It was the day of the UA entrance exam.

The last ten months had been a whirlwind of training, quirk practice, physical conditioning, self-defense lessons, studying, quirk brainstorming, and so much else. Time had seemed to have passed agonizingly slowly while Izuku was in the middle of it, but now that the day had arrived it felt like it had happened way too fast! Was he really ready for this?

Well, it didn't matter if he felt ready or not. He'd have to be.

Izuku was up early in the morning. He'd already showered, brushed his teeth, had breakfast, and all the other daily morning rituals. He was in his room now making his final preparations for the day ahead.

Izuku's quirk, as amazing as it was, was fundamentally about preservation. He could save the state of objects and bring them back to how they were at previous points in time. That was incredibly useful in countless situations, but there was a key issue: heroes were generally reactive, not proactive. Heroes were called in when things were already messed up, and it was the hero's job to fix it.

This contradicted the basic premise of Izuku's quirk. Izuku was best at preserving things as they were, but that ran counter to his job as a hero. If he encountered some situation where a villain (or natural disaster, or whatever) had caused destruction, then preserving the destruction was the exact opposite of what he should do.

He was similarly restricted when it came to combat. Sure, he could use his quirk on villains directly, but that required touch. His quirk didn't help him physically—he was still a normal squishy human. He needed ways to handle situations that didn't rely on him getting within striking distance of villains with powerful physical enhancement quirks who could knock his head off his shoulders.

The UA entrance exam was a great demonstration of this dilemma. Izuku had no idea what the exam would entail. He was going in blind. Whatever happened, he'd have to improvise on the spot. It matched the kind of unpredictable environment he'd face as a real Pro Hero. If he was unlucky and his quirk couldn't help with the tasks they wanted him to perform, then he needed to prove he was capable even if he had to act effectively quirkless.

With all that being said, even though the exotic time-warping aspects of his quirk would be of limited use, Izuku still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He'd had months to prepare for this after all.

Izuku put on the special vest, cargo pants, and socks that he'd prepared for this day. The vest and pants had tons of pockets, straps, and hooks that could be used to carry any number of items. Which was exactly the point. "git switch tool-belt," Izuku commanded.

Immediately, Izuku was bogged down with an exorbitant amount of equipment strapped to every piece of available surface area on his clothes. He was too encumbered to even move with a shield, a first aid kit, lots of rope, a baton, a metal baseball bat, a net, caltrops, a bola, handcuffs, a dagger, a slingshot, a helmet, a spray bottle filled with apple juice, a small axe, a flashlight, a thermal imaging camera, a lockpick set, and so much more all weighing him down.

It was a good thing then that he didn't need to carry any of it. He carefully removed all the equipment he was wearing and placed everything on the floor of his room. Left behind were dozens of virtual objects—weightless, intangible virtual objects—all anchored to his vest and cargo pants and easily summonable with a simple "git restore". The vast majority of it wasn't going to be useful, but all that mattered was that something would be. Hopefully.

(He felt like he needed to explain the "spray bottle filled with apple juice" part. He emailed UA to tell them that his quirk allowed him to summon objects from home, and he asked what he was allowed to summon. They said it was fine so long as he provided a list for their approval. His original list included pepper spray, but they asked him not to bring real pepper spray. However, for the purposes of the exam, they'd honor substitutes. Should the exam involve fighting mock villains, then the actors would be instructed to treat the apple juice like pepper spray.)

He was as ready as he was ever going to be.

Izuku went downstairs to see his mom waiting by the door. After putting on his shoes and jacket, Mom gave him a big hug.

"Knock 'em dead, sweetie. I'm so proud of you, no matter what happens. I love you, Izuku."

He hugged her back. "Love you too, Mom."

Nothing more needed to be said.

—

Izuku gazed up at UA in wonderment. It was so… big. That sounded stupid to say, but Izuku was never great at poetic descriptions.

