My sensei is a Shinobi

by mexicanflash03

Izuki Midoriya has been having one of her worst days of her life. All Might had crushed her dreams, and her ex-best friend told her off. What else could happen to make her life even worse? Or will one person change her life and turn it upside down?

3. UA Entrance exam

I'm surprised that people are still reading this story. Thank you all so much. I should clarify that Naruto is going to become powerful, but there's a good reason for his strength, so please be patient. Trust me.

Well, here's chapter three of "My Sensei is a Shinobi" As I wrote in Chapter 1. This is just a fanfiction and I don't own anything. Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto and My Hero Academia is owned by Kōhei Horikoshi.

The Next Day - UA Entrance Exam

The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden light over the entrance to U. A. High School. Today was the big day—the entrance exam for all prospective students. Hundreds of candidates streamed through the massive gates, their eyes wide with awe as they took in the sheer scale of the school. The air buzzed with excitement and nervous chatter as each student prepared to prove they had what it took to join the prestigious hero academy.

Among the crowd, Izuki walked alongside Naruto, doing her best to focus on the day ahead. But there was one issue. "Umm… why are you following us, Kacchan?" she asked, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at Katsumi, who was walking a little too close for comfort.

Katsumi, standing at 5 feet 4 inches, was dressed in a cozy brown winter sweater with an orange scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. She glared down at Izuki, her fiery red eyes narrowing. "What the hell are you talking about, Deku? I'm just going to U. A. like everyone else, " she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive.

Izuki raised an eyebrow. "I get that, but why are you practically glued to Naruto-kun?" she asked, casting a pointed glance at the fact that Katsumi was walking so close to Naruto she was practically glued to his side.

Katsumi scoffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away as if it were no big deal. "Hn, it's freezing, and tomato-head is warm," she grumbled, though her voice held a hint of irritation.

Like hell I'm gonna let you hog him all to yourself, bitch, Katsumi thought bitterly, eyeing Izuki with a mix of jealousy and defiance. It wasn't like she liked Naruto or anything. Of course not. But he was warm, and it wasn't her fault the damn school uniform required them to wear skirts in this freezing weather. She just wanted to stay warm. That was all. Totally innocent.

Meanwhile, Naruto walked between them, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. Both girls were practically pressed against him, and while it was a little uncomfortable, he didn't really mind. Katsumi wasn't wrong—it was cold out. But he'd gotten used to the cold a long time ago, so it didn't really bother him.

Wait, is that a Frozen reference? Naruto thought with a small chuckle to himself. Nah, probably just my imagination.

He glanced over at Izuki, who seemed equally annoyed and flustered. Izuki was glaring at Katsumi like she wanted to throw her off a cliff, but Naruto could tell she was trying to keep her cool. Katsumi, on the other hand, acted like nothing was wrong, though her sharp gaze gave away her real thoughts.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Izuki muttered, narrowing her eyes at Katsumi, who scoffed in response.

The three of them continued down the path toward U.A.'s massive gates, the towering entrance looming ahead as students poured in from all directions. Katsumi, now walking slightly ahead, had a smug little swing in her hips, clearly putting on a show. Izuki knew it.

In Katsumi's mind, a chibi version of herself was holding up a giant sign that read, "Hell yeah!" with a proud smirk plastered on her tiny face. But right beside that version, another chibi Katsumi was trying to yank the sign down, blushing furiously and looking pissed. Goddammit, Katsumi thought, her inner conflict raging as she kept walking. I don't like the bastard like that!

Izuki, however, wasn't about to let Katsumi steal the spotlight. She knew exactly what Katsumi was doing, and there was no way she was going to let her get away with it. With a determined look in her eyes, Izuki sped up and matched Katsumi's pace, swinging her own hips just as exaggeratedly. She shot a glare at Katsumi, her eyes silently declaring war.

Katsumi, sensing Izuki's challenge, glanced over and smirked, her competitive spirit flaring to life.

Oh, you want to play that game, huh?

Meanwhile, Naruto trailed slightly behind the two girls, completely oblivious to the silent rivalry unfolding before him. He blinked in confusion as they hurried ahead, their strange behavior not going unnoticed.

Do I smell or something? Naruto wondered, discreetly sniffing his jacket. No, he was fine. He always made sure to shower—and bathe—because growing up, he hadn't always had access to running water. Back in the dingy red-light district apartment where he'd lived as a kid, the water worked maybe 20% of the time, and when it did, it was always freezing cold.

So what gives? He hadn't done anything weird, had he? It's not like he was shouting about going out on dates like he used to with Sakura. Those were different times, and back then, he hadn't even known what dating meant. He'd just seen happy couples and figured, why not?

Maybe they're just excited for the entrance exam? Naruto thought, trying to make sense of it. Katsumi had been clear from day one about wanting to be a hero, and Izuki had trained hard with him for this very moment.

Yeah, that's probably it.

But still, as he watched the two of them walk ahead, Naruto couldn't help but notice something strange. Their walking… looked weird. Almost like they were limping—or doing some strange stretch?

Did they hurt themselves? Naruto's brow furrowed with concern. Maybe they just needed a little stretching before the exam? He made a mental note to ask them about it later, hoping that whatever was going on, they were okay and ready to do their best today.

As the gates to U.A. came closer, the tension between the two girls grew. Naruto, still clueless to the subtle battle raging on, just hoped they would all make it through the day in one piece.

Both Katsumi and Izuki felt the world tilt beneath them, their feet slipping at the exact same moment.

Oh shit! Katsumi thought, her stomach flipping as the ground rushed up to meet her.

Damn it, I'm supposed to be a ninja-in-training! Izuki cursed herself, feeling her balance give way. She was about to faceplant, just like Katsumi, and she could already see the humiliation coming. Everything slowed down, and the pavement seemed to get closer by the second.

But before they could hit the ground, Naruto moved with the speed of a pro. In an instant, his hands shot out, grabbing both girls by the backs of their jackets. He lifted them effortlessly, their falls stopping in midair like nothing had happened.

"You two okay?" Naruto asked, his voice calm but laced with concern. He gently pulled them upright, making sure they were steady on their feet. "You're not hurt, right?"

Katsumi's immediate reaction was pure tsundere. She smacked his hand away, her face already flushing a deep red. "I didn't need your help, tomato baka!" she growled, storming off toward the entrance with a scowl, her fists clenched at her sides.

Inside her mind, two chibi versions of herself were having a meltdown. One was facepalming hard, frustrated beyond belief, while the other was blushing furiously and muttering angrily under her breath. What the hell is wrong with me? Katsumi thought as she quickened her pace. Why did I have to react like that?

Naruto, blinking in confusion, scratched the back of his head. "Did I… do something wrong?" he asked, watching Katsumi's retreating figure with a puzzled expression. He genuinely couldn't understand what he had done to upset her this time.

Izuki couldn't help but sweatdrop at the whole situation. Katsumi had been acting bold all morning, trying to steal Naruto's attention with her usual fire and flair, but now she was storming off like she'd just been insulted. At least this time she hadn't called him a pervert.

"No, I think she's just… flustered," Izuki said, offering Naruto a reassuring smile. She wasn't about to explain the intricacies of Katsumi's tsundere tendencies right now.

"Oh, that's good. I thought I might've done something wrong," Naruto said, his voice light and relieved.

How did no one back in Konoha like him? Izuki thought, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Naruto was literally one of the kindest people she'd ever met. Sure, he was dense as hell, but that wasn't his fault. He'd been through so much, and yet here he was, always smiling, always optimistic. Her heart picked up its pace a little as she thought about it.

The girls back in Konoha must've been fucking idiots, Izuki mused, the memory of Naruto's past flashing in her mind. She couldn't believe they'd swoon over someone like Sasuke. From the memories Naruto had shared with her, Sasuke came across as a lone wolf, arrogant and brooding. Sure, he had his reasons, but still. He didn't deserve the kind of devotion Naruto did. Sasuke had tried to abandon Konoha, had nearly brought it to its knees, and yet they worshiped him like some kind of hero?

They kicked Naruto out for doing his job, for trying to bring back someone who didn't even want to be saved. Fucking idiots, Izuki thought bitterly. But in a way, she was glad. Konoha had thrown him away like trash, but to her, he was anything but. Naruto isn't trash—he's a treasure.

Izuki couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Naruto and Sasuke ever faced off again. Naruto had held back in their last fight, and Sasuke had tried to kill him, over and over again. Even so, Naruto hadn't gone all out. He was too kind, too forgiving.

I'd put my money on Naruto, she thought with a small smile. She was sure he was still holding back even now, and Kami knows what would happen if he ever used his full strength.

"Hey, Izuki-chan? You okay?" Naruto's voice broke through her thoughts, and she blinked, realizing she had completely spaced out. He was waving his hand in front of her face, a look of concern in his bright blue eyes.

Izuki blushed, trying to cover up her daydreaming. "Yeah, yeah! I was just, uh… thinking about the test. You know?" she lied quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice the faint pink on her cheeks.

Naruto smiled, his expression soft and warm. "Don't worry about it, Izuki-chan. You're gonna do amazing. Just have a little faith in yourself," he said with such sincerity that it made her heart skip a beat.

Izuki's eyes flashed with renewed determination, and she nodded. His words gave her the boost she needed. She wasn't going to let her doubts get the better of her—not today. They entered the grand U.A. building, the nervous energy of the other students buzzing in the air around them. The future heroes of Japan gathered in one place, and it was time to prove they belonged here.

Later,

Izuki still couldn't wrap her head around it—she had just spoken to the R-rated Hero: Midnight. Not only that, but she'd actually managed to snag her autograph. As she stared down at her hero notebook, Midnight's signature boldly etched across the page, it all felt like a dream, a moment straight out of her wildest fantasies. Who would've ever thought she'd be here, standing shoulder to shoulder with pro-heroes, casually chatting with them as if it were nothing? U.A. wasn't just a school; it was filled with real, living legends.

But despite the excitement buzzing through her veins, there was something else gnawing at Izuki—a creeping irritation she couldn't shake. Midnight wasn't just being playful; she was eyeing Naruto, and it wasn't subtle. The teasing glances, the over-the-top wink, and the way she crossed her legs so deliberately—it was like she was putting on a show just for him. Too seductive. Too obvious. Midnight was clearly testing him, seeing if she could make him squirm.

Izuki clenched her fists, but thankfully, Naruto remained completely unfazed, like he'd seen it all before. Of course, he had. He'd dealt with far worse back in his world, the red-light district no less, and it showed. Naruto wasn't the kind to blush or stumble over himself because of a little flirtation. He just flashed that sunny, brilliant smile of his, the one that could brighten any room, and coolly said, "I like your hair, Midnight-san."

Izuki felt a pang in her chest. Of course. He'd always been fascinated with people who had unique hair colors—it was probably some quirk of his from the Elemental Nations, where different-colored hair was just part of everyday life. But still, something about it made her stomach twist.

And then it happened—Midnight, with a sly smirk, licked her lips and blew Naruto a kiss. Izuki's eyebrow twitched violently. Oh, she did not. Midnight was lucky Izuki respected her as a hero, because Izuki was one second away from spitting a water Jutsu right in her smug face.

Before she could yank Naruto away from the scene, a short guy—who had… purple balls for hair?—suddenly leapt into the air, his arms outstretched like a desperate man trying to catch Midnight's kiss. It was ridiculous. Izuki blinked, barely processing the absurdity, when another guy shoved him mid-jump. And then chaos erupted. A whole swarm of guys started pushing, shoving, fighting just to get that imaginary kiss.

Izuki stood there, dumbfounded, her earlier frustration giving way to exasperation.

