'I can't believe it… I made it. I really made it!' Genki thought, his ear-to-ear smile never once leaving his face as he was escorted towards Class 1-A by the Erasure Hero: Eraser Head.

To be honest, Genki thought he'd have to wait another two days before being told whether or not he'd made it into the Hero Course, so getting promoted this-early was a bit of a surprise, but a welcome one nonetheless.

However, while he never expected to be promoted in front of everyone, it was even more unexpected that the No.1 Hero, The Symbol of Peace: All Might, would be the one to induct him into Japan's most-prestigious Hero Course. In front of the entire country no less!

The Olympic-grade gold medal dangling from his neck was just an added bonus. Definitely have to frame it when he got home.

As he was being escorted to Class 1-A by their homeroom teacher, he couldn't help but let another tear slide down his cheek, his efforts being rewarded so-quickly too good to be true.

"Keep your emotions under control," Aizawa chided, causing the oily-haired teen to suck in his breath. "The principal might've let you into the Hero Course, but there's one last obstacle for you to overcome. Getting too excited before then just isn't logical."

"But… But I won the Sports Festival! What more do I have to do?!" Genki asked nervously.

"Oh… You'll see…" Aizawa said with a grin behind his bandages as they arrived at their destination, the massive 1 - A placard above the door causing joy, excitement, and a bit of unease to bubble up in the pit of the bug-like teen's stomach.

Aizawa unceremoniously barging his way into the classroom, when Genki followed after, the bug-like teen immediately felt all eyes land on him; albeit, with less animosity than before the Cavalry Battle.

Some students looked at him with awe, amazed that someone from the General Course could steal the whole pie. Others felt a bit robbed, but had a begrudging respect for his abilities. Bakugou of course, was fuming, angry red sparks dancing within clenched palms, causing angry wisps of smoke to rise into the air as the teen shot him an absolutely murderous glare.

Also, for some reason he was still holding his third-place medal between clenched teeth.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, as a result of his performance during the Sports Festival surpassing all expectation, Gokiburi Genki has been formally admitted into the Hero Course," Aizawa began.

"Congratulations!" Mina cheered.

"Way to go, man!" Kirishima said pumping a fist.

"The many years of preparation you must've undergone prior to now have been well-spent indeed," Iida proclaimed.

"I'm so happy for you!" Ochako cheered.

"This is fucking bullshit…!" Bakugou raged quietly.

"However, each class in the Hero Course only has twenty slots within, something we don't intend on changing any time soon," Aizawa said cutting through the cheer like a hot knife through butter. "Ah, good, you all know what that means then," he said with a smile, the whole of the class suddenly breaking down into a nervous sweat, the tension thickening like pea soup. "Gokiburi, remember that final obstacle I told you about?"

"Y… Yeah…?"

"To put it as bluntly as I can, in order to get into the Hero Course for good, you'll have to give someone the boot; and the one that decides who gets the boot to make that happen… is you."

" . . . EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!?" everyone gawped after a long silence.

"W-Waddya mean he gets to choose?!" Mineta cried.

"Yeah, how is that fair?" Kaminari questioned.

"In the real world, you can't climb to the top without stepping on people's toes, that's just the way the world works," Aizawa answered flatly to the class before turning to the oily-haired teen. "You got into the Hero Course as the result of your efforts, so unless you want to go back to the General Course yourself, you'll make your choice within the next hour. If you can't come to a decision by then, this'll be the last time you ever set foot in this classroom. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes sir!" Genki gaped, shivering under the scraggy man's piercing gaze.

"Good," Aizawa nodded, pulling his familiar sleeping back up to his neck and nestling himself into the corner, legs drawn up to his chest.

Apparently he had a bit of a reputation for sleeping on his side, something Recovery Girl said he wasn't allowed to do anymore until he'd fully recovered.

"So… Um…" Genki hummed nervously as he stood at the front of the room, feeling many sets of nervous eyes on him. "Greetings. My name is Gokiburi, Genki. I look forward to working with you all," he greeted with a bow.

"You're not part of my class yet. You still have to give someone the boot," Aizawa hummed between juice boxes.

