The changing rooms were a flurry of activity. "Okay, what is our teacher making us change into our sports uniforms for?" Mina wondered, pulling her top over her head.

"Dunno. Probably something crazy if it's anything like the exam," Jirou commented.

"True, wouldn't put anything past them." Mina looked over at Midoriya, who was staying quiet for the most part. "What do you think, Midoriya?"

"Me?" When Mina nodded, Midoriya looked off to the side. "W-well, U.A is known for being a bit… unconventional? Which they get away with by being the best in the country, really."

Mina grinned, pumping a fist. "Whatever it is, we can crush it like we beat the exam!" When the rest of them stared at her she grinned. "We beat out like three hundred other people, didn't we?"

Tsuyu nodded, a more determined look on her face than before. "Mina's right, kero. We all made it in, so we're just going to have to deal."

As they filed out, she looked up at Midoriya. It was honestly pretty crazy to think that one of your classmates has legs that were almost as long as you were tall. "Say, your hair looks incredible! What kind of product do you use?"

Once again Midoriya seemed to freeze up. "Uh… G-Getsuhime Moisturising Formula. F-for Fur."

Tsuyu nodded. "It really brings out the gloss. I use their aquatic brand."

Midoriya lit up a bit. "It looks like it works really well - your hair is really smooth, Asui."

"Please, call me Tsuyu. No need to be formal, kero."

As Midoriya spluttered, Mina grinned at her. "Come on, Midori! It's okay if she asks you to call her that!"

Mina couldn't help but smile as Midoriya awkwardly flustered about properly introducing herself. Tsuyu seemed to find it amusing as well, a slight smile on her face. Jerks had given her crap about her appearance before but she had never really cared.

Still, the first day of Hero school and already she'd made a couple of friends!

—

Shouta was mildly impressed when his students got onto the grounds in good order. Better than the last lot he'd had at least. "Good. Now that you're all here… We're doing a Quirk Assessment."

He hid a smirk as the class collectively gasped. "What?!"

Uraraka looked at him with a confused expression. "W-what about the Entrance ceremony? Or the Guidance sessions?"

"Guidance sessions can come later. You don't have time to waste on things like the Entrance Ceremony." Especially since Nedzu had a tendency to drone on and on and he wasn't allowed to fall asleep. "We are known for our freestyle education, after all."

The class gave him confused looks. He gave them a look. "You've all done those 'no-Quirk' fitness tests in middle school, right? The softball throw, the 50 metre dash, grip strength… you get the picture."

He shook his head. "The Board of Education wants to pretend that Quirks never happened for the sake of their precious averages, but it's futile. Might as well get it over with and just let you use your Quirk."

Shouta levelled a stare at what he considered the prime example of this irrationality. Midoriya Ikumi squirmed a bit under his gaze. "Midoriya, you placed first in the exam. How far could you throw a softball?"

She looked away. "Um… It was recorded as, uh… fifty metres?"

The rest of the class looked confused at that, Midoriya looking to the side. Shouta could see that Shoji and Asui didn't look surprised. Internally he sighed at another bit of stupidity the Board of Education insisted on - heteromorph types had to hold back to normal human scores. "Hmph. And how far did it actually go?"

"About… two hundred? I-I wasn't able to properly measure it-"

Shouta tossed her a softball, which she fumbled and was forced to bend over and pick it up. In her massive furry hand it looked more like a small apple. "Right. Throw the ball as hard as you can, using your Quirk in whatever way you see fit. Don't leave the circle to do so."

Midoriya hesitated. "S-shouldn't I have a, um, bigger ball? It wouldn't be fair-"

Shouta gave her a flat stare, but internally gave her a point for caring about such things. "Life isn't fair. In this case, it's unfair in your favour."

"Throw the damn thing already, Midori!" Bakugou yelled. Shouta shot him a glare, which the teenager ignored.

Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "Um, sensei? If-if you would approve it, I could make her a larger ball if you show me the schematics."

