It is finally here, the first day at UA. How will one well known walking bomb anger Izuku? Can their teacher be trusted? Who gets their eye poked out? Read and find out.

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Chapter 19: The 1st Day

Izuku, dressed in his new school uniform, stood in front of the way oversized door of his new homeroom classroom. He breathed in deep. At least it wasn't Aldera and Uehara wasn't there, then again Bakugo might be and that was way worse. He pulled the door open, stepped inside, and could breathe normally again.

He had come early and the only ones in the classroom were Tenya, of course, and a tall girl with black hair in a spiky ponytail. Izuku raised his hand to greet Tenya and took up the seat in front of him next to the wall. He turned around to talk more easily.

"Seems we are actually here."

"I can hardly believe it," Tenya responded, "I have become more exited to attend here every day since the admission messages."

"Good for you."

Tenya looked at Izuku more seriously now.

"Still not exited at being here?"

"It's never been about where, just who."

Tenya didn't say anything about that, but his expression softened to a slight smile. They were quiet for a moment.

"So," the girl asked with little hesitation. "You two already know each other?"

"Oh, yes. My apologies, I should have introduced him properly!" Tenya declared. "This is Izuku Midoriya. We have been classmates for the past year and trained together for the entrance exams."

"My name is Momo Yaoyorozu," she responded. "It is quite impressive to have two people from the same class admitted to UA hero course. You two must have trained hard together."

"Three actually," Izuku corrected. "The third comes from a different school but we trained together. This is going to be the first time we are classmates. I wouldn't be here without them."

"So you are all friends and got here together. That sounds wonderful. Did they help you train to pass the exams?"

"It would be more accurate to say that he trained us," Tenya corrected. "Izuku is an amazing fighter and started helping us even before he chose to apply."

"I just wanted to help my friends," Izuku said. "I never had the chance before."

"What do you mean by that?" Yaoyorozu asked confused. Izuku inhaled quickly and glanced at Tenya, who nodded slowly in encouragement.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" Izuku asked quietly.

"The school already knows. You won't be able to hide it from your classmates and I don't think it would help you even if you did. It is not healthy to deny a part of yourself."

If only he knew.

"Is something wrong?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"We'll see," Izuku said only a little louder. "I haven't had the chance to help friends for most of my life, about ten years because in this society most people don't want to make friends with people who are quirkless or have a quirk they fear."

Izuku paused for a moment to let the words sink in as some more people arrived in the classroom.

"Guess who was a late bloomer with a quirk that didn't make anything better."

"I… have heard about people being mistreated for their quirks," Yaoyorozu said like it had been a legend she didn't fully believe. "Didn't think it could be that bad."

"Whatever you are thinking, think worse."

"Izuku, this isn't what you were supposed to say," Tenya intervened.

"Better she knows what the world is like outside her bubble, if she plans to save anyone in it," Izuku said and looked around right as a pink skinned girl and a red-haired guy came in.

"Same for the others."

The new duo heard him as both turned to look at him and the pink girl whispered something to the guy. Izuku couldn't help but wonder if she had suffered for her mutated appearance. At least the red-haired guy didn't seem to mind. Did they know each other?

At that moment Bakugo stepped into the class and his scowl locked onto Izuku faster than a missile defence radar. Izuku tensed and his face dropped to the tired stare Tenya and Hitoshi spent months trying to get rid of.

"What are you doing here villain?!"

"What does it look like? I am waiting for the teacher to come," Izuku answered. "How about you? Still not in an asylum?"

"You…!" Bakugo seethed, ready to jump at Izuku when a red-haired guy stepped between them.

"Chill dudes. We are all supposed to be classmates here so how about everyone calms down and we'll all try to get to know each other."

"I already know this scum," Bakugo said, "He has a quirk stealing quirk. He once stole my quirk. If you aren't careful, he might do the same to you."

Several people gasped and looked at Izuku with more wariness in their eyes.

"You know it was an accident," Izuku said with a blank expression and tired voice of someone who had repeated the same words a thousand times, "accidents tend to happen when people get their quirks, that's nothing unusual. Remember how you almost burned down the kindergarten? And you weren't even being attacked by bullies when your quirk appeared. How about the elementary school? Apparently, you're still having accidents, since at least a year ago your mother was still carrying a small fire extinguisher in her purse. At least I have control over my quirk now."