"I was trying to be a little tactful," Genki sighed. "So…" he said looking everyone over, the students sitting up straighter in their seats as his eyes passed over them. "How to decide who gets the boot…"

"Obviously, the only fair choice is a democratic one," Iida said adjusting his glasses. "As opposed to the voting for Class Representative where whichever students receives more than their self-given vote is most-worthy of representing our class, whoever is favored the least would be most-logically reflected in the number of votes they receive."

"Ah, like those American drama shows where someone gets out-voted at the end of every week," Genki nodded. "Yes… Yes, that seems like the most-fair way of doing things." Digging into his school bag for some stationary, the teen grabbed a piece of paper and folded it over until it became twenty-times thick, then ripped it along the creases into equally-sized pieces. "Alright then… Iida-san, please pass these ballots to the class. In ten minutes we'll tally the results. It is the only fair way to decide who gets the boot."

With an enthusiastic nod, Iida took the proffered ballots and began passing them in ascending order by seat number, the tensions rising for the students of Class 1-A as they themselves were now on the chopping block, a juxtaposition to the tone preceding the Cavalry Battle.

*MHA*

In the ten minutes following, the only sounds to be heard were pencils and pens scratching on paper, and Aizawa in the corner with his juice boxes. Some students were able to cast their votes straight-away, while others found it harder to come to such a decision. After all, they were holding the fates of their peers in their hands with a decision like this.

A shrill beeping sounding from Genki's phone alarm, Iida ordered all pencils down as he began collecting the votes, twenty pieces of folded-over paper, nearly-identical to one another. In this way, it couldn't necessarily be determined who voted for whom by anything but handwriting.

"Holy crap, the suspense's killing me," Kaminari gulped.

"You're not the only one," Kirishima muttered.

"I'm pretty sure I'm safe, kero~" Tsuyu hummed thoughtfully.

"Yeah, well, we aren't all that lucky," Sato gulped nervously, the tensions rising as the new Hero Course student began compiling the votes.

"Alright, class. I will now begin the final tally," Genki stated, those less-than-confident about their standing audibly gulping. "First vote we have is one for a… 'Deku'?" he asked with a confused tilt of his head as he looked the angry scrawling over, and then compared it to the student roster. " . . . Forget it. Moving on."

"HEY! YOU PUT THAT BACK!" Bakugou demanded as his vote was summarily tossed into the trash.

"Next vote we have is… Yuuga Aoyama."

"Oui?!"

"I've got a few votes for Katsuki Bakugou," Genki said isolating similarly-worded votes.

"Who the hell voted me out!? I'll KILL YOU!" the explosive teen raged, the user of [Anivoice] wilting as he tried making himself as small as possible.

"Aaand… With twelve votes out of twenty, in an undisputed landslide victory… or defeat depending on how you want to look at it, is…" he paused, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he extended a finger. "Minoru Mineta," he said tiredly.

"YOU TRAITOOOOOOR!" the grape-headed teen cried in outrage.

"I'm sorry! This was the only fair way to do it!" Genki pleaded with clapped hands.

"Well, you heard him," Aizawa said flatly as he drained his last juice box. "Minoru, clean out your desk. You're moving down to the General Course."

"WHYYY MEEEEEEE?!" Mineta cried.

"Because your debauched attitude is not welcome in a school environment!" Iida stated plainly, making his stance on the matter known.

"Yeah! Beat it, you perv!" Mina cried.

"It's better than you deserve," Jiro bit out.

"See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!" Toru chipped in.

"This was the to-be-expected outcome, of course," Momo hummed.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out," Tsuyu chirped.

"So long," Ochako added with a wave.

"NOOOOOOO! MY DREAM! MY HAREEEEEEM!"

"Um, actually…" Genki spoke up, choosing to ignore Mineta's final outcry while he still had the patience for it. "Aizawa-sensei, is there any way we could help Mineta transfer? To a different school's Hero Course?" he asked, surprising everyone.

"T-Transfer?" Mineta asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean, sure there isn't any room left in this school's Hero Course… But there isn't any reason he can't take his credentials and transfer into one of Yuuei's contemporaries, right?" Genki suggested hopefully.

"Well… I guess it isn't impossible," Aizawa sighed. Mineta may not've been made of the strongest moral fiber, but getting into Yuuei was an achievement unto itself.