Meanwhile, Izuki subtly nudged Naruto out of the chaos, steering them both away from whatever weirdness was unfolding behind them. Midnight just giggled, waving at them like she was in on some private joke. "Good luck on the exam!" she called, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.

Izuki had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Ugh, this woman.

Now, wandering through the massive halls of U.A., Izuki was trying to find her classroom for the written exam. It sucked that Naruto had been assigned to a different testing room. She couldn't help but hope Katsumi wasn't in his class. She'd noticed Katsumi glaring at them earlier, and knowing her, she was probably plotting something ridiculous.

Izuki sighed, gripping her notebook a little tighter as she walked. Focus, Izuki. This is your day—your moment. You're going to ace this exam, no matter what.

When she finally found her classroom, she froze for a second. The place was massive, more like a theater than a classroom. There were stairs, rows upon rows of seats, and it seemed to stretch on forever. If this had been ten months ago, the old Izuki would've bolted to the farthest corner, desperate to hide, or maybe sat in the front just to avoid all the stares. But she wasn't that person anymore.

Glancing around, Izuki was relieved to see that while a few students were already seated, Katsumi wasn't among them. Dodged a bullet there, she thought. But, of course, nothing could be perfect—Naruto wasn't here either. With a quiet sigh, she settled for a seat somewhere in the middle, feeling a little off without him by her side.

Don't trip. Don't fall. There's no Naruto here to catch you if you do, Izuki reminded herself, determined not to faceplant in front of strangers. She made sure to watch her steps carefully.

Apparently, though, not everyone shared her caution. Just ahead of her, someone tripped—hard. Arms still in their jacket pockets, the girl was on a one-way trip to the floor, and there was no saving her from the impending faceplant.

"Shit!" the girl yelped, struggling to yank her hands free from her pockets as gravity took over.

Izuki moved before she even realized what she was doing. One second, she was standing there, and the next, she was grabbing the back of the girl's jacket, stopping her fall mid-air. The girl just… froze, suspended inches from the ground.

"Did I just use my quirk?" the girl muttered to herself, blinking in confusion. She stared down at her hands as if they were supposed to have saved her somehow.

That's when Izuki noticed something unusual. The girl had these cute little paw patterns on her hands—like a cat's or a dog's. Izuki couldn't lie, a part of her kind of wanted to feel them. Was that weird? Probably. But still, she couldn't help it. Beyond that small thought, she was surprised at how easily she'd caught her. No chakra, no quirks—just reflexes. Guess all that training with Naruto-kun was really paying off. A few months ago, she could barely do a push-up without struggling.

"Uh, you okay? Sorry if I startled you," Izuki asked, letting go of the girl's jacket once she seemed stable.

The girl gasped and spun around to face her. She was shorter than Izuki—maybe by a few inches—and had fair skin, auburn hair, and soft, round eyes that matched her hair color. Her cheeks were permanently tinged with a blush, and her lashes were long and thick, especially on the outer corners of her eyes. Her hair was cut into a cute bob, with two long strands framing her face.

Izuki pulled her fully back to her feet, and the girl blushed even harder, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "Thanks for the save. Would've been some bad luck to fall flat on my face before the test," she said with a nervous laugh.

Izuki smiled warmly. "It's fine, really. I almost did the same thing earlier, so no worries," she replied.

The girl's eyes widened in surprise before she broke into giggles. "Guess we're both clumsy, huh?"

Izuki laughed softly along with her. "Looks like it."

In that brief exchange of laughter, Izuki felt some of the tension she'd been carrying slip away. Maybe this exam wouldn't be so bad after all.

"My name's Ochaco Uraraka," the girl said with a friendly smile, giving Izuki a slight bow.

"Izuki Midoriya. Pleasure to meet you," she replied, bowing back with a grin.

And just like that, the two started talking, and Izuki had to admit… their personalities clicked instantly. Like, no joke. It felt almost like talking to a female version of Naruto—except Ochaco was way less dense and had this bubbly energy that made Izuki feel completely at ease. Is this what it's like to have an actual conversation with another girl? Izuki thought, feeling a bit awkward at how easy and natural it was. Back at Aldera Junior High, the only things she ever heard from other girls were, "You bitch," "Ugly green-haired freak," and her personal favorite, "You must've brainwashed Naruto to hang out with you." Oh, and let's not forget the classic, "Whore."

Yeah, that was about as nice as they ever got. But honestly? Izuki didn't care. They were just jealous that Naruto actually paid attention to her instead of them. It wasn't her fault that he was nice to her and couldn't care less about them.

Still, it had gotten so bad that some of those girls actually tried to jump her when pictures of her and Naruto at the mall started circulating. Apparently, Naruto had a fan club… and they were not happy about her spending time with him. And they were absolutely furious when they found out she had scored that super rare All Might hair ribbon.

Speaking of which, Izuki had looked up the ribbon's worth, and holy crap. Turns out it was one of only five ever made, and one of them was selling for 50 million yen. Yeah, you read that right. Izuki was walking around with a 50 million yen hair ribbon in her bag. Maybe I should buy a safe or something, she thought.

"So, are you from here, Izuki?" Ochaco asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Wait. Did she just call her by her first name? Izuki blinked, realizing she hadn't even corrected her. Normally, she would've flinched or gotten awkward about it, but… hanging around Naruto must've changed her. He never liked it when people called him by his last name—too formal for him. I guess I picked that up from him.

"Yeah, born and raised in Musutafu," Izuki said, giving Ochaco a smile. "How about you? Where are you from, Ochaco?" Izuki asked, her smile widening as they continued to chat.

"Mie Prefecture," Ochaco replied, rubbing her fingers nervously. It was a bit of a distance from Musutafu, and Izuki could understand why Ochaco might feel a little out of place.

"You nervous?" Izuki asked, her voice soft but noticing the way Ochaco kept shifting uneasily.

Ochaco nodded, her unsure smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Yeah, kinda… I'm okay when it comes to studying, but it feels like a 50/50 chance on whether I'll make it."

Izuki's heart sank a little, hating to see the doubt in Ochaco's eyes. "Come on, Ochaco, don't sell yourself short," she said, her tone firm but gentle. "My sensei always says the first step to getting anywhere is believing in yourself. If you don't, how can you expect to be ready for anything?"

Izuki felt a pang of familiarity with Ochaco's insecurity—those moments of self-doubt hit too close to home. She remembered all the times she'd felt like she was running in place during her own training, convinced she wasn't getting any stronger. Back then, it had felt like every day was an uphill battle, and sometimes she wondered if she was even making progress at all. But Naruto-sensei had always been there, reminding her that progress didn't always show itself right away. He'd talk about his own struggles—how he had always been dead last, not the smartest or the most skilled. No flashy quirks, no natural-born talent. But it wasn't about being a genius—it was about working hard, harder than anyone else, and never giving up.

Ochaco needed that same kind of reminder, that same hope.

Ochaco blinked, processing Izuki's words, before she suddenly slapped her cheeks with both hands. Her eyes sparked with a new light, a determination that hadn't been there before. "Yeah, you're right! I just need to trust in myself!" she exclaimed, her smile growing brighter, more confident.

Izuki felt a surge of warmth at the sight. Seeing that glimmer of hope in Ochaco's eyes felt like watching a bud bloom into a flower. It was the same feeling she had whenever Naruto pushed her through her own moments of doubt, and she was glad that now she could do the same for someone else.

Before Izuki could say anything more, a commanding voice echoed from the front of the room. "Alright, everyone, the test will begin as soon as I've passed out the materials."

Both Izuki and Ochaco snapped their heads toward the source of the voice, their eyes growing wide with excitement.

There, standing in front of them, was none other than the Space Hero: Thirteen. She wore a puffy, white space suit jacket that looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, her black helmet gleaming under the classroom lights, and yellow boots completing the look.

"It's the Space Hero: Thirteen!" they both whispered, almost in sync, barely able to contain their excitement.

They glanced at each other, eyes sparkling with the sudden realization that they were both total fangirls. And just like that, they burst into giggles, caught up in the shared joy and awe of seeing one of their heroes in person.

with Katsumi

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Katsumi Bakugo stormed down the hallways of U.A., her mind swirling with frustration and confusion. Why the hell did she feel so embarrassed around that dumbass Naruto? He was just a moron, right? Sure, he was in the top ten of their class, but he wasn't that smart. Definitely not smarter than her, anyway. And fucking Deku. It was always her or Deku taking first place on the tests—always a 50/50 chance, like some cruel cosmic joke.

But then there was that stupid, hot, red-haired idiot with those infuriatingly perfect, ocean-blue eyes. Those eyes that looked like… a goddamn clear ocean, pulling her in like some cheesy, romantic bullshit. Ahhh! It was driving her insane. What the hell is wrong with me?

Her heart would start racing whenever she got near him, and it felt like her stomach was doing backflips. And her face? It heated up the second he started talking to her, that bright, stupid smile of his plastered across his face. It was like he knew exactly what he was doing—like he was messing with her on purpose. Goddammit, why does he have to be so… annoyingly perfect?

And to top it all off, ever since that fucking day, she had been stressing out over her appearance. The idiot had actually thought she was a boy when they first met back in their second year at Aldera Junior High. A fucking boy. Her? She had the body, the curves, the boobs—everything—and that dumbass had still mistaken her for a guy. Seriously, what the fuck?

Katsumi stomped through the halls, still fuming, barely noticing as she made her way to the classroom for the written exam. Great. Now she was the first one here. Alone.

She slumped into one of the chairs, arms crossed tightly, trying to calm down. It's fine, Katsumi. It wasn't like that idiot tomato had even apologized properly. Wait… no, he actually did apologize, and he wasn't even lying about it either, which just made everything worse. How the hell was she supposed to stay pissed at him when he wasn't even being a jerk?

Dammit. This was going to drive her insane.

After Naruto had called her a guy, Katsumi had been absolutely livid. And let's be real—no one liked Katsumi when she was pissed off. She was ready to kick his ass. No one mistook Katsumi Bakugo for a boy and got away with it.

Flashback: Aldera Junior High Rooftop

Katsumi had followed that red-haired bastard all the way to the rooftop, her fists clenched so tightly she could practically feel the heat of her own anger pulsing through her veins. Behind her, the usual posse of extras trailed along, smirking like they were about to witness the show of the century. They knew exactly what was coming. This new guy had the nerve, the audacity, to mistake her for a boy. How the hell did she look like a guy? She had boobs, for fuck's sake!

Her eyes tracked Naruto as he casually slipped through the door to the rooftop, completely unaware of the storm about to hit him. It was almost laughable. How clueless could this guy be? He had no idea who he was messing with. Katsumi was going to make sure he regretted ever crossing her path.

A few minutes passed, but Katsumi's patience was running thin. Enough was enough. She smirked, planting her foot firmly against the door, and kicked it open with a loud bang that echoed across the rooftop. Her so-called extras rushed in first, trying to look intimidating, but it was all for show. The real confrontation hadn't even begun yet. Katsumi swaggered in behind them, arms crossed, ready to teach that red-haired idiot a lesson he wouldn't forget.

But what she saw made her freeze.

There, sitting on the ground like it was the most natural thing in the world, was Naruto. And he wasn't prepping for a fight, or even paying attention to them. No, the dumbass was happily slurping down a cup of instant ramen, completely oblivious to her murderous intent.

What the actual fuck? Katsumi's brain short-circuited. How is he eating ramen up here? Where did he even get the ramen cup? And, worse than anything, for a split second—with his head tilted to the side, cheeks puffed up with noodles—he looked… adorable.

Adorable?! The thought hit her like a punch to the gut. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn't here to think this idiot was cute. She was here to wipe that stupid grin off his face, not get distracted by how ridiculously… endearing he looked stuffing his face with noodles.