Someone giggled until he was silenced by a murderous stare from Bakugo.

"Also, I gave your quirk back as soon as I figured out how to."

"That's what you say. It's not like you had any options. You have always been jealous of my quirk and stole it the first chance you got." Mini explosions sparkled on Bakugo's palms. "How could UA of all schools let someone like you in?!"

"I could ask you the same," Izuku answered. "I also scored higher than you. I mean, how could they accept someone to a hero school that got zero rescue points?"

"Don't change the subject. There is no way a school like this could accept someone like you."

"Really?" Izuku asked. "That isn't what the principal told me last time we had tea. Didn't I already tell you about that? Not everyone is quite as bigoted as you."

Bakugo kept staring at him, seething, but clearly couldn't come up with anything intelligent to say. Izuku responded to his stare in kind for about five seconds until a familiar mess of indigo hair and sleep deprived eyes came through the door behind the walking bomb. Izuku instantly ignored Bakugo, most certainly to the hothead's annoyance, and waved his hand with a wide smile on his face.

"Hey, Toshi."

"Hey," Hitoshi responded, but his focus was on the back of Bakugo's head, fully realizing what was going on. He walked towards Izuku right past Bakugo, almost brushing against the boiling bucket of nitro-glycerine. "Seems we drew at least one short straw on the class assignment."

"Stay out of this!"

Bakugo slammed his arm to the side, pushing Hitoshi back and against the wall. Izuku jumped up from his seat, his whole body tense and ready to pounce. Flashes of blue flames appeared and disappeared across the backs of his hands. His fingers flexed. He could feel his All For One pulsing within him, thirsting to tear into Bakugo and rip the quirk out of him for good this time. Tenya's hand on his shoulder barely stopped him from attacking Bakugo right there.

Bakugo must have seen that intent in Izuku's stare as the angry Pomeranian took a step back and raised his hand, small explosions sparking on his palm.

"Well, that was quick," Hitoshi said.

"Shut u…" Bakugo said and froze, still mid-sentence. His eyes stared forward empty as the brainwashing took hold. Izuku blinked and relaxed a little. His focus moved onto Hitoshi.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. He really was quick to start trouble."

"Worse than I expected," Izuku said and sat back down, or more like collapsed on his seat, needing a few seconds to straighten out. He was still surrounded by people he didn't know or trust. The red-haired guy waved his hand in front of Bakugo's empty eyes.

"Brainwashing," Izuku explained and glanced back at Hitoshi. "Can you… put him somewhere else?"

Hitoshi nodded.

"Pick a seat on the other side of the room and sit down."

Without a word Bakugo turned around and walked slowly step by step across the room and past their dumbfounded new classmates.

"How long is he going to be like that?" The red-haired guy asked with some mix of curiosity and concern.

"Until I let him go," Hitoshi answered. "Unless you want to punch him in the face."

"And he will be okay after this?"

"Yes," Izuku answered this time. "I'm a little jealous. Could use some brainwashing to relax right now."

"Eh… I'll take your word for it," the red-haired guy said and offered his hand. "My name is Eijiro Kirishima."

"Izuku Midoriya," Izuku reached out to shake Kirishima's hand, but the red-haired guy was yanked back by… a tail?

"Hey, what gives?" Kirishima asked the tailed guy.

"Didn't you hear what he can do? You shouldn't touch him carelessly."

Izuku sighed.

"And so it begins," he said and pointed at the seat in front of him. "Give Toshi room so he can take that seat. If you want to keep distance, you can. I'll stick with people I can call friends."

"If you are just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now," a new voice said. Not exactly a friendly welcome but it did get everyone's attention. There was a large yellow sleeping bag laying by the door, with only the face of its occupant visible. The man seemed even more tired than Hitoshi.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." The man got up and opened the sleeping bag to get out of it. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

Izuku had hoped UA could at least offer a better education, but this guy seemed less interested in his job than even the Aldera teachers, and he better not mess with his friends. Still, the teachers here were supposed to be pro heroes. Izuku scanned the entire hobo looking man, focusing especially on the strange long scarf around the man.

"Hello, I am Shota Ai…"

"Eraserhead," Izuku said and received a stare that was somehow tired and angry at the same time as the man's eyes seemed to glow red. "Sorry," Izuku said, actually meaning it, at least mostly.

