My Super Robot Academia

by Navek

When Izuku was four, it seemed like his dream of becoming a hero was over. But after a day with his father, that dream is reborn into something greater. "Maybe I can't become a hero like All Might...but I can build a hero just as great as him!" Get ready for a hot-blooded, heavy metal revolution!

4. First Deployment! Striker's Grand Debut!

Author's Note 1: My Super Robot Academia is a non-profit fanfiction series.

My Hero Academia is a property of Bones, Funimation, and Kouhei Horikoshi.

Any original characters or concepts are owned by Navek and xpegasus.

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Chapter 4: First Deployment! Striker's Grand Debut!

After two hours of a rather grueling written exam, all the applicants had gathered inside the main auditorium, waiting for the exam proctor to show up for the practical. The lights dimmed as Izuku, Katsuki, and Ochako sat next to each other. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, the lights shined on the center podium, and the screen came to life, showing the golden UA logo.

"What's up, U.A. applicants? Thanks for tuning into me, your school DJ!" Standing in front of the screen was a… unique-looking man, to say the least. He had long blond hair styled up like a single spike and a pencil mustache. His outfit consisted of a black leather coat top with shoulders and pads, matching pants, fingerless gloves, and metallic boots. The man also had orange sunglasses, an oversized silver collar with a speaker, and a pair of headphones covering his ears. "Come on and let me hear ya!"

An awkward silence filled the air, but a few students gave a genuine cheer.

"Well, at some of you kids have spirit." The man whispered before speaking up again. "Alright, let's get to the main show! I'm gonna give ya the 411 on how this practical's gonna go down, ya dig? So are you REAAADDYYY?!"

Again, an awkward silence filled the room, save for the same handful of students who cheered before. The proctor felt even more awkward after that one. 'Man, you kids are killin' me here.'

"Ohmygosh, it's the voice hero, Present Mic! So cool!" Izuku said, covering his mouth as his eyes sparkled with glee.

"Oh ya, that's the radio guy," Ochako whispered back. One of the many things the brunette learned about hanging out with Izuku for almost a year was that he listened to Mic's show every day.

"Dude's even louder in person," Katsuki grumbled. Sure, he was excited at the presence of a pro-hero in front of him. But even hero admiration had its limits, and the explosive blond personally disliked overly loud people like Mic. Unfortunately, the irony was lost on him.

"So here's the low-down: inside those exam folders ya got from the practical, you'll see a letter under your examinee number." Mic explained as the screen displayed an image of eight squares, each with a different letter. "That's your assigned battle site! You rockin' boys & girls are gonna be hitting an artificial cityscape. Your goal: Smash as many fake villains as ya can with style…and before the ten-minute timer runs out."

"Huh," Katsuki said as he looked over his exam card alongside Izuku and Ochako. "Looks like they're separating us by what middle school we went to."

"Hey, you're right," Izuku commented. Even though his and Katsuki's numbers were one after the other, Izuku was assigned to Battle Site B, but Katsuki was assigned to Battle Site A.

"But check it out," Ochako said, showing her card to the boys. She was also in Battle Site B. "We're in the same site, Izuku!"

"Oh, cool!" Izuku said. The two smiled at each other, making Katsuki roll his eyes.

'Get a room, you two.'

"Okay, okay, let's check out your targets." Mic continued as the screen changed to show a mock-up of the cityscape and three robotic silhouettes, each with a different number under them. "There are three types of robo-villains at each of these facilities. Ya earn a set amount of points based on how tough the bot ya just took down was. So your goal is to raise your score, using your quirks, know-how, special fighting techniques, whatever! Just shred them like a heavy-metal guitar solo! Or you can go the less destructive route and just immobilize the robots or shut them down. But don't get too carried away and attack the other examinees. You're here to be heroes, after all."

"Excuse me, sir, but I have a question!"

"Yes, the young man with the blue hair and glasses! You're on!"

"Thank you," the boy said before he stood up. He was a tall and bulky young man, so much so that one could almost mistake him for a college student. He had short blue hair, not a single strand out of place, sharp eyebrows, blue eyes behind a pair of rectangular glasses, and a beige suit. Everything about him screamed, 'serious business' as he held up the exam sheet. "On the printout, you listed four types of fake villains, not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials, it is shameful. We are exemplary students; we expect the best from Japan's most notable hero school. A mistake such as this won't due." He then turned around and pointed to Izuku, Katsuki, and Ochako, glaring at the three. "Additionally, you three have been chatting all this time; stop that. If you would rather pretend that this is a social gathering and refuse to take this exam seriously, please leave and quit distracting the rest of us."

"Geez, what crawled up your ass and died, Shovel Chin?" Katsuki retorted back, getting a few laughs and 'oohs' from the surrounding examinees.

"Kacchan!" Izuku and Ochako chastised while the blue-haired young man let out an offended gasp.

