Izuku was dressed in the U.A. Uniform, he was walking to class 1-A, and he had no idea why he was doing this. He could've just sent his uniform back and gone to any other school but nooooo, he had to be a hero! He hated himself.
He walked into the class, trying to make himself as small as possible. He saw several people he recognized, some from the entrance exam, many others from different worlds. He wanted to say he knew them, but all he knew about them was from the caricatures he saw a brief glimpse of while in another world.
"Excuse me, having your feet on the desk is inappropriate. It disrespects the school and the people in it." Iida was here, they didn't meet in this world, so that was good.
Kaachan had his feet on his desk as usual. "Oh, would you shut up you extra? Why should I listen to some jerk with a stick up his ass?"
Izuku stopped looking at the argument, he didn't want to be seen staring. He made his way to his seat and sat down. Nobody paid attention to him, they were focused on Iida and Kaachan. Eventually, the rest of the class came in.
Very soon, the door opened, and Mr. Aizawa, or Eraserhead, walked in. He looked very tired, like most other versions of him, and was dragging his sleeping bag behind him. Izuku wasn't excited to see him, most worlds with him have them be father and son/daughter. Those get extremely weird.
"I'm your homeroom teacher. Call me Mr. Aizawa." He pulled out some blue clothing, "This is your gym uniform, put them on and meet me in the courtyard." He left.
Izuku went before everyone else, he wanted to get there first.
Izuku got dressed quickly and left before the other guys arrived. He then went to the courtyard. He was the first one there, shortly followed by everyone else.
Aizawa was already there, "You're all finally here. Next time be faster, wasting time is irrational. Today you will be doing a quirk apprehension test. It's like the tests you took in middle school, except you're allowed to use your quirks. Let's get started." The class wasn't very enthusiastic. "By the way, if you place last overall, you're expelled." That got them going.
This was the best outcome for Izuku, if he got expelled then he could get into a normal school. Well, it's that or quit voluntarily, he'll just have to talk to the teacher, using words. Yeah, getting expelled was the best option.
The first event was the fifty-meter dash, it was done with two people at a time. Izuku was placed next to Ochako Uraraka. Someone he's met many, many times. Dating, siblings, already married, that and many other things. One time they were maids, he didn't want to think about that.
"You good? You seem nervous." Uraraka was always nice. Except for when she wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm not a strong runner." He always got last in middle school.
"You made it into the hero course. I'm sure you'll do great!" She gave him a playful push. Oh crap!
Izuku was in a different world. He was outside, and the rest of the class surrounded him. They looked focused. Jiro didn't have her ear things, and Ashido, whom he had met a few times, wasn't pink. It was a world without quirks, but he still might be a criminal, or it was training, maybe even a prank. It was impossible to know.
Aizawa was outside the circle, he was in a karate gi. "Twelve!" Jiro walked up to him and punched him in the face. It was a training exercise. He fell to the ground. "Oh, crap! You good?"
"Don't mind him. That's the consequence for failing training." Aizawa made Jiro go back to the circle. "Get up Midoriya, getting punched is not an excuse to give up." He stood up, barely. "Nine!" He was on the floor again, this time it was Uraraka kicking him in the gut.
It was the usual beatdown Izuku faced regularly. It was thoroughly awful. He couldn't blame them because they thought he was someone else, the punches hurt like hell, and explaining his quirk would be impossible. Mostly because they were kicking his ass.
It was about ten minutes later when they stopped. He wasn't moving, there was pain all over. "Get up Midoriya. It's Mineta's turn in the circle." Two people helped him up, and when they let go he was back on the floor. "Drag him out, he'll get back when he recovers." The floor on his face felt amazing,
Half an hour later, the fatigue went down enough for him to stand. He had a good pain tolerance from years of these types of beatings. It was still hard to stand, though. He made his way back to the circle.
"What's wrong, Midoriya? You usually get up faster after a beating like that." It was Ojiro, a guy he met a few times, but only enough to remember his name, nothing else about him seemed interesting.
"Six!" Ojiro kicked Jiro in the gut, and she deflected it. He came back after.
"I've been tired recently." It was true, he lost sleep by sleeping on the couch, he'd rather die than deal with bed bugs.
"Four!" Ashido did a punch, but Jiro sidestepped it and returned it with a kick.
"You weren't like this when you got here. You were so excited about this new training." Was he a masochist? "It was in that show you were watching. It had something with a snake." That explains it, far too many things are based on TV in these worlds.
"I'm sure it was cool before I got punched in the face."
"You'll get back in the game. You got this." He gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.
Izuku got slapped in the face. It was Ashido, "You jerk!" He was back in his original world, she was bright pink.
He put his hand up and opened his mouth. He tried to speak, but no words came out. He saw the sky, then nothing.
"Now why did you slap him?" Izuku was grasping back to consciousness. He prayed he was in his house, but knew he wasn't.
"He was making fun of my skin. Like he hasn't seen someone with pink skin before. It made me pissed, sue me." Ashido was there, he had to apologize for whatever the other him did.
"He could press charges if he wanted to." He won't it'll be pointless.
"That's why I'm here to say sorry for knocking him out. I just don't know my strength sometimes."
"Your slap won't knock anybody out. He had multiple injuries already. Do you see his black eye?" Izuku was done with this, he tried getting up, but he didn't move.
"He's awake! Do you hear me, Midoriya? You got third in the assessments, isn't that cool? Nobody got expelled, he said it was a 'logical ruse,' that jerk." Looks like he isn't leaving anytime soon. "Can you also not sue me for slapping you, my skin color is a trigger for me." It was okay, it wasn't the first time he got because of the other him.
"Get out of here! He needs rest. He'll still be here tomorrow." The door opened and closed. Izuku tried to sit up but once again failed. "Just relax, dear. I called your mother and she's okay with you staying. You have too many injuries to walk home, and I can't heal them without draining enough energy to stop your heart." It was Recovery Girl, he should've known. The only time he met her was when she was his grandma, it was so jarring he never forgot it. "We'll clean your uniform for tomorrow."
He wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.