"Right, let's get to it," Eraserhead said and moved his attention from Izuku to pull something from his sleeping bag. It was an UA gym uniform. Izuku grimaced, hoping the teacher hadn't been sweating in there. "Put these on and head outside."

Just as they got to sit down. At least nothing the school would throw at them could be as bad as his father's training. They actually had to avoid breaking the students' bones. Then again they did have recovery girl…

Izuku picked up the clothes and stepped around the tailed guy, whose eyes followed his every move. Hitoshi nudged Izuku's side.

"Ignore him," he said.

"To think UA students could be that easily turned against their own classmates," Tenya added. As being quiet wasn't among his strong suites, the topic of their discussion was likely heard among the others.

"Well, they admitted Ba…" Izuku paused. "Did you release him yet?"

"Not yet. The teacher seems to appreciate punctuality. Would be shame if he had to wait for the angry Pomeranian."

His description made Izuku chuckle, but it didn't last long.

"As much as I like the idea, it might get you into trouble. I doubt they would ignore you brainwashing him with many witnesses."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR!" Bakugo screamed in the background.

"Maybe it would have been okay to wait a little longer," Izuku suddenly regretted.

"I... didn't do that," Hitoshi said and shrugged. "Maybe that Kirishima guy took my advice."

There was a loud bang of an explosion behind them.

"Should I pay for the funeral if he did?" Izuku asked. "Thanks, by the way. Not sure where that was going but probably not anywhere good."

"Have to agree. I saw how you looked at him," Hitoshi said.

"I did not, but I could still feel it," Tenya said. "Be careful with him. Otherwise he might get you to do something you regret, like… getting expelled."

"So, you know each other, and that angry guy?" A large guy with six arms and a mask on his face asked, with a mouth that had appeared on one of his arms.

"Yes, to both," Izuku answered, "he used to be my classmate… for a decade, and it was never better than you just saw."

"Because of your quirk?"

"Even before it, I was thought to be quirkless till I was thirteen. He wouldn't get physical so much after my quirk appeared, but I was more alone than ever."

"Does your quirk really… you know, steal quirks?" A brown-haired girl asked.

Izuku stared at the floor for a moment and sighed.

"Stealing is matter of whether you are allowed to take something, my quirk just does the transfer. Toshi, can I…?"

"Go ahead," Hitoshi answered and offered his hand before Izuku finished the question. Izuku grabbed the hand and faced the girl again as the quirk transferred.

"You saw how Toshi's quirk worked right?"

"Right…." her eyes turned blank and expressionless, and she stopped, followed by Izuku and the whole group of students. Izuku didn't hold his control for long, just long enough for people to notice. The girl snapped out of it and Izuku returned Hitoshi's quirk.

"Did that answer your question?" Izuku asked the girl.

"Umhh, yes, I mean, I think so..."

"If you are worried you can stay out of an arm's reach," Izuku said and looked away. "I need to touch the person whose quirk I am taking."

"Oh no, I didn't mean to… My name is Ochaco Uraraka and my quirk is Zero Gravity."

Surprised, Izuku glanced at the flustered girl and then moved his eyes down on the hand she offered in greeting. He accepted the gesture.

"Izuku Midoriya."

"Mezo Shoji," the six-armed guy joined the introductions.

They reached the dressing rooms and the boys and girls separated. Izuku had barely started pulling off his shirt when the door was kicked open. Seething Bakugo marched in. Kirishima followed Bakugo, his hair seemingly standing up even more messy than before and black marks on his face, no apparent actual injuries though, not even a scratch. Either Bakugo was actually able to restrain himself better than before or this guy was really tough. Perhaps he had a durability enhancing quirk? Anyone without one should have had at least some kind of injury to get the black marks and hair change from a literal explosion without any visible injury.

Bakugo's head spun to stare at Izuku. He got three stares back as Izuku was standing between Tenya and Hitoshi. Bakugo huffed and went to the opposite side of the room.

"Well, this semester started with a bang don't you think?" Kirishima said like nothing had happened. Izuku didn't know how to respond and continued changing his clothes.

"Seems you saved the funeral money," Hitoshi whispered just loud enough for Izuku and Tenya to hear.

"For now," Izuku said, "probably better to not encourage people to punch Bakugo anymore."

"Fine," Hitoshi sighed.

"He might be causing trouble for no reason, but we should not seek conflict unnecessarily," Tenya lectured. They finished changing clothes uneventfully and got to the sports field among the first of their class. Their teacher Aizawa was already there looking as tired and grumpy as before.