"Shovel Chin?" He said before rubbing his admittedly square chin.

"Alright, alright, settle down, boys! Save that aggression for the big bad bots," Present Mic said. "And as for that 'error,' Examinee 7111, it ain't actually one. Get this; the fourth villain type is worth zero points! Zilch! Nada! Nothing! There's one at every site but think of it more like an obstacle or environmental hazard. Not saying ya can't try to fight it, but there's really no point in trying. Just focus on the ones actually worth something."

"Thank you, sir!" the blue-haired boy said with a bow. "Please continue."

"That's all I got for ya today! But I'll sign off with a little present; a sample of our school motto! As a certain Man of Tomorrow once said: "A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." How's that for a sound byte?" Mic then lowered his glasses, looking at the students with red eyes. "You kids ready to go beyond? LET'S HEAR A PLUS ULTRA!"

"PLUS ULTRA!" Izuku, Ochako, and a few other students in the crowd shouted, being pumped up at Mic's speech.

"That's what I'm talking about! Good luck out there, listeners!"

As everyone began to stand up and leave, Katsuki spoke to Izuku and Ochako. "Make sure you two don't blow it. It's gonna be boring as hell if I have to go to UA by myself."

"What makes you think you can't fail?" Ochako teased.

"Oh, please; I'm awesome. I'm gonna get in for sure."

"I don't doubt that," Izuku said before holding his fist up. "Good luck, Kacchan."

Ochako joined in, holding her fist out. Katsuki grinned a bit before bumping fists with the two of them. "Good Luck, guys."

Ten minutes later, Izuku and Ochako changed into their exercise gear and were now standing in front of the gates of the massive cityscape for Site B alongside a crowd of other applicants.

"Woah, that's crazy huge!" Ochako said in awe of the sheer enormity of the battle site. "It's as big as a real city!"

"UA's not the top hero school for nothing," Izuku said, slapping his cheeks to calm his nerves. This was it. This was what a lifetime of training, building, and planning led to. He felt a tightening in his chest, his hands shaking and sweat coming down his brow. 'You can do this, you can do this, you can do this.'

Present Mic was sitting on top of the gates, watching the examinees through a pair of binoculars.

"Things all right at Site B?" A monotone voice asked the mic over his ear comm.

"Everything looks a-okay, my man." The blond hero stated before looking in the distance and seeing something that made him cock an eyebrow. "Hey, Shouta, I think something's off."

"How so?"

"We've got two support trucks on their way to Site B." Indeed, just as Mic said, two UA-owned trucks were driving towards the site. These were the support trucks to deliver any support gear the applicants had requested for the exam. But normally, they only ever needed one truck per battle site. "Was there some kind of clerical error?"

"You really need to pay more attention to the meetings. Apparently, one of the examinees at your site requested a very special piece of support gear. And whatever it is, it's big enough to warrant sending a second truck."

"Seriously?! What kind of Quirk needs a big honkin' piece like that?!"

"No clue. Ask Maijima; he's in charge of all that stuff."

Back below, the drivers were calling any students that requested support gear. At the same time…

"I'm looking for an Izuku Midoriya." A man that looked like an anthropomorphic blue wolf said through a megaphone. "Izuku Midoriya?"

"That's me!" Izuku said as he approached the truck, showing his examinee number. The driver looked it over.

"Alright, that checks out," the wolfman said before unlocking the back of the truck. "Gotta tell ya, I've seen some impressive hero gear…but nothing like this. I definitely wasn't expecting Mr. Maijima to sign off on it."

Izuku had known publicly that Power Loader was also a member of the UA staff. Higari had tried to get Izuku in as a recommended student. Unfortunately, most of the other teachers and the board of education rejected Power Loader's recommendation, citing that it was far too dangerous to allow a Quirkless child such as Izuku into the hero course. Higari had tried desperately to show them copies of Izuku's notes and schematics along with videos of Striker, but they wouldn't budge.

But he did help Izuku with the paperwork to register a special kind of support gear. Izuku hopped into the back of the truck and smiled.

Near the trailer's end was a green robot. Striker looked straight out of a mecha anime from the Showa era. It had a large, rectangular torso with broad shoulders and rounded edges. Its limbs were long and cylindrical with blocky hands and large, wide feet. Striker's head was large and spherical with similarly large blue eyes, a vent resembling a smiling mouth, and a pair of fins on top of the head in the shape of a "V."

Izuku gazed up at Striker. This robot that he had been imagining, drawing, and building for the last three years. It was finally time. No more testing. No more planning. No more dreaming. It was time to make it a reality.

