"Izuku? Honey? Are you sure you're going to be ok?"

The called-out teenager snaps out of his thoughts and looks at his mother from across the dinner table. "O-oh. Sorry, mom." Izuku tries to offer a weak smile to comfort her but it doesn't work.

It had been a week since the entrance exams, at least that's what the calendar says. According to Izuku's internal clock, it had been a whole year with how slow the time had gone! Was it normal to consider breaking into UA just to look at exam results? No, that would probably dampen his relationship with the staff.

But it's also partly their fault! No one was answering his texts! All Might, Aizawa, Snipe. Not even Nighteye or Gran Torino were answering. The only thing he got was a message from Aizawa telling him he couldn't come back on campus until he got his exam results and then everyone had gone dark. He hopes Eri is doing alright at least.

Izuku picks at more of his food with his chopsticks. His shaking hands had already spilled some stains on the white long-sleeved shirt he wore that said 'what's a fish?' Forty two points would be enough. It had to be. It's not like his entire future was riding on this or anything.

"Izuku…" When had his mom gotten right next to him? "You can tell me when you're nervous."

"What makes you think I'm nervous?" Mom doesn't answer him. Shaking her head fondly, she turns his head to the living room…only to see Decoy Two slamming Eight to the ground on his stomach and pinning him.

"Submit!!"

"No!"

"It's stupid to worry like this!"

"Maybe to you!"

"Boys…" Inko calls out. She sounds a bit exasperated but there's no actual heat behind it.

"Hi, mom!" Two waves. "Don't mind us!"

"Mooom! Tell him to stop!"

"What did I tell you boys about wrestling?" Inko lightly scolds with a small smile on her face. "One of you could get hurt."

"We're not even real!"

Inko's voice gets a little more serious. "Are you talking back, young man?

Two pretty much leaps off Eight and both clones stand next to each other looking like, well, looking like kids that are getting reprimanded.

"Sorry, mom…"

"Yeah, sorry…"

Izuku, feeling better from the antics, waves his hand letting the clones disappear

"Izuku…you know no matter what happens, I'm proud of you right?" His mother tells her real son with a concerned look on her face, reaching down to take his hand.

With a bit of the weight lifted off his chest, Izuku smiles at her, a bit more genuine this time. "I know, mom. And thank you. I just want this so bad."

Inko gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "Well, your father and I will be here for you no matter what happens."

"Oh, right!" Izuku exclaims. "Shouldn't dad have been here by now?"

Inko chuckles at Izuku looking like an excited puppy at the mention of his father. "He projected here earlier to tell me he'd be here in a little bit. Just had some business to take care of."

Loki conjures his phone to his left hand, the one that's currently free, to check the time. "Damn." He didn't have a lot of time left. "My son is finding out if he's going to get into the high school of his dreams tonight, and I couldn't be more proud."

He vanishes his phone. "Do you have kids?" Loki asks the U.S. soldier he's currently holding in a chokehold hold with his right arm. He lessens the pressure enough so the man can give a small nod. "Ah, good. Then you'll understand how, as parents, we'd do anything for them."

A quick jerk of his arm breaks the man's neck and he lets the body fall next to the others. "Thank you for your cooperation."

The lab he's in isn't the biggest one he's ever been in but is still of decent size. The main power was out, leaving emergency lights to blink continuously. The middle of the room had several workbenches and desks, most of which had been thrown to their sides while the ground was littered with the bodies of technicians and the soldiers who had attempted to protect them.

What an inconvenience. And to top everything off, the mortals had gone ahead and gotten blood all over his armor. He tries to shake some of the excess fluid off his hand. How unsightly. One of the few downsides of working with blades.

A whimper drew Loki back from his musings. Oh, he had almost forgotten. Back at the far side of the lab was a giant computer terminal, complete with a keyboard and screen, probably for presentations to the whole room.

An older heavyset man with balding white hair sat in front of the terminal on the ground, his left hand pinned to the machine by the dagger that pierced it.

"You know, I'm impressed," Loki says, beginning his walk over. He goes slow. Whenever the lights went out, it cast the room in darkness for an entire second. The human wouldn't know where he was and that should terrify him. Hopefully, his babysitter was enjoying the show. "Yours is one of the few governments who know of our existence."

The man says nothing as Loki reaches him, opting to cry instead. "I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."

"P-please…w-we have no quarrel with your people…"

"And an ant has no quarrel with a boot." To demonstrate, Loki stomps on the man's knee, breaking it while a sickening crunch reverberated around the room. The trapped man shrieks in pain louder than ever, grabbing his leg with his right hand, and openly sobbing now. Couldn't they be quieter while they suffer? He was working.