The bastard finished his ramen at lightning speed, stood up, and dusted himself off like he didn't have a care in the world. "Hey, you looking for someone?" he asked, his voice casual, though his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. He even glanced around, like he thought she was lost or something.

Katsumi stepped forward, her eyes burning holes into him. "Oh, I'm looking for you, alright," she growled, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white, ready for action.

Naruto blinked, tilting his head in that dumb, clueless way, like some kind of innocent fox. "For me? Why's that, Bakugo-san?" His confusion was all over his face, and it pissed her off even more. Those damn whisker marks on his cheeks, three on each side, made him look like some harmless idiot. Who the hell even had whisker marks like that? It just fueled her rage.

Why? You wanna know why?!

Katsumi's entire body shook with fury, her heart pounding in her chest, fists trembling with the need to smash him into the ground. How the hell could this clueless bastard forget? He'd called her a fucking guy a few weeks ago. She hadn't let it go. Oh no, that insult had been seared into her mind. It took some serious balls to call her a guy, and she was going to make sure he paid for it.

Her fists clenched harder, and before she realized it, she started giggling—giggling like some kind of unhinged maniac. From the corner of her eye, she saw the extras who had tagged along to watch her tear Naruto apart. They were backing away, eyes wide with fear, clearly realizing the danger they were in. Good. They knew what was coming. They knew she was a ticking bomb about to go off, and no one wanted to be in the blast radius.

But Naruto? The tomato-head bastard stood there, completely unfazed, like her giggling like a maniac was nothing new to him. That calm, almost bored look on his face? It only made her want to smash him more. How dare he be so calm? Didn't he realize how close he was to getting his ass handed to him?

And that was the worst part—his calmness. It was like he didn't take her seriously. Like her fury was nothing more than a passing breeze to him. Katsumi hated that look, hated how it made her feel powerless in a way nothing else could. It only made the storm of rage inside her burn hotter, stronger. She clenched her fists so tight she could feel the skin stretching, barely holding her together.

Oh, he was gonna regret this.

"Because you called me a fucking boy! You bastard! Do you even realize how badly you messed up? I'm here to kick your ass!" Katsumi shouted, her voice echoing across the rooftop. The extras that had followed her retreated toward the entrance, wisely giving her and Naruto plenty of space—like they didn't want to get caught in the crossfire of what was about to go down.

Naruto blinked, his expression still unsettlingly calm. "Oh? But I did apologize. You kept telling me to 'Fuck off, tomato fucker,' remember?"

His voice shifted as he mimicked hers, and Katsumi felt a white-hot flash of anger shoot through her. Is he fucking mocking me?

She growled, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, her ruby-red gaze practically burning holes into him. "Do you think a fucking apology makes everything fine?!" Her entire body was vibrating with rage, like a bomb seconds away from detonating.

Naruto scratched the back of his head, his expression genuinely puzzled. "Umm, I dunno… I really didn't mean to make you feel bad. But, to be fair… you're always wearing the boys' uniform, so I kinda, you know, fucked up," he said, flashing an awkward smile.

Oh no, he didn't.

Katsumi could practically feel something snap in her head, a red-hot explosion of rage. Fuck it, I'm gonna kick his ass.

"Ahhhh!" she roared, launching herself at him with her quirk boosting her speed. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fists ready to make contact with his face, the pure satisfaction of finally smashing his stupid, clueless expression into the ground fueling her. But Naruto? The dumbass didn't look even the slightest bit concerned. He didn't flinch. His hands stayed by his sides, like he wasn't taking her seriously at all.

And then he smiled—not his usual goofy grin, but something different. Something that felt… off.

Katsumi grinned back, wild and savage, her fist flying toward his face. She could already feel the satisfaction of her knuckles slamming into him, feel the impact that would wipe that calm look off his face for good. Just a few centimeters more… just a little more!

But her fist hit nothing but air.

Her eyes widened in shock as Naruto seemed to vanish right before her. One second, he was there—right in front of her—and the next, he was a few feet away, standing like nothing had even happened.

"Okay, okay, okay. Calm down. There's no need to fight, Bakugo-san," Naruto said, his tone so calm, so irritatingly calm, that it felt like a slap to the face. And that smile—the one that never wavered—it felt like he was mocking her all over again.

Katsumi's blood boiled, her body trembling with fury. How dare he act like this is nothing? How dare he move so easily out of the way, like she wasn't a threat at all? Her fists clenched even tighter, her mind set on one thing: He's going down.

What the fuck is his quirk again? Katsumi thought, rage boiling over as she spun around to deliver a kick, completely forgetting about her skirt flipping up in the process.

Fuck! I didn't wear shorts underneath. Her heart lurched as the realization hit—she had just flashed him with her panties. Shit!

Her growl deepened, embarrassment mixing with her fury, the humiliation making her want to tear him apart even more. She aimed to kick Naruto straight into the next dimension, but, once again, the bastard dodged her with ease. And the worst part? He saw. He fucking saw everything.

But why wasn't he blushing? Why wasn't he even fazed?

Katsumi's eyes narrowed, her anger reigniting into an inferno. Oh, this asshole still thinks I'm a guy, doesn't he?! I'm gonna fucking kill him.

"That's strike two, Bakugo-san," Naruto said, his voice maddeningly calm, completely level, like this was nothing more than a friendly sparring match. "One more attack, and I'll strike back. I might know you're a girl, but I treat everyone equally. So don't think I won't hit back like you're just another guy."

The fuck he will! Katsumi smirked, her pride burning bright. Like this asshole would dare hit me—Katsumi Bakugo. No one laid a hand on her and walked away unscathed.

Without a second thought, she threw another right hook, this time blasting her quirk to propel herself faster. She was certain she'd land the punch, this time for sure—

Smack.

Her vision blurred as sharp pain exploded through her cheek. She blinked in shock, stumbling backward, her hand flying to her stinging face. Did he… slap me? She stared at him, utterly confused. How? She glanced behind her at her so-called extras, who were standing there with jaws hanging wide open, looking like they couldn't believe what had just happened.

Katsumi's heart pounded in her chest, and a weird fluttering sensation twisted in her stomach. What the hell is this feeling? Did Naruto use his quirk on her? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. No fucking way. She wasn't going to lose like this.

"Fuck that!" she yelled, launching herself at him again, fist raised high. But, like before, Naruto dodged her effortlessly, and—smack. He slapped her across the cheek again.

"Ow!" she yelped, a hot blush spreading across her face. But this time, it wasn't just from the sting of the slap—it was something else. Her heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Both sides of her face were red—part from the slaps, part from whatever the hell this stupid feeling was.

Dammit, why does this keep getting worse?!

Her breath quickened, the confusion gnawing at her. Katsumi was always in control, always the one with the upper hand. But this? This was different. Her fists trembled, and it wasn't just from rage. There was something else at play, something that made her want to scream but also… something that made her chest tighten in a way she couldn't explain.

Naruto stood there, calm as ever, and Katsumi felt her anger mixing with something she couldn't name. What the hell is happening to me?

"I'll fucking kill you!" Katsumi roared, her voice raw with fury as she blasted toward Naruto again, her quirk propelling her forward with all the rage she could muster. But just like before, he effortlessly redirected her attack, his movements swift and precise, and slap—another stinging smack landed on her cheek.

"Ee-yow!" she yelped, the heat rising in her cheeks from both the slap and the humiliation. But giving up wasn't an option. She was sure she was going to kick his ass this time, harder than ever.

"Why you!" she screamed, swinging her fist again, only for him to dodge and—slap—another sharp smack echoed in the air.

Slap!

"Ouch!" Katsumi growled, her voice slipping into an embarrassed squeak. "Y-you will pay for this!" She hurled a high kick his way, but, like clockwork, Naruto redirected it with ease, and—smack—another slap.

"Ouch!" she squealed, her frustration seeping through. Her cheeks were burning, six fucking slaps! Her face felt like it was on fire, the heat radiating from her skin as if her quirk had backfired.

She staggered back, completely thrown off. What the hell is this? Was she blushing? No. No fucking way. She wasn't enjoying this. That couldn't be it. It had to be his quirk, right? He had to be messing with her head, making her feel weird in a way that had nothing to do with the fight.

Her growl deepened, but when she looked up, Naruto was gone. Just gone. Like he had never even been there. And those dumbass extras that had followed her? They were still standing there, slack-jawed, looking like they couldn't believe what they'd just witnessed.

Fuck this shit! He embarrassed her. Again. Katsumi fumed, fists clenched so hard she could feel her nails digging into her palms. That bastard had beaten her, and worse, why the hell did she feel this weird shiver down her spine? It wasn't just anger. It was… something else. No! There's no fucking way this was pleasure! It couldn't be. Right?

Still fuming, she stormed home, practically kicking the door open as she ripped off her shoes and stomped inside, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't begin to make sense of.

"How was school—" her mother's voice began, only to trail off as her eyes landed on Katsumi's bright red cheeks, flushed from both the slaps and the raging embarrassment.

"I got into a fucking fight and the bastard beat my ass," Katsumi muttered, crossing her arms in frustration, feeling like a complete fool.

Her mom's gaze sharpened. "He? Do you want me to—"

"No," Katsumi cut her off quickly, her voice firm. "I fucking started it." There was no way she was letting her mom fight her battles for her. Not when this was her own fault. She stormed off toward her room, muttering under her breath, "Stupid fucking cute red-haired bastard."

She slammed her bedroom door behind her, unsure if her mother had caught that last part. But at this point, she didn't care. Not one bit.

Her thoughts were racing. Naruto had beaten her, and in front of her extras too. That stupid look on his face, calm and collected, like she was never a real threat. The worst part was the strange fluttering sensation still lingering in her chest. She collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow, cheeks still burning.

Why did this have to feel so… complicated?

Flashback over.

I can't fucking shake this weird-ass feeling whenever I'm around that damn red-haired bastard. It's like Naruto had taken up permanent residence in Katsumi's mind, his stupid face and annoying calmness always lurking in the back of her thoughts. The only thing that could make it worse right now would be if that idiot ended up in the same testing class as her.

Katsumi glanced around the room, scanning for any sign of him, her heart beating just a little too fast. Not because she wanted to see him—hell no! She wouldn't want him sitting next to her or anything. Definitely wouldn't let him sit there and try to chat. And she sure as hell wouldn't let him stare at her with those perverted eyes of his, the way he looked at her like she was some kind of… trophy.

And she definitely wouldn't let him feel her—

Thud.

Katsumi's forehead slammed against the desk, the impact jolting her from her spiraling thoughts. Ahhh! What the actual fuck is wrong with me?! She groaned, feeling her cheeks heat up in mortifying embarrassment. Did she seriously just think all that? Like, actually think it? Am I a fucking pervert?! Her stomach twisted into knots. Oh, Kami, what if I am?

The idea hit her like a brick. Should she tell her mom? Hell no! Her mother would laugh her ass off and never let her live it down. She could already hear the teasing voice in her head.

"I can see why you like Naruto-kun. He's pretty hot. If I were your age, I'd have snatched him up by now."

Katsumi cringed, her mom's smug tone echoing in her mind. Ugh, like the bastard would ever let that old hag anywhere near him. He was way too dense to even understand what flirting was. He'd probably just smile that dumb smile of his and start talking about ramen like it was the most important thing in the world.

What the fuck is it with him, anyway? It wasn't just her. Every girl at Aldera Junior High was practically throwing themselves at him. Literally. Katsumi had seen it herself—she once watched a girl slip a love letter into Naruto's locker. And another extra, even worse, had left him a pair of panties. Panties. Katsumi had seen the whole thing, and the rage that burned in her chest had been immediate, blinding.

