sleeping bag stood, and the class seemingly reeled back in shock. Justin included, before he scanned.
"Aizawa-sensei."
"Get your gym uniforms on, we're going out." Aizawa whispered before leaving. Justin stood and immediately prepared to go outside.
"Everyone else is behind you. Why stay here? Go and take control of it all. You can."
Justin stood straight rapidly. Beside him, Kirishima turned to see the kid, getting his uniform on, suddenly begin to sweat.
"Hey! You okay?" Kirishima asked nonchalantly.
"Oh! Uh, I'm fine. Just a little nervous." Justin lied. Kirishima simply nodded, and went back to putting on his uniform. Justin finished, going outside as the others slowly streamed out.
For a few minutes, the others arrived. Aizawa seemed calm, but Justin saw through him with just a glance.
Anger, it seemed to run through him. Not aggressive anger - passive anger, at people seemingly being ineffective.
"You all took eleven minutes to assemble. Time is valuable. Do not waste it like you did." Aizawa said quickly. The class seemed to collectively gulp, but for a few exceptions.
"We will be doing physical exams. Eight tests. However, unlike at your previous schools, you all may use your quirks to assist you." The class' spirits seemed to uplift at that, and Aizawa waited.
"8 Seconds, compared to 9 before. You're improving."
"Justin, you scored first on the Practical Exam. How far could you throw before, without using your Quirk?" Aizawa questioned.
"41.5 Meters."
"Come up here and throw. You may use anything to assist your throw, including your Quirk, but you must stay within the circle. You may throw now."
Justin jogged over, and immediately pulled his arm back when he received the ball. He channelled that familiar energy, and began to throw.
"Impact, 1000 Percent!" He shouted, throwing the ball forwards. A shockwave rattled the area as the ball passed supersonic speeds. It soon became but a small dot in the distance, and began to descend, passing out of sight, it seemed.
The screen in Aizawa's hands flashed, and a number was revealed. He read it, and turned it over to let the crowd - and Justin - see.
1,108.4 Meters
"What?!" Kirishima yelled, and the class went wild.
Across the tests, Justin continued to dominate. At least, up until the 50 Meter Dash.
"You ready to go, you damn secondary!" Bakugou yelled, as him and Justin stood at the starting line. Justin smirked, and then -
"If you don't want to go all out, I will."
The simulated start gun went off, and a massive - force rocked the entire school. It's epicenter was on Justin himself. He rocketed forwards, blasting past the finish line, and far beyond. The damage was already done.
Bakugou was blasted away, and the few near the point of convergence were shot away. At the end of the blast, Justin kneeled several hundred meters away, his eyes turned a pure red.
Aizawa turned and immediately triggered his quirk, and the boy fell to the ground, unconscious.
"What happened?" Nezu asked as he walked into the currently overfilled nurse's office, seeing both teacher and students coated in dust, scratches, and more.
"That bastard tried to kill us all!" Bakugou shouted, his chest, right arm, and right leg wrapped in bandages, bloodstains across them. Others had similar injuries, who had been close to the point of impact.
Izuku, perhaps second closest to the impact, spoke up first.
"He - his eyes… before it happened, his eyes went all red, like they were filling with blood. He looked pained, and then - I - I don't know. He just went off."
Nezu turned to the other students, and they all seemed to nod in agreement. Of course, one student was missing from the room - Justin himself.
Still outside, Aizawa stood over the boy's body, laying there. He hadn't moved a muscle since the moment he had gone down, but still - better safe than sorry. Something odd, though, happened every time he tried to touch or move him - a force pushed him back. Seemingly, the child's quirk was still active, even if he was entirely unconscious.
"Well, at least -"
The boy suddenly awakened, lifting himself from the dirt. Aizawa tensed, and after making eye contact, the boy sighed.
"It went off, didn't it?"
Aizawa looked questioning.
"Million Percent. It happens, sometimes - I… I… I've been trying to control those bursts for a while. It hasn't happened in years." Justin explained.
One Million Percent. One Million pounds of force.
"Well, you're in more than a little bit of trouble." Aizawa commented, blinking as he did so. The boy's powers came back, and he rapidly did something Aizawa did not expect. The boy seemingly dragged him into some sort of - mindscape. His own mind.
"What - why did you take me here?" Aizawa asked quietly.
"I need someone to see. You were closest." Justin explained.
"See what, exactly?"
"That thing back there, wasn't me. It was - whatever the hell is inside of me. I need someone to know, and be ready for, the next time it happens."
Something loomed over the two, as a dark presence seemingly loomed over them. It closed rapidly. Aizawa tensed, and prepared for battle. If this thing was as powerful as it seemed…
It began to concentrate and manifest, and close into…
"What are you so afraid of?"
The voice boomed across the place, bouncing off the invisible walls and reflecting down onto them. It didn't seem unfriendly, but wasn't friendly either. The sound finally stopped, and the two others inside were suddenly teleported, seated at a table.
"Come on, let's talk."
Aizawa tried to stand, only to find himself unable to leave the seat. He sighed, and reached for the seeming beverage in front of him. Justin was rigid, his face full of fear.
"Well, let me introduce myself. I am the Infinity, that power inside our Justin over here that he doesn't want to admit he has. I tried to show his true strength by going to One Million Percent, but it - backfired. I guess I should apologize, but I don't know, probably not. At least -"
"Shut up." Justin whispered in absolute anger. Aizawa looked at him, and turned back to 'Infinity'.
"What? I was just trying to push you-"
"Every time you've done that, you end up hurting people!" Justin shouted, standing as he did so. Infinity was utterly vexed; absolute power was at his fingertips. Why not use it?
"You hurt me by doing it."
That's the end of Chapter Two. I know it's short, but I tend to write in short bursts rather than massive pieces. Maybe I should wait in between publishing, but I don't like to keep people waiting either.
Well, in summary - Justin's got secrets, that few people know about. In case you couldn't tell, that may or may not be a bad thing, especially considering this incident. Hope you all enjoy!