"Password?" Loki requests.

Through his blubbering, the man gets out, "Lehigh." Fortunately for him, it works. The insect continues to weep as Loki starts to sift through the files.

It only takes another minute for Loki to find what he's looking for. "You continue to impress it seems. While I never expected you to find the item I seek, you have several leads that will most certainly help." Loki looks down at his conversation partner. "You have my sincerest thanks."

The man says something barely above a whisper but he can't understand him.

Loki kneels in front of him. "Shhhhh. It's almost over." The Asgardian uses the man's face to get some of the blood off his hands.

More tears. "I…I don't want to die…"

Loki sighs. "Well I'm afraid…you will not be overly fond of what's about to happen."

"It's here, Izuku! Your exam results!"

"Money is not my goa-" Izuku quickly closes his laptop and races to the living room to find his Mom holding a letter with UA's stamp with trembling hands.

"I-it's here…" Izuku barely manages, taking the envelope. It's a lot heavier than he thought it'd be, with what definitely doesn't feel like a normal letter inside?

"I don't think I'll be able to wait for-"

The front door opens and both greenettes turn to see Loki walking in, wearing his usual black suit. He closes the door behind him, "speak of the devil and he shall appear."

"Dad!" "Honey!"

Mother and son crash into the Mischief god hugging him tightly while Izuku lets the excess stress melt off while he gets his hair ruffled. "Oh, I missed you both so much. Did I make it on time?"

"Just in time!" Izuku says, not able to keep the smile off his face. "Also, really dad? The devil?…"

"Yes, the devil," Loki laughs. "You know…because of…the horns…"

"That's kinda lame."

Loki gasps in dramatic fashion. "Inko, did you hear what your son just said to me?"

She giggles at her husband. "Well…"

"Not you too?!" More snickering. "You both wound me more than any dagger ever could!"

"Oh shush." Inko separates and lightly slaps the man on his shoulder. "Stop being so dramatic. Did you take care of whatever it was you had to do?"

Izuku looks up. "What did you have to do dad?"

Loki smiles down at his son. "Nothing too big. I just had to give a presentation of sorts to some people."

"Did it go well?"

"Oh, I killed it, son."

The smaller Asgardian buries his face back into his father's suit. "That's good."

"I'm glad you made it," Inko begins. "But now that we're all together, shouldn't we…"

"The results!" Izuku unlatches and grabs the envelope again and after hesitating for just a second, rips it open, a small black disk falling out. "Huh." He places the disk on the dining table. "How do you suppose we-"

"I am here! As a projection!"

Izuku squeals as a hologram erupts from the disk, revealing All Might in a yellow suit standing in front of a red curtain.

"Baby! Are you ok?!"

"Gods don't squeal Izuku…"

"Yes, it is I! All Might! Newest faculty member of UA High School! I know, quite the 'All Sight,' wouldn't you say?"

Izuku is so enthralled in the video, that he doesn't notice Loki behind him, staring at his dagger while debating on stabbing himself in the face or not.

"Showboating? What do you-wait? How many of these do I have to do?" All Might clears his throat. "Now onto your results! You scored in the 94th percentile of the written exam, great job!"

Both of his parents congratulate him as All Might continues. "As for the practical exam, you scored 42 villain points. While not enough to get you in the top ten on its own, that by itself is enough for entry into the hero course! But wait!" It's as if All Might was watching the family, stopping their celebrations before they could start. "There's more!"

The camera pans to the side at All Might's gesture to a tv beside him. The video starts cutting through different instances of Izuku saving other applicants with his decoys or knives. "There's more to being a hero than beating the villain. How could a hero course not reward someone who is so committed to saving others, no matter the consequences to himself?!"

"Izuku!!!" Inko crushes her son in a hug as the video switches to him saving the nice girl. Loki's dagger clatters on the ground when the video shows Izuku making an illusion of the zero-pointer.

"It is for that reason why we have rescue points!! A panel of judges watches and awards points for heroic actions. And for your actions in the exam, you have been awarded 60 rescue points!"

A leaderboard appears, showing Izuku's name clearly at the top with 102 points. He can only stare. "Congratulations, Young Midoriya! And welcome to your Hero Academia!"

The hologram fades, not that Izuku notices as he's currently fighting for his right to breathe from his mother while Loki continues to stare at where the video used to be.