So, naturally, she had snatched up the letter and those disgusting panties, burned them to ash, and made damn sure no one—no one—was going to get their claws into him.

Fuck. Katsumi groaned internally, slamming her forehead against the desk again. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why was this happening? Why couldn't she get him out of her head? Every time she thought she was done, he'd pop back in, that stupid smile, those stupid eyes, that stupid calmness that infuriated her to no end.

Her cheeks burned again, and she could feel the frustration rising like a tidal wave. Why the hell is he always in my head? Why can't I just forget about him?

She groaned, burying her face in her arms on the desk. This was going to drive her insane.

Naruto's Point of View

Naruto stood there, completely bewildered. What the hell is going on? The lady with the really cool red glasses—or was it a mask?—had been super nice to him. She kept winking, and while it seemed a little odd, Naruto figured she must have had something in her eye. It looked pretty distracting, so naturally, he thought to himself, I've got eye drops in my bag. He began reaching for his backpack to unseal it, thinking he could help her out.

Before he could do anything, a short guy suddenly jumped in front of him. Naruto blinked in surprise.

Wow… that dude is seriously tiny. Naruto stared for a moment, feeling a little sorry for the guy. Must be rough being that short. He couldn't help but wonder how the guy even managed to see past crowds. The guy had a huge, round head with puffy cheeks and a button-like nose. The exaggerated features, along with that odd purple mohawk made of giant ball-shaped clumps, made him stand out.

But before Naruto could offer to help or say anything, another person shoved the short guy out of the way. Then another, and another. It wasn't long before a full-on brawl broke out in front of the lady with the purple hair. Huh. I guess she's pretty popular? Naruto thought, confused by the sudden chaos. He couldn't quite understand why they were all fighting right there.

He glanced back at the lady, who was still waving at him with a big, bright smile. Oh yeah! Her eyes! He had almost forgotten. It must be really painful to have something stuck in them, he thought. He was about to offer help again when Izuki grabbed his arm, dragging him away with an irritated look on her face. She was definitely frustrated, or maybe just nervous about the test. Naruto wasn't sure, but something was definitely bugging her.

As Izuki pulled him along, Naruto glanced back at the purple-haired lady. She was still waving and smiling even brighter now. That's nice, Naruto thought to himself. He smiled and waved back at her, and then it hit him—the eye drops!

With a quick flick, Naruto tossed the bottle her way. The lady caught it, looking a little surprised.

"It's for your eyes!" Naruto called out, grinning wide. "I saw you had something in them!"

Her smile only grew bigger as she clutched the eye drops, and Naruto couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. At least now her eye would be okay, right?

Izuki was still pulling Naruto along, her grip firm, her expression set in irritation. Huh. Wonder what that's about? Naruto scratched his head, feeling utterly confused.

"That lady was really nice… I didn't know Midnight would be that cool. Plus, her costume is awesome," Naruto said, glancing at Izuki. She just stared at him for a moment, then shook her head with a sigh.

"Please never change, Naruto-kun," she replied, sounding almost exasperated.

Naruto tilted his head, still puzzled. "If you say so, but sometimes I kinda wish I was a bit different, you know?" he admitted. Ever since the Nine-Tails had been removed, his emotions had been all over the place. He didn't get pissed off as easily, and things that used to set him off didn't bother him nearly as much anymore. I guess having the memories of my parents helped calm a lot of that anger. Still, there were people he couldn't forgive—like Sasuke. That bastard. And Kakashi? Yeah, that one still stung, too. The guy literally tried to kill me.

"Well, my testing room is over there," Izuki said, pointing down the hall. She smiled a little, but Naruto noticed something strange—was she blushing? Maybe it's just the cold, he thought. I should probably make her some hot coffee after this.

"See you later," he said, holding out his fist for a bump.

"Okay, bye, Naruto-kun!" Izuki replied, her smile growing as they fist-bumped. She hurried off, her cheeks a little redder than before. Yeah, it's definitely the cold. She better not catch something before the exam.

As Naruto made his way to his testing room, he marveled at the size of U.A.'s halls. These halls are huge. You could fit entire villages in here, he thought. Just as he was about to enter his testing room, a loud thud from a nearby room caught his attention. Curiosity's always my weakness, he thought, poking his head inside to see what was going on.

His eyes landed on Katsumi, who was repeatedly banging her head against a desk.

"Katsumi?" Naruto called out, stepping closer. Katsumi's head snapped up, her fiery ruby-red eyes glaring at him. But something was off. Was she… blushing? Great, another one who's probably sick, Naruto thought, wondering if the weather was messing with more people than he realized.

"What!" she snapped, her voice sharp but lacking its usual venom. Her tone felt off, like she was angry, but not in the way she usually was.

"I saw you slamming your head against the desk. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that," Naruto said, stepping further into the room. "You look like you're sick too."

Katsumi growled, but it wasn't her typical aggressive growl. It sounded more frustrated than furious. Naruto noticed a small cut on her forehead, likely from all the head-banging. Instinctively, without thinking, Naruto flashed in front of her in a blur of movement.

Katsumi's eyes widened in shock. Yeah, maybe I should've warned her.

"Shit, forgot to adjust that resistance seal," Naruto muttered under his breath as he quickly placed his hand over Katsumi's mouth before she could protest.

Her face turned beet red, eyes widening with shock and anger. She was about to bite down hard on his hand when Naruto spoke up. "You're bleeding, and if you bite me, my chakra will heal your cut."

Katsumi hesitated for a split second, the gears in her head turning, but then, true to form, she bit down anyway. Naruto winced slightly, but his healing chakra immediately kicked in, causing Katsumi's entire body to glow faintly green. Her eyes widened in surprise as the cut on her forehead quickly sealed itself, leaving her skin perfectly smooth, free of any marks.

Letting go of his hand, Katsumi fumbled for her phone and stared at her reflection on the screen. Her expression was a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"What the fuck?! How the hell did you do that? What even is your quirk?" she demanded, her voice sharp with bewilderment.

Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "I kinda figured it out by accident when one of my coworker's kids bit me while crying. He had a small cut on his arm, and I healed him without meaning to," he explained, shrugging casually.

Katsumi blinked a few times, still trying to process the whole situation. "Just get outta here. You're gonna be late for your test," she grumbled, sounding completely done with the day.

"Good luck," Naruto said, offering her a friendly smile as he turned to leave.

"Yeah, fuck you," Katsumi muttered, flipping him off, her usual attitude creeping back. Naruto just laughed as he walked out.

As he made his way to his assigned testing room, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Katsumi was acting strange, even for her. But he shrugged it off. I've got more important things to focus on, like not failing this damn test.

When Naruto finally entered his assigned room, he paused in the doorway. Holy crap. The entire classroom was filled with bean bags instead of chairs. And not just any bean bags—they looked like the kind that could swallow you whole. It was hilarious. Naruto scanned the room, noticing one guy practically sinking into one of the oversized bean bags, his legs sticking out as if the bag was trying to eat him alive. His head barely poked out from the top.

What really got Naruto's attention, though, was the guy's serious expression, despite his bean bag disaster. He was tall, muscular, with neatly combed dark blue hair, a squared jaw that looked like it was carved from stone, and eyebrows that were permanently set in an angry scowl. Oh, and he wore rectangular glasses that made him look even more serious. The guy practically radiated discipline.

He looks like he just walked out of some fancy private school. Actually, Naruto thought, he kinda reminds me of Ingenium, the hero who used to chase me around Musutafu when I first got here. The resemblance was uncanny. Maybe he's Ingenium's younger brother or something.

But there was something about his eyes—an intensity that felt off. A little too intense for just a written exam, Naruto mused, his brow furrowing. The guy had the stiffest posture Naruto had ever seen, like he followed every rule to the letter, never missed a curfew, and probably woke up at five a.m. just to jog in place.

Deciding to stop staring, Naruto sniffed the air. What the…? There was a weird smell in the room. Weed? He sniffed again, just to be sure. Yup, definitely weed. Someone had been smoking before the test. He chuckled to himself, the absurdity of it catching him off guard. Wasn't weed legal now in Japan? They had legalized it around the same time Naruto had ended up in this world. Someone had clearly taken advantage of that and relaxed a bit too much before the exam.

Naruto grinned. I can already imagine someone floating through this test, high as a kite. The thought made him chuckle as he found his spot, ready for whatever the written exam might throw at him.

Naruto glanced at the clock—any moment now, the test should start. He plopped down onto one of the bean bags, feeling the soft material practically swallow him whole. It's like this thing has a vendetta against my body weight, he thought, shifting around as the bean bag seemed determined to keep him trapped. But after some serious maneuvering, he finally managed to get comfortable, lying back as if it were a bed. Not bad. He could get used to this.

Ten minutes passed. Still no teacher, no official start to the test. The only sound filling the room was the soft snoring of a few students who had clearly passed out in their bean bags. Naruto chuckled to himself, but then he heard something strange—giggling. And it didn't sound like it was coming from any of the students. Weird.

Curiosity piqued, Naruto sat up, ignoring the bean bag's efforts to keep him in place, and walked around the classroom. The smell of weed was getting stronger the closer he got to the teacher's desk. Great. The stoner vibe is real.

That's when he heard it: "Hehehe… I like Kung Fu Panda."

Naruto blinked. What the hell? He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. As he got closer to the desk, he looked down—and there it was—a bright yellow sleeping bag nestled beneath the teacher's desk.

Another giggle. "Hehehe, I probably shouldn't have eaten the whole jar of weed cookies."

Naruto stared, completely dumbfounded, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Seriously? He crouched down, sticking his head under the desk for a better look, and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. There, in the sleeping bag, was a man who looked way too high to be functioning, let alone teaching a class. His messy, shoulder-length black hair covered part of his face, and his half-lidded eyes were barely open, the same glazed-over look Naruto had seen in members of the Nara clan back in Konoha when they were too lazy to bother with anything.

But this guy wasn't just lazy—he was completely stoned.

He's gotta be the test teacher, right? Naruto sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Whatever. He wasn't about to judge the guy. Naruto had been judged his whole life, and that wasn't a great feeling, so he wasn't going to be that person.

"Sir?" Naruto called out, leaning in a bit closer.

The man giggled again, clearly oblivious to the situation around him. "Hehehehe, I totally ship Po and Viper. How would that even work? A panda and a snake? Who knows? I'm too fucking high for this."

Naruto sweat-dropped, staring at the man in disbelief. This is our test proctor? He wasn't sure whether to laugh or be concerned.

Naruto had to stop himself from face-planting right then and there. This was a pro hero? Our teacher? The whole situation was so absurd, but he couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd never seen Kung Fu Panda, but if it was enough to get this guy so invested in panda-snake love, maybe it was worth checking out.

But first, Naruto needed to get the man's attention.

"Uh, sir?" he tried again, this time louder.

Naruto stared into the man's black eyes, watching as he blinked once, twice… I lost count after the twentieth blink. Seriously, does he even know I'm here? The guy seemed too baked to realize Naruto was a real person. I should probably say something before he decides I'm some kind of hallucination.

The teacher blinked at him again, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Are you… are you real? Or just my stoned imagination? You're not about to lecture me on how I need to stop with the weed or cut back on edibles, right?" His tone was completely serious, as if he were genuinely weighing whether to ignore Naruto or attack him.

Naruto hesitated. "Uh, no?" he replied, realizing too late that his answer sounded more like a question than a statement.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, his expression deadpan. "Why'd you answer like it was a question?" he shot back, his voice laced with suspicion. As he spoke, a small cat peeked out from his scarf, its eyes locking onto Naruto like he was the odd one in the room.

