A/N; Warning. This story has smut. In fact, it's pretty much mostly smut.. Let me know how it lands, and the next two chapters are already up on pa-tr-eon if you're down for that. Same username as up here and the link is in my profile.

There was a lot to be said about the Institute of Quirk Rehabilitation. One could accuse them of being controlling bastards—he did it every Tuesday. But no one could ever call them, cheap, he thought as he beheld the outfit that had been set aside for his examination. Momo's had been weeks ago. For some reason, *cough* Nezu *cough* his recommendations had gone missing from the system and the institute forgot to send one, so he had to take the general exams with everyone else. If there was one thing the rat-bear-cat creature could be petty when he wanted to be and apparently sending in his application late had been enough to tick him off.

It made Izuku smile in the end. This would work for his own plans, very well. If he had no other choice than being a hero, then he would do it on his own terms- his own way. Back to the suit. He'd asked for a tracksuit to take the exam in with no exact specifications, and the Institute had chosen to above and beyond. Just looking at it told him it was expensive. The way the colours caught the light. The way the threads were perfectly aligned, but the stitches were only slightly uneven. Too slight to even be perceptible to anyone without an active supercomputer brain. He ran his fingers across the material, enjoying the way it felt on his skin.

Telekinesis stripped him of the outfit he was wearing and replaced it with the tracksuit on the mannequin. "Thanks for the view" Momo said from the bed. He turned to look at her. She laid down, leaned backwards.

"You're still here" He said, pretending like he hadn't noticed her sitting there when he walked into his room.

"Indeed. And still ready" She said, leaning further backwards and opening her legs even wider. He could see for sure that underneath her skirt, she had nothing. He could also smell just how much she wanted him.

"Change the sheets before you leave" He said, instead of recognising her offer for what it was.

"And if I don't?"

He walked closer to her then. He'd gone out for breakfast with his room in good order, and returned to find her on his bed. The wet patch on the other end of the bed made it obvious what she'd been doing before he came in.

"Then…" He leaned over her, capturing her lips with his. As they kissed, she leaned backwards, opening her legs in invitation. An invitation h only partially accepted. He knelt on the bed to get even closer to her and placed his finger right at her warmth. He began to stroke, enjoying the way she came to life with his fingers.

"…I won't continue from there when I get back" He abruptly ended the kiss and stood back up. She pouted up at him, but he focused on his willpower to deny her. Revenge was sweet. And he was a petty man at the end of the day.

Xxxxxx

The car took him to the exam centre with no fanfare. And where the original Izuku would have had a brief meltdown at the first sight of UA University, he took it all in stride. It wasn't his first time here, after all. The Institute had a massive budget, but they still leaned on UA for certain machineries and tests. Every patient at the Institute had more exposure to the University than most members of the public would guess.

The crowd of students parted around me. Most of them probably didn't know why. Sure, I was tall and fit, but there was a reason the crowds smoothly flowed around. Crowd Control. Getting this power as a thirteen-year-old had been funny. I'd thought it useless. It still was, mostly useless. But it had its appeal. I hadn't done as much work with it as most of my more staple rotations, but it saw use whenever I went out to the mall or somewhere with a lot of foot traffic. The gates of UA University on Exam day applied easily.

The exam had an application fee, but they waived it for so many people and for so many reasons that it was basically only those who wanted to pay it that ended up paying it. That meant they got a lot of applicants. Some of them knew they'd stand no chance. Most of them knew they didn't stand any chance if they were being honest with themselves. They just applied because they could- and most of them wanted to try to avoid regrets. It was a form of thinking only part of me could get behind.

There was no reason for a boy with a quirk that gave him wings he couldn't even use to fly to apply to the premier hero school in the country. It was just a waste of everyone's time. Everyone's resources as well. He ignored the news crew that captured footage of people as they made their way into the designated testing halls as he walked to hall 7-D.

First thing was the written test.

He passed through some form of scanner. He felt it run across his body, almost ignoring his clothes except to scan them as well. Anti-cheating measures? Passed the scanner, he had to place his examinee card down and then received three slips of papers. The test questions. He walked deeper into the room and took a seat near the front. With no examiner in the room, he turned the question paper over and began to read.

The first lines, after asking him not to cheat, contained the instructions- answer every question. When you finish, take the papers to the front of the classroom and submit them. You will receive your next instructions after that, it read.

He smiled and turned to the questions themselves. It was just like Nezu to set up a system with no room for human interaction. "All input is error," He was fond of saying. Izuku was sure that he would run the entire country like this if they let him.

The first question was easy enough. As was the second. In fact, all the questions were easy, and he had a swell time with the earlier part of the examination. Of course, the exam got more stressful as it went on. Not stressful for being hard, just being long. There was an IQ test component. There were several ethics questions included as well. There was even a part of the test that included questions more suited for a personality test. The guys at the Institute called Nezu the God Of UA. He could see how now. If this was the kind of information he gathered at just the preliminary stages of the entrance procedure, then there was virtually nothing about his students that would be beyond his knowledge.