"Okay, big guy; let's show everyone what we can do," Izuku said as he approached Striker. The young man reached to the lower right side of the torso, grabbing and turning a lever that caused the chest to open, revealing the cockpit. Izuku hopped inside, buckling up and pulling the hatch back down. Even though he was surrounded by darkness, Izuku knew the layout by heart. So when he pulled out what looked like a green and black Sci-Fi car key, he knew exactly where it needed to go. The boy took a deep breath before his eyes hardened with determination.

"Ignition Start!"

Izuku inserted the key into the console port and turned it.

"Ignition Key Recognized. Begin Boot-Up Sequence." A computerized voice came from the cockpit's speakers.

The screen in front of Izuku lit up, showing a video feed straight from Striker's optics. A deck containing a keyboard and control sticks slid out from behind the seat and laid out in front of Izuku. Izuku grabbed a headset from another side compartment and placed it on his head.

"All Systems are GO!"

Izuku stepped on the pedals and pushed the levers forward. In response, Striker's eyes flashed blue as it began to stand up. Then, the green mecha leaped out of the trailer, shaking the earth as it landed, knocking a few people over. The other examinees gaped at Striker in awe, confusion, and wonder.

"Wait, is that one of the robo-villains?!"

"No, I saw some green-haired kid climb into it."

"Oh, maybe he's got some kind of technomancy Quirk!"

"Dude, that's so freakin' manly!"

Izuku chuckled a bit as Striker's audio receptors picked up the chatter. He knew his machine would cause a stir, but he still felt bashful getting all this attention from strangers.

"Man, I still can't get over how cool Striker looks!" Ochako said as she walked toward the robot.

"THANK OCHA-" Izuku spoke through Striker's externals…at an exceedingly high volume, making Ochako and several students flinch. Even Present Mic flinched from the sound. Izuku noticed and immediately cranked the external volume down. "Sorry!"

Across the yard was the blue-haired young man who had called out Izuku, Katsuki, and Ochako earlier. He was now clad in a blue spandex suit that cut off at his elbows and knees. Each of his calves had six pipes sticking out the back of them. The young man stared at Ochako and Striker, contemplating her and the boy inside the mech. Honestly, he didn't know what to make of what he was seeing. The two were clearly not taking the exam seriously, given they were pointlessly chatting here and during orientation with their foul-mouthed friend. But even someone with limited knowledge of mechanics could tell that the 5-meter tall robot must have taken months, perhaps even years, to build. Was this allowed? Did UA really let an examinee register that as their support item?

He had heard mumbling and whispers among the other examinees as they speculated what sort of Quirk the green-haired boy had. Some said it was a technopathy Quirk. Others said he had a metal-controlling Quirk. Some even said he had a Quirk that generates electricity that lets him act as the robot's main power source. Either way, the bespectacled young man was intrigued by this odd boy.

'So, that's the kid Maijima tried to recommend,' Present Mic thought to himself as he looked at Striker. The voice hero smirked before looking down at his watch. Just a few seconds left before the test started. 'Well, at least this year's practical won't be boring.'

Without warning, the gates to the battle site opened, and Mic shouted out into the air, "Well, what are you kids waiting for!? There's no countdown IRL, SO GET ON IN THERE!"

As the students made a mad dash for the gate, Izuku smirked and pressed the triggers on his joysticks. Two sections of Striker's back slid open, revealing two boosters. "Striker, Go!"

The jet boosters on Striker's back ignited. With a leap, the mechanical wonder leaped over the entire crowd of students. At the same time, Ochako looked on in amazement, even as she tried to cut through the crowd. After 'flying' past the other examiners and the entrance, Striker landed with a metallic THUD and began sprinting through the cityscape.

'Alright, first one in.' Izuku thought to himself before making Striker turn the corner. 'So it shouldn't be long before-'

"Die, Hero!"

'There we go!' Through Striker's eyes, Izuku saw a lime green robot with a rectangular head and red optics rushing towards him. And he recognized the design a bit from his years of studying robotics. 'So they got their boys from Acorn Dynamics,' he thought, referencing a famous support company that provided robots for hero security and training.

The two robots ran towards each other, but Striker was clearly faster as it closed the distance. The 1-Pointer robot swung a haymaker at Striker. Izuku blocked the attack with Striker's left arm. "Strike Fist!" With no way to block or dodge, Striker landed a devastating punch on the robo-villain, taking its head clean off.

"Opening Fire!"

Suddenly, Izuku heard the sound of hundreds of metallic pings against Striker's armor. He turned and saw two 3-Pointers unloading rounds of tranquilizer darts at him. Izuku couldn't help but chuckle at the robo-villain's efforts, almost feeling bad for them. Almost. Smirking slyly, Izuku raised Striker's arm, and an aiming reticle appeared on his screen. "Anchor Knuckle!"