"Well, I'm not too sure, sir. I'm just here to take the written test for the entrance exam," Naruto explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, a small sweatdrop forming at his temple.

"Oh," the teacher mumbled, slowly crawling out of his bright yellow sleeping bag and shuffling over to his desk. Naruto shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth overthinking, and returned to his bean bag. As he sat down, he noticed the other students stirring, waking up from their bean bag-induced naps, looking around like they had missed something important.

"Alright, you've got…" the teacher checked his phone, squinting at the screen as if it was the bane of his existence, "…about 40 minutes to finish your test. After that, do whatever teenagers your age do. Keep it PG, though. I'm not dealing with any of you becoming teen parents on my watch."

Naruto blinked, slightly taken aback by the teacher's bluntness, but shrugged it off. The guy was still glued to his phone as he passed out the tests, clearly not too invested in the process. Weird teacher, but alright.

As the test started, Naruto glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the other students scattered across the bean bags. His gaze landed on a girl sitting a few rows ahead of him. She was medium height, with a slim build, and striking teal eyes. What caught his attention most, though, was the vibrant orange hair tied up in a high ponytail on the left side of her head. Her bangs split into three neat clumps, and some tufts of her hair stuck up in a way that Naruto found oddly… cute.

Wow, that shade of orange is really nice, Naruto thought to himself. I haven't seen anyone with hair like that before. He kept looking at her for a second longer before noticing something else—she was blushing. Great, another person probably sick from the cold. The weather had been messing with people all day.

Naruto gave her a friendly smile, but the girl quickly looked away, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. He chuckled to himself, thinking, Must be the cold.

Naruto glanced down at the test in front of him, not exactly surprised by how difficult it was. At least Izuki-chan drilled me enough that some of this stuff is actually sticking, he thought with a small smile. Studying had never been his strong suit. School, in general, had always felt like a pain ever since he was a kid. It wasn't that he hated learning—okay, maybe a little—but the whole sitting-down-and-listening-to-boring-stuff part? Yeah, that sucked.

Still, thanks to Izuki's relentless efforts, Naruto actually knew some of the material. He sighed and got to work, his mind wandering briefly to how Katsumi and Izuki were doing on their tests. Katsumi's probably breezing through this, cursing at how easy it is, he mused with a grin. And Izuki… She had definitely over-prepared, as usual. Naruto bet she had studied enough for both of them.

Scene Change: Katsumi's Point of View

What. The. Actual. Fuck? Katsumi stared down at the test in disbelief. Was this some kind of joke? She had expected the entrance exam to be challenging, something that would really push her limits. But this? This is so easy a complete dumbass could ace it. She rolled her eyes, feeling more frustrated than relieved. Is this a test or are we babysitting here?

Katsumi's eyes darted around the room, landing on some guy sweating bullets, clearly trying to cheat. The guy had short, spiky gold hair with a black lightning streak running through it. Seriously? A lightning bolt? What is he, trying to be Pikachu? Katsumi almost laughed out loud, imagining the lawsuit from Pokémon waiting to happen.

Shaking her head, she knew that guy was definitely failing. But at least she didn't have to worry about Naruto. That Tomato Baka better pass, or I'll personally kick his ass.

Scene Change: Izuki's Point of View

Okay, maybe I overdid it with the studying. Izuki sighed, glancing down at her almost-finished test. She and her shadow clones had gone over the notes hundreds of times. But better safe than sorry, right? And at least she was confident that Naruto would pass too. He wasn't dumb by any means—he just hated school. The only reason he's even taking this exam is probably because Endeavor caught him once delivering something to his agency.

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself at the memory. Naruto pulling pranks on Endeavor was practically a tradition by now, and the fact that Endeavor's own kids posted the prank videos online made it even funnier. That one video where Endeavor nearly burned his room down? Yeah, that had hit 100 million views on Herotube. But Izuki knew there was more to Naruto's story. He hadn't told her everything yet, but she trusted he would in time.

Izuki glanced to her side and saw Uraraka working diligently on her test. She seemed to be doing pretty well, which was good to see. Izuki herself was almost done. Maybe I didn't need to over-prepare, she mused, stretching a little, but hey, better safe than sorry.

Back with Naruto

Naruto stretched as he stood up, finally finished with his test. The room was quiet, save for the teacher, who was still lying on his desk, eyes glued to his phone. The guy was way too high, still completely absorbed in Kung Fu Panda. Seriously, this guy's supposed to be our teacher? Naruto thought, shaking his head.

He walked up to the desk and handed his test to the teacher, but the man didn't even glance up. He just nodded absently, still lost in whatever part of the movie he was watching. Naruto shrugged and headed back toward his bean bag, but something caught his attention.

The girl with the orange hair—the one I noticed earlier—was struggling, practically swallowed whole by her bean bag. She looked like she was about to tip over any second, her arms flailing as she tried to pull herself up. Can't just leave her like that.

"You need some help?" Naruto asked, walking over and holding out his hand.

The girl looked up, her face a little flushed, and nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

Naruto pulled her up without any trouble, and she looked surprised by how easy it was. He just smiled and plopped back down into his own bean bag, grabbing his phone. I wonder if Kung Fu Panda is on Netflix? he thought, scrolling through the app and skipping through the movie, curious if it was as good as the teacher was making it seem.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of the test.

The teacher, still wrapped in his sleeping bag like some kind of caterpillar, barely lifted his head. "Alright, go to the hero course orientation. There's like, a hundred signs. Trust me, you won't get lost."

Then, to Naruto's amazement, the teacher rolled out of the classroom. Naruto blinked in disbelief.

"That's the weirdest teacher I've ever seen," said the orange-haired girl, shaking her head with a bit of a sweatdrop.

Naruto grinned. "True, but weird people make the world a lot more interesting, don't you think?"

She shrugged, but there was a hint of agreement in her expression. "Yeah, I guess. Oh, um, thanks for pulling me out of the bean bag. It was kind of embarrassing that I needed help to get out. I'm Itsuka Kendo," she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

Naruto smiled warmly and took her hand. "Naruto Uzumaki. No problem—those bean bags are dangerous," he joked, giving her hand a firm shake.

Itsuka's eyes narrowed as she focused on him, almost as if something had clicked in her mind. "Uzumaki? You said Uzumaki, right?"

Naruto nodded, feeling a bit confused. "Uh, yeah. That's me."

"I think I've heard your name before, but I'm not sure where…" she trailed off, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, trying to recall.

Naruto tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. Really? he thought. I mean, I'm not that popular or anything. Sure, he had done some cool stuff, but it wasn't like people talked about him much. He thought about his limited circle of friends—basically, just Izuki. Katsumi… well, that was a whole other story. He wasn't sure if she considered him a friend or just a convenient target for her temper. She got pissed whether he called her Katsumi or Bakugo, and Naruto had long since given up trying to figure out which name made her less mad. Girls are way too confusing.

At work, his coworkers were always teasing him, telling him to use cheesy pickup lines to find a girlfriend. But Naruto didn't really see himself that way. Back in Konoha, he had thought maybe Hinata liked him, but she always ran away when he tried to ask her to hang out. Ino had straight-up told him she'd rather date a dead body, and as for Sakura… well, she'd been fixated on Sasuke from the start. Maybe someday I'll find someone in this world, Naruto mused. It's a big place, after all. You never know.

Suddenly, Itsuka snapped her fingers. "Oh! I think I remember where I heard your name! From the café-bakery Heaven Sent Child of Molecular Gastronomy! I've been there before, but I've always wondered… why are most of the people working there females?"

Naruto chuckled. "Oh, that's because the boss, Alice, thought it would be funny to run a café full of female employees and just one guy. She said it'd make people think the poor guy working there had some kind of harem. Turns out, I'm that lucky bastard." He shrugged, grinning as he recalled how Alice always teased him about attracting jealous customers who thought he was surrounded by girls all day. Ironically, most of the regulars were women, so he ended up doing a lot of the serving when it got busy.

Itsuka tilted her head, her brows furrowing. "Oh… but every time I've been there, it's been packed with girls." Her eyes flicked up and down, scanning him as if she was trying to figure something out. Naruto raised an eyebrow.

"Uh… do I have something on me?" Naruto asked, genuinely confused as they walked out of the classroom.

Itsuka's face turned pink, and she quickly looked away, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting. Naruto's concern kicked in, and he placed a hand on her forehead.

"You okay? You look like you're running a fever or something," he asked, his brow furrowing with worry.

Her words came out in a jumbled rush. "Iamokayithinkiheardmynamethatwaysoseeyoulaterbye!" And before Naruto could even blink, Itsuka took off, sprinting like she was being chased by a pack of wild animals. She made a beeline straight for the girls' bathroom.

Naruto stood there for a second, staring after her in bewilderment. "I hope she's okay…" he muttered, scratching the back of his head. Just then, he heard a familiar growl behind him.

Turning around, Naruto came face to face with Katsumi, who was glaring at him like he had just committed some unforgivable crime.

"Hey, how do you think you did on the test?" Naruto asked casually, trying to ease the tension.

Katsumi scoffed, tipping her nose up in the air with her usual fiery attitude. Typical Katsumi, Naruto thought. She didn't say anything, but the intensity in her glare was enough to tell him she was pissed about something. Then again, that wasn't exactly new.

As they started walking together, Naruto glanced over at her. Yup, she's definitely pissed. Whether it was about him, the test, or something else entirely, he couldn't tell. With Katsumi, it could be anything.

"It was pretty fucking easy. I bet even a dumbass like you could've aced it," Katsumi muttered, throwing a quick glance at Naruto as they walked side by side.

Katsumi, trying to seem casual, cursed internally. 'Is he really that clueless? That girl who ran off was totally into him, and he didn't even notice! God, am I going to have to make the first fucking move?' she thought, feeling a blush start creeping up her cheeks. She edged a little closer to Naruto, and their hands brushed together for just a second. Katsumi's heart skipped a beat. Her face grew warmer as she instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, realizing how warm and big it was compared to hers.

But instead of letting it linger, her tsundere instincts kicked in.

"Hey! Stop fucking touching my hand, you weirdo!" she barked, smacking his hand away like it burned her. Then, just as quickly, she sped off ahead, leaving Naruto standing there confused. Inside her head, two chibi versions of herself were facepalming. One held a sign that read, "Come on, girl! You nearly had him!" while the other waved around a sign that simply said, "Dumbass."

Katsumi stormed into the orientation room before Naruto could catch up. Her face still flushed from the stupid hand-holding moment, she plopped into a seat and buried her face in her arms on the desk.

Naruto stood there, looking completely bewildered. 'Did I grab her hand? I didn't mean to… Shit, I should probably apologize.' He felt a pang of guilt, figuring he must've done something to make Katsumi uncomfortable.

When Naruto finally made it into the orientation room, the teacher informed him that the seats were assigned. He found his name and saw that Katsumi was seated just a row ahead of him. Her head was still down on the desk, like she was trying to sleep off her frustrations.

'She's probably tired… I'll apologize to her later,' Naruto thought, quietly sliding into his seat. An empty chair separated them, giving him some space to avoid another potential Katsumi outburst for now.

Third Person Point of View:

Izuki arrived at her assigned seat and noticed both Katsumi and Naruto were already seated. It turned out her seat was right between the two of them. She sat down with a soft smile, though Katsumi immediately recognized the subtle smirk Izuki was trying to hide.

'That fucking green-haired bitch… She thinks just because she's sitting next to him, she's winning or something.' Katsumi scowled, gripping the table so hard it looked like she might snap it in half.

Izuki, fully aware of the tension, turned to face Naruto, playing it cool. "So, how do you think you did, Naruto-kun?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well Katsumi was fuming beside her.