"You really took your time. That won't work here."

Izuku sighed.

"Do you have a problem?"

"We changed clothes and walked here at completely normal speed. It's not a race, and you didn't give us any deadline to be here."

"You seem to like talking back."

"I talk when I have something to say, especially if there is something that needs to be said. I'm not planning to go back to staying silent or acting submissive or even respectful to someone who hasn't earned it."

"I am your teacher."

"So?" Izuku asked. "What has your job to do with anything I just said? I thought you are supposed to train heroes here, not people that ignore or stay quiet about problems, because an authority figure said so."

Aizawa stared at him for a moment, perhaps thoughtful, it was hard to say with the capture scarf covering the bottom of his face. Then he pulled a small ball from his pocket.

"Talking alone won't solve many problems, let's see if you can back it up with actions. Today's lesson is going to be a quirk assessment test."

"Quirk assessment test?" Most of the class asked simultaneously.

"What about the opening ceremony?" Uraraka asked.

"If you want to be heroes, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA we are not tethered to tradition. That means I get to run my class how I see fit," Aizawa said, making Izuku worried. The man hadn't exactly impressed him as a teacher enough to have free reign over them. The man continued.

"You have been taking standardized tests for most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel."

Izuku struggled to not shout at the man right there and then, but Hitoshi grabbed his wrist to hold him back. Treating people as equal? Not let those with the most power excel? That was the exact opposite from what he had experienced since he was four. Even if there was the possibility the man was only talking about the overtly restrictive and simplistic quirk laws, there was still the implication that weak, in other words quirkless or weak quirked people, shouldn't be treated the same or have the same opportunities. Those with strong quirks should get away with things others wouldn't. Most of the time people's quirks didn't even matter to whatever their work was.

"It's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn."

'What they should have learned was to give every student a chance regardless of their quirk, right after firing every teacher and expelling every student that discriminated against anyone for their quirks or quirklessnes.' Izuku seethed inside.

"Midoriya..."

Hearing his name come from the man's mouth snapped Izuku out of his thoughts. He met Aizawa's eyes briefly, long enough to realize they were focused on him and despite their perpetual tiredness the look was sharp, unwavering, like he was analysing Izuku. Izuku's own stare was nearly murderous, there was no way Aizawa didn't see how he felt, but the man didn't show any reaction.

"You managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your longest throw with a softball when you were at junior high?"

"Sixty-eight meters," Izuku answered, starting to realize where this was going. At the corner of his vision, he noticed Bakugo squeezing his fists. Part of his attention had been on the walking bomb all the time Bakugo had been present.

"Right, try doing it with your quirk now."

"I see what you are planning now," Izuku said while taking the ball. "Let me guess, everything we are going to do today is about physical tests that people with specific quirks can excel at and others are branded weak because theirs work for different situations?"

Aizawa held his head with his hand.

"Just get in the circle and throw the ball. Anything goes, just stay in the circle."

Izuku stepped in the circle and looked at the ball. It was an informal school test, not the end of the world whether he did well or not, but after all his training and with Bakugo there he wasn't going to give the asshole anything to hold over him. A Hellfire Arrow might have given the ball just enough of a boost to get a superhuman score. He'd just have to be careful not to destroy the ball. It wasn't anywhere near as tough as the robots had been. He'd need to be careful with the amount and concentration of power. Flames erupted from the back of his hand as he activated Dragon Blade, keeping up the appearance of it and Hellfire Arrow being two sides of one quirk. He pulled his arm back.

"You know he has stolen that quirk from someone, right?" Bakugo said just as Izuku was about to throw. His flames flashed blue and as the ball left his hand the Hellfire Arrow also took its blue form. In a fraction of a second it reached the ball, exploding right in front of Izuku. Burning pieces of the softball flew everywhere around him. Some hit his cheek and forehead and one struck his eye. He yelped and held his hands against his face to cover the injury. His vision was blurry with only one eye working right.

"Izuku!" Hitoshi and Tenya shouted at the same time, while Bakugo laughed in the background. Running steps approached quickly. The regeneration had already started and Izuku's vision was returning to normal but was it fast enough? They couldn't see any injury healing just like that.

"Are you okay?" Ida asked right next to Izuku. Izuku blinked, his eye still covered by his hand to test his vision.