"Of course! That's always an option too," Izuku muttered to himself. Personally, he too felt a bit "iffy" about Mineta's chosen conduct at Yuuei and what kind of impact it'd have on his professional career after graduation, but even then, his Quirk was still amazing, and it'd be a waste to see it squandered in the General Course.

The same sentiment he held for Shinso Hitoshi's [Brainwashing].

"But… Why would you go so far for me?" Mineta asked looking up at who was essentially his replacement. "I even called you a traitor a minute ago."

"Because even though we barely knew one another, you still helped me clear the Cavalry Battle and get to the Battle Tournament proper. I'd have never been able to make it into the Hero Course without you, and while giving my own partner the boot is regrettable, I still want to do right by you," Genki answered, the grape-headed teen's eyes swelling with fat tears before he began bawling in gratitude.

"Well… When he puts it that way, I guess it's only fair…" Mina found herself admitting.

"Hm. I agree. Taking his personality type out of the equation, being admitted to Yuuei in of itself is an accomplishment, so any hero school he chooses should be quite eager to accept him into their ranks," Momo found herself contemplating. While she wasn't fond of the way he literally piggy-backed off of her to get into the Cavalry Battle, he didn't deserve to be completely vetoed from the Hero career path.

Even if he was an unrelenting pervert.

"Yeah… I guess the new guy's right," Toru admitted.

"I'm gonna miss you, man," Sero sighed.

"Don't forget to write," Kaminari called out.

"Don't give me well-wishes all at once," Mineta huffed.

"Follow me, Minoru. The sooner we get your transfer paperwork out of the way, the better. The rest of you do… whatever," Aizawa said lazily as he walked out of the room.

" . . . Can I just say one more thing before I leave?" Mineta asked as he stood at the doorway.

"NO!" his female peers cried as they felt his eyes on them.

"Don't push your luck," Genki said coldly as he regarded his former teammate. "Quit while you're ahead. You wouldn't want to end up like Bakugou, would ya?" he asked flashing a toothy lop-sided grin.

"N-N-N-N-No way! You use your bug-venom on me, I'll die!"

Genki chomping the air in front of him was enough to send Mineta running.

"So… I guess this means I made it…" Genki said thoughtfully as he let out a relieved sigh, feeling the weight Aizawa had put back on his shoulders leaving once again. "I really… really made it…"

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mina asked as brown eyes began to water once more.

"Yeah, what's with the waterworks?" Kirishima asked as fat tears started pouring down his cheeks a moment later.

"I'm just… I'm just so happy…" Genki answered, openly crying as his shoulders shook. "I wanted to be a Hero more than anything, so I was worried I wouldn't be able to make it here… but now that I am… for real this time…" he sobbed happily. "I thought I'd run out of tears… but clearly that's not the case…"

"Hey, don't feel bad about the tears. Izuku's a bit of a crybaby too," Ochako admitted cutely, said greenette hanging his head in embarrassment.

"Well I for one am quite pleased to admit you into our ranks," Iida said walking up to him and clamping a hand on the sobbing teen's shoulder. "Dry those tears. They're very unbecoming of an aspirant Hero."

"Hey, I think it's really cute when boys can be comfortable crying!" Toru argued.

"Yeah, the guy did better than anyone, he deserves a good cry," Jiro added.

"I know it's important for a Hero to be manly, but it isn't healthy to bottle up your feelings like that," Kirishima commented.

"When did I suddenly become the bad guy?" Iida wilted as he felt judging gazes on his back.

"Still, what you did in the Sports Festival was very impressive," Tsuyu hummed as she walked forward and held out her hand, feeling a bit of pride being a Mutant-Type as well. "The name's Asui Tsuyu. You can call me Tsu."

"I-It's nice to meet you, T-Tsu," Genki returned, a dusting of pink on his cheeks as he shook the girl's hand.

"I am Iida Tenya, your Class Representative. If ever you encounter any obstacles, you're more than free to consult me."

"I'm Ochako Uraraka. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Mina Ashido, but you probably already knew that."

"Hey man, I'm Kirishima. You put up one hell of a fight to get here, huh?"