Clamps on Striker's forearm released. Its fist fired off like a missile while a sturdy chain tethered it to Striker's bicep. The attack pulverized the 3-Pointer's torso. Izuku then retracted Striker's fist and charged at the other 3-Pointer. Striker grabbed the robo-villain with both hands and tossed it into the air. The bot flailed helplessly as it landed on a 2-Pointer, destroying both. "Alright!" Izuku exclaimed. "That's nine points already."

"Dude!" Izuku saw a girl in the distance with purple hair. "I was gonna take that one down!"

"Sorry!" Izuku said before Striker's receptors picked more loud noises. He quickly glanced at the surrounding area. The streets were now full of students and robo-villains duking it out. And Izuku couldn't help but smile as he saw his fellow applicants using their Quirks. There were so many of them, and they were so cool!

He saw a black-haired teen with rock-like skin tanking a barrage of darts from a 3-Pointer before uppercutting its head off. A green-haired girl leaped above the swing of a 1-Pointer like a frog and landed on its back. She climbed across its back and flipped the robot's OFF switch. Another girl immobilized a 2-Pointer by making mushrooms sprout inside its body. A short boy tossed some balls from his head that trapped a 3-Pointer. Another boy slashed a 2-Pointer to pieces with his dragon-like hands. He even saw that intense blue-haired guy using a rocket-powered kick to decimate a 1-Pointer.

"YAAA!" Izuku turned towards the sound, and his eyes widened. Ochako was holding a now weightless 1-Pointer in her hands and used it like a makeshift bludgeon against a 3-Pointer, destroying both robots. "Alright, that's twelve points."

"W-wow." As Ochako rushed to her next target, Izuku looked at her in awe, a light blush painting his freckled cheeks before he shook his head. Taking a quick glance at the corner of the screen, Izuku saw that Striker had twelve minutes of operation time left.

'Focus!' Izuku thought as he and Striker headed towards their next target. Now wasn't the time to think about how awesome…and weirdly hot the sight of Ochako beating up a robot with another robot was.

Meanwhile…

"Well, we seem to have quite the interesting crop of applicants this year," said Nezu, the anthropomorphic rat (or possibly bear or prairie dog) who held the position of UA High School's principal. He and several members of the UA staff were watching all of the practicals going on and, more specifically, how the students were conducting themselves and performing.

There were quite a few notable students to keep an eye on. There was a pink-skinned girl spraying acid on the bots. A boy with a bird head summoning a shadow creature to pulverize a 3-Pointer. A girl with giant hands. And so many others.

One of the teachers watching was a tall, muscular man clad in a red & black spandex costume with a matching domino mask. He had short silver hair, crimson eyes, and fangs. And he was looking at one student in particular.

"So, that's the kid you tried recommending, right?" The tall man asked Higari, who was sitting in front of him.

"Yup! Pretty wicked, huh?" Power Loader said with a bit of pride as he watched the feed of Striker beating another 3-Pointer into submission.

"I'll say." The tall man stated.

"It's really not." The man sitting next to the silver-haired man stated. He was his exact opposite. Lanky, messy black hair, tired eyes, and had a costume consisting of a black coat, pants, a scarf, and a pair of yellow goggles. "Especially considering you obviously built that suit for him."

"What're you trying to say?" Higari asked with a concealed glare.

"I'm saying that anyone would be doing well, or at least be passable, if they had a robot suit like that," the dark-haired man drawled. "So far, nothing about this kid stands out."

Higari growled at that. He didn't expect someone like Eraserhead to understand. Sure, Higari did help build Striker. But everything about its design, its looks, and how it functioned came from Izuku. The kid had spent the last year learning how to pilot it, turning Striker into an extension of himself.

But while Higari grumbled, the tall silver-haired man watched as the practical exam continued.

Soon enough, the exam was approaching the end of the time limit, with less than four minutes remaining.

"Well, I think it's time we see what our applicants are really made of," Nezu said. He turned towards Toshinori Yagi, clad in a yellow pinstripe suit and sitting next to the talking rat. "Toshi, if you will?"

"Of course," Toshinori said before taking a quick glance at the screen. He saw Ochako making several robots drop from the sky, Katsuki blowing up the torso of a 2-Pointer, and Izuku punching a 1-Pointer. 'Young Uraraka, I hope you and your friends can handle this. The real test starts now.'

With that, Toshinori pressed a big red button with the number '0.'

Back at Site B…

'Okay, so that makes twenty-four points,' Izuku thought as he searched for more robo-villains to fight. There were just over three minutes left, and the boys were getting more scarce. But then, everything suddenly started to shake. 'What the hell?! Is someone using an earthquake Quirk? No, that doesn't make sense. I would've felt that earlier if…if….'

Izuku's train of thought stopped as a colossal shadow covered the street. Striker's head turned up, and Izuku gasped at what he saw on screen. It was another robo-villain…and one that was easily ten stories high. And in response to seeing the absolutely titanic mechanoid towering over him, Izuku naturally could only say one thing.

