Chapter 11: The First Day

Izuku and Hitoshi had a very funny idea… a very, very funny idea… not for their classmates. Shoto couldn't stop thinking about the girl he met at that club. The words she said to him had flipped everything he thought he knew on its head. It was his power, not his father's… not his mother's either. Shoto decided to take the girl's advice to heart and began training both parts of his quirk. He also decided to completely ignore his father. That had done wonders for his mental health.

Shoto was the second person to enter the classroom. The only other person in the room was a tall blue-haired boy with glasses. Shoto took his seat in the back of the class and waited for the rest of his classmates to show up. The heterochromatic boy zoned out as his classmates began trickling in. Suddenly, a shock of fluffy purple hair and long, curly green hair caught his attention. It was the girl and her… boyfriend? Was that her boyfriend or just a friend? Shoto wasn't sure, and there was that weird feeling in his gut that his sister said was probably jealousy.

The girl and the tired purple-haired boy that accompanied her took the two seats between him and the window. The girl sat right next to him. Her curly forest-green hair bobbed as she plopped into her chair. A light dusting of freckles highlighted his cheeks, and his viridian eyes sparkled like gemstones. She turned to him, and her face lit up with recognition. That's when Shoto realized he was staring at her.

"Hey, Hito, it's Todoroki-kun!" The girl, Izuku, cheered. Izuku was an interesting name for a girl.

"Hmm… It is. Why am I not surprised?" The boy sighed. He turned his gaze to Shoto. "Hello, I'm Hitoshi Shinsou," he greeted.

"Hello, Shinsou. I am Shoto Todoroki." The group stared at each other in awkward silence. "So, how long have you two been dating?" There was complete seriousness in the dual-haired teen's voice.

Izuku's face started turning red, stuttering, and stammering, so Hitoshi took the opportunity to answer.

"Nine months," he said, matching Shoto's seriousness.

Izuku whipped his head around to glare at Hitoshi. A look that said, "What the Hell!? Why?" The glare's message and target suddenly changed as a sharp hiss emanated from Izuku's teeth. The new target was a short boy with purple balls for hair. The boy was the height of a toddler and was currently attempting to look up Izuku's skirt. 3E had its fair share of perverts, including their teacher, but none of them ever went as far as to violate a classmate. The toddler-sized boy didn't have the chance.

A thud silenced the now full classroom as the perverted boy slammed into the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. Izuku didn't need to use his quirk to punt the boy. He had no muscle mass, so it was like kicking a football. Izuku silently returned to his seat as the class stared at the boy in shock. "Wait. Isn't that the boy that tried to grab my butt in that hall?" one of the girls piped up. A few other girls murmured agreement.

Izuku and Hitoshi remained silent. Hitoshi made eye contact with the man in the entryway and nodded. It took another eight minutes for someone else to notice the man sitting in a sleeping bag in the doorway. The girl who saw him, who happened to be the girl Izuku saved during the entrance exam, shrieked, getting the attention of the rest of the classmates.

That was the man's cue to rise from his yellow cocoon and introduce himself. "I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa." The exhausted man was about to continue when he was suddenly cut off.

"Holy crap, Eraserhead is our homeroom teacher! Izu, Eraser is our homeroom teacher!"

"Hito, this is the second-best day of my life."

Well great. The underground pro thought to himself. I have fans, and they're both in my homeroom. This is going to be a long three years. He groaned and grabbed some gym uniforms out of his sleeping bag. He chucked them at the students and said, "Grab one and meet me outside. Don't make me wait."

As per usual, students began protesting the decision. Most asked a bunch of random questions, and one girl asked about orientation. Aizawa was about to shut them down when two of the students sitting in the back of the classroom lunged from their seats. They dashed to the pile of gym uniforms, quickly finding ones their size, and bolted out of the room.

"Hye, wait up!" one of the students yelled after them, causing a rush of students trying to find their uniforms and follow the two. By the time the uniforms were sorted through and the class made it to the locker room, the two were already long gone.