Naruto, oblivious to the rivalry bubbling over his head, smiled. "It was pretty easy, honestly. Thanks to your help, I think I did really well," he replied earnestly. Izuki's smile grew even wider, her heart doing a little flip.

'Oh, I am definitely doing this on purpose,' Izuki thought, amused by Katsumi's barely-contained growls beside her.

"That's good to hear—" Izuki began, but her words were cut off as the lights dimmed, drawing everyone's attention to the large screen at the front of the room. The U.A. logo flashed on the screen as Present Mic's booming voice filled the room.

"What's up, U.A. candidates? Thanks for tunin' in to me, your school DJ. C'mon! Lemme hear ya!" Present Mic shouted with enthusiasm. The man was a sight to behold, with his long, spiked blond hair, signature sunglasses, and studded hero costume that screamed "rock star."

The room was dead silent… except for Naruto.

"Yeah!" Naruto yelled, raising his fist in the air, fully committing to the moment.

The rest of the room, filled with shocked and confused expressions, turned to look at him, wide-eyed. Katsumi facepalmed so hard it echoed.

"I can't believe I have a crush on him," she muttered, low enough for only Izuki to hear.

Izuki stifled a laugh, sweatdropping but finding it adorable how Katsumi struggled with her feelings for Naruto. Meanwhile, Naruto remained oblivious, glancing around at the deadpan stares he was receiving from everyone else.

"What? He asked us to yell 'yeah.' It's not my fault you guys are too nervous to do it," Naruto shrugged nonchalantly, genuinely confused as to why no one else had shouted.

Up at the front, Present Mic was doing a little dance, a huge grin plastered on his face. 'Finally! Someone yelled 'yeah'! Looks like this kid's my favorite examinee,' he thought, pumped with energy from Naruto's response.

"Oi, oi! Eyes up front, people!" Present Mic's voice boomed through the auditorium, pulling everyone's attention back to the front. "Alright, let's get straight to the main event. I'm talkin' about how this practical exam's gonna go down, okay? Are you ready?" he shouted, hyping up the crowd.

"Hell yeah!" Naruto yelled out without hesitation, his enthusiasm contagious as a few other students around the room joined him this time.

Present Mic nearly teared up from joy. 'Finally, some energy in the crowd!' he thought, his favorite little listener already working the room.

"Just like your applications said, you rockin' boys and girls are gonna be conducting ten-minute mock battles in super-hip urban settings. Gird your loins, my friends! After I drop the mic, you'll head to your assigned battle center. Sound good?" he explained, grinning wide.

"Yeah!" The response was louder this time, with more students getting into it. You could feel the tension in the room slowly easing, the nervous energy fading as students glanced down at their cards to check their assignments.

"So they're splitting us up so we can't work with our friends," Katsumi said, glancing at both Izuki and Naruto's cards. Naruto, as usual, was perfectly fine letting them see his card without hesitation.

"You're right. Our examinee numbers are one after the other, but we're assigned to different battle centers…" Izuki said, noticing Katsumi was assigned to Battle Center A, Naruto to C, and herself to B.

"Damn, I wanted to blow you up and show you my quirk's better than yours, Deku," Katsumi hissed, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stared at Izuki with a competitive glint in her eyes.

"Well, we'll see," Izuki shot back, her tone challenging. Both girls locked eyes, sparks practically flying between them as they sized each other up, figurative lightning crackling between their intense glares.

Naruto smiled, oblivious to the rivalry brimming between them. 'Guess they're rivals now. Good for them,' he thought, happy they were motivating each other.

Present Mic continued, the excitement in his voice not wavering. "Okay, now let's check out your targets! There are three types of faux villains in every battle center. You'll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so choose wisely! The goal of this trial is to use your quirk to rack up points by shredding those faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo! But check it! Make sure you're keepin' things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a big UA no-no, dig?"

Naruto nodded along, fired up and ready to go. Katsumi cracked her knuckles, clearly eager to blow something up, while Izuki clenched her fists, determination written all over her face.

"Excuse me, sir, but I have a question!" a voice rang out, cutting through the chatter. Naruto glanced over and immediately recognized the blue-haired guy from his testing room—the one with the glasses and serious expression.

"Hit me!" Present Mic shouted, hyping up the room. Naruto, misunderstanding, was already about to throw something at the screen, taking the phrase way too literally.

Izuki, quick on her feet, grabbed his arm. "Naruto-kun, not like that," she whispered, sweat-dropping as she realized he was dead serious about throwing something. She gave him a little shake of the head, and Naruto blinked, realizing he'd misunderstood.

The blue-haired guy pushed up his glasses dramatically, his tone grave. "On the printout, you've listed four types of villains, not three. With all due respect, if this is an error on official U.A. materials, it's shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake like this simply won't do!"

He was practically vibrating with seriousness, and Naruto couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Who pissed in this guy's cereal? thought Naruto, finding the whole thing unnecessary.

Then, to Naruto's surprise, the guy turned and pointed directly at him. "You!"

Naruto tilted his head, looking confused as hell. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" the guy continued, adjusting his glasses again like some kind of anime villain gearing up for a monologue. "You need to stop distracting everyone. Someone of your kind shouldn't even be here!"

Oh shit, Izuki thought, her stomach dropping. She knew that phrase—your kind—would set Naruto off. That was one of the very few things that could light a fire under him in a flash. She glanced at Naruto and could already see that too-sweet smile creeping onto his face, the one that meant oh, you're gonna regret this.

Naruto let out a soft, controlled breath, giving the guy a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The only person that doesn't belong here is an Ingenium wannabe," he said smoothly, his voice deceptively calm. "You say you read the printout, but if you'd actually checked the back, you'd know Present Mic was about to tell us about the zero-pointer. So, how about you sit down and maybe pull up your zipper, because no one here wants to see your mini Ingenium making an appearance."

The room went dead silent. The blue-haired guy's eyes widened in shock, and he looked down, face flushing in horror as he realized his zipper was, in fact, down. He quickly zipped it up, flustered, and sat back down. After checking the back of the printout, he turned even redder when he saw that Naruto had been telling the truth.

Izuki let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, thankful Naruto hadn't gone nuclear. She knew very well he was probably fighting the urge to teleport this guy to the middle of nowhere. Probably like Australia butt naked, she thought with a shiver, grateful things hadn't escalated.

Katsumi, meanwhile, just snorted under her breath. "Serves the guy right."

"Okay, okay, chill it, guys!" Present Mic's voice echoed across the auditorium, bringing everyone's attention back to the stage. "The fourth villain type? Yeah, that one's worth zero points. It's just an obstacle we'll be throwin' in your way. There's one in every battle center. Think of it like a hurdle you should avoid. It's not that it can't be beaten, but there's… well, kinda no point. My advice? Ignore it and focus on the ones that matter—y'know, the ones that'll get you the big points!"

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "That's kinda dumb," he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for Izuki and Katsumi to hear.

Izuki glanced at him, curious. "What do you mean?" she whispered back, her voice low to keep from drawing attention.

Naruto leaned in slightly, his face serious. "I dunno… it's weird he's telling us to ignore helping people. I have this feeling there's more to it. Like maybe there's an extra point system for rescuing other examinees. If not, U.A.'s kinda dumb for not rewarding teamwork and hero stuff like that."

Izuki blinked, processing what he said, and immediately started mumbling theories under her breath, connecting dots and overthinking everything.

Katsumi rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Really, tomato head? You had to get her to start mumbling like a damn nerd," she grumbled, glaring at Naruto. She hadn't thought of that angle herself but wasn't about to admit it out loud. Guess the dumbass isn't as dumb as he looks, she thought begrudgingly, sneaking a glance at him.

Naruto caught her looking and flashed her a grin, which only made her blush and turn away with a scoff. "Stupid hot red-haired fucker," she whispered, too quietly for anyone but herself to hear.

Present Mic's voice cut through again. "As General Napoleon Bonaparte once said: A true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes. Mm-hm! Now that's a tasty soundbite! You ready to go beyond? Let's hear it—PLUS ULTRA!"

The auditorium shook as the crowd roared in response. "PLUS ULTRA!"

Everyone started getting up, heading for their assigned battle centers. Naruto stretched casually, glancing over at Izuki and Katsumi.

"Well, I'll see you ladies around," he said, giving them both a thumbs-up and his usual easygoing smile.

"Good luck, Naruto-kun!" Izuki replied, beaming at him, her heart doing that little excited flutter it always did around him.

Katsumi crossed her arms and scoffed, but she couldn't stop the competitive smirk creeping onto her face. "I'm gonna be number one, Deku. And you too, tomato head. Watch and learn," she added before striding off confidently, not even glancing back.

The three of them split up, heading to their respective groups and battle centers, ready for whatever the U.A. exam had in store for them.

Battle Center B

"Holy crap, that's like… a whole city," Izuki muttered, her eyes widening as she stared up at the towering buildings behind the massive metal walls. The place looked like a damn battlefield straight out of an action movie, with towering skyscrapers and winding streets waiting behind the barrier.

She was dressed for action, wearing green baggy cargo shorts, a black long-sleeve shirt, fingerless gloves, and her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She had a shuriken holster strapped to her left side and a kunai holster on her right, all set for whatever was about to go down. As she stretched, loosening up her arms and legs, Izuki felt someone approaching from behind. She turned her head to see Uraraka walking over, a slight hint of jealousy in her eyes that she was trying to mask with a friendly smile.

'Damn… she's so fit… unlike me. I'm just kinda… soft,' Uraraka thought, feeling a pang of insecurity before shaking it off and deciding to focus on the positive. She plastered on a bright smile as she approached.

"You look really pretty, Izuki," Uraraka said, her voice genuine but tinged with envy.

Izuki rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, feeling herself copying Naruto's usual nervous gesture. 'Kami, I'm turning into him,' she thought, remembering how he would do the same when he was nervous.

"Thanks! I like your pink jacket—it suits you," Izuki replied with a grin. "So, how ready are you for this?"

"Oh, I'm pumped!" Uraraka said with an excited nod. "You know that cute red-haired guy? The one who yelled 'Yeah!' during Present Mic's speech? He kinda helped hype me up too. He looks like a total model with those whisker marks. Do you think they're real?"

Izuki felt a twitch of irritation flicker across her brow. 'Great, another one. Seriously, what is it with every girl I meet wanting to date Naruto-kun? If this keeps up, he might as well start a damn harem,' she thought dryly, trying to suppress her amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation. 'But this isn't some anime… right?'

Just as she was thinking that, multiple girls across Japan sneezed at the same time, including Uraraka, who sneezed in an adorably high-pitched way.

"Bless you," came a voice from behind them. Both girls turned to see none other than the guy Naruto had told off earlier, the one with the glasses and serious face.

"Thank you," Uraraka said politely, and the guy gave her a stiff nod before turning his attention back to his surroundings, clearly trying to regain some of his lost dignity. Izuki couldn't help but smirk at the guy, remembering how Naruto had shut him down with that smartass comment about his zipper earlier.

'This guy's really taking himself way too seriously,' she thought. But she quickly shook it off, refocusing on the task at hand. The exam was about to begin, and the last thing she needed was to get distracted by glasses boy's attitude.

"I don't think he realized we left him talking to himself," Uraraka said with a bit of a chuckle, glancing back over her shoulder. The guy with the blue hair and glasses was still yammering on about something, his voice full of superiority, even though no one was listening.

"Honestly, I don't think he even cares," Izuki replied, shaking her head. "He just has it out for Naruto-kun for no reason. The guy's such a dick."

"Naruto-kun?" Uraraka repeated, looking confused. "Who's that?"

"Oh, that's the name of the cute redhead with the whisker marks who looks like a model," Izuki explained, keeping her tone casual despite the little flare of irritation that bubbled up at the thought of how many girls were already noticing Naruto.