"HOLY SH-"

The gigantic robot let out a mechanical roar before smashing the building next to it, raining debris everywhere. Izuku acted on instinct, quickly turning Striker in the opposite direction and running away.

'What the hell is that?! UA expects us to fight that?!' Izuku thought before remembering what Present Mic said about the Zero-Pointer robots. That the Zero-Pointers were more of an environmental hazard than an enemy, and how it was pointless to fight them. 'Forget pointless: I don't even think Striker would be able to even put a dent in that monster!'

Izuku saw all the other examinees running from the Zero-Pointer in the distance, spotting Ochako among the crowd of terrified teenagers. He was about to follow them when suddenly…

"I'M STUCK!" Striker turned around, and Izuku's eyes widened. There was a boy trapped under a pile of rubble. He was a black-haired boy of Chinese descent that Izuku had seen using dragon claws earlier. He desperately slashed at the debris, his eyes filled with terror as the Zero-Pointer stomped closer towards him. "No…someone, please…PLEASE HELP ME!"

Izuku didn't know what happened next. Before he even realized what was going on, Izuku gripped the controls, and Striker blasted off towards the trapped boy.

'W-What am I doing?' Izuku thought to himself. In the back of his mind, he thought that there was no way UA would be so negligent in letting a student get killed by the Zero-Pointer. It was just a test. And yet…it was like his very being was outright refusing to let him ignore the boy in peril. Striker stopped near the black-haired boy, surprising him.

"Don't worry! I'm going to get you out of here." Striker got to work immediately, picking up the building piece and tossing it away. "Can you still walk?"

"I-I'll try." The boy said, grunting a bit as he stood up. "I think I'm-AGGGHH!"

The Zero-Pointer was practically on top of them now, its massive metal foot quickly threatening to crush them. And once more, Izuku acted without thinking and had Striker move. As the foot came down, the metallic green robot actually managed to catch the foot. But its arms immediately began to strain under the sheer weight of the Zero-Pointer, warning alarms blaring inside the cockpit. But regardless, Izuku stayed his course in holding it up, less both he and the dragon scale boy both be crushed.

"RUN!" Izuku shouted. The boy nodded and limped away quickly. That was one problem solved, but Izuku was clueless about how he would escape. If he tried to move out, Striker would have to stop holding the foot up, letting it crush both of them before he could escape. And Striker couldn't hold up for much longer. He could hear the sounds of metal bending and screws popping out of its sockets. 'Is…is this it? Am I going to die here, just taking the entrance exam?!'

In the crowd of fleeing teenagers, Ochako saw Striker struggling under the weight of the Zero-Pointer. And for the second time in her life, Ochako's body moved without thinking.

As she ran forward, pink energy began to shine around her legs, shimmering like stars in the sky. Everyone stared in shock as Ochako leaped into the air, her shoes and pant leggings destroyed by the sheer force. As she rapidly approached the robot's head, Ochako gritted her teeth and reared her arm back. That same energy shimmered around her arm, her sleeves ripped apart and pink glowing veins appearing all across her arm. For a second, the brunette remembered her mentor's words.

"When the time comes, and you feel that power within you, clench your teeth and yell with all of your heart and soul!"

Ochako did just that, only saying one word but shouting it at the top of her lungs.

"SMAAAAASH!"

Ochako's fist made contact with the Zero-Pointer's head, the sound of impact echoing across the entire cityscape. The incredible force caved the giant robot's head in, and the mechanical behemoth was sent hurtling backward, landing on the city streets with a loud thud.

There was a stunned silence among the teenagers, Izuku, and UA teachers as they tried to process what had just happened. All while Toshinori smiled.

"…wh-what?" Izuku sputtered before his brain finally processed what he just saw. He knew Ochako was training hard, but that was the result?! How did she even do that?! Her Quirk didn't work that way!

But Izuku's questions were brought to a halt when he saw Ochako falling. Thankfully, Ochako managed to stop herself by using her Quirk to make herself weightless, stopping several feet before she hit the ground. Izuku got out of Striker and ran towards the floating brunette until he stood directly under her.

"Ochako! I'll catch you!"

"O-Okay," Ochako said. Izuku noticed her voice sounded strained. He also saw Ochako moving until her left arm moved to her unmoving right arm. With the deactivation of her Quirk, she fell into Izuku's waiting arms. She looked up at him and smiled. "Glad you're okay, Izuku."

"Ya, thanks to yo-OH MY GOD!"

Izuku saw the state of Ochako's right arm and legs…and it took all his will not to throw up. Her limbs were bruised purple like they had been run over by a steamroller, bits of blood dripping from them. Overall, combined with the pained tears coming out of her eyes, Ochako looked utterly wrecked.

"D-Does it look bad?" Ochako asked. "Because it feels really bad."

"O-Ochako, what did you—"

"AND TIME'S UP!"