The school grounds were crowded with seemingly thousands of students. Sure, not all of them were here for the Hero Course exam, but it was still intimating for Izuku to see just how many hero hopefuls he was up against. Out of this massive crowd, only thirty to forty of them would actually be accepted into heroics.

If Izuku did well today, he would be one of them.

He took a determined step forward, a step toward his destiny.

"OUTTA MY WAY, DEKU!"

Katsuki had come up right from behind him and shoulder-checked him to the side. Izuku stumbled and had to stop himself from falling over.

What an asshole. Two could play at that game. "Out of my way, Kacchan!" he shouted, running up to Katsuki and shoulder-checking him in return.

Katsuki must not have expected Izuku to retaliate because he wasn't ready to catch himself. He stumbled to the side, his foot catching on a slightly raised piece of the walkway. He pitched forward and was about to face-plant into the ground—

—A girl slapped Katsuki's shoulder and he started floating in mid-air.

"Release!" the girl called once Katsuki was upright. "Are you all right? Sorry for using my quirk without asking first. But it'd be bad luck if you fell, right?"

Katsuki stared at the girl for a moment, and then he raged. "I DON'T NEED LUCK! I'M GOING TO BE THE GREATEST HERO EVER! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP! STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS!"

The girl stood there shell-shocked as Katsuki turned away and stomped his way into the school, scowling all the while.

Izuku held his face in his hands. Classic Kacchan. Please, please don't be in my class.

The girl was still standing there. Wait, this was a chance for Izuku to practice being the new him! The cool hero student! He walked over to her. "Hi," he said, grabbing her attention. "Uh, I saw the whole thing. Just letting you know, that guy you were talking to, Bakugou Katsuki, I've known him for pretty much my entire life. Kacchan is like that with everyone. It's not just you. Your quirk is really cool."

The girl faced him. She was just a little bit shorter than him, with big eyes and a brown-haired bob cut. "Oh, um, thank you. I'm Uraraka Ochako. So, is he your friend?"

…He hadn't introduced himself. He introduced Kacchan before introducing himself. Stupid Deku! "I'm Midoriya Izuku, and… uh, no. No, he isn't."

Uraraka looked embarrassed. "Right! Got it, sorry."

C'mon! Stop making this awkward! I'm supposed to be playing the part of the confident, charming hero student. Man, I need more practice at this. "Yeah, so, I wanted to say something because you didn't deserve that at all. That was really nice of you, you just kinda got unlucky. Anyone else would have appreciated the help, but for Kacchan specifically… next time, just let him fall."

Uraraka snorted. It was pretty cute. "Don't worry, if he doesn't want help, I'm not going to help him again. Ever."

Izuku tried to remember what the guides online said about how to make people like you. Flattery was a big one, especially if you pointed out specific things that a person did. It demonstrated that you were paying attention to them. "You have amazing reflexes! Kacchan was barely falling, and then you were already there swooping in to save the day! You were really cool. Are you here to take the Hero exam too?"

Uraraka blushed and smiled at that. Score! "Yeah! You too? I'm pretty nervous, but I figure we all are. Let's do our best!"

"Definitely! I hope to see you in class."

"Right back at ya!" Uraraka held her fist out for a fist bump, which Izuku happily returned. The two of them waved goodbye to each other and started heading toward their respective exam rooms. The written exam was before the practical exam, and each student had an assigned classroom and seat.

Izuku was in a good mood. See? He could make friends! His social skills hadn't completely atrophied over the years.

It was time to begin the exam. Hopefully he could keep this positivity going.

—

Izuku felt he did… okay on the written exam. Since he had deliberately studied beyond his grade level, Izuku recognized how the exam was structured. The first half was a tougher version of the same kind of standardized exam that he'd soon take to graduate from Aldera. This was what students their age were expected to know if they'd been keeping up with their studies. Izuku was confident that he'd aced this section.