"Yeah, yeah I think so," he answered and pulled away his hand, blinking some more. "I… thought a piece hit my eye, but it seems okay."

"Let me see," Aizawa said, having also arrived next to him. Izuku had no other choice but to meet the man's eyes again and let the teacher stare at his.

"Seems you got off with a scare. There is a black mark right at the edge of your eye. What in the world did you think you were doing?"

"There wasn't supposed to be that much force. I… was distracted," Izuku answered and glanced at Bakugo who grinned back. "There… is an emotional factor to boosting this quirk's power."

"And you still can't control it to avoid such issues?"

"I've only had this quirk for a year and found out how to make it stronger during the entrance exam. I am sure Nezu has talked to you about my actual quirk."

"Yes, he briefed me on your situation specifically," Aizawa admitted, with no hesitation. It surprised Izuku who was left staring at the man.

"That won't mean that you get off any easier than other students. Since there seem to be no injuries you three go back with the others."

"Of course," Tenya shouted way louder than needed and started pulling Izuku and Hitoshi away from the teacher. Izuku didn't resist and on the way back to their spots, the taller teen leaned down to whisper to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, the pieces didn't hit hard enough to cause real injury," Izuku lied, feeling a sting somewhere deep inside.

"How about why this whole thing happened?" Hitoshi asked.

"Bakugo," Izuku said. "He was part of the reason my flame turned blue in the first place. Seems I still have work to do to truly control this quirk."

"Somehow I don't think that will be a problem to you," Hitoshi responded.

"You should focus on training your own quirks together," Izuku responded, getting some looks from their classmates.

"Enough talk," Aizawa commanded. "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero, as long as you can control that potential. Bakugo, you came second in the entrance exam."

Aizawa had another ball in his hand, and he tossed it to Bakugo who had a grin on his face that the devil would have been proud of. He marched to the ring and without hesitation threw the ball, setting off an explosion as he did. The pressure wave struck the watching students, but the blast wasn't as concentrated as Hellfire Arrow so at least most of the ball survived the flight. Aizawa turned towards the class and raised his phone with the measurement of the throw on the screen, 705.2 meters.

"Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me," a blond-haired boy said.

"I wanna go. That looks like fun," the entirely pink girl said.

"This is what I'm talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want," another boy said.

"So, this looks fun huh?" Aizawa muttered. Izuku got a bad feeling. The man seemed to be smirking. "Idiots. Today you will be competing in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

The whole class gasped and shouted, except Izuku. His forehead wrinkled as his stare drilled into the homeless looking man that was supposed to be their teacher. Izuku glanced around at his classmates.

He had no idea about most of their quirks, but the entrance exam would have favoured physical and combat oriented quirks, many of which would help in fitness tests like this. After a year of torturous training Izuku was confident he wouldn't be last even if he couldn't excel in any of the tests relative to people with more suitable quirks. Out of the people whose abilities he could reliably estimate the most likely to suffer that fate was…

He glanced at Hitoshi, who was still staring at the teacher, tense from head to toe. Izuku squeezed his hands into fists.

"So, this is how UA does things," he said. "With the rescue points I hoped this place wouldn't be as discriminatory as it seemed, but I guess you can't accept having anything but flashy physical quirks. If there was a hero I didn't expect this from it was you Eraserhead, but I guess it was too much to expect that you would actually bother to do your job. Teachers are supposed to help bring out their students' potential, even if that is different for different people, not push them away because you judge people you know nothing about to have no potential. As if simple fitness tests or relative performance of students told anything about that. With the quirk you have, I bet you yourself would have come last in something like this."

When Izuku finished everyone else were dead silent as their eyes darted between him and Aizawa, everyone except Bakugo who started only at Izuku, looking surprised, but smirked when Aizawa took a few steps closer to Izuku.

"Are you done?" Aizawa asked in a tired tone. "Only one of us is a teacher and like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

Izuku almost wanted to agree and leave, but he had a mission and…He glanced at Tenya and Hitoshi.

"You can't send one of us home. We just got here," Uraraka said. "Even if it wasn't the first day that isn't fair."

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains, hmm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out entire cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It is hero's job to combat that unfairness."

"Which is exactly why hero training should be fair," Izuku interrupted. "Giving everyone fair chance without discrimination or other bullshit like this would be the only way to make everyone the best they can be and make the actually best excel. I can't believe a teacher would fall for that kind of stupid logic. Actually I can, but I hoped for better from a school that is supposed to be so great."