Uraraka let out a small "Oh?" and was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the loud slam of the massive metal doors opening. The entire group of examinees froze, wide-eyed and confused, looking around like a bunch of lost kids at their first day of school.

Without hesitating, Izuki focused her chakra into her legs and shot forward like a bullet, taking off into the mock city. The shocked gasps from the others barely registered in her ears as she moved with incredible speed, her body low to the ground, dodging around corners with ease.

"Hey?! What are you guys doing just standing there?!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers, snapping everyone out of their stupor. "There's no countdown in the real world! That girl with the green hair has a head start over all of you!"

That seemed to light a fire under everyone, and the whole group finally sprang into action, scrambling to catch up with Izuki.

Meanwhile, Izuki was already deep into the city, weaving between the faux buildings with precision. She took out a wooden kunai and slid effortlessly underneath a three-pointer robot, slashing at its legs as she passed. The kunai sparked with lightning chakra, short-circuiting the machine, and Izuki spun back to her feet just in time to see it collapse behind her.

Without wasting a second, she leaped into the air, flipping gracefully as she threw five wooden shurikens crackling with the same lightning chakra. They sliced through three two-point robots like butter, disabling them instantly.

Landing lightly on her feet, Izuki grinned to herself. "Nine points already," she muttered, scooping up her shuriken. She didn't slow down for even a moment, running up the side of a building using the chakra wall-climbing technique. From the roof, she scanned the area for more targets, her eyes sharp and focused.

Below, she could hear the others finally starting to catch up, but Izuki was already several steps ahead. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, using the streetlamps to gain height and momentum, her mind racing with strategies.

'I can't slow down now. I've gotta keep this lead,' she thought, a determined smile stretching across her face.

Izuki landed softly in an alleyway, barely touching the ground before she felt the air shift around her. Thud, thud, thud! Five rubber bullets slammed into the spot she'd been standing, cracking the ground like it was made of paper.

Really? Rubber bullets? That would've hurt like hell, she thought, sweatdropping as she quickly formed a series of hand seals. The two-pointer robot locked onto her again, firing off another round.

But instead of hitting Izuki, the bullets ripped through a cloud of smoke, revealing a dented dumpster where she'd once been. Izuki appeared in a flash right beside the robot, her wooden kunai charged with lightning chakra as she swiftly sliced the bot's head clean off.

Before she could celebrate, her senses flared. A rocket screamed toward her from the distance. Shit! With a fluid motion, she did a perfect split, dodging the missile just in time. It exploded a few feet away, sending sticky glue all over the area, drying instantly. Without even looking, Izuki hurled the kunai back, piercing through another robot, this one a two-pointer, that had just fired at her.

Boom!

The satisfying sound of the bot's destruction filled the air. Izuki smirked, standing up from her split and brushing off her knees like it was no big deal. But as the smoke cleared, she realized she'd unintentionally taken out a one-pointer that was hiding behind the robot she destroyed.

"Well, that's 15 points," she said to herself, feeling good about her pace—until she heard a panicked voice echo down the alley.

"Shit! Someone help me out!"

Izuki's head snapped in the direction of the voice, her eyes narrowing. She spotted a guy with blonde hair and a tail sticking out from his back, surrounded by flames. The heat was intense, caused by the sheer number of robots he'd destroyed.

He's about to get fried, Izuki thought. She scanned the area quickly, spotting a fire hydrant nearby. With a sharp kick, she knocked it loose, water gushing out in a powerful spray. Forming quick hand seals, she whispered, Water Style: Sea Dragon's Waterball.

The water twisted and coiled in her hands, forming a large swirling sphere. She sent it flying toward the guy, and the water dragon doused the flames around him in seconds, leaving steam rising from the ground.

"You okay?" she asked, walking past him.

The guy, still catching his breath, nodded, but couldn't stop staring at her. His face turned bright red as he took in her appearance, especially the way her muscles flexed under her cargo shorts and long-sleeve shirt. He gulped, eyes wide. Damn, she's hot.

"I… I must make her my girlfriend," Ojiro muttered under his breath, watching Izuki dart off. He licked his lips, a disturbing glint in his eyes.

Izuki shivered, feeling a cold wave run down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Weird. What was that? She shook off the feeling, reminding herself to stay focused on the test.

Just as she turned back, three missiles screamed toward her. You've gotta be kidding me! Izuki jumped back, dodging the missiles by a hair, but she barely had time to breathe before a burst of rubber bullets came at her from a rooftop. She could see the massive three-pointer robot perched there, launching a barrage of attacks.

Before she could react, a one-pointer charged her from the side, its metal claws swinging to knock her out of the game. But Izuki was quicker. Thanks for all the agility training, Naruto-kun, she thought, her body moving on instinct. She sidestepped the claw, spinning gracefully before delivering a hard kick to the bot's head, shattering it with a single blow.

Boom!

Using the remains of the one-pointer as a shield, she blocked another wave of glue rockets fired by the three-pointer. Not wasting any time, she threw her kunai—still charged with lightning chakra—without even looking.

The sound of the explosion told her all she needed to know. Another bot down.

That's what… 20 points? Izuki smirked to herself, eyes scanning for the next wave of targets. Alright, let's keep this going.

Meanwhile, Katsumi was having the time of her life. She grinned wickedly as she tore through robots, her explosions lighting up the streets as if it were a goddamn fireworks show.

"Take this, you pieces of scrap!" she shouted, launching herself into the air with her quirk, spinning like a top. "Die!" Katsumi yelled, her hands exploding with power as she obliterated five two-pointers in one go. The shockwave from the blast sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins as she landed, still crackling with energy. She wiped the sweat off her brow, despite the chilly air.

Battle Center A

"That's 39 points," she muttered with a smirk. Killing it, she thought, feeling the thrill of battle pulse through her like a drug.

Suddenly, something caught her eye—a massive chunk of debris was about to come crashing down on a girl who clearly wasn't paying attention. Dammit, idiot! Katsumi growled internally, annoyed that someone was about to die because they couldn't keep their eyes open.

The girl, with pink skin and hair, looked utterly oblivious to the danger above her. Her black sclera and yellow eyes gave her a wide-eyed look of innocence as she surveyed the battlefield, completely unaware of her impending doom. What the hell's wrong with you?! Katsumi thought.

Without thinking, Katsumi's body moved on its own. She blasted toward the debris, an explosion tearing through the air as she destroyed the falling wreckage just in time. The pink-haired girl's eyes widened in shock as she finally realized what had almost happened. She turned to face Katsumi, still dazed by how close she'd been to getting flattened.

Katsumi scowled at the girl, taking a second to observe her fluffy, unruly pink hair and the small, flexible horns protruding from her head. Cute, but a total space cadet, she thought with a grunt.

Before the girl could even open her mouth to say thanks, Katsumi cut her off. "Watch your surroundings, you damn extra!" she snapped, her voice harsh but carrying an undercurrent of urgency. Katsumi wasn't about to let anyone get killed on her watch, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stick around for gratitude.

The pink-haired girl blinked, still processing what had just happened. Katsumi had already taken off, looking for more robots to blow up, leaving her standing there, stunned.

"Wow… Thanks… bitch," the girl muttered under her breath, shaking her head but smiling nonetheless. She had dealt with girls like that before—tough on the outside, but with a heart somewhere in there. Explosion girl's kinda badass, she thought, watching Katsumi disappear around the corner. Definitely gotta be friends with her.

Katsumi, on the other hand, was already back in her zone, her thoughts on the next target. Can't be wasting time saving extras, but goddammit, if they don't pay attention… She cracked her knuckles and let out a loud laugh as she spotted more robots on the horizon. "Let's blow these fuckers up."

And with another deafening explosion, she was off, taking down everything in her path.

Katsumi remembered Naruto's words echoing in her head, "There might be a point system for helping out other people." She scoffed to herself, her ruby-red eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Like hell I'd need those damn points," she thought, blasting off into a new area, her explosions propelling her forward like a rocket. "I'm going to get first place just by destroying these useless tin cans."

As she flew through the air, Katsumi spotted a swarm of robots locking onto her. Their mechanical voices echoed through the street, "Target acquired." Her smirk widened into a wild grin.

"Let's see who's better, you worthless scrap heaps!" she yelled, launching herself straight at them with zero hesitation. Explosions crackled from her palms as she zig-zagged between their attacks, blowing apart robot after robot in a series of deafening booms. Katsumi was a force of nature, unstoppable, unrelenting, and definitely not worried about sharing any points for being a 'team player.'

Meanwhile, in a dark observation room filled with monitors…

Cementoss watched the screens, eyebrows furrowed. "We're having an issue with the cameras in testing ground C," he pointed out, noticing one of the screens flickering between blurry images and static.

"It seems like that electric quirk kid might've fried the cameras by accident," Snips chimed in, gesturing at a blonde boy on the feed—none other than the Pikachu look-alike Katsumi had insulted earlier. They watched the footage of him stumbling around, looking horrified as his own quirk short-circuited and caused some chaos.

Principal Nezu, ever the calm one, waved off the concern. "No need to panic. I've already sent All Might to keep track of the students' scores manually, and not all the cameras are too damaged."

On another monitor, they saw Kendo in battle center C expertly dismantling a three-pointer with ease, no hesitation in her movements.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Present Mic suddenly exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. "There goes my favorite examinee!" He pointed at the screen showing Naruto in action. Naruto was moving like a blur, effortlessly dodging the barrage of rubber bullets from a two-pointer robot's machine guns.

The speed at which Naruto moved made it impossible for the robot to land a single hit. He darted around, closing the gap, and in one fluid motion, slammed his knee into the robot's head, destroying it in an instant. Without pausing, he grabbed the head and hurled it like a missile at another two-pointer, obliterating it on impact.

"Wow, that kid's got talent," Midnight purred, leaning forward as she watched the screen with great interest. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I wonder what other talents he's got." She bit her lip, clearly enjoying the show. Midnight wasn't usually one to entertain the idea of younger men, but this fiery redhead was making her reconsider. Maybe I could be his sugar mama…

"Hey!" Present Mic protested, glaring at her. "Don't you dare turn my favorite examinee into a pervert, Midnight!"

In the corner of the room, Eraserhead was passed out cold, face down in his yellow sleeping bag, having overdosed on weed cookies. No one seemed particularly concerned.

With a swift, practiced motion, Naruto formed a wind-imbued bastard sword, slicing clean through the final three-pointer robot. The machine crumbled into a heap of metal, sparks flying as it hit the ground.

That should be about 45 points… but something feels off, Naruto thought, scanning the damaged cameras that had been fried earlier by the electric quirk user. He had a gnawing feeling that things were about to take a turn, and not for the better.

Without hesitating, Naruto darted off to find more robots to take down, his feet barely touching the ground. But then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed something happening up ahead—something that made his stomach drop. In the middle of an alley, surrounded by a swarm of one-pointer robots, was a girl. She was short, with a thin build and honey-brown hair cut in a bob that curved inward. Her long fringe covered most of her face, and her expression was one of sheer panic as the robots closed in.

Naruto didn't waste a second. He hurled a three-point kunai towards the girl, and in a flash of red, he vanished from where he stood.

Kinoko Komori, who had been seconds away from being crushed by a robot's metal fist, could only think one thing: I'm totally fucked. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But instead of pain, she felt a rush of wind, and when she opened her eyes again, she realized she was up in the air, held securely in a pair of strong arms. She blinked in confusion, her wide, cat-like eyes—normally hidden by her fringe—staring up into the clearest pair of ocean-blue eyes she had ever seen. Naruto's gaze met hers, calm and steady despite the chaos around them.