"I'm Izuku Midoriya," the greenette greeted. "It was incredible watching you fight. Your understanding of how your Quirk works is nothing short of incredible."

"Yeah, to think Bakugou of all people would lose to someone from the General Course," Sero hummed thoughtfully, aforementioned teen absolutely livid.

"HEY! BUG BOY!" the teen raged, finally reaching his limits. "DON'T THINK THIS MEANS ANYTHING! I'LL STILL CRUSH YOU!"

"Why the hell is that thing still in your mouth?" Genki asked flatly under his breath.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure him beating you in the Sports Festival means a lot," Tsuyu giggled.

"Yeah, after that speech you made, you must be so embarrassed," Mina chuckled, the explosive teen gritting his teeth as he took an angry step forward.

"Self-defense!" Genki hastily cried as he puffed out his cheeks, a jet of oil passing through pursed lips and hitting Bakugou right in the eyes with a wet *Splat*

"Whoa! Super-spit?" Mina awed as Bakugou clawed at his face.

"It's oil, actually," Genki corrected as he ran over to the trash bin, spittle and oil deposited with the garbage. "Obviously it's not very pleasant for either of us," he said wiping his mouth as Bakugou furiously clawed at his face.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Spitting up acid isn't very fun for me, either?" Mina admitted as she scratched her cheek. "I mean, I'll do it if I'm desperate, but unless I gargle half a bottle of mouthwash afterward, everything I eat for a week will taste really nasty."

"So essentially, your Quirk is an amalgamation of traits, adaptations, and defense mechanisms of multiple species of cockroach, not just a single breed?" Izuku asked for further classification.

"In a nutshell…" Genki replied. "Seeing as how we'll all be working together from now on, I don't see any reason not to share the specifics of my Quirk with you. It'd be pretty hard to work together if I kept it secret, and I already know about most of your Quirks to an extent," Genki admitted as he cleared his throat. "As you all probably noticed during the Obstacle Course Race, my Quirk lets me cover fifty body lengths per second. However, that's only partly true. My max speed is fifty blps, but it takes me significantly longer than a second to reach top speed. I can eject air from my spiracles to help me accelerate faster, but it puts an enormous strain on my body, even after all the training I've done."

"I've been meaning to ask…" Iida chimed in. "Are you truly capable of reaching speeds up to two-hundred miles per hour?"

As a speed-type hero-in-training, his pride demanded he ask.

"For a while, yes, but my most-comfortable top-speed is actually around a hundred ninety miles per hour. Also, the issue I've encountered while training is that ordinary shoes just aren't up to the task, so outside the rare times I practiced on an empty stretch of highway in the dead of night… I just tend to run as fast as I need to," Genki answered.

"What about that oil you were sweating all over the place? What's the deal with that?" Mina asked.

"That would be my [Oilpiration] sub-Quirk," Genki answered. "Basically, I can secrete the fats in my body out my sweat glands with varying levels of viscosity. Not only is it good for keeping up my girlish figure," he joked, "but it's also a huge help whenever I come across anything sticky. This adaptation is actually why adhesive traps won't work on all cockroaches. In fact, the cockroach's survival of several hundred million years can be largely accredited to this same ability."

"So then my [Tape] wouldn't work on you either?" Sero asked, remembering how Mineta's own sticky Quirk had been effortlessly trumped.

"Only if you try it after I've gotten lubed up."

"Phrasing!" Kaminari chuckled.

"Speaking of which… Don't touch my oil with your bare hands. Cockroach secretions contain enzymes that interfere with nerve endings, which is why Bakugou's arms got weaker and weaker as we fought," Genki went on to explain, the blond fuming angrily since that was probably one of the things he could've been warned about. "Also, like I tried explaining to Baka-gou over there, while I don't have actual venom glands, similar to the komodo dragon, my saliva has enough bacteria in it that it can act as an anti-coagulant. That being said, I won't make biting anyone a habit, it's just something I had to do to make sure I beat Bakugou."

"Oh, you mean like a Debuff in an RPG?" Kaminari asked.