Across the multiple battle sites, all the robots shut down instantaneously.

"ANY STUDENTS WHO ARE INJURED, WE GOT MEDICAL ROBOTS THAT CAN TREAT YOUR INJURIES, AS WELL AS A FULL TEAM OF MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS WITH HEALING QUIRKS ON THE WAY!"

"Okay, Ochako, let's get you some help," Izuku said as he carried Ochako to the approaching medical robots, with the boy from earlier watching both of them.

Later…

Ochako groaned as she opened up her eyes. She saw that she was in a medical bed, with her right arm and legs in casts and held up by slings. "Where-"

"You're in the UA Medical Center, dearie." Ochako turned and saw a small old lady wearing a doctor's coat standing next to her bed alongside Izuku. She had her gray hair in a bun, wore a pair of blue visor glasses, a long pink skirt that covered her feet, and was walking on a cane that looked like a giant syringe. "Your boyfriend over here brought you to the medical transport, but you passed out on the way."

"Boyfriend?" Ochako asked with a raised eyebrow while Izuku had a light blush on his face.

"I'm not-" Izuku began to say before the women continued.

"I must say, dearie, your limbs were absolutely torn and broken. Is your Quirk supposed to work like that?"

"Um…well…" Ochako said, visibly sweating. "...my Quirk sort of…mutated recently. And my body's not used to it yet."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "How recent?"

"...four days ago."

"You never said anything about that." Izuku pointed out.

"I mean, we had the exam coming up, and I didn't want to distract you and others from studying. I…" Ochako said before letting out a big yawn. "...I wasn't even planning on using that part of my quirk for the exam."

"And yet, you still used it."

Ochako looked at the woman, then at Izuku, smiling at the green-haired boy. "I mean, I couldn't just let one of my best friends get crushed."

Izuku gave his own smile, genuinely touched before the brunette yawned again.

"My limbs don't hurt as much…but…so tired…."

"That's Recovery Girl's Quirk," Izuku explained. "See, by planting a kiss on someone injured, she can heal almost any injury. But doing so requires using the injured party's stamina too—"

Izuku was once more cut off, this time by Ochako's snoring.

"You should probably head out, young man. Unfortunately, with those injuries, she'll be out for a while." Recovery Girl stated.

"Are you sure? I don't think I should just leave her here."

"Don't worry; we'll call her parents to pick her up."

"Okay, I guess," Izuku said, taking one last look at the sleeping Ochako before heading out. Recovery Girl looked at the departing greenette and the brunette and smiled briefly. She had seen the two during the entrance exam, and they were two interesting kids, to say the very least.

One week later…

"Well…that was…something," Inko said as she, Hisashi, and Izuku stared down at the half-eaten chicken lo mein, fried rice, and pork buns.

"It is certainly food," Hisashi said as he half-heartedly chewed a strange-tasting bun.

"I think Aunt Mitsuki might've overhyped this place a bit." Izuku chimed in.

"Ya." Inko said with a sigh. She cherished her best friend, but the woman had a habit of overhyping certain restaurants (Indian and Chinese food specifically), leading to some disappointment.

"Well, that's 4000 yen down the drain," Hisashi said. "You guys want to order some Pizza Hut?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

"Sweet. Izuku, please start cleaning the dishes while I'll place the order."

"Got it," Izuku said as he and Inko began to clear the table while Hisashi went to go get his laptop to place the pizza order.

As Izuku began to scrub a bowl, like what had happened all throughout the week, his mind wandered towards the entrance exam. He had taken out a fair amount of robo-villains, but his mind couldn't help but bring up some unpleasant questions; did he earn enough points? Did Ochako and Kacchan earn enough points? And more importantly…would UA even accept someone like him? Yes, they did let him take the exam, but they could've just been doing that for just a PR stunt. Hell, would they consider using Striker cheating?

While this was going on, Inko was going through the mail they had received earlier that day. And when she spotted a particular envelope, her eyes widened.

"IZUKU!" The chubby greenette shouted, getting her son and husband's attention. The woman quickly ran towards Izuku and showed him a white envelope, closed with a wax seal and the UA logo. "It's from UA!"

A few minutes later, Izuku was in his room, sitting on his desk as he stared down at the letter. How was it he was feeling more nervous about opening and reading a letter than fighting robots? The green-haired boy tried breathing to calm his nerves, to limited success. 'Come on, Izuku; calm down. The worse thing they can do is…reject you.'

After that rather sullen thought, Izuku decided to just bite the bullet and unsealed the envelope. However, instead of a letter, there was a small disk-like object with a blue 'Play' button on the side. Izuku placed it on his desk and hit the button. A hologram was projected, and safe to say, Izuku was not ready for who was in the message.

"I AM HERE…to deliver your test results!"