"Wow," Naruto said, blinking down at her, "You've got really beautiful eyes."

Kinoko's eyes widened in shock, and before she could even process what was happening—before she could even freak out that a super hot guy was holding her in a bride-style carry—Naruto had already landed them both in the safety of a nearby alleyway. The rush of movement left her breathless, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Y-you saved me," she finally managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper.

Naruto set her down gently and rubbed the back of his head, flashing her that trademark smile of his. "Well, yeah. It looked like you were in a bit of a tough spot. Can't just leave someone in trouble."

Kinoko's face flushed a deep red as she glanced away, her fringe falling back over her eyes. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially from someone who looked like he'd stepped out of a movie. Great, now I'm gonna look like a blushing idiot, she thought to herself, but secretly, she couldn't help but feel a little giddy.

Naruto, completely oblivious to her flustered state, looked around. "Stay here for now, okay? I'm going to clear out the rest of the area." He turned and was about to take off when he glanced back at her. "And seriously, those eyes—beautiful," he repeated with a grin before dashing off, leaving Kinoko standing there, her heart practically doing backflips in her chest.

She stood there for a moment, her mouth slightly open, completely stunned. Did he just… compliment my eyes twice? she thought, her mind spinning.

Meanwhile, Naruto sprinted back into the fray, summoning another wind blade to cut down a cluster of robots. He had saved Kinoko, but there were still plenty more bots to destroy—and that bad feeling hadn't gone away yet. Something big was coming, and he knew he'd have to be ready for it.

All Might was freaking out.

I'm so fucking screwed! he thought, beads of sweat pouring down his face as he frantically scribbled down scores on his clipboard. The clock was ticking down fast, and he had lost track of the battle long ago.

"I shouldn't have answered Night Eye's damn call," he muttered under his breath, cursing himself for getting distracted. While students were giving it their all in the entrance exam, he'd been stuck in a half-hour debate about whether giving One for All to Mirio was the right choice. Of course, it is… but now I've got no idea who scored what!

His usually confident hero persona was crumbling as he flipped through the score sheets, trying to remember who did what in Battle Center C. He could feel his time running out—not just because of the test, but because his muscle form was about to give way, too. The countdown to both disasters was ticking fast in his head. Shit, Nezu's going to kill me if he finds out!

All Might's eyes darted around the teacher's observation room, noting how calm everyone else seemed. Midnight was licking her lips, completely oblivious to his panic, and Present Mic was still jamming out to his own commentary. Cementoss was focused, recording scores like a good teacher. Am I the only one losing my mind here?!

With just four minutes left, he knew the massive zero-pointer would be unleashed any moment now. And I've got nothing!

He started scribbling like a madman. First up was Kendo, the girl with the big fists. He'd caught a glimpse of her smashing through a few robots earlier. "Let's go with… uh, 55 villain points and 10 hero points," he mumbled, hoping the numbers weren't too off. He flipped the page, and Minoru Mineta's score came up. All Might had barely seen the kid do anything, but he vaguely remembered Mineta's quirk sticking robots to the ground. Sure, that sounds legit, he thought.

"49 villain points and 10 hero points," he scribbled down quickly, not even looking up at the screen to check if Mineta was still alive. He flipped through more sheets, assigning random numbers to anyone he recognized—or thought he recognized. This was a disaster, and the pressure was making his hands shake.

Then, he froze.

Uzumaki Naruto… He hadn't seen the redhead all day. Where the hell was he? His ocean-blue eyes and wild red hair would have been hard to miss, yet All Might had no recollection of seeing him during the test. Oh god, oh god, oh god, I didn't keep track of him at all!

Frantically, All Might's hand hovered over the page, the ink from his pen blotting as he tried to decide what to write. He had nothing. Absolutely nothing. He could almost hear Nezu's judgmental voice in his head, "All Might, your incompetence is astounding."

Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he quickly scribbled, "30 villain points and 9 hero points."

His muscle form flickered as he stood there, staring at the sheet. He had no idea if it was even close to accurate, but he didn't care. He was done. With a shaky breath of relief, he handed the clipboard over to Cementoss.

Please, Nezu, don't find out I just made half this shit up, All Might thought, slumping out of his heroic posture. His muscle form gave out, and with a soft poof, the Symbol of Peace was now his skinny, frail self.

As he slipped into the corner of the room, hoping no one noticed his transformation, he whispered to himself, "I just hope nobody asks me to explain the scores…"

Izuki stared up at the colossal Zero Pointer looming above the city, her heart skipping a beat.

"What the actual fuck?" she muttered under her breath, eyes wide. That thing's huge! It was probably about the size of Shukaku, the One-Tail beast she'd seen when Naruto and Gaara fought during the chunin exams. It definitely wasn't as massive as the nine tail fox, but still, it was more than enough to make her sweatdrop at the sheer size.

Izuki knew she could focus on smashing more robots—she already had 60 points under her belt—but something tugged at her. I should check if anyone's in trouble… 60 points should be enough, right?

With a quick nod to herself, she darted off, jumping from building to building with ease. Her chakra-enhanced agility made it feel like she was flying. As she searched the chaotic city below, a faint cry caught her attention.

"Ow!"

Her heart skipped a beat. That voice… Uraraka!

In a flash, Izuki pinpointed the source. Uraraka was trapped beneath a mountain of rubble, struggling to free herself. Izuki's pulse quickened. Shit! She's pinned!

Before she even realized it, her body moved on instinct, lightning chakra surging through her legs, forming boots made of pure electricity. She sped down, landing beside Uraraka in an instant. Uraraka's wide eyes met hers, a mixture of surprise and fear on her face.

"Hang on, I've got you!" Izuki called out, pulling out her trusty wooden kunai. She began slicing through the debris like it was nothing, her lightning chakra crackling with each cut.

"We're gonna get crushed!" Uraraka screamed, her panicked voice snapping Izuki back to reality.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Izuki growled, gritting her teeth as she hacked away the last of the rocks, finally freeing Uraraka.

But just as she yanked her friend to her feet, the Zero Pointer's massive fist came crashing down, sending a shockwave that rattled the entire area.

"Shit!" Izuki swore, grabbing Uraraka just as the massive fist was about to flatten them. In a panic, Uraraka reached out and touched Izuki, using her Quirk to make them both float away—faster than either expected.

The two shot through the air, narrowly escaping the Zero Pointer's attack.

"W-whoa, slow down!" Izuki yelled as they zipped through the sky like out-of-control balloons. The speed was making her head spin.

Uraraka's face had turned a sickly shade of green. "I-I'm sorry! I can't… control…!"

Before she could finish her sentence, they crashed through the window of a nearby building, shattering glass everywhere.

"Fuck!" Izuki groaned, rubbing her head. "Are you okay?"

"I… I'm okay," Uraraka managed to mumble, just before she doubled over and began throwing up.

"Yeah, you look great," Izuki said, wincing as she realized she'd cut herself on the glass during the fall. She glanced over at the Zero Pointer in the distance, still wreaking havoc. "This day just keeps getting better."

"Stupid useless fuckers!" Katsumi roared, launching herself into the air with an explosion, drawing the attention of the massive Zero Pointer. Her eyes blazed with fury, not at the giant robot, but at the useless extras frozen in terror below, like a bunch of deer caught in headlights. "And I finally had 89 points!" she hissed, glaring at the Zero Pointer as it shifted its focus elsewhere. "Fucking extras… useless pieces of shit," she growled, propelling herself forward with another burst of her quirk.

As she zipped through the air, Katsumi's thoughts raced. 'What the fuck am I doing?' She was here to crush the test, not save a bunch of idiots who couldn't handle the heat. But there she was, ready to jump in like some fucking hero instead of focusing on keeping her spot at the top.

"And time's up!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers.

Katsumi landed on a rooftop, panting slightly, feeling the adrenaline wearing off. She let out a heavy sigh. "I'm getting too fucking soft, worrying about saving these damn useless extras," she muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. The wind whipped through her hair as she surveyed the chaos below. The Zero Pointer was a hulking beast, still causing destruction, but the test was over, and her mind was on other things now.

But then Naruto's words echoed in her mind, uninvited but clear as day. "The strong should aid and protect the weak. Then, the weak will become strong, and they, in turn, will aid and protect those weaker than them. That's the law of nature. You know?"

Katsumi scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Of course, that dumbass would say something like that," she muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She could picture him, that stupid grin on his face, spouting off his righteous bullshit. And for some reason, she couldn't hate it. Not entirely.

She smirked to herself, feeling a surge of confidence. "Bet I broke some kind of record, though," she said, her grin widening as she felt her heart race again. "I'm definitely number one."

The thought of rubbing that in Naruto's face later was enough to make her smirk even more. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face. Fucking tomato head wouldn't know what hit him.

"What the actual fuck just happened?" Kendo muttered, her eyes wide as she stared at the Zero Pointer—now sliced cleanly in half—its massive form crashing down onto the street below like it weighed nothing. She blinked, trying to process the absurdity of what she just witnessed. She and another girl—her jaw practically hitting the ground—stood frozen, staring at the back of the guy who had just saved them both from getting flattened moments earlier.

Naruto was crouched down to their level, casually holding a small cleaver in his hand—a weapon that looked as though it had absorbed the very air around it. The blade, a deep red and black, shimmered before disappearing, absorbed back into Naruto like it was never even there.

"You two okay?" Naruto asked, his tone nonchalant as if slicing a giant fucking robot in half was a normal Tuesday for him. He tilted his head, ocean-blue eyes scanning them. "Do you know what day of the year it is?"

Kendo could barely form words, her brain still trying to reboot after watching that. "February 26," came the voice of the black-haired girl next to her. She had shoulder-length, bobbed hair swept to one side, with cerulean eyes wide with disbelief.

Both Kendo and the girl—Kodai—were staring at Naruto like he'd just walked out of some superhero movie. Did he just slice that giant thing in half with a single swing? And he wasn't even trying?! They both thought the same thing, trying to wrap their heads around what they just saw.

"Good, so no concussion," Naruto said, his voice too casual for the insane shit he just pulled off. He pulled out some bandages from seemingly nowhere and began wrapping their foreheads. Both girls just stood there, letting him do his thing, too stunned to argue. His movements were quick, efficient, like he'd done this a hundred times.

When he was done, he straightened up, smiling at them with that fox-like grin. "Well, I'll see you two at U.A.," he said, turning away, and that grin—those damn whisker marks on his cheeks—made him look even more like a sly fox.

Kendo and Kodai just stared after him, watching as he casually strolled away. Everyone in Battle Center C was doing the same—eyes wide, jaws slack, not a word between them. Nobody stopped him. Nobody knew what to say.

As Naruto walked off, Kodai turned to Kendo, her voice quiet, still dazed. "Do you know his name?"

Kendo snapped out of her trance, her mind flashing back to their earlier conversation. "Uzumaki Naruto," she said, still in disbelief.

Kodai nodded slowly, her mind still reeling from everything. "Hope we see him soon."

Kendo didn't respond but couldn't help but think the same thing. What the hell just happened?

Author notes:

So what do you think? I wanted to make the entrance exam kind of three ways... Since I wanted to show the relationship between Izuki, Naruto, and Katsumi.

I am wondering if I am portraying the Tsundere character correctly. Should I continue with this level of Tsundere behavior or should I tone it down a bit? Yeah, that's how Kasumi ended up developing a crush on Naruto so... I hope you enjoyed it.

I believe that Mirio is most likely the newest holder of One For All. Also, I got the idea of Aizawa being a pothead from a movie, and I thought it could be pretty funny. What do you think? Let me know in the comments.

Hope you like it and I hope to see you beautiful people another time. Bye!