I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
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He'd lost all the signs of time and how long he had been wandering around the city of Mustafu. Has it been days? Weeks? Months?
He didn't even know. All he knew was that none of his efforts were showing any fruition at all. The heroes he wrecked, the level of threat he posed, and these damned heroes still treats him like a goddamned side quest, an irrelevant sub-story in their venture to face against the real boss.
Who was the real boss, anyway?
Garou slumped into the nearest corner near a dump in an alleyway. He threw a packaging containing leftovers, shredded meat, and fractured tiny bones into the box, before wiping whatever's left from his mouth.
He really needed that hero encyclopedia again, but he didn't know how to get in touch with the kid. He lost the number that the kid gave him.. Who was he again? Dining Kami?
Thoughts foamed in his head about variations of ways to contact the kid, and that includes a plan to penetrate the UA's security system.
A risky move, but it's worth it.
Aw fuck it. it's probably the most sensible way to do. He's grown stronger ever since. He can do it.
His next stop is the UA Highschool.
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"Stop."
He never heeded the words.
"Dude."
He kept the waterworks going.
"You're embarrassing the both of us."
What was so embarrasing about-?
He looked around, only to see the bystanders eyes fixated on them. Izuku removed himself from the older man's embrace, looking away in shame. "Oh. Apologies."
"Just stop bawling. Practical exam's are starting soon. They'll probably send giant robots your way, so be careful." Yagi advised, opening the door to Izuku's left. Izuku was about to head out, but then, he turned his head towards Yagi momentarily, his lips bent upwards, forming a sincere some.
Yagi awkwardly tried to return the gesture, but failed miserably.
He smiled like a fucking idiot.
"I'm heading out." Izuku went out of the car, his grip tightened around his bag strips.
Yagi nodded, as Izuku went inside along with all the other attendants. Yagi drove his car away, into the parking lot.
Why the fuck did they assign him as one of the judges for this thing?
A smile indicating his veiled devious intent crept in. No one said anything about not playing favourites.
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Izuku was fidgeting all over the place. He felt his hands shaking in an almost uncontrollable way, as if he got an intense tremor out of the blue.
He tried to stand strong. This was his dream. He'd always dreamed of standing in the very grounds of this prestigious school.
If he can just be more confident, maybe he can-
He stopped trailing off as he stumbled on something beneath his feet.
...Shit, I didn't bring a single dime with me.
Something light touched his shoulder. A soft, delicate finger. He felt warm spreading across his body, and he felt light, as if the concept of gravity itself was alien to him. Suspended in the air, he tentatively turned his head to the right, only to see a round-faced brunette with reddened cheeks on both sides.
"Oh, sorry if I touched you without consent. I just figured it would be a shame if you fall on your first day." The girl said apologetically.
"Oh." Izuku mouthed off with slight interest, "Thanks. I mean, I could've survived, but the floor..not so sure."
The girl wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she smiled regardless. She joined her fingers together, before saying, "Release!"
Izuku dropped into the ground neatly, his palm touching the ground. He stood up, before politely bowing his head, "Thanks for the thought, uh..?"
"Uraraka, but call me with whatever's comfortable with you." Uraraka offered.
"Uraraka. Yeah, nice name." Izuku shrugged, before turning to leave, "Well, I better get going. Good luck with your exams." He then walked away.
He never introduced himself.
Well, I didn't see the need to.
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"This..." Izuku pointed at the cheap ass gym presented in front of him, "This is the test?"
One of the staff's waved him off, "Just go along with it. They changed it, courtesy of the Commission."
"But...it might be too easy to your average Joe.." Izuku replied, "Isn't this kind of a short-sighted decision?"
"Like I said, just go along with it. Why does this come off as surprise to you? They managed to work with the most unhinged fucker to ever exist just because of his intelligence. They've been always that desperate." The staff replied, before gesturing for Izuku to take a step to the line, "Go. Time's ticking."
Izuku sighed, "Fine, fine."
The written exams? Easy. The practical portion? Less than easy.
At least he can take this to his advantage. He took a step forward, as the announcer stepped in front of him and his fellow participators.
He stripped himself off of his clothes, revealing his thin, yet well-built physique.