The second half ramped things up quickly. Izuku was fine for the first page because it covered topics he had learned during his self-study. But every time Izuku flipped to the next page the exam seemed to jump another grade level, and it didn't take long for Izuku to go from being confident, to being cautious, to being worried, to just guessing and praying.

Most of the questions were multiple choice, so maybe Izuku would get lucky. Unfortunately, the math section required you to show your work and not just select your answer. He had to give up on that section entirely once it started introducing weird symbols like "∀𝑥∈S".

It sucked, but Izuku had to remind himself that he had studied beyond his grade level. He objectively knew more than students his age were expected to know. UA may have gone Plus Ultra with their written exam—as they did with everything—but it wasn't reasonable for a high school to demand its students to have mastered the entire high school curriculum before even getting into high school. The exam was probably just designed to give a chance for the geniuses to show off.

His mood was buoyed by the final question of the exam, an essay question, and by far the easiest of them all.

– Why do you want to be a Pro Hero? –

Izuku had known his answer to this question for nearly his entire life. He had self-reflected many times over the years, and it always came back to one simple truth:

Helping people makes me happy.

There were additional factors, of course. If he just wanted to help people, why not become a doctor, or a charity worker, or any of the other ways a person could help others?

Truthfully, it all came back to the video of All Might's debut. That was when he knew he wanted to be a hero, and that feeling had never changed. On that day, disaster struck. Unsuspecting people were suddenly faced with the worst day of their lives, crushed under the weight of terror and torment, engulfed by a chasm of pitch-black despair. And then… the sight of a hero coming to save them was enough to drive away that darkness, bringing in light and hope.

That's what Izuku wanted. He wanted to be there. He wanted to see it. He wanted to feel it. And yes, he wanted to be responsible for it. Izuku wanted to be one of the people bringing light and hope. Helping people in that context was what made him feel the most happy. He could be a charity worker instead and know, in the abstract, that his work helped a lot of people, but that's not what he most wanted.

Was that selfish? Was it wrong that he wanted instant gratification? Izuku didn't think so. There was nothing wrong with wanting to devote your life to something that made you happy.

Furthermore, from a purely practical perspective, heroics was visible and heavily marketed. In his essay, Izuku cited several examples of donations to and engagement with charitable organizations going up by thousands of percent just by All Might promoting them once. He could spent his whole life helping others, but that was dwarfed by the impact he would have if he inspired just a handful of people to spend their lives helping others.

Izuku finished his essay, reviewed his answers, then closed the booklet and put down his pencil. It looked like about half the students were still working.

One test down. One to go.

—

Izuku made his way to the auditorium where they would be prepped for the physical exam. Looking for his seat, he was once again astounded by how many other students were here and how many amazing quirks he could see. He had his work cut out for him if he was going to prevail over them all and earn his spot.

He found his seat, and… oh, it was next to Kacchan. Ugh. Right, their school would have sent in their applications at the same time, so the two of them had successive applicant numbers. Katsuki glared at him when he sat down, but thankfully didn't try to start anything.

A few minutes passed as everyone found their seats. When everyone was settled, Present Mic unexpectedly leaped out from behind the stage and made a cool pose. It's Present Mic! Izuku barely stopped himself from squealing. He listened to his radio show every week! Present Mic was here, in UA. If Izuku got in, Present Mic would be one of his teachers! He could talk to him about his show in person! The reality of it all was settling in. This is what his life could be like every day if he passed this exam. He was so excited!

Present Mic sashayed up to the podium. "For all you examinee listeners tuning in, welcome to my show today! Everybody say 'YEAH!'"

The excitement was unbearable! "YEAH!" Izuku cheered, so happy to be here, so close to his dream.

His cheer echoed… echoed… echoed around the silent auditorium. The students in front of him turned and looked at him strangely.

He was… the only one…?

Izuku shrunk into his seat and tried to hide his face. It felt like he had swallowed a rock, and he was burning up all over. Next to him, Katsuki was nearly biting his arm off trying to stop himself from laughing hysterically.