Aizawa looked at Izuku for a long while with a peculiar look in his eyes, before turning to face the whole class again.

"We are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin. We are going to start with the fifty-meter run."

The class followed their teacher towards the running track. Izuku slipped between Hitoshi and Tenya.

"How is your running?"

Hitoshi sighed.

"Better than half a year ago, but… I don't know about the others here but between the three of us I'm going to be the last, and not just in running." He laughed once and it wasn't a happy laugh. "It won't even be close. We all know it. You, Tenya especially, should have nothing to worry at least."

"Yes. This test is basically made for him and his quirk," Izuku agreed, "anyone with a quirk like that can easily avoid the last pla…"

He fell silent mid-word and stopped walking. Hitoshi and Tenya turned to face him. Izuku glanced at his hand and when he raised his head the duo's eyes widened in realization.

"Don't tell me you…" Tenya started.

"Could you even do that?" Hitoshi asked.

"Probably," Izuku responded and brushed his chin as if deep in though and not already well informed on his limits by his father.

"The physical changes are something I haven't tried before, but in principle it should work just as well. Might feel strange, I'm more concerned how many quirks that would mean for you Toshi, but I could just hold onto the others for the time needed. The real question is how well we could use the quirk, and if Tenya is ready for it."

"So, you are thinking that," Tenya said.

"Hey!" Aizawa shouted. "How are you going to catch villains if you can't even walk twenty meters?"

Izuku sighed exaggeratedly and kept walking.

"I won't do anything you don't agree to. If things look like Toshi might be last I can do the last tests worse. You two wanted to be here more anyway."

His two friends didn't say a word, staring at him. A guy with two different hair colours and old burns on his face looked at the trio, but his face was totally expressionless.

"You can't do that," Hitoshi hissed.

"Yes, I can."

"I believe you," Tenya said, "but you don't need to. If… if you think the other thing works."

"Your quirk is safe. The risk is if we can use it properly. You should go run first so we'll have time to figure it out."

"Okay," Tenya said and walked ahead to the front of the class. Izuku leaned closer to Hitoshi.

"I'll try it first and swap quirks with you then."

"This is going to be interesting," Hitoshi said. There was still clear concern in his voice. Izuku put his arm over Hitoshi's shoulder and leaned closer.

"You are not going to be last or expelled."

And that was a promise.

As expected, the 50-meter run was a breeze to Tenya even if he didn't have time to get on a high gear on such a short distance. While he walked back Bakugo got to run, though he didn't really even touch the ground, propelling himself ahead with his explosions. Tenya stopped in front of Izuku. He didn't say anything but could just as well have had a hardening type quirk for how tense he was. Izuku sighed and grabbed Tenya's shoulder while staring into his eyes, radiating calmness. Tenya drew a deep breath.

"Go ahead."

"Try to relax yourself. It is easier that way," Izuku whispered. "The quirk is different, but we have already done this with Hitoshi's quirk."

Izuku moved his hand up to meet the skin on the side of Tenya's head before activating his All For One. The quirk felt different than any other he had taken, but he had never tried to take a mutant type quirk.

He started wondering how much he could tell about a quirk just based on how it felt. He'd need more quirks to test it on, but there wasn't exactly an excess of volunteers. Izuku hissed and lost the thought when burning pain struck his leg. Tenya reacted the same, their teeth clenched together as their legs morphed to accommodate the transferring quirk. They would have fallen over if Hitoshi didn't jump in to support them.

"What is…" Aizawa started saying somewhere, but never finished the question. The quirk transfer finally finished, having taken longer than other quirks before. Izuku breathed hard and looked down. His calves had bulged out a bit and when he pulled up his pant legs he could see them. His legs felt a bit heavier than before as he raised it, but otherwise they didn't feel especially strange. Tenya kept patting his legs, trying to feel any signs of engines.

"It's okay," Izuku whispered to get his taller friend's attention.

"Right, right, sorry."

"What just happened?" A blond-haired boy asked, and he wasn't the only one staring.

"Haven't you seen people use their quirks before?" Hitoshi asked, glancing at the guy and then focused on Izuku's transformed legs. "How are you feeling?"

"Good now," Izuku responded, "now I just need to figure how to use them. Tenya?"

