"Talking"
"Thinking"
"All Might Talking Buff Form and Quirks"
"All Might Thinking Buff Form"
P.S. (His quirk will be known as Elemental)
CHAPTER 2: SETTLING IN AT U.A. HIGH
Izuku and the other applicants stood at the gate to the battle zone, marveling at the sprawling cityscape before them. The scale of the simulation was impressive, a testament to U.A. High School's dedication to training the next generation of heroes. Skyscrapers loomed overhead, and the sounds of urban life were eerily realistic. It was as if they had been transported into a real city.
"Man, this must have cost a fortune," Izuku thought to himself, still in awe of the setting. He looked around to see the brown-haired girl from earlier. "Maybe I should go say hi real quick," he thought, making his way over to her. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder to see it was the tall guy with glasses from earlier. "Are you trying to make her not be at the top of her game or something…" he said leaving the question open.
"What?! No, I was going to thank her again for helping me before the exams," he said waving his hands in front of him. Iida glared at the boy before Present Mic's voice boomed through the area.
"GO! GO! GO! There is no buzzer when there is a battle. You only have so much time!"
Izuku then saw a dust cloud left behind by the other applicants and didn't worry…yet. "I can catch up," he said to himself.
He crouched down, letting the power flow through himself. "One for All, Full Cowling...10%!" he muttered, feeling the familiar surge of energy coursing through his body. Green lightning encompassed his body and he sprang into action, dashing forward with incredible speed, his eyes scanning for targets. He took a different route from everyone else to find the robots that weren't destroyed.
He spotted his first targets and smiled. Two one-pointers and a three-pointer. The three-pointer swung its claw at Izuku but he ducked under it sending a palm thrust at its chest. A giant gust of wind sends the robot flying into the nearby building deactivating it. He sent two kicks to the one-pointers and they were taken down with ease.
"Five points so far," he said to himself.
Izuku sprinted through the simulated cityscape, his eyes darting around for more robots. The green lightning of One for All coursed through his body, enhancing his speed and agility. The thrill of the exam pushed aside any lingering nerves, and he focused solely on accumulating points.
He rounded a corner and found himself facing a two-point robot. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, spinning his body to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick. The force of the blow, combined with a burst of wind from his manipulation quirk, sent the robot crashing into a wall. It sparked and sputtered before deactivating.
"Seven points," Izuku counted, quickly moving on. He had to stay on the move and had to keep finding targets.
The city simulation was vast, and the sound of battle echoed from every direction. Explosions, crashes, and the clashing of metal against metal filled the air. Izuku knew he couldn't afford to waste any time. He used the wind from his hands to propel himself faster, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, searching for more robots to take down.
He looked onward to see that there was a girl with weird things coming from her ears. She looked like she was using sounds to attack the robots to dissemble the robots. There was a three-pointer from behind she didn't see and Izuku rushed forward to help her.
"Hey lookout behind you!" he yelled pulsing himself forward. Kyoka Jiro turned around knowing she didn't have enough to move.
Izuku's heart raced as he saw the three-pointer robot looming behind Jiro. He pushed One for All to its limit, the green lightning crackling around him as he shot forward. In a split second, he was between Jiro and the robot, his hands glowing with wind energy.
"Wind Palm Blast!" he shouted, releasing a powerful gust of wind from his palms. The force struck the robot, sending it tumbling backward and crashing into a nearby building. The robot twitched for a moment before deactivating.
Jiro blinked in surprise, her earphone jacks retracting slightly. "Thanks for the save," she said, her voice a mixture of relief and admiration.
"No problem," Izuku replied, offering her a quick smile. "Just be careful. These robots can come out of nowhere."
Jiro nodded, her confidence bolstered by Izuku's intervention. "Got it. I'll watch my back."
With a mutual nod, they parted ways, each determined to rack up more points. Izuku continued his dash through the city, leaping over obstacles and using his wind manipulation to propel himself faster. He spotted another cluster of robots ahead and didn't hesitate.
He landed amid a group of one-pointers and two-pointers, his fists and feet moving in a blur. Each strike was precise, each kick augmented by bursts of wind. Robots fell left and right, deactivating as they hit the ground.
"Thirteen points," Izuku muttered to himself, barely pausing to catch his breath. He had to keep moving.
He turned a corner and found himself facing another three-pointer, this one more aggressive than the last. The robot charged at him with surprising speed, its massive fists swinging wildly. Izuku ducked and weaved, his movements were fluid and graceful. He countered with a powerful punch, he yelled out, "WASHINGTON SMASH!" sending the robot far away from the battle zone.
"Sixteen points," he said, his confidence growing with each victory. Each point he received he was gaining more and more confidence that he could do this.
U.A. CONFERENCE ROOM
Nezu smiled as he sipped his freshly brewed tea. "This year has quite the selection of candidates. Some people are displaying exceptional potential," he remarked, his eyes twinkling with interest.
Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Yes, but potential alone isn't enough. They need discipline and the right mindset to handle the pressures of being a hero," he said, his tone as pragmatic as ever.
"Without a doubt Aizawa, but some people use information gathering, speed, strength, remaining calm under pressure, or just pure destructiveness to help them. The most successful students use all of these to help them advance their abilities and themselves."