Just put him out of his misery already. He could dig a nice hole and live there for the rest of his life. Tour guides could make a spectacle of the native Hole-Dwelling Deku, and then everyone would point and laugh. That was all he was good for.

"YEAH!"

Izuku's head jerked up. That voice. Wait, was that really…?

He looked to where the cheer had come from, and halfway across the room, he saw a familiar brown-haired girl with a bob cut. Uraraka met his eyes and grinned cheekily.

Izuku almost cried there and then.

"YEAH!" Another person? Who was that? Izuku looked, and it was some boy with spiky red hair. Izuku didn't know him. Why did he cheer? Did he just not want to be left out?

After that third cheer, silence settled over the auditorium. No one else spoke up.

Present Mic leaned back in a casual pose. "It sounds like only three people want to be here," he announced in an impish tone. "Where's that enthusiasm? Where's that Plus Ultra spirit? You're all here because you want to be paragons of virtue and justice for the country, and as far as I can tell only three of you have a good attitude. Maybe they deserve bonus marks. Let's try that again. Everybody say 'YEAH!'"

"YEAH!" boomed the students. Izuku looked over and was delighted to see that even Katsuki joined in, although he looked like he was biting a lemon while doing so.

"That's more like it! Now, let me give you all the rundown on the practical exam…"

—

Izuku followed his exam group to Battle Center 2 at Ground Delta. The idea that a high school could afford an entire fake city on school grounds was crazy. The idea that a high school could afford multiple fake cities was completely outrageous.

UA is awesome! Izuku thought gleefully.

The school grounds were big enough that his group needed to take a bus ride to the exam location. Izuku was very thankful for the bus ride because during that time he came up with a plan. Not a foolproof plan, but he was pretty happy with it. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to rock this exam! Hopefully.

His group all bunched together near the giant entrance gates to Ground Delta. The test would be starting soon. Izuku saw the different ways that people prepared themselves. Some students were lightly stretching, looking totally relaxed. Izuku envied them. Others were clearly nervous, some frozen in place while others paced back and forth. Some of the more socially brave ones started up strained small talk with each other, mostly a bunch of terse variations on "Feeling ready?" and "Good luck". Izuku himself was wondering if he should risk saying some commands now before the exam officially started, or if that would count as cheating.

The gates suddenly opened with a bang. "Go!" Present Mic yelled from somewhere.

Huh? Everyone looked at each other in confusion, conversations halted and stretches frozen in place. Now?

"There are no countdowns in real life. Go!"

Oh! Okay, then. Izuku jumped in the air and called, "git cherry-pick rollerblades -no-commit." He landed wearing a pair of rollerblades, having swapped locations with his shoes. The streets of the fake city were pretty much all smooth cement, which was perfect for him. He quickly skated his way into the exam zone. There were some other students with mobility quirks who were ahead of him, such as a boy with engines in his legs, but Izuku had a great head start compared to most of his competitors.

Next, he needed a weapon. "git restore baseball-bat," Izuku shouted. A metal baseball bat materialized into existence strapped to his hip like a sword. He grabbed the bat and held it out proudly. Oh yeah, Izuku was a real teen delinquent now! Charging around a city on rollerblades while wielding a baseball bat. Now all he needed was a spray can so he could graffiti up the place.

Izuku came across his first one-pointer robot. It was an army-green mech with a one-wheel design. It had riot shields for arms and guns for its hands, and it was quite a bit larger than Izuku himself. He started to feel a bit nervous. It was much bigger than it looked like in the presentation slides. The baseball bat might not cut it.

While large and dangerous, the one-wheel design wasn't great for close-quarters maneuverability. Izuku zoomed past and tagged the robot. "git add one-pointer-robot." He added the robot in preparation for the next step of his plan, but before that, he needed a quick and reliable way of destroying them.