"Yes, the most important part is…"

Aizawa was eventually able to coax some other students into taking the run while Tenya instructed Izuku and Hitoshi. Then it was Izuku's turn to run, competing with the guy with a tail.

"Is that allowed? It isn't even his quirk."

"All quirks are allowed in this test, including indirectly," Aizawa said.

Izuku focused on his legs, feeling the vibration of the new quirk. The run began.

He took several steps normally before getting the quirk to activate. Suddenly both his feet were pushed forward, and he zoomed ahead faster than he had ever moved, for less than a second. Then his feet left the ground and the world spun around him too fast to make a sense of things until everything went black with a loud thump.

"Five point thirteen seconds," a machine voice announced.

Izuku crawled up from the ground and wiped sand off his eyes. He hadn't been as fast as he had hoped, but probably better than he could have done without the quirk. Learning new quirks was tough and next was Hitoshi's turn. Speaking of whom…

"Are you okay?" Hitoshi and Tenya asked, having ran to him.

"Yeah," Izuku answered. "Need to work on the landing. You still want to try Toshi?"

"I want to stay in this school."

"So yes," Izuku said and offered his hand. "Just beware, this one will hurt quite a bit, but it passes just as quickly."

This time Izuku was better prepared for the feeling of having part of his body twist and change form, but Tenya still supported them to remain standing. In the end Hitoshi performed much like Izuku, right down to the face landing. Izuku caught a glimpse of Aizawa grinning. Was he happy for their face planting or…?

Izuku left the quirk with Hitoshi for the moment to minimize the transfers for the later tests. The next test was a grip strength test it didn't matter for, but after that came long jump. Hitoshi's and Izuku's performances wouldn't have gotten any points for style, but at least Izuku didn't land face first this time. Afterwards Tenya finally got his quirk back. The taller teen rubbed his legs and sighed in relief. Suddenly he bowed deep towards Izuku.

"I'm sorry. Even after all this time I doubted you and feared losing my quirk. I hesitated helping you and Hitoshi. I should have known better."

"You don't need to apologize," Izuku waved his hands in front of himself. "It was a big request to make suddenly, and to be honest I was a bit nervous too, but everything worked out well. I just hope it was enough. Your engine won't help with the ball throw. I already messed my throw… and Hitoshi doesn't have time to learn the quirk. Maybe he could use it to spin to get momentum, but that would require… mutter, mutter, mutter…"

"Izuku," Hitoshi interrupted, "I already got an idea on how to handle this. Might need protection afterwards though."

"Okay…" Izuku said and Hitoshi walked past him to the ring. He looked at Aizawa.

"So… I can use my quirk in any way I can to get the ball thrown?"

"That should be obvious by now. Otherwise, I would have already disqualified you and Midoriya."

"If there is someone you should disqualify and expel that is MR BOOM BOOM BAKA-GO over there!"

"WHAT DID YOU…!" Bakugo shouted and fell silent mid-sentence.

"Come here and throw my ball as far as you can," Hitoshi commanded. Izuku was holding back laughter as Bakugo walked to Hitoshi with a blank stare on his face and took the ball. The class was whispering about Hitoshi's quirk with a variety of tones. Hitoshi got on his knees and covered his ears without leaving the circle. Bakugo threw the ball with an explosion even larger than before, shaking everyone with its shockwave.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?" Bakugo screamed. He had shocked himself out of the brainwashing with his explosion. Izuku was moving before Bakugo even noticed Hitoshi. When he did his face twisted in rage.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Izuku was already visualizing his Dragon Blade as a shield, but when Bakugo swung his hand towards Hitoshi nothing happened and a fraction of a second later he was bound by Aizawa's scarf-like capture weapon. Izuku and Tenya who got there first pulled Hitoshi away while Bakugo was still struggling and cursing.

"Stand down. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye."

"You saw what the brainwashing bastard did!" Bakugo shouted.

"Yes, and he followed every rule I laid out. You are wasting my time now. If you try to attack another student, I will expel you regardless of your results." The capture scarf released Bakugo. "Whoever is next can step up."

At least he had threatened Bakugo to not attack again, but Aizawa was still letting him get away with trying to attack Hitoshi. He had clearly tried to use his quirk which especially at that distance could have killed or permanently maimed Hitoshi. Izuku's eyes narrowed as he tried to keep an eye on both the walking bomb and an irresponsible teacher that just continued the tests.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked Hitoshi, keeping his eyes on Bakugo the whole time.