"IZUKUUUUU! You nearly gave me a heart attack! You have to be more careful!! Oh but I'm so proud! You have to promise me you won't get hurt like that again, promise me Izuku?!" Inko releases her son, giving him just enough time to get a big gulp of air before she engulfs him again. "I just love you so much!!"

After Izuku turns blue and it this time having nothing to do with his heritage, Inko lets her son go. "We need more to celebrate! How does ice cream sound? I'll run out and go get some. Loki!" The man is broken out of whatever state he was in. "I'll be right back. Make sure Izuku knows not to do something like that again."

"Of course, darling. I'll let Izuku know what I think," he says, turning toward his wife while using telekinesis to bring the dagger on the ground back to his hand. Inko nods and leaves after giving Izuku a kiss on the cheek.

After the oxygen has time to reach his brain again, Izuku's thoughts finally catch up with him. He had passed the exam!! He was going to UA! The same school that All Might had gone too! And on top of all that, he had somehow gotten first place!

Sure, a part of him was worried about how Kacchan would react to second place but that's for later Izuku to worry about. Now, he can just be happy and let the excitement wash over him-

"So, Izuku." Or his dad could kill him now and he'll never make it to his first day. "About what you did during the exam."

"D-dad I-"

"That was amazing, son!"

"I know and I'm sorry! It was-EHHHHH?!!" Izuku stops and gapes at his father's smiling face. "You're not mad?!"

Loki walks over as he talks, "mad? Izuku, you just created an illusion at a size I would have difficulty with now! I couldn't even attempt something like that for hundreds of years! And you just did it! At fifteen!" He puts both of his hands on his shoulders. "I know I said your powers would be stronger than mine when they manifested but not even I could have predicted you would move this quickly. I'm so proud of you."

Izuku is pulled into a luckily, much softer hug than with his mom. Getting into UA and hearing his dad talk about how proud he was of him does the boy in and he can't stop the tears as he hugs his father back. Izuku thanks him over and over. Without his dad's training, he would have never gotten this far.

"I wasn't sure when to do this, but I think now is a good time," Loki says after another minute of hugging.

"Dad?"

Loki separates before conjuring his second dagger to his hand and holding both out. Izuku looks down, the handles of the daggers are a glossy royal blue, and the blades themself are a nice silver on the outer part, with the color becoming a more dark grey as it nears the middle. Three small notches decorated each side of the blades.

"Are we going to do more training?"

Loki shakes his head smiling. "These are yours now."

Izuku can't even bring himself to look at the blades. "B-but dad, those are your daggers! I can't just…I mean…"

His dad can't stop his laugh. "We both know I have plenty of extras."

"But those are your favorite!"

"They are. So who better to have it than my favorite person." Loki grabs Izuku's hand and puts the daggers in it. "I know you'll keep making me proud."

After another tear-filled hug, Izuku finally feels like he can stand on his own two feet. "I'm going to be the best hero I can be!"

"I know you will," Loki agrees, going over to the cabinet to pull out bowls. "And you already are. You saved that young woman during your exam." He smirks. "Did she give you a nice reward for your efforts?"

"A reward? What could she have-" Izuku's eyes widen and his face glows. "N-n-n-n-no! It wasn't like that!!" Izuku defends while his hands blur around him. "I didn't do it for that and nothing happened!"

"Interesting," Loki notes while putting the bowls on the table, "you never said you didn't want it to happen."

Izuku's face is in his hands. "Daaaaaaaaad."

"I'm still not hearing a denial." Izuku yells into his hands in frustration, making his father laugh. "Alright, I'm done for now." Loki begins to gather utensils. "But you have been a hero in other ways too. What about that little girl you told me you saved? What was her name again?"

While the red isn't completely gone from his cheeks, Izuku is able to look up at the mention of his unofficial little sister. "Eri. And, well, she's doing a lot better than when we first met. I've actually been teaching her some of the things you taught me."

"Is that so?" Loki puts the spoons by the bowls. "Well she sounds like an absolute treat and I would love to meet her someday."

"You should! You'd love her!" Izuku shouts in excitement. His previous embarrassment is all but gone. "She's really special."

The God of Mischief gives a half-smile. "On that, I can believe. I think, in time, everyone will see how special she is."

Walking through the halls of UA on his first day, Izuku can't believe it. He was here. He had made it. He got to the school early to have breakfast with Eri and was now making his way toward homeroom.

It was different, walking through the halls as an actual student. He hadn't been in the main building too many times before this, but now, walking through with his new uniform on, he felt like he could conquer the world.