The one-pointer had trouble turning around, so Izuku zipped behind it where it had fewer defenses and bashed the back of its head in with the baseball bat. Unfortunately, one swing wasn't enough; it started to turn and point its gun-hands at him. Izuku had to bash its head in a second time before the robot stopped moving.

From his angle behind the robot, Izuku could see colorful exposed wires running up to the robot's head. Pulling out those wires was probably how students with less combative quirks could defeat the robots. That could be faster than using his baseball bat. Izuku would keep the option in mind, but he had another idea that he'd try first on the next villain bot.

"Since when can you bring weapons?!" someone shouted at him.

Izuku turned to see a boy run up next to him, some purple-haired kid. "Since always!" he replied. "You just need to get them approved first."

He could see the soul leave the purple-haired boy's body. Yeah, tough luck, bud.

Izuku didn't blame him. UA's website said "You are not required to bring anything with you to the exam", which was a very sneaky way of saying absolutely nothing at all. Izuku figured it was probably designed to reward students who thought outside the box and engaged with a trivial degree of intelligence gathering (i.e. sending an email and asking).

Anyway, Izuku couldn't get distracted by the kid having a mental breakdown next to him. It was time to execute the next stage of his plan. "git grep one-pointer-robot ––untracked." The command worked! Izuku grinned in triumph.

Another explanation was in order. The "grep" command could be used to search the contents of all files across all commits in a repository. Izuku had no what "grep" was supposed to mean. It obviously meant "find", but some lunatic decided to call it "grep".

Regardless, he could use the command to find an object that he had previously added to his quirk. By appending the "––untracked" flag, he could also use it to find all objects similar to it within a certain distance radius. Thankfully, that distance was measured in kilometers, so it covered the entire exam arena. Izuku now knew the locations of every one-pointer robot in the city.

Izuku found it difficult to describe what he was seeing. It wasn't "seeing" at all. It was as if all one-pointer robots in the city now had bright red outlines around them, except that it wasn't limited to his actual eyesight. It was a 360º sensation that ignored walls and any other obstructions. He just knew where they all were now. He could "see" them all, clear as day.

From his experiments, he knew this would last for five minutes or until he used another grep command. The time limit was inconsequential because he could use the command again at any time to reset the timer. The actual issue was that grep commands overwrote each other. He knew the locations of every one-pointer robot, but not the two-pointer or three-pointer robots.

Izuku had a plan for that too.

He zoomed off in search of one of the other types of robots. Thanks to his rollerblades, he moved fast and quickly found a two-pointer. It was larger than the one-pointer, but also slower. Izuku zoomed past and quickly tagged it. "git add two-pointer-robot."

Tossing the baseball bat aside, Izuku said, "git restore slingshot marbles/." This summoned both his slingshot and a bag of multicolored marbles. Each of the marbles had different objects anchored to them. He armed himself with the slingshot and specifically plucked out the blue-colored marble. Facing the two-pointer, he pulled back and aimed carefully. With precise timing, he released and yelled, "git restore bowlb!"

A bowling ball materialized at the location of the marble moving at speeds as if it had been shot out of a cannon. It crashed into the two-pointer nearly punching straight through its body. The robot collapsed, mangled and broken. It had stood absolutely no chance. Izuku excitedly pumped his fist in the air. He'd been worried about using this technique due to the potential of collateral damage (and because it was difficult to get the timing right, even with nearly a year of practice), but the villain bots were so large that it wasn't a concern at all. He wouldn't need to bother with the baseball bat.

Oh right, he should also note that "bowlb" was short for "bowling ball". He'd learned how to rename objects, and getting the timing down was a lot easier with a one-syllable word.

"git restore marbles/blue," he said to return the marble to him. "git grep two-pointer-robot ––untracked."

Izuku now knew where all the two-pointer robots were but at the expense of losing his knowledge of the one-pointers. He'd fix that soon, but there was still one type of robot to go.