"Yeah, didn't expect him to knock himself out of the brainwashing."

"Sorry I was too slow, even after you said this might happen," Izuku apologized.

"Don't. I'm just surprised Aizawa got him before Tenya. That scarf is amazing and it doesn't even depend on his quirk. I wonder how hard it would be to learn to use one."

"Probably very," Izuku said.

The rest of the tests went by uneventfully. None of the friend trio's quirks helped with things like flexibility and sit-ups and longer distance running was done by everyone at the same time so Tenya kept his quirk. Then it was over, and the class gathered in front of Aizawa.

"Alright, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It is not worth it to go over each individual score."

Aizawa pressed a button and a holographic list appeared in front of him. Tenya was safely on the fourth spot. Izuku came in a few spots later wishing he had paid more detailed attention to other students' performances and Hitoshi… Izuku's eyes scanned down the list. Hitoshi was 15 out of 20, safe. The person who was going to be expelled was someone called Toru Hagakure. Izuku could hear someone sobbing in the group of students but didn't see the person.

"And I was lying, no one's going home," Aizawa said, silencing the class faster than any threat of expulsion. "It was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

The silence ended as quickly as it had begun. Izuku was one of the few who wasn't expressing something out loud. He was pressing his lips together confused. He wasn't sure if he was relieved there never was the risk of expulsion or angry that not only could they not trust the word of their own teacher but also took some risks because of his lies, especially with Hitoshi brainwashing Bakugo.

"I am surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. Sorry, I guess I should have said something," Yaoyorozu said, seeming not at all concerned with their teacher's deception. Several other students started bragging about not being concerned or being up for the challenge.

"That's it. We're done for today," Aizawa said and started walking away. "Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning."

Izuku's eyes followed the man until he walked around the corner of a sports hall. He stopped briefly and seemed to talk to someone. Soon he stepped completely out of sight and the class too started slowly moving towards the dressing rooms. Izuku stepped between Hitoshi and Bakugo, who was walking a few meters away. He responded with a glare when Bakugo as much as glanced in their direction. Izuku also held his hand open much like Bakugo when he threatened people with small explosions, but Izuku's hand only showed the little hole connected to his All For One. Bakugo got the threat and tensed visibly, but also responded to Izuku's stare until their large six-armed classmate unknowingly stepped in between them.

"At least we'll still be here tomorrow," Hitoshi sighed, still a bit out of breath after the series of fitness tests. "I would probably have been last without your help Izuku. Everyone here is really fit."

"It is the hardest to get into hero school," Izuku said. "That's why we trained so hard."

"Tenya's quirk also helped of course."

"You gave a quite impressive show." The trio turned to face their large classmate and blinked. Again, one of Shoji's arms had a mouth formed where a hand should have been.

"I don't think our other classmates are used to that kind of body morphing though," he continued.

"For that part I can understand how they feel," Izuku responded. "Today was my first time experiencing something like that. Never tried to take a mutant type quirk before, a bit more painful than I thought it would be."

"But you could still do it," Uraraka said from the other side. "That was so cool how all three of you could use the same quirk. I still don't believe it is even possible."

They were actually happy talking about Izuku's quirk. He wasn't sure how to respond.

"It can be hard to believe without seeing it," Hitoshi said, "or experiencing it first-hand, felt kind of strange the first time."

"More like creepy," a blond-haired guy other than Bakugo said. "You could easily be dangerous villains with the quirks you have."

There it was. Izuku sighed and bit his teeth together to not say anything.

The group fell silent, and everyone looked at the guy that had spoken.

"That wasn't very nice," Uraraka said.

"Come on, I can't be the only one who thought about it."

There was silence as no one responded verbally, but when Izuku raised his head there were a lot of differences in their expressions.

"They are hard to use honourably," the guy with a tail said.

Izuku sped up his steps to walk ahead of the group. Hitoshi soon caught up to him.

"What basis do you have to judge them that way?" Tenya declared, waving his arm in the usual way he did when lecturing someone. "You should know you are talking about some of the most honourable and hardworking people you'll ever meet. For you to judge them on their quirks like that…"

Tenya continued lecturing to the class which also slowed them down, letting Izuku and Hitoshi get further ahead. No one tried to stop them.