His Dad had sent him off that morning, checking his uniform over despite them both knowing the magic would make it fit nearly perfect. But that's just the way his father is.

To be honest, while a part of him was hoping he'd be proud of what he did at the entrance exam, he knew with absolute certainty the man would be furious if he walked out of the house with a crinkled uniform or a tie done wrong.

"Yeah, you and I, we gotta stick together." Izuku looks to see two boys standing outside one of the General Education rooms. Both have purple hair, one of them has it in the shape of balls and the other has it in spikes, almost like it was defying gravity.

It was the smaller one that was speaking. "The babes in there are ripe for the picking so what do you say purple brother, will you be my wingman?!" It sounds like the small one is trying to rally the other for battle. It might be inspiring if the subject wasn't gross.

Evidently, the taller one seems to agree with him. His answer is an eyebrow raise before walking into the classroom. "Wait! So that's a yes?!" The increasingly annoying midget follows behind, closing the door. Well if that's how the kids in the general course are, and the hero course kids are supposed to be crazier, then it might not be solely up to him to be the entertainment this year.

Finally finding his classroom, Izuku cranes his neck to look at the huge door. 'Wow. Are they expecting Frost Giants as students?'

Alright, go time! Izuku pushes the door open and-

"Get your feet off that desk right now!!"

"You're kidding me, right? You got a stick up your ass or something?"

In front of him, Kacchan has his feet up on his desk while he argues with the blue-haired boy from the entrance exam.

'Both Kacchan…and the tall boy are in my class…YEEEEEES!! I can't believe my luck!! I have an entire year to mess with BOTH of them!'

"Huh, it's him." And just like that, every student in the room is staring at him. It takes every ounce of willpower not to turn invisible right then and there. "Good morning!" The tall boy is now marching at him like he is on a mission. "I am Tenya Iida from Somei Private Academy!"

He's still being stared at. Darn his instincts. "Hi! I'm Izuku Midoriya. You're the one who jumped out of his chair screaming in the auditorium, aren't you?" Some snickers from his new classmates and the attention lessens. There we go, deflect with humor.

The bespectacled boy falters. Wow, he's not really good with the unexpected, is he? This year's gonna be better than he thought. After he gathers himself, Iida continues, "you realized there was something more to the exam, didn't you? As a student, you are far superior to me and I apologize for my behavior!" Iida sinks down to a full ninety-degree bow.

Maybe he's not as bad as he initially thought. Still gonna be fun to prank though.

"Hey, I recognize that messy hair!" Izuku turns to see the nice girl from the exam standing in the doorway, beaming at him. "Distraction boy! Oh my goodness, I don't even know how to describe what you did but it was amazing!…"

'Oh wow, it's her!' Izuku thinks while she gives a play-by-play of the exam. 'Ok, I don't know what happened when we first met, maybe it was the nerves? But I'm feeling much better today. Time to analyze! Aaaaand go!…She looks good in that uniform.'

…

…

'WHAT THE F-'

Izuku's senses take over and his eyes travel downward to see a yellow caterpillar attempting to worm its way into the classroom, the girl's head follows his after a few seconds, gasping at the sight. He'd know that grumpy insect anywhere. Could it be?!

"Aizawa? Is that you?!" His outburst attracts his classmates once again.

"Oh my god?!"

"Do you see that?!"

"What is that thing?!"

"Of course, you take this away from me too, Problem Child," Aizawa complains, standing up and shedding his cocoon to reveal the beautiful spite-filled butterfly that he is.

"No way!!" Izuku is practically bouncing. He gets to prank Kacchan and Iida all year, the nice girl is in his class, and Aizawa is his teacher?! His luck is phenomenal today! "You're our homeroom teacher?!"

Aizawa lets out a long suffering sigh. "Despite my many protests and attempts at resignation," he looks up to address the whole class. "Yes. I'm Shota Aizawa, homeroom teacher of class 1A. Nice to meet you."

It then dawns on Izuku and the other students standing up front that their teacher is here and they are not in their seats. Something they correct very quickly. Izuku rushes to sit behind Kacchan and in front of a boy with off-blue hair.

Aizawa pulls a stack of uniforms from his sleeping bag, somehow, and drops it onto his desk. Is he sure he's the only one here who can conjure things? "Put these on and meet me outside at the P.E grounds. Hurry up." And with that introduction, their new teacher walks out of the room, sleeping bag in hand, without any care.

It takes the class a few seconds to move, but eventually, some just shrug, take the uniforms, and go look for the locker rooms. Izuku waits until everyone's left before walking up and picking up his gym uniform. Finally, he can let himself wear one.