He didn't have to search for a three-pointer, it was right in the middle of the street in front of him. The three-pointer was basically a tank. He skated up to tag it ("git add three-pointer-robot"), and he felt uncomfortable even getting that close. Izuku had no idea how UA expected most applicants to be able to deal with it. It was large, protected on all sides, with huge projectile launchers on its back, no obvious weak points—

"git restore bowlb."

—and equally vulnerable to being obliterated by a cannonball. Boo-yah!

There was one last step in his plan. Currently, he could only "grep" one kind of robot at a time. That in itself was a huge advantage, but ideally, he wanted to be able to locate all three kinds simultaneously. And he knew exactly how to do that. This was a job for wildcards, baby!

"git grep pointer-robot ––untracked," Izuku commanded, and he suddenly knew the precise locations of every villain bot in the city.

One might note that he'd previously had to use a star as a wildcard character, so you might expect that he meant to say "*-pointer-robot" in order to match "one-point-robot", "two-pointer-robot", etc. There was a good reason why he didn't have to do that here, and usually he'd take the time to explain, but there was no time for that right now because he had robots to smash!

—

The city was Izuku's playground as he zipped around on his rollerblades, using the 3D mental projection in his mind to find and target entire groups of villain bots. He skated in, demolished multiple bots with a few well-timed magic words, then without slowing down moved on to the next group of bots, rinse and repeat.

The combination of his speed, power, and informational advantages made Izuku totally unbeatable compared to his fellow competitors. He was dominating this test. He was going to get into UA, wasn't he? He felt lightheaded just thinking about it.

A couple of two-pointers were rushing down the street chasing after a poor kid with antlers, shooting small sandbags at him. The other student was trying his best to escape, but he was being pummeled. He had an obvious big bruise on his face and likely many more under his clothes. "git restore bowlb," Izuku said, destroying both bots and allowing the other boy to get away.

Izuku felt so bad. If you weren't strong enough to smash the bots or weren't fast or sneaky enough to rip out the wires, then you were pretty much screwed. UA didn't play around. Far from being proper competitors, a lot of students here were unintentionally performing the role of civilians caught up in a villain attack, panicked and despairing looks on their faces and all. It was depressing to watch. He felt awful for all the other kids whose dreams were being crushed in real time.

It was so easy for Izuku to imagine himself in the same boat. If he hadn't figured out his quirk, then he would've spent all year practicing stuff like physical fitness tests, judo takedowns, first aid, obstacle courses, and anything else that he thought a hero exam might test him on. He would've been so furious and despondent when he discovered what the exam actually was.

Whenever he noticed it happening, he made sure to go after the bots who were chasing after examinees. It seemed like the nice thing to do, and it wasn't like he was giving up any points. Maybe it'd give the other students a chance to catch their breaths and think of a strategy. You couldn't plan when you were panicking.

"Two minutes remaining!" a teacher shouted over the loudspeaker.

The ground shook, and a great long shadow crested the city looming ominously. Someone screamed, and then more screams followed.

Izuku turned to face the commotion and looked up.

And up… and up…

Izuku barely stopped himself from shrieking. That's the zero-pointer?! A robot larger than the surrounding buildings stomped its way through the exam arena, crushing anything unfortunate enough to be in its way. What in the world is UA thinking?!

The other examinees around him were screaming and running away from the colossal death machine as fast as they could. Izuku was about to do the same, but a splash of color against the grey concrete stopped Izuku in his tracks.

He looked closer, and what he saw terrified him. Oh hell, someone's there! A student was lying there seemingly unconscious in the robot's path of destruction. If it kept its current path, the zero-pointer would crush the kid to death in less than thirty seconds.

Swallowing his fear, Izuku skated up to the other student lying face down on the ground. It was a boy with blond hair. "Hey!" Izuku shouted, crouching down to shake the boy's shoulder. "Are you awake? Can you get up?"

The boy languidly raised his head and gave him a dumb smile. "Wheeeey…" he said cheerfully, then thumped his head back against the ground.

