Hello everyone, and Happy New Year! I'm posting this right as it turns 2018 for me. I hope everyone had a good year, and I'm looking forward to the new year. I'm also sorry I wasn't able to post earlier, as due to a few different factors, I wasn't able to write for a while.

One last thing, before I finish my note, please review. I haven't gotten any reviews for this yet, and I would love to hear what you would think. I'm a little proud of his quirk and want to hear what you think about it. Even if you think it sucks, I want to hear why. Oh, and I'll go into detail on what the quirk is in the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

I looked around the room as I stood in the doorway. Some guy with glasses was having a one-sided conversation with the curly-haired guy. I closed the door after Keiti entered after me. I saw a spiky-haired guy with his feet up on the desk, some blonde guy was sparkling, and the raven guy from the exam was in the back. "So this will be a pretty interesting class, what do you think?"
"Well, we're in a school for heroes what would you expect?" Then someone bumped into my back.

"I'm so sorry!" I turn around and saw a shorter girl behind me.

"No, I'm sorry, I was standing in the doorway, it's my fault." I stepped to the side and let her pass. She quickly found this curly haired kid and started talking with him, wildly waving her arm around. An interesting class indeed.

"If you're going to be hunting for buddies do it elsewhere." I turned around and looked down. I saw a guy with black hair in a mummy sleeping bag. Hey, that's the guy who sent me my letter. "This is the department of heroics!" He said, sucking on a packet. I guess he wanted applesauce.

I turned to my cousin. "Lets, oh, you already sat down." I sat down in the back, it's out of habit by now.

Our teacher stood up at the front of the room, and it took about seven seconds for everyone to quiet down. "Hmm, it took you lot eight seconds to quiet down." Oh, I was mistaken. "Life is short, kids, you're all lacking common sense. I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta, pleasure to meet you." We all just kind of stared at him as he pulled out bodysuits. "Wear these, immediately. Then shove off to the P.E. grounds."

I quickly changed into the bodysuits he gave us, somehow they fit everyone perfectly, and ran over to the playground, I mean P.E. grounds. Aizawa was waiting for us. "Today we will have a quirk apprehension test."

"A quirk apprehension test!?" Someone yelled out.

"Yes, that's what he just said." I said under my breath. Keiti hit me in the back of my head. At least she didn't use her quirk this time. That really hurts.

"What about the ceremony? And the guidance counselor meeting?" The girl that bumped into me earlier asked.

"If you want to be heroes, we don't have time for such niceties." Aizawa quickly answered. "You all understand the school's reputation for freedom on campus. Well, that 'freedom' applies to us teachers too." That must be nice. In my first life, I had a teacher as a dad. He wasn't very free. The state told him exactly what to teach and how to teach it. Then they kept changing it. He was still an amazing teacher though. Tai was a teacher too, but he taught at Signal, which was very different.

Aizawa started explaining what we were going to do, honestly, I didn't pay attention, my mind went off on a tangent about all of my parents. Then I just got mad thinking about this life's parents. I got jolted back to reality with one of the kids yelling "Die!" with an explosion in the background.

"Before anything else, one must know what they are capable of. This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your 'Hero Foundation.'" Everyone started talking to each other but Aizawa was able to pick out each voice from the crowd. "It looks fun… you say? So you were planning to spend your three years here, having a good ol' time? What happened to becoming heroes? All right then, in that case, new rule: the student who ranks last in total points will be judged 'hopeless' and instantly expelled." He smiled and pulled up his bangs. He seriously looks insane, how did he become a hero? "Our 'freedom' means we dispense with students as we please! Welcome to this… The Department of Heroics!"

Trial 1: The 50-meter dash

I put my feet on the metal stands and summoned my sword. I held it back, then when we were given the signal, I thrusted, my sword carrying me forward, quickly crossing the line. "4.63 seconds."

"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the sky. "KEITI, COULD YOU HELP ME FOR A SECOND?"

She jogged over. "Did you dislocate your shoulder again?"
"CAN YOU JUST HELP?"

"Sure." She put her hands on my shoulder and rammed it back into place. I puffed up my cheeks and my face started turning red. "You okay?"

I let my breath out, saying "Shut up." in the process. "But thank you."

"No problem."

Trial 2: The grip strength test

I couldn't figure out a way to use my semblance on this one. But some guy with tentacles and Keiti destroyed it, with 540 KGF and 584 KGF respectively.

Trial 3: The standing long jump

I did the same thing as the dash but controlled my semblance, I mean quirk, so I didn't dislocate my shoulder again.

Trial 4: Sustained sideways jumps

These sucked, I don't want to talk about it.

Trial 5: The pitch

I held the ball in my left hand and tossed it in the air. I hit it with my sword, sending it flying, doing almost as good as explosion dude. I had to step into my swing, almost spinning in a circle, so that I didn't dislocate my shoulder again.

Trail 6: Endurance running

I lasted decently long, but wasn't the best by far.

Trial 7: Seated toe touch

I thought about using my quirk to dislocate my shoulders, so I could actually touch my toes, but decided against it, as that would hurt a lot.

Trial 8: Upper body exercises

To be honest I've always hated upper body exercises. But I've gotten better, and these weren't too bad.

"Oh yeah, that whole 'expulsion' thing was a lie. It was a logical ruse to pull out your best performances." Well, I wasn't really worried. Keiti did better than me, of course, but I was a close second. To her, not overall.

"WHAT?" Most people yelled. One girl tried to act like she knew it all along, while I only thought…

"Oh, well that makes sense."

"And… right. Yep. With that, it's over. Your curriculum sheets are in the classroom so give them a once-over. And Midoriya, go to Recovery Girl and get yourself patched up. Since your eyeballs will doubtless pop out of their sockets at tomorrow's absurd ordeal." He handed the curly haired kid, now named Midoriya, a piece of paper.