"Yes, exactly like that," Genki nodded. "Next up is my [Air Pressure Sensing] sub-Quirk. Like ordinary cockroaches, my body is covered in filiform hairs made up of appendages called "cerci" which are able to sense air motion in the surrounding area. This wind information is analyzed in the central nervous system which handles movements transmitted to my giant interneurons, or GIs. This analysis is part of the reason why cockroaches are able to take instantaneous evasive action regardless of whatever angle you attack them from," he explained, his antennae waggling occasionally. "Because of this adaptation, my reaction speed falls within the range of… okay, I don't know the exact numerical value," he admitted, "but it's estimated that my reaction speed is ten times faster than that of an unaugmented human."

"Oh! Like Spider-Man!" Sero spoke up.

"Similar, but Spider-Man's [Spider Sense] works regardless of whatever he's wearing. For me, I'd need to expose some skin, something I'll have to work into my Hero Costume," he answered. "What else… Oh! I can also cling to walls and even the ceiling, though not if I'm weighed down with too much crap. I can also eject air from my spiracles like hissing cockroaches, though since it's scaled-up I'm able to emit up to a hundred-thirty decibels when I really push it, allowing me to reach the pain threshold."

"So that's how you were able to wield the roar of the thunder god in your hand," Tokoyami hummed stoically.

"I can also emit varying kinds of pheromones that let me summon and influence the behavior of cockroaches."

"Oh, like Koda-kun's [Anivoice]?" Sato asked, thinking back to his match in the "Heroes vs Villains" exercise where Koda summoned a flock of pigeons.

It's fortunate their turn was last, otherwise the next person would've had to wade through an entire room of pigeon crap.

"Not exactly. I can only give out really vague orders like 'Form Up', 'Follow Me', 'Attack', 'Be Aggressive', 'Be Calm', and 'Go Home' like the built-in voice commands to an FPS," Genki answered. "Since pheromones do not act like full-on telepathy, I think that's the most-advanced I'll be able to make this sub-Quirk. Anyway… I think that about covers everything," he said scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I do have wings, but all I can do with them is flutter, I can't full-on fly or anything. Even if I eject air from my spiracles for an added boost, I can't fight gravity."

"Hey wait a minute, what about that thing you did to Todoroki?" Kirishima asked.

"Yeah, what's the deal with that rage mode you had going where you Hulked Out?" Kaminari asked.

"That's… probably a throwback from my dad's genome…" Genki deflected as he rubbed his bicep. "I've only transformed a handful of times in my entire life, so I don't really know that much about it other than the fact it makes me really strong. Obviously I can't control it all that well, but… maybe I could learn to control it now that I'm in the Hero Course?" he groused.

"Hey, don't feel too bad about it. My [Sugar Rush] Quirk makes me kinda stupid too, and Kaminari's makes him worse off than me," the buff teen said consolingly.

"Still, your Quirk's so cool!" Mina whooped.

"Indeed. Not only your speed, but your agility was tremendously impressive as well," Iida nodded. "I'm man enough to admit that even I'm jealous."

"You guys… You're taking this really well. Aren't you disgusted by me?"

"Why would we be?" Tsuyu asked. "I can't speak for the others, but if I was off-put by your Quirk, I'd be a big hypocrite."

"Yes! Regardless of whatever societal stigmas you may've had to endure in the past, you must hold your head high! That is your role as a member of the Yuuei Hero Course!" Iida professed proudly.

"I… Thank you… I really appreciate how accepting you are of my Quirk."

"I take it people gave you a hard time too?" Tsuyu asked.

"More than you can imagine," Genki sighed.

"Oh, I think my imagination's up to the task," Tsuyu said with a somber smile.

"Hey bug-boy!" Bakugou spoke up, finally removing his medal from his mouth. "My room's got a bit of a roach problem. Think you could come over and tell them to beat it?" he taunted with a sneer.

"If your place has roaches, it's because your place is filthy, just like you," Genki replied flatly, Bakugou bristling in rage at the turnabout.

"Man, that was brutal," Sero winced.

"What, did you rehearse that in a mirror?" Jiro asked with a raised brow.

"No… I just got a lot of flak like that in middle school," Genki sighed tiredly, his hand shooting up to catch the medal Bakugou tried to bean him with without even looking at it. "Picked up pretty quick how to make anyone who bothered me look foolish," he said twirling the medal around his finger.