I ended up being the second to complete the test. Only finishing after a girl who had got up to the refreshment section to make herself two different cups of tea during the test. I walked to the desk and fed my papers into the section that required me to put them in. The screen on the desk displayed a piece of text that read "Loading".

That lasted a few seconds before it simple displayed an arrow that pointed me at another opening. Said opening produced two pieces of paper. The first congratulated me on passing the written test, and the other contained instructions on the next room to head to. I walked out with both pieces of paper in my hands. I'd shudder if I bothered to think of how much paper Nezu would be wasting with this simple test of his. Surely, there had to be a better approach. I followed the directions to an empty hall. There were refreshments at one end, and seats at the other. I walked to the refreshments even if I wasn't particularly hungry, and began to make my choices.

It took an hour for anyone else to join me in this hall, and it was a girl with pink hair and pink skin. Two horns poked out of her pink hair, and her breasts pressed against her shirt, displaying the telltale anime physiology that had brought me so much pleasure in this world.

"Oh there's someone done already" She said. I wondered if she was talking to herself. They never said anything about Mina Ashido being insane in the anime, but I'd learned that this world was so different from that one that there were few things that remained the same. For hell's sake, I was in the body of the literal main character. There was no chance this was the same world.

She walked further in with a pep in her step and stretched a hand out for a handshake. Strange. Handshakes weren't common in this culture. With how varied quirks could be, few people were willing to shake hands either strangers. I took the unspoken challenge for what it was and activated invulnerability from my rotation and took her hand. She smiled widely at me. The first genuine smile of the day, I could tell.

"My name is Mina Ashido. My quirk is Acid" She said. Another quirk of this world, introducing yourself with the name of your meta-ability.

"Nice to meet you, Mina. I am Izuku Midoriya. My quirk is High Priest." I replied, intentionally falling for her verbal trap and setting one of my own.

"Ah. Izuku-san. Mina is my first name" There was a look in her eyes. She enjoyed her tricks. Practically expected me to trip over myself apologising for the faux-pas.

"I know Mina. Izuku is my first name as well. I assumed we were on that level, considering you still haven't let go of my hand." She didn't retract her hand like she wanted to. She leaned in.

"What level, Izuku?" She asked, getting close enough that looking at her eyes gave me a healthy look at her bosom. She was wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, so there wasn't any cleavage on display, but it was still an impressive view.

I leaned down to meet her eye-to eye. Our faces mere inches from each other. "This level, Mina" I said. I held my position for a few seconds and could just barely prevent myself from laughing as she stepped back with a flushed face.

"You're some sort of creep, aren't you?" She suddenly accused, pointing a finger at me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I replied, trying my best to mimic the tone Momo used when she spoke to the servant that had spilled hot tea all over her because he'd been too busy staring at her breasts to pay attention to where he was going.

At that moment, I felt a familiar mental tingle. A new arrival at the constellation, Mimic. I smiled at the coincidence and picked up the hot dogs I'd been making along with a bottle of water and made my way to an out-of-the-way corner of the room to take my seat.

I ate the hotdogs while running through the information I could decipher from the power. My quirk oftentimes gave me nothing but the quirk's name. Usually, that was enough for the beginning. After that, figuring out what it could and couldn't do was up to my training. A quirk like mine was enviable to all who heard of it, but they never considered the years of time that went into mastering each individual ability. I was the patient at the Institute with the least spare time. I got more powers more often now, and so I had to spend more time working on each power. I wondered if this would end up being one of the powers I disclosed to the Institute.

I was required to notify them the moment I received a new ability and inform them of said ability, as well as write a report on what it could do. It's potential combat applications, that kind of thing. I was even supposed to give a threat rating to the ability on my own. For a power like mimic, the report would be easy. For something like Matter Dematerialisation, I would have had to write pages worth of information. That was why I lied and called it matter disintegration without having to go over the wider applications of the power.

I was sure they knew I lied, held things back. They'd be fools not to suspect. But I also figured that the only reason no one had done anything drastic was because Nezu assured them he had me well in hand. Sometimes I wondered if he actually did.

Two hours passed, and the screen finally came to life. "Congratulations on passing the first test" the familiar voice of Shōta Aizawa rang out from the speakers. "It was the easiest part of this whole thing. Welcome to Round 2. This test will break you down and show us if you have that core of gold necessary to become real heroes. Only those with that core will be admitted into UA High School. Make your way to the battle centre highlighted on your smart cards now. The rules of each individual centre will be explained to you there. Good luck. You will need it." He said, and then the screen died.

A/N: Here you goooooooo. Next two on pa-tr-eo-n like I said earlier.