"N-No way! ALL MIGHT?!" Izuku shouted in disbelief. Indeed, the Number 1 hero and Symbol of Peace was the star of the recorded message, in all his heroic glory, which even his odd yellow pin-stripe suit couldn't wipe away.

"Greetings, Izuku Midoriya! In case you don't know who I am, my name is All Might. Public Servant, arbiter of justice, defender of the meek, and as of this upcoming spring semester, the newest addition to UA's Teaching Staff!"

"Oh, wow!" Izuku said in excitement. 'That must be why he's been spotted in Musutafu so much lately! He's been preparing for a new side job! Oh, the guys on the All Might subreddit are never gonna believe this!'

"Now, onto your results. I must say, young Midoriya, you were quite the unorthodox applicant. As far as I can recall, we've never had someone use a machine quite like yours to take the exam. Which, let me say, very impressive craftsmanship, and a cool-looking robot if you ask me."

All Might thought Striker was cool!

"You did rack up an impressive amount of villain points. However, there was some concern among the examiners for letting someone of your…particular circumstances into the hero course."

"Oh," Izuku said to himself, fearing for the worse.

"But thankfully, we weren't just looking at combat ability." The boy raised an eyebrow at that statement. "You see, that exam wasn't just to test your might. We were also testing how you and the other youngsters conducted yourselves."

The recording changed to show footage of Striker running towards the Zero-Pointer and saving that black-haired boy.

"While everyone else ran, you showed an incredible amount of bravery and fortitude. There was no tangible reward, but you ran in to save young Rin's life."

Rin. So that was that guy's name. The footage then showed Striker lifting the rubble off of Rin and then holding the Zero-Pointer's massive foot up.

"You were willing to risk your life to save someone in danger. Anyone can throw a punch. But there's more to being a hero than just fighting. A true hero saves those in danger, even if they're scared or know they might not make it back alive. And as far as I'm concerned, young Midoriya, you have the qualities of a true hero."

The recording then showed a scoreboard that showcased the top 10 examinees and their scores, which were separated into two columns; Villain Points and Rescue Points.

Izuku read them and smiled as he saw that Ochako and Katsuki were the top two, respectively. And right at number 5, with 34 villain points and 30 Rescue Points…was his name. This breath hitched as the recording showed All Might once more.

"We would be fools not to accept someone whose heart clearly beats with a noble spirit and a desire to save those in front of him."

"D-Does that mean…" Izuku began, his eyes watering as All Might held his hand out.

"Welcome, Izuku Midoriya, to your Hero Academia."

The rest of the recording went into more particulars about his enrollment…but it was all background noise. Tears poured from Izuku's eyes as his mouth formed into the biggest, brightest smile in his life.

"I did it. I passed. I PASSED!" Izuku shouted as he stood up triumphantly. "I'M GOING TO UA!"

The boy's cries of happiness were heard all the way in the living room, Inko shredding her own tears of joy while Hisashi had a proud smile on his face.

Izuku rubbed the tears from his eyes, and they took on a determined look. 'After all this time, my dream is that much closer to coming true.' He clenched his fist, looking up at his roof. 'I can actually do this! With Striker, I can actually become a hero!'

The next chapter in Izuku's life, even though the boy didn't know it yet, was going to be filled with incredible hardship and bizarre surprises that would test his very soul. But for now, he was simply a young man, basking in the joy of being accepted into the top hero school and ready to make his lifelong dream a reality.

Epilogue: A Reawakened Nightmare…

"Sweet, Buddha; this place seems like ass." A scrawny punk-looking teenager with spiked green hair said he followed his friends through a hallway. "Sayuri, you sure there's anything worthwhile in this old place?"

"I'm positive!" A diminutive girl with glowing hands said as she led the group of five friends through an abandoned factory-like location. "Just look at the architecture! If I had to wager a bet, this place must've been built around a century ago! Right around the time of the Emergence!"

"Uh, I'm missing out on my shows for a history lesson. Lame." A girl with bright blue hair and mouse-like features said as she blew a gum bubble.

"Come on, Iori; if there's anything valuable in this place, we can probably fix it up and sell it for a fortune!" A large young man with a bright smile and broad shoulders said before talking to the smaller boy riding his shoulders. "Right, Fudo."

"That's right, Kaido!"

Matsuda couldn't help but crack a small grin. His group of friends had formed a paranormal investigation club in their middle school days and continued as the five went into high school. Even though they didn't find anything most of the time, the young punk just had a blast hanging out with his buddies.

But during one of his training ventures into the forest outside their small town, Kaido had found the entrance to some kind of underground base. After discussing it, the Barbatos High Paranormal Investigation Club decided to make it their latest case.

Eventually, the five came into a lone room deep within the facility. The light from Sayaka's hands illuminated the room, showing a lab with various old terminals and mechanical components scattered about. But in the center of the room was a dark-blue robot on top of an operating table.