The more muscular guys laid their eyes on him, giggling at the thought of such a dwarf participating in a heavy lifting, racing, and many others excruciating contests.
Little did they know..
The announcer stretched his arm forward, putting the race flag in front of the participators.
"Next! The 1.500 meter run! Ready? GO!"
Izuku launched himself forward, and to everyone's surprise...
Izuku came first almost instantaneously, his speed caused a large gust of wind to almost blow everything off in the gym.
"Next, weightlifting!"
Izuku selectively picked and lifted the most heavy weights with relatively ease, while everyone else besides him struggles to do the same, with most of them succeeding, although with effort.
"Next! Shot put!"
Izuku's strength hastily propelled the spherical object high, crashing through the ceiling.
Izuku bent his right arm to his back, cracking it, flexing his muscle mass.
"Next! Vertical Jump!"
Izuku leaped upwards, exceeding the length of the measuring board, until his head was stuck at the ceiling.
"WHACK-A-MOLE!"
Izuku's heightened sense made him excel in this test, punching all the moles with the provided hammer in an almost inhumane speed.
"PUNCHING MACHINE!"
Izuku's fist were filled with steam, his gaze lowering on the trail of broken floor leading to the wall in front.
Jeez. Looks like being accepted into this school is an instant check at this point, and judging by the looks from the other contestants, he was even more confident that he'll get accepted.
All that training for ten months really paid off. Kinda.
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Yagi slapped his forehead. Hard. From behind the scenes, he saw how his not-so-official pupil passed these tests with flying colours. When did the tests get so easy? Didn't they just sent a gigantic fucking robot after a bunch of students last year as a test?
"Don't overthink it, Toshi." Nana said from behind, cutting off Yagi's train of thoughts, "It's not like this was the old man's decision either."
Yagi shook his head, "At this point, anyone, I mean literally anyone can enter this school."
"Even the most incompetent ones." Nana sighed, "I don't see the merit in this one, it only causes more problems for us more than it does good."
"Let's just let it flow for now." Yagi resigned with a resounding exhalation.
"Yeah. Let's."
Yagi squinted his eyes, observing his student very carefully. He's grown stronger in such a short timespan, albeit, far weaker than he is, but that was still a huge progress.
Toning down the training really did some wonders.
"Midoriya's an amazing kid." Nana remarked, "He's managed to gain half of your strength in only a span of ten months."
"Yeah."
"Really? 'Yeah'? I praise your student and the only response you can come up with is that?" Nana raised her brow.
"What else am I supposed to say?"
"I dunno, 'I'm proud of him'?"
"I don't need to say that out loud to express that, do I?" Yagi said, "Besides, action speaks louder than words."
"Whatever you say, Toshi." Nana slightly laughed, before leaning forward to observe the tests shown on the live footage even more clearly.
In it, Izuku was shown punching a device and hulled it straight through the concrete-
"Gosh, Toshi, what the hell did you feed him?" Nana gasped out loud, "I thought it was just standard training?"
"Turns out, toning down the training doesn't hamper the result that much. He's still strong as hell." Yagi replied, "Much stronger than most, if not all of the contestants present at least."
"You think? He's probably the strongest student this school has ever received, next to you!"
"Don't say that just yet. There might be someone that slipped our radar, like for example.." Yagi tuned in into another footage, "That Todoroki guy."
"Ah. That icey hot kid."
"He's got potential. He can immobilise Izuku if he can utilise his quirk properly." Yagi said as he leaned back.
"So you're not playing favourites?"
"I say what's on my mind, that's all." Yagi crossed his legs, "Never said anything about not playing favourites."
"I second that. I like the kid."
Yagi let out a small chuckle at that, "I think you'd love tutoring the guy."
"Hey, I tutored you once. I would be more than happy to do the same to him."
"Are you implying that-"
"Isn't it obvious?" Nana cut him off, "You both have a strong stand when it comes to the hero gig."
"Him, yes. Me? You oughta see a lot of me to come to that non-basis conclusion, no offense." Yagi laughed, "I've been away for a long time. Things change."
"I get that. Still."
"Kid's gonna be a better hero than I could ever be." Yagi said in a slight melancholic tone, "If he put enough of his heart into it, he could be better."