…These kids were shaping up to be good. That was bad - good kids meant that he had to worry rather than let them drop out into a less life-threatening field. "Not unreasonable, Yaoyorozu."

"What do you mean, make a larger ball?" Midoriya cocked her head to the side slightly before her eyes widened. "Oh, is that your Quirk? Because that's… that's so interesting."

Pulling up the design for the balls on his phone, Shouta handed it over to Yaoyorozu. She blinked, humming as she went over the design. "That should be it."

Then she unzipped her shirt, eliciting concerned shouting from Jirou and Midoriya as well as a whoop from Mineta and Kaminari. He glared at them and they looked away awkwardly. Jirou gave them both the stink eye, a couple of other classmates raising their eyebrows.

… Could be a problem, but only if it interfered with the tests. Hopefully he could nip that kind of behaviour in the bud before it became a problem. Nobody wanted another Captain Celebrity case.

Her stomach sparkled with light and a larger version of the ball appeared. Midoriya looked at it with wonder. "Whoa… So your Quirk lets you make anything you want? That's so cool!"

"Well, I have to know how it's made, but… yes, just about anything." Yaoyorozu beamed at Midoriya.

Shouta raised a mental eyebrow. So far Midoriya wasn't acting like his typical model of typical students with a strong Quirk, nor like students who came in with natural size and bulk. Those students tended to think that training was beneath them, that their natural size and Quirk would be enough.

Those kinds he was used to forcing out.

And he had seen her pass up robots in the exam that she should have been able to beat. Shouta had assumed it was an arrogant thing, a way of showing 'I don't need all those points.' Maybe not.

Midoriya picked the enlarged ball up, looking at it with narrowed eyes. Then she sucked in a breath before sticking the ball in her mouth. Shouta barely reacted as she breathed a massive column of flame, the ball shooting off with it.

…Reasonably creative, at least. More than most of the larger students I've dealt with at least.

Shouta held up his phone, displaying the score - 749 metres. "Good. Now we have a better idea of your limits, we're a step closer to figuring out what kind of hero you will be."

Midoriya blinked, an awestruck look on her face. The rest of the class seemed to be in a similar mood.

Kaminari grinned at a neighbour. "We can use our Quirks however we feel like? Awesome!"

As the students started to talk amongst themselves, Shouta sighed. Time to see what they were made of.

—

Ikumi shivered when she saw Aizawa's stare lock onto Kaminari. A dark aura seemed to come off the quiet teacher. "Oh? Awesome?"

His glare swept over the whole class. "You think your three years here will be all fun and games? Then here's a game: the person who gets the lowest score on these tests will get expelled."

For a moment, everybody stood still. Then they reacted. "Hold on!" Uraraka shouted. "That's not fair-"

"Life isn't fair. Anybody who tells you otherwise is selling something," Aizawa shot back. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Villain attacks, natural disasters… Those aren't fair either. When you're a Hero, your job will be correcting that unfairness."

Ikumi frowned at him. She was well aware that life wasn't fair. "E-even so, it's our first day…"

"Were you expecting U.A to be easy? We're going to put you through the wringer." Aizawa smiled, or more accurately bared his teeth. "That's Plus Ultra for you - do whatever you have to do to overcome it."

Ikumi swallowed anxiously.

—

Katsuki shoved Midori in the side as they got ready for the fifty metre dash. While he disliked the Hobo Teacher, that challenge he'd issued had lit a fire in him. Katsuki wanted to get the first to end all firsts and rub it in the guy's face. "Get ready to lose, Midori," he growled.

Midori gave him a curt nod, trying to brace properly against the tiny footsteps. Katsuki paused as they got ready. An idea for how to ace this thing came to mind and he smirked. When they were given the go-ahead he activated his Quirk in both hands, flinging himself forwards with the force.

"4.13 seconds," the robot intoned. Midori came just behind. "5.01 seconds."

He raised an eyebrow. "Eat shit Midori! I beat you!"

"I-I could have beaten you back in Aldera if they-they let me," she shot back.