He turns the uniform over in his hands a few times before being satisfied enough to vanish the clothes to his pocket dimension. Yellow lines cover his body for a moment before his regular uniform is replaced by the gym one.

He moves his arm and legs around but something feels off…oh! It's a short-sleeve. More lines cover Izuku's arms until he's wearing the long-sleeved version of the gym clothes. Much better.

Izuku runs to the grounds directly to find Aizawa standing there with a bag of equipment next to him, tapping on a tablet in his hand. Unsurprisingly, Izuku is the first one out.

"That was quick," Aizawa comments, a very faint hit of surprise in his voice.

"You said to hurry up," Izuku answers, putting his hands into his pockets.

"I gave you all short-sleeve uniforms. Why are you wearing a long-sleeve?" Aizawa asks, though he makes it sound like he couldn't care less about the answer.

"When I use my throwing knives and daggers, I like to make it seem like they're coming out of my sleeves. Can't do that if they're short." Izuku shrugs. A half-truth. But still a truth.

Aizawa lets his arm with the tablet drop to the side, giving his student his full attention. "Midoriya, it is the first day. It's bad enough you got Eri hooked on that stuff, are you really planning on stabbing your new classmates?"

"Only if they ask for it. So probably Kac-Bakugo. But the rest should be safe," Izuku answers happily with a smile on his face. That should quell any fears his new teacher would have.

Aizawa shakes his head a little, like he's trying to clear blurry vision. "I don't even know where to start. Where did you even get a long-sleeve uniform?"

"Magic."

The pro hero says nothing, opting to type something on the tablet instead. After a moment, he receives a notification. "Figures. Another resignation denied."

The rest of his class trickles onto the field over the course of the next few minutes. A couple of the guys give him weird looks, probably because he didn't go to the locker rooms. Once they're all gathered, Aizawa speaks.

"Today, the twenty of you will be participating in a quirk apprehension test."

"Won't we miss orientation?" Someone asks.

"UA doesn't adhere to a traditional teaching model. That means teachers can run classes as they see fit, and that includes skipping waste of time orientations. You'll be doing the eight standard physical tests today, only this time, with your quirks. Bakugo."

The blonde straightens as their teacher addresses him. "You got the most villain points on the exam. What's the farthest distance you got in the softball throw?"

"Sixty seven meters."

"Good." He tosses a ball with a metal ring around the middle to Kacchan who catches it one-handed. "Go stand in that circle and throw it using your quirk. Anything goes as long as you stay in the lines."

Kacchan walks into the circle and rolls his shoulders. A dangerous smirk appears on his face. "Umm…" Izuku intelligently says, getting most of the student's attention. "If anyone has sensitive hearing…you may want to cover your ears…"

Surprisingly, a purple-haired girl complies and a boy with multiple arms shifts the appendages that had ears into something else. 'I've found my first victi-I mean my first willing, yes willing, person to answer my questions about their quirk.'

Kacchan cocks his arm back. "You asked for it. DIE!!" With a swing of his arm, Kacchan lets off a terrifying explosion that sends the ball shooting into the atmosphere. Most of the rest of the kids cover their ears.

Aizawa looks unfazed while he stares at his tablet. "This is the only rational way of finding your capabilities." He flips the tablet around to reveal a score of 705 meters.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"That looks so cool!"

"Not bad for a tutorial."

"This is gonna be fun!!"

"Fun?" Aizawa all but demands. Oh man, Aizawa looks worse than that time he taught Eri how to climb the cabinets to get to the cookies. "You all think this is a game, huh? Fine. Whoever gets last place will be deemed hopeless and immediately expelled."

The class instantly begins to protest. "That's not fair!" The nice girl shouts, her voice above the others.

"Life's not fair," Aizawa says, still in a neutral tone. "Are Natural disasters, power-hungry villains, or catastrophic accidents fair? We have three years here at UA to teach you how to combat that unfairness. You will be pushed to your breaking point, thrown into one hardship after another. So go beyond. Plus Ultra and all that."

Oh that he can do. He says it's not a game but to Izuku, almost everything can be made into a game. He hopes Aizawa has a tight grip on the rules. If he doesn't, Izuku plans on bending every rule as far as he can. You don't just challenge the Prince of Mischief. And if Aizawa really thinks he'll let him expel someone today, well it's not just the students who will be learning an important lesson today.

Aizawa gives them a smile that's anything but warm. "Welcome to UA's Hero Course."