"I know he would."
"Maybe." Yagi sighed, "It's just..the hero commission, and it's shenanigans. That's what I'm worried about. They'll use his lifetime worth of a dream to their advantage. I know the dorm system has been implemented but... they're unpredictable."
"Hm." Nana hummed, as she observed the screen. The test was done, and everyone's free to go home for now. A thought crossed her mind, "You know something?"
"Hm?"
"How come did they never tried to contact you?" Nana asked, "The public might be ignorant when it comes to your strength, but they aren't. They know how much of a beast you are when it comes to this field."
"Huh." Yagi's eyes slightly widened, "I never thought of that."
"When sales and opportunities to save money is all there is on that brain of yours, things like these often slip." Nana teased a bit.
"Shut up." Yagi replied in a slight amused tone, "Best if we don't overthink it."
Yagi gave Nana's sentiment a bit of a thought. What if he just put himself between these kids and the Hero Public Safety Commission, then let himself be turned into The Commission's secret weapon?
Someone's gotta look out for the little guys.
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"Sensei..." Izuku clenched his fists, his stature standing in front of the ocean, "I just...I just split apart the ocean with a single punch. I- is that normal?"
Yagi put his hands above the boy, "Don't worry about it, let's just call this your 'puberty phase'. In a figurative sense, of course."
What...what does that even mean?
"I mean, if you don't understand, it's like..your body's having a change under the constant stress and the threat of being nearly dead." Yagi replied, "Your body begins to gradually remove your limiter."
"Really?!" Izuku's eyes perked up, "T- the limiter theory worked on me?!"
"About to." Yagi shook his head, "It's not working on you just yet. Be careful, anytime now, you're under the continuous threat of monsterising."
"Ah." Izuku hummed. He subsequently turned his attention back to the ocean, it's raging wave starting to subside, "Does this mean I'm...I...nearly succeeded?"
"You already succeeded." Yagi corrected, "And I'm very...well, I just feel...yknow..like after seeing you go this far."
"Just say you're proud, Sensei."
"Never said that."
"You kind of implied that you do."
Yagi turned away, "Let's just drop this and go to our usual stop."
"Can you say it when we get to this 'usual stop', Sensei?" He gave his master a smug smile.
"... you're persistent as hell." Yagi let out a 'fwooo', before finally saying, "I'm proud of you." He said while tilting his head back.
In an instant, Izuku crashed into Yagi's embrace, "Thank you, Sensei! It means a lot to me! I'd never thought I'd hear someone say that they're proud of me! I'm not even sure if I can ignite someone else's pride just by my achievements alo-"
"You're welcome- oi, you're soaking my trusty hero suit with your sweat." Yagi protested.
"Oh." Izuku retracted himself, "Sorry."
"And wear your clothes." Yagi slightly reprimanded, "You're gonna attract chicks at this point."
"W- wha-?"
"Just wear the goddamn clothes!"
Yagi suddenly bursted in laughter at the sudden recall of the memory.
"Someone loosened the screws in your brain?" Nana joked.
"Nah." Yagi shook his head, "Oh look, they're already done."
"Shit's already finished a few minutes ago." Nana corrected with a deadpan expression.
Scrunching his nose, he wrote on the large paper in front of his desk, scribbling into the thing like his life depended on it.
"Did you give out your verdict yet?" Yagi asked Nana.
"Yeah, and so did everyone else. You're the only one left."
"Sure, sure, I'll make it quick."
"Hey, I know that look. You're gonna slap the perfect score into Izuku's name while you score everyone else as mediocre." Nana pointed out.
"Not just mediocre." Yagi's lips perked upwards. Nana instantly knew what Yagi meant. It's that goddamn number that's shaped like an egg.
"Moron, that's a one-way ticket to being fired!"
"Nah they won't do that." Yagi let out a slight amused laugh, knowing that he's not at disadvantage doing this whatsoever, "Besides, they need me more than I need them."
He finished writing, as he handed his verdict paper over to the Committee of the Entrance Exam.
The Committee's squinted their eyes observing Yagi's paper and...
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"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
TO BE CONTINUED!