Oh no! He has a concussion! Izuku thought.

The zero-pointer was seconds away from crushing them both. Izuku rapidly weighed his odds. He could out-skate the robot on his own, but could he do it while dragging along another person? Especially an injured person? Maybe if he lifted the boy in a proper firefighter's carry, but he'd never tried skating while holding someone like that, and would he even have the chance to try?

The timing was too tight to risk. Izuku had a better idea anyway.

The colossus's right foot stomped down right near them. That was good, the robot would lift its left leg next, so the right foot would stay put for the next few seconds. Izuku skated to the foot as fast as he could, narrowly avoiding the debris the robot was kicking up all around it.

The instant Izuku's hand touched the robot, he rattled out, "git add zero-pointer-robot; git commit -m "Bot"; git rm zero-pointer-robot."

The zero-pointer robot anticlimactically ceased to exist. The looming shadow disappeared, revealing the sun and bright blue sky.

All was quiet.

"Time's up! The exam is over. Everyone, please return to the entrance. If you're injured, wait where you are and we'll come to you."

Izuku let out a relieved sigh. He sat down on the ground and tried to calm his racing heart. That was crazy. That robot was seriously going to kill them. You'd think that UA had safety measures and the robot would stop before it actually crushed the two of them, but it wasn't even slowing down! It was literally just a step away from killing them. Even if it was programmed to stop, it was cutting it way too close for Izuku's comfort.

Izuku breathed deeply, in and out, in and out.

He was really tempted not to tell the teachers that he could bring the zero-pointer back. Let them think their wildly expensive iron giant was gone for good. Payback for putting him through that terror.

He wouldn't, but he was tempted to.

Izuku lay down and looked up at the sky. A smile crept onto his face.

He did it.

—

I AM HERE! As a projection!

You may be surprised to see me. I understand your confusion! Ha ha! I am proud to say that I will be teaching at UA this upcoming year!

I will now announce your results! Midoriya Izuku, your performance on the written portion of the exam was very strong, and your performance on the physical portion was even stronger.

58 villain points! More than enough to qualify for UA on its own.

But that's not all. The entrance exam is not graded only on how well you can turn robots into scrap. This is a job that requires putting yourself in danger and risking your life to help others. Your heroic spirit is graded by a panel of judges and awarded a score.

40 rescue points! Bringing your score to 98 points total, the highest this year!

Congratulations, young Midoriya! I look forward to seeing you at UA.

This is…

…your hero academia!

Addendum:
git goosebumps

Nedzu scrolled through the Git documentation on his tablet with undisguised glee. When he read that one applicant's quirk was based on an old computer program, he was quite intrigued. The student's file in the quirk registry mentioned that there still existed an instruction manual for the program (partially corrupt, unfortunately), so Nedzu searched through ancient archival data for it so that he could get a better understanding of Midoriya Izuku's abilities.

What he found astounded him. He wasn't even pretending to pay attention to the entrance exam anymore. He could review the footage of it later. This was far more interesting!

"Principal Nedzu," Vlad King said gravely, eyes focused on a particular screen. "What that student did to the zero-pointer… can he do that to people?"

"Oh yes, of course. He has no limits at all!" Nedzu chirped. "He could do it to the whole country if he wanted to, at any time, in an instant! I'm certain 'git add Japan' would work if he tried it. Isn't it wonderful?"

Nedzu could smell a wave of terror wash over the Pro Heroes in the room. He even smelled it from Aizawa, who he thought was above that sort of thing. How disappointing.

Silly humans! It was a common shortcoming with species who were used to being at the top of the food chain. If you spent all your time being afraid of apex predators, then you'd never get anything done in life! They shouldn't be scared of Midoriya Izuku, they should be eager to help him reach his full potential! How could he help his staff understand?

Oh, of course! He should go into great detail about the many other world-shattering things Midoriya could do if he chose to. That would help! After all, nothing was scarier than the unknown.