"Trust me, I know how you feel," Tsuyu said before smiling towards him. "But don't worry, those days are behind you. You don't have to worry about what people think of your Quirk."

"Yes, you won the entire Sports Festival. That in of itself is nothing short of amazing," Momo nodded.

"To be honest, most of it felt like sheer dumb luck," Genki admitted bashfully.

"When one thoroughly prepares themselves for every outcome, taking advantage of opportunities put before you that you have readied yourself for only seems like luck," Tokoyami said stoically.

"Yes! Your victory was one well-earned! Never forget that!" Iida said proudly.

"Still though, you're crazy strong, so how come you didn't pass the entrance exam?" Kirishima asked.

"Well… I didn't really have the stopping power to kill enough robots, and by the time I found the off switches on the Three-Pointers, it was too late to get my numbers back up."

"But what about when you turned into a rage monster? Couldn't you use that to take out the Three-Pointers? I mean, you put holes in solid concrete," the red-head stated. "Hell, you cross-chopped a glacier in two. Way cool by the way!"

"Like I told Midnight and Cementoss during my fight with Todoroki, I can only keep my shit together for thirty seconds. After that I start attacking everything around me because of an imbalance in my brain chemistry… or something," Genki said flatly as he scratched at his head. "And I couldn't accumulate any Rescue Points because the opportunity never presented itself."

"Hold on, how did you know about those?" Izuku asked. As far as he knew, no-one knew about those, and even if they did, they weren't really privy on sharing that information.

"My mom was a Yuuei alumnus. Of course, the off switches weren't something that was part of the test in her day," he answered. "I think in the past there was a mix of human and robot adversaries, but somewhere down the line it became fully automated with just robots when people started bitching and whining about humans getting hurt; mind my French, no offense."

"None taken," Aoyama replied.

"Hey, while we still have some free time, you wanna swap numbers?" Mina asked holding up her phone.

"You want to trade numbers with me?" Genki asked with raised brows. "Even after what I did to you in front of all those people?"

"H-Hey, don't make it sound so pervy!" the pinkette yelped. "Do you wanna trade or not?"

"S-Sure," Genki replied.

"Wow, your speed-dial's pretty bare, huh, Gen-kun?" Mina asked looking at his contact information.

"Well, everyone in middle school were a bunch of Bakugou-"

"Did you just use me as a noun!?"

"-so the only numbers I actually have are for my parents, extended family, and Hitoshi," Genki elaborated, hiding the fact he had an army of Onee-samas on the Blocked setting behind a password-protected folder so no-one'd see them. "Ah, that reminds me, I need to get Mei-san's number. I did promise I'd let her work on my costume if I made it into the Hero Course. I can definitely use something like those Custom Leg Parts in my arsenal."

"As your class representative, it is imperative we remain in contact with one another should the need arise," Iida said stepping forward with his own unique brand of swagger.

"It can't hurt to have too many friends," Tsuyu said stepping forward as well, her phone clad in an adorable green frog-like casing.

As though the floodgates had opened, suddenly, most of the class was swarming him to get his contact information. Even if it was only because he'd won the Sports Festival, the fact that they were wholly accepting of his Quirk so soon after meeting him, negative connotations and all, warmed his heart a great deal.

It really made it feel like all that hard work up to this point had paid off, and that his dream… wasn't just a flight of fantasy.

That and he was finally able to put his demons from middle school to bed. Kami knew they'd try and suck up to him now that he was famous and attending one of the most-prestigious Hero Academies in the country.

*MHA*

"I'm back," Aizawa said tiredly a while later as he came back into the room, everyone scrambling to return to their seats. " . . . Why do you have two medals?"

"Bakugou threw his away like a silver medalist after the Olympics," Genki answered as medals of bronze and gold both dangled from his neck.

" . . . Well, as long as he doesn't want it back…" he said going to the front of the room, not really caring whether or not Bakugou wanted to keep his medal. "Before I dismiss you, I have a couple things to say, so listen up. In light of the festival, you'll have tomorrow and the day after off," he began. "Scouting reports and such from the pros will be waiting for you here after the break, so look forward to that as you enjoy your time off."

"Hey, we should totally hang out!" Mina whooped.

"You're awfully cheerful toward the guy that got you all slimy."