Katsuki snarled at that. Aldera had told Midori to 'walk it,' since she would have otherwise gotten it. Midori had tried to run properly one time and had gotten a verbal reprimand to 'not use your Quirk' in school.

Hobo Teacher was right about being able to use your Quirk for school, at least.

—

Mezo looked over at Ikumi as she got ready for the grip strength test. "How do you feel about using your Quirk like this?"

Ikumi paused, picking up the grip strength machine, conveniently upsized for her by Yaoyorozu. "Honestly? I-I've done some training at the gym, but it feels… I don't know, different when you're doing it for an official school event."

He wrapped his hands around the grip strength machine, and squeezed it shut. "What kind of training?"

"Strength and endurance, and a bit of flexibility - I want to be able to fit in most buildings." Ikumi looked at it consideringly, then placed the machine in her mouth, biting down hard. The metal beneath her jaw creaked under the force.

In spite of himself, he blinked. Then he shrugged - animal heteromorphs tended to have stronger bites. His own strength test read 580 kilograms, over ten times what he had gotten in middle school. It made sense - he had been training each arm at the gym as well as using them together.

Sero looked at him admiringly. "Whoa, 580 kilos? Hot damn, are you a gorilla or an octopus?"

"Octopus… that's pretty sexy," Mineta mumbled. Mezo was a bit thrown by that - he hadn't really heard anybody from his hometown call him that before. A lot of other things, but never 'sexy.'

Yaoyorozu's eyes widened as Ikumi pulled her grip strength tester out, pausing as she screwed a vice shut on her own. "N-nine hundred kilograms?!"

The rest of the class stared at it, causing Ikumi to shrink back. Mezo had to agree with the general shock the class felt. Having a bite almost equal to a ton was scarily impressive.

Ikumi blushed, taking it out of her mouth. "I-I knew I had a strong bite but I didn't know it was that strong. I-I didn't even use the other part of my Quirk for it."

Next to her, Bakugou seethed. "Don't think that means you're better than me!"

"I-I think it does, Kacchan. In this event at least."

Mezo gave her a thumbs up. "That's close to a shark's bite, Ikumi. Nice work."

Mina whistled. "Hot damn, girl!" She gripped her tester, concentrating. Pink sparks travelled up her arm as she squeezed before it settled. "Two hundred kilograms and change!"

Ikumi looked over at the pink skinned girl with a curious look on her face. "I thought your Quirk was to do with acid, but super strength and electricity as well?"

Mina looked up. "Uh-'

She looked over excitedly. Mezou recognised the look in her eye, having seen it when she was talking to him about his Quirk. "Well, my Quirk has two aspects to it - well, three if you count the mutative aspect. But this is really interesting! You make acid in your body to release from your hands and feet, right?"

The pink skinned girl looked a bit overwhelmed. "Yes?"

Ikumi tugged on her bottom lip, appraising Mina. "Quirks with dual aspects tend to be related in some way. Is your Quirk a stockpile one by nature? Where the acid in your body acts in a similar fashion to a battery and builds electrical impulses to stimulate and fuel additional strength?"

Mina paused, eyes wide. "...Yes. That's how it works."

Mezo shook his head slightly. It sounded a bit complicated to him but, then again, Ikumi was a huge fan of Quirks. But two aspects? He would have to ask Ikumi later.

—

Minoru wondered if he was in some special circle of hell as he got up for the standing long jump. Here he was, in a class whose girls were universally smoking hot, and he couldn't appreciate it! Every time he thought about the girls the threat of expulsion loomed in his head and banished his happy thoughts.

Still, he could hopefully be excused for staring at the unmistakable Midoriya as she took a similar page from Aoyama's book and propelled herself backwards with her fire, getting a ridiculously high score. If only he'd been as tall as her!

When she had walked into the class he had been stunned and more than a little envious of her height. He was used to being the absolute shortest person around but to see a girl almost three times as tall as you felt pretty humiliating.