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All Shota could do was sigh. The kids that rushed out of the class had somehow beaten him to the field, and now they stood at attention like soldiers awaiting orders. They were alert, and their backs were perfectly straight. They maintained that position as the rest of class 1A trickled onto the field. Some of the students were confused and tried to mimic their posture, standing beside them awkwardly; others simply ignored them. I have already identified this year's problem children.

The pro hero tossed a softball to the blonde kid, Katsuki Bakugou. "Bakugou, you got the most villain points. What was your score for the ball through in middle school?"

"43 meters," the blonde replied, voice dripping with arrogance.

"The standard fitness tests organized by the government don't let you utilize your quirks, so try throwing the ball with your quirk. Do whatever you want; just don't leave the circle."

Bakugou grunted and entered the circle. He rolled his shoulders and cocked his arm back in a pitcher's stance. Little pops came from the blonde's hands as he activated his quirk. "DIE!" he yelled as he launched the ball backed by a massive explosion.

The students stood silently as they watched the ball fly through the air. After five seconds, the ball hit the ground, and a beep came from Aizawa's phone. The teacher showed his phone to the class as it displayed the distance of Bakugou's throw. "752 meters," he announced. "This test is to help me gauge your potential, so I expect you to do your best."

"Ooh, we get to use our quirks!? This will be so much fun!" a girl with pink skin and little horns cheered.

"Oh, you think this will be fun?" Aizawa pushed his unkempt hair out of his face and gave the class a grin that seemed eerily familiar to Izuku… wait, that's how Hitoshi smiles… weird. Most of the students were unnerved by the sudden tone shift. "If you think this will be fun, then how about this? I'll expel whoever I deem as having zero potential. Namely, last place."

The students were in an uproar. "Wait, can he really do that?"

"Oh, no."

"What are we going to do now?"

"How is that fair!?"

"He's bluffing, right?" The class went on with their string of unbelieving questions.

"He's not bluffing." The class fell silent at Hitoshi's declaration.

"Mr. Aizawa is known for his high explosion rate. Once, he expelled an entire class's worth of hero students in a single day," Izuku added.

"But it's the first day! How is that fair?" the girl with the strange finger pads asked.

"The world isn't fair. Natural disasters, diseases, quirk discrimination, villain attacks, none of that is fair, but they are everyday occurrences," Hitoshi drawled.

"Exactly," Aizawa took back control of the conversation before it got too far off track. "And it's a hero's job to fix some of that unfairness. Villains won't give you the time to mess around. You need to put your all into your training so you're ready when you get your licenses."

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Aizawa has come to a conclusion. Izuku Midoriya and Hitoshi Shinsou are way too skilled to be ordinary teens. Neither have used their quirk, but they've dominated the fitness tests. Hitoshi's quirk can't really help him with physical tests, but Izuku's can. When the pro asked the boy why he didn't use his quirk, he expected it was because he was registered as quirkless until shortly after the entrance exam, but that was not the response he got.

"I wanted to challenge myself. I'd crush these tests if I used my quirk, and I know I'll do just fine without it," Izuku answered with a smile.

"Very well then, but I want you to redo a few of them with your quirk after we're done," the teacher conceded.

Shota had many questions: How did Midoriya and Shinsou place third and fourth without using a quirk? What kind of hellish training did they go through? How was Shinsou flexible enough to fold himself in half in the seated toe touches? How did Midoriya have a stronger grip strength than the student with six arms? How did the greenette keep up with the scooter Yaoyorozu made with her quirk during the endurance run? Why did Midoriya's smile give him the same feeling as sitting in Nedzu's office? Why did God always give him the problem children?

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In the auditorium, Nezu sneezed. "Aizawa must be cursing my name again," The rat god chuckled before returning to his orientation speech.

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Shota was done. The world was doomed. The problem child has a strength-enhancing quirk on top of his ridiculous base strength. What the Hell!? The worst part was that he didn't know it existed until after the entrance exam, making him the first person to pass the hero course entrance exam quirkless. Quirkless, and now he has an overpowered quirk too. The world is doomed.

Nobody was expelled that day. Everyone had at least one way to use their quirk creatively except the problem children; they didn't need their quirks to have more potential than most of their classmates.