"Phrasing!" Mina cried.

"Not you," Aizawa cut in. "With the Hero Internships coming up, you're going to need to get a functioning costume together in a hurry if you want to establish your brand. Since you actually won the Sports Festival, it shouldn't be too hard to put in a rush order to the appropriate Support Company and get moved to the top of the cue, but even then you'll just barely make it."

"Hey, I'm just happy I made it to the Hero Course. I'll do as much extra work as I have to," Genki said confidently.

"Since you're late to the races, you'll have to," Aizawa stated. "All of you. Dismissed."

"Guess we'll have to hang out some other time," Kirishima shrugged as he rose from his seat.

"Take care!" Mina said with a wave.

"Good luck getting your costume together," Izuku replied.

"If you don't want something skin-tight, be sure to you say so very clearly," Ochako added. "I learned that lesson the hard way," she chuckled as she rubbed the back of her head.

"I look forward to working with you," Tsuyu said with a nod.

"Glad to have you on the team," Kyoka added.

"Congrats on making it to the Hero Course!" Toru said chipperly.

"Yes, your victory was definitely well-earned," Momo said with a nod.

"Well… Someone's popular with the ladies," Aizawa hummed as everyone filed out.

"I think they just like me because I gave the boot to an unrelenting pervert," Genki admitted. It was really telling that he only knew Mineta for a few hours and already knew that about him. "Probably feels like they've traded up."

"Hm. I see," Aizawa hummed tiredly. "Anyway, the sooner you get to work on your costume's design, the better-off you'll be."

"Right!" Genki said grabbing a pencil and paper. "Guess I'd better get to work."

"Here," Aizawa said putting a form in front of him. "Your mother brought a copy of your Quirk Registration Form by, so all that's left is coming up with a design. The Support Companies have gotten very good at blending form with function, so you don't need to micro-manage; just trust in their design sensibilities and everything will turn out fine."

"Actually, before I get to work on the costume, could I drop by the Support Course? I really need to get Mei-san's contact information so I can get some of those Custom Leg Parts we used in the Cavalry Battle."

"Glad to see you didn't forget me, Mr. First Place!"

"M-M-Mei-san?!" Genki yelped as the goggle-clad girl poked her head in through the door. "When'd you get here?"

"Oh, I was waiting for you to be alone~" Mei cooed with a glint in her eye and a grin on her face. "Oh, hey there, Eraserhead!" she added like an afterthought.

"Hn."

"Anyway, happy to be workin' with ya! Let's get going!" Mei said linking arms with his and dragging him off.

"Well… At least he's networking early," the Erasure Hero sighed, before sighing more-despondently as he realized Genki had left his Quirk Registration Form and school bag behind. "Teenagers. Just the worst," he groaned as he pulled up his sleeping bag.

*MHA*

AN:
It's stated very clearly that if your performance in the Sports Festival is sub-par, you can be booted out of the Hero Course to make room for those that surpass you, and I don't think that's a topic that too many authors have actually touched up on. Most Authors, at least as far as I know, opt to make the class of 20 become 21, 22, 23, and so-on from the very beginning, and that's something I wanted to do differently in Vigorous Vitality; write in someone being kicked out of the Hero Course to make room for someone new.

Of course, back when I used to read Naruto crossovers, I saw a lot of "Bashing" type stories. Sasuke-bashing, Sakura-bashing, Kakashi-bashing, Sarutobi-bashing, Everyone-bashing… So I decided that while Mineta would be put on the chopping block as my objectively least-favorite 1-A student, that I could "do better" than simply booting him out of the Hero Course and being done with it just because he's a bit of –or one-hundred percent of- a pervert.

Yuuei Academy is the undisputed best Hero Academy in the country, and while I'm sure many of the Hero Aspirants that fall short of getting into Yuuei eventually try for other schools, I decided to write in the angle of Mineta transferring to a different school. Even though he gets the boot to make way for a General Course student, canonically, Mineta's admittance into 1-A was heavily decided on the results of his written exam, something he did better on than most of his peers whose Quirks are objectively "better" than his.

I hope to hear your thoughts on this creative decision in the Review Column.

GO BEYOND!

EXCELSIOR!