Then he had looked at her chest, made some calculations and realised that they were each roughly the size of his torso. After that incredible mental image he had formed his resolve.

He was going to die smothered beneath them or he was never going to die. Too bad that their insane teacher was probably going to expel him.

Minoru was under no illusions about his strength - he was the size of a toddler! It wasn't that he hadn't exercised in preparation for U.A, it just wasn't his best area. He had a mean throw and could run fast but that wasn't much in the face of guys with engines in their legs.

Soon enough it was his turn for the jump. Fortunately he had a strategy. He pulled more and more balls from his head, stacking them into a pile. Then he braced against it, building as much force as he could. His balls flexed back, then shot him forwards with tremendous force, managing to get just over the white line.

Yaoyorozu pulled out one of those athlete's trampolines and did much the same thing, managing to go further than him. Minoru actually wanted to cry at that.

At least he got the undisputed highest score in the side to side steps, even if he had almost puked afterwards.

—

Mina looked at the softball, grinning determinedly. Okay, just remember All Might's advice! Clench your buttcheeks and yell…

One for All sparked up from her feet, travelling up her body and mixing with her acid. A huge amount built up just under her skin, only about as acidic as lemon juice. "ACID SMASH!"

A jet of high pressure acid mixed with her throw sent it cannon balling through the air. Mina huffed as it flew. Aizawa watched with tired eyes before holding up his phone. "750.6 metres," it read.

Mina took a deep breath. All Might's advice was working perfectly! It was pretty much the same control she used for her own acid - just with a lot more power to work with in dialing it around.

Most of One for All seemed to have gone into her acid - she could make so much more now and at higher pressure. She was going to have to thank Ikumi so much for describing a perfect way to explain how her Quirk had changed!

Everybody cheered at that. "You beat Midori's score!" Bakugou cackled, elbowing her in the side. The taller girl ignored it in favour of clapping.

Mina noticed that the boy with red and white hair - Todoroki - was glaring at Bakugou. She kind of wondered why he was doing that - maybe he didn't like his attitude? Bakugou seemed to be an asshole but Ikumi wasn't pushing him away or anything.

Then she got distracted when Uraraka blew everybody's scores for the softball throw out of the water. Aizawa barely blinked as he held out a phone displaying 'infinity,' while everybody else lost their minds.

Bakugou's own efforts managed to eclipse hers, managing an impressive 750.7 metres. Mina rolled her eyes as he smirked at the pair of them, Ikumi just shaking her head. "He's… pretty competitive."

Mina gave Bakugou a challenging grin. No way she was going to back down to him easily.

—

Aizawa swept his gaze over his current class. They panted, some looking more confident than others. Mineta in particular looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "Alright, time for the results."

Despite his seemingly lazy appearance, he had been keeping an eye on them as they went, ready to erase an out of control Quirk. And he was suitably impressed. Some students had turned out to be obvious powerhouses - Midoriya, Ashido and Bakugou had gotten some of the highest scores in various events. Others had been a bit more unexpected - he had like Yaoyorozu's approach, the girl having the right mindset for a Quirk with practically limitless application.

Seeing the girl just pull a moped out of her body and drive around for the endurance and fifty metre fash had been amusing. As had the cannon.

"Now, your total score reflects your performance totalled over all the events. I won't go into details, but I was watching how you applied your Quirk in each event. You'll just get the final results now."

A bit of a white lie - he had been watching for how they used it outside of events as well. Yaoyorozu had gotten extra points for helping Midoriya with fabricating equipment. Kaminari had charged a couple of his classmates' phones.

He tapped the hologram emitter, displaying the rankings. The Top Five had been contentious, but Yaoyorozu had taken the top spot, followed by Midoriya and Bakugou ,the larger of the pair staring in wonder while Bakugou gave a determined glare at the rest of the class. Todoroki gave everybody a neutral stare, while Ashido cheered at getting fifth place.

Aizawa gave the class a natural stare. "By the way, I was lying about expelling somebody."