It was a few inches taller than an adult male, and its paint job and limbs were scuffed and a bit rusted from time.

"Oh, cool!" Fudo shouted as he got off of Kaido's shoulders to get a closer look at the robot.

"Huh. That's neat." Iori said as she looked at the bot.

"What do you think it is?" Matsuda asked.

"Only one way to find out." Fudo proclaimed before rubbing his hands together, his friction quirk creating a powerful electrical current. He then placed his hand and blasted the bot with electricity. The machine's old battery was jump-started and its eyes took on a green glow. The robot then sat up and looked at the five amazed teenagers. It then spoke in a calm voice, "Four Q-Factors detected."

"What's a Q-Fac-" Fudo was cut off as, without any warning, the robot grabbed the short boy and lifted him up by the neck.

"Hey, what are you-"

SNAP!

Matsuda and the others went silent at that sound, with Fudo's flailing body going stiff. The robot dropped Fudo with a thud, his eyes lifeless, staring straight at his friends. Sayuri screamed in horror while Matsuda and Iori were on the verge of vomiting, and Kaido was shaking.

"Factor 1: Annihilated."

"F-Fudo…you!" Kaido's body began to shift and take on an appearance similar to that of an Oni, flames spewing from his mouth, and he glared at the machine. "YOU BASTARD! I'll TEAR YOU APART!"

Kaido charged ahead, bodychecking the robot and slamming him into the wall. The demonic-looking teenager punched the machine over and over, each punch causing cracks to form in the wall. But then, when he reared his right arm back to punch again, the robot caught the fist with its left hand while its right hand transformed into a metallic sword that began to vibrate at a high frequency. The metallic murderer swung its right hand upwards with deadly efficiency, cutting Kaido's right arm clean off at the bicep.

The young man bellowed in agony, and before could react, the robot stabbed him right through the chest, the vibrations piercing and shredding his heart within seconds. The robot retracted the sword hand from Kaido, and the large youngster fell to the ground, dead.

"Factor 2: Annihilated."

Iori let out a bloodcurdling scream and tried to run towards the room's exit…but the robot locked its eyes on her and pointed its left pointer finger. The finger extended into a barrel, and then…

BANG!

"Factor 3: Annihilated."

Iori barely felt the bullet piercing her head one second, her eyes frozen in terror as she too fell to the ground, slaughtered at the machine's hands.

Enraged, Matsuda grabbed a nearby loose pipe, charging at the robot. He swung the pipe and struck the machine's chest over and over, but strangely, the murderous robot didn't retaliate. It only tilted its head as it looked at Matsuda, its knife turned back into a hand. The machine then grabbed Matsuda by the collar and tossed him aside, causing the young punk to slam into a nearby table.

Sayuri sat on the ground, her legs paralyzed with fear as the robot stomped towards her, tears flowing out of her eyes. "S-Stay back! P-Please…d-do…don't kill-"

The robot swung its fist down and struck Sayuri in the chest, causing her to cough out a dangerous amount of blood. The second swing shattered her ribs. The third swing collapsed her lungs. The fourth swing popped her heart. And the fifth swing brought it all to an end before the robot stood up straight over the now-deceased girl. Its metallic hands were now covered in blood, as well as bits of flesh and bone.

"Factor 4: Annihilated."

"N-No…" Matsuda said. He felt numb and terrified, the horrific realization sweeping over him. In less than two minutes, his club…his friends, the people he had known since pre-school…were all dead. And the machine that killed them all was marching towards him. Matsuda could do nothing but weep at the inevitable, closing his eyes as the robot stopped in front of him. But then, it spoke.

"Do not worry, civilian; all Q-Factors have been annihilated. You are safe now."

"…what?"

The robot turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Matsuda in the dark, alone with the corpses of the Investigation Club. His lips shivered, his body shaking…and then, Matsuda let out a scream of pure sorrow that echoed throughout the abandoned base, his poor young mind shattered like the bodies of his friends.

But the scream did not phase the machine as it stomped throughout the halls, walking towards the exit.

"Objective: Find and activate Chinso."

Ignorance was truly bliss that night. Most citizens of Japan were sleeping soundly, unaware that a nightmare from a century ago had reawakened. Unaware of the metal menace that was soon about to befall them.

Author's Note 2: And with that, the prologue arc to My Super Robot Academia has officially ended! And starting from the next chapter, we're gonna start Izuku and his friends' journeys to becoming true heroes. However, don't come in expecting things to be just like in canon, just with Izuku in a super robot. That ain't how me and xpegasus roll!

You've seen Striker in action, seen that Ochako's packing a bit more firepower than expected, and have bared witness to a new threat that our rookie heroes will soon have to contend with!

Next Time: The Semester Begins! Welcome to UA!

Until then, have a safe and pleasant day! See ya next time!