Midnight bit her lip placing her hand under her chin, "This year's group looks promising."
"Don't worry the real test is about to begin," said Snipe pressing a button.
IN THE BATTLEZONE
Izuku was slightly out of breath and sighed, "That's thirty-eight points." The ground started to shake around him and some of the other participants. They all looked up to see the zero pointer.
The massive zero-pointer loomed over the battlezone, casting a shadow that swallowed entire city blocks. Its sheer size and menacing presence sent a wave of panic through the participants. Many of them scattered, opting to avoid the colossal robot that wasn't worth any points.
Izuku, however, stood his ground, his eyes wide with determination. He knew the zero-pointer didn't offer any points, but he also knew it posed a significant threat to anyone caught in its path. He shook his head.
"Stay calm, stay focused, gotta find smaller robots," he whispered to himself, his mind racing. That's when he saw her—Uraraka—trapped under a massive piece of debris, struggling to free herself.
He felt his body go numb. He saw the other participants running away from the robot but he ran towards it. He knew it was worth nothing but he was doing it for her. He knew she would be crushed if the robot were to come any closer. He activated Full Cowling at 10% and used the air around him to launch him into the sky at the robot.
He flew through the air, feeling the wind rush past his face. As he neared the zero-pointer, he cocked his fist back hearing there were only two minutes left from Present Mic. He remembered what All Might had said to him in that might. "Clenched your butt kid, and yell from the depths of your heart,". "SMASSSHHH!" he yelled out channeling 100% of One for All into his right arm and making contact with the zero-pointer.
The force of Izuku's punch reverberated through the zero-pointer, causing a massive shockwave that shattered windows and sent debris flying. The sheer power behind the blow was enough to lift the gigantic robot off its feet, sending it crashing down into the streets below. The zero-pointer's mechanical body convulsed, sparked, and exploded from smaller points on the body as it lay in a heap, its systems failing and its threat neutralized. Everyone watched in awe as the kid who was called out more than once had a quirk that could take down the zero-pointer.
Izuku started to fall at an alarming rate and tried to stop it. His legs weren't broken but his right arm was damaged all to hell. "Dammit! I can't manipulate the air around at this pace yet. Maybe I can slow my descent by redirecting the wind to come towards me from my feet," he said now going feet first to the ground. He could feel a gust of wind coming towards him but it wasn't enough to slow him down yet. Izuku braced for impact but felt something slap his foot. He looked to see the girl at used her quirk again to save him. He floated in the air slightly and was set down.
"Release," she said looking exhausted.
Izuku sat up and walked over to the Uraraka who was throwing up what looked like rainbows and waited for her to be done.
"AND THAT IS IT, TIME IS UP!" yelled Present Mic.
"Are you ok?" asked Izuku.
"Yeah, but your arm…" Uraraka trailed off, her eyes wide with concern as she looked at Izuku's mangled limb. His right arm hung limply by his side, clearly injured from the force of his punch to the zero-pointer.
Izuku winced but forced a grin. "I'm fine. I've been through worse." He flexed his fingers, trying to reassure her, but the pain was unbearable. The damage from pushing One for All to 100% was evident in his arm. He couldn't move it properly, and the fatigue was starting to set in. He felt his body shaking from the strain, but he refused to let it show.
"You all did wonderful, you are all heroes in my eyes," said Recovery Girl making her way to the injured.
"My my my, you got injured again didn't you," said Recovery Girl to Izuku.
"Yeah, I am sorry," he said rubbing the back of his head with his good arm.
"Well, it appears there is less damage than last time so please try not to do what you did again. Keep training in controlling your quirk," she said kissing the wound and watching it heal before his eyes. Izuku winced as the healing process took effect. Recovery Girl's kiss on his injury was always a strange, yet comforting sensation, and before long, the throbbing pain in his arm began to subside. The swelling around his wrist started to recede, and the deep bruising slowly faded away as his muscles returned to their normal state. His arm still felt weak, but it was better—far better than before.
She kissed Uraraka's ankle, and it was healed up in no time. Izuku was happy everyone was ok, but he hoped that he would pass the exam. 38 points was decent, but he hoped that it would be enough.
1 WEEK LATER
Izuku was holding the envelope from U.A. to see his test results. He had been stressing out for the past week about whether he was accepted or not. Not to mention he hadn't seen All Might in the past week. He opened the envelope in the living room and pulled out the recorded message.
Izuku's hands trembled as he pulled out the recorded message from the envelope. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. This was it. This was the moment that would determine his future. He placed the recording on the table, took a deep breath, and pressed play.
The device whirred to life, and the screen flickered before revealing the familiar, larger-than-life face of All Might. Izuku's eyes widened in surprise and awe. "All Might!" he gasped.
"Hello, young Midoriya!" All Might's booming voice filled the room, his smile as bright as ever. "If you're seeing this, it means you've completed the U.A. Entrance Exam. Well done! Oh, and sorry for not responding to your text I have been getting ready to adjust to being a teacher at U.A. That is right I will be a teacher at U.A. High School!"
Izuku's heart raced as he watched All Might speak. Not to mention he is going to be a teacher.
"All of you did incredibly well," All Might continue. "The exam wasn't