Silence. Then-

"WHAT?!"

Mineta, who had been at the bottom, looked up at Aizawa with tears and snot pouring down his face. "You-I-THANG-THANG YOU!" he blubbered.

The short boy ran forwards to hug him. Aizawa easily sidestepped the boy and let him faceplant. "That was just a rational deception to bring out your best."

He smirked at them.

Yaoyorozu sighed. "Well, of course it was a lie. The top Hero school wouldn't expel students on the first day, after all."

Aizawa paused.

…She was technically right. The expulsion did go on their records but unless they were serious slackers or displayed truly abhorrent behaviour they got back in the next day. Mineta was a borderline case, but he had gotten his head in the game after that threat. Still, he would have to make sure that any perverted antics were swiftly dealt with.

Midoriya shook her head. "That's-that's a bit of a cruel trick, Aizawa-sensei."

Aizawa turned around. "Get changed and meet back at the classroom," he called over his shoulder. "The guidance sessions will start shortly so don't waste time."

As he left, he sighed. "Couldn't be more obvious, could you?"

—

All Might frowned at the younger man. "I didn't think you were the type to lie, Eraserhead. You expelled your entire class last year!"

Eraserhead sighed. "Yes. I gave them the same threat and even then they treated it like a game." He grinned. "So I let them stay in the General Course for a bit before re-enrolment. They took it a lot more seriously after that."

All Might could see the logic in that but it still chafed. He preferred using gentle encouragement to methods like Eraserhead's. The other teacher gave him a tired stare. "So, why are you here? Because I'm sure you could be using that muscle form in a more productive way."

"No. I just wanted to keep an eye on Ashido, Bakugou and Midoriya - I think they have serious potential." He looked at the man closely, having noticed his eyes widening very slightly. "And so do you."

Eraserhead paused. "...Midoriya surpassed my expectations of oversized students. She applied her Quirk well and she's clearly put in some training. And Ashido uses your irrational 'Smash,' callsign."

All Might shrugged. He was just happy to see that his advice on controlling his Quirk was working so well for Ashido. Maybe he was better at this teaching thing than he'd initially thought?

Still, he had a lesson to plan for their Heroics class.

—

The girls' change room was abuzz. Ikumi gave Yaoyorozu a wide smile as she awkwardly fumbled with her tie. "That was - you were incredible out there, Yaoyorozu! Your Quirk is amazing!"

Jirou grinned. "Gotta admit, seeing you pull a cannon out of your stomach was metal as hell."

Yaoyorozu blushed. "It-It was nothing, really…"

Ikumi glanced over at Ochako, the brown haired girl taking a deep breath. "And you threw that ball so far it went into orbit!"

"W-well, I-I just removed its gravity and then… threw it hard?" Uraraka squeaked.

"I have to admit, Midoriya, your performance was incredible as well, kero," Asui said.

Ikumi spluttered a bit. "I-I, what?" She wasn't really used to hearing things like that being said about her. Kacchan tended to be more confrontational, seeing it as more of a rivalry than anything else.

It was… pretty nice?

Hagakure bounced over. "Yeah! You were like, 'FWOOSH' and 'CRUNCH'! And you just acted really cool!"

Jirou grinned. "Girl power for the Top Two in the assessment test."

Ikumi and Yaoyorozu flushed simultaneously as the others cheered. "GIRL POWER!"

—

Katsuki was just pulling on his shirt when he heard Shitty Hair come up behind him. "Gotta say, that was manly as hell out there!" He shook his head. "I mean, overcoming an obstacle like that expulsion threat… U.A is awesome!"

Nerd-Jock chopped the air aggressively. "I must disagree about the expulsion threat being 'manly!' Our own teacher threatened to expel us only to reveal it was a ruse? How can we trust him in the future?"

He snorted. Hobo Sensei had meant it when he said that he'd expel a student. Bastard had changed his mind for some reason.

Grape Bitch sighed. "I'm glad he didn't! I-I was terrified that I'd miss out on seeing the smoking hot babes here!"

Bird Head shook his head. "Truly your heart is mired in darkness."

Katsuki glared at the Grape hard. "Fuck off with that shit, Grape Bitch."

Nerd-Jock glared at him. "Bakugou! That language is unbefitting somebody in the Hero course-"

He flipped the Nerd-Jock off. "It's like the Hobo teacher said - we're not here to have fun, we're here to learn how to be Heroes! We don't have time for meaningless shit!"

Nerd Jock looked affronted, while Shitty Hair shrugged. "Well, it's kinda crude but I see what you're going for, Bakugou! We all gotta do our best!"

Grape Bitch looked affronted. "Well, I guess you're the kind of guy who isn't interested in girls, considering you're not interested in the beauties on the other side of this wall." But he wisely didn't say anything else.

Katsuki threw on his blazer, then paused. He glared at the other bastard who had been staring at him when he thought he wasn't looking. "You got a problem, Half and Half?!"

The bastard simply glared at him, then turned and left. Katsuki snorted.

—

The rest of the day passed without any more insanity, seeming almost mundane compared to the insanity earlier in the morning. Ikumi glanced down to Yaoyorozu as she left. "Goodbye, Yaoyorozu. Have a nice evening!"

Yaoyorozu gave her a wide smile. "Thank you Midoriya. Hopefully tomorrow will be more conventional."

Katsuki stomped off. "Like anything's gonna be normal with Hobo Sensei." He turned around. "Hurry up Midori! I actually want to make the train!"

Ikumi shook her head. "Coming, Kacchan."

Mezou came over, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Mind if I walk with you guys to the train station?"

"Ah, no, sure!" Ikumi beamed at the multi-armed boy. "Don't mind Kacchan, he's a bit prickly."

Kacchan was waiting for them at the main door. "Took you long enough, Midori." He gave Mezou a look, then shrugged. "You did pretty well today, Octopus."

Ikumi was happy that Mezou apparently didn't take offence. "You and Ikumi were pretty dangerous out there as well."

"W-well, we both tried to train ourselves as much as possible, and Kacchan's parents let us do some practice in his backyard…" Ikumi trailed off.

Mezou nodded, letting his arm change into a mouth. "But it's different from being able to use your Quirk so freely."

Kacchan grunted. "Hobo Sensei was right. Speaking of…" he looked up at Midori intently. "You have any idea who he is?"

Ikumi paused. "W-well, it's just a theory but… I think he might be Eraserhead?"

Mezou paused. "I think I heard that name before. He's an underground Hero, right? Who can stop people's Quirks from working."

She nodded, Kacchan giving a considering look. "W-well, he wasn't a Hero I recognised immediately, and he would have to be good at being a Hero if-if U.A wanted to hire him, so I thought he had to be an underground Hero. I-I looked through some old posts and… I came across a description of Eraserhead that matched Aizawa?"

Kacchan barked out a laugh. "Good shit, Midori. You actually put your nerd brain to good use."

As they walked home, Ikumi couldn't help but feel confident. Meeting up with friends and making some new ones… it was almost more than she could have hoped for!

AN: First of all, Happy Holidays!

We've gotten the Quirk Assessment out of the way. I tried to make it interesting and hopefully I have.

Mineta has managed to stay in! Will he tone down the perversion or not? Only time will tell. Kicking Mineta out early is a bitch move and we don't do that in this house.

I might do exact scores in a different post, but suffice to say it was a bit different.

Mina has the hang of One for All, or at least holding back so that she doesn't break her bones! This is because her and All Might share the same brain cell regarding Quirk control. Mostly because I find it funny.

What does Todoroki want? Who knows?

Thank you Banchoking for editing.

Next time, we're going to have a bit more of a typical day, possibly even making it to All Might's lesson! Every comment gives me energy like I'm charging a Spirit Bomb to throw at my writer's block. I get so many ideas from comments it's unreal. So don't forget to comment, tell me what you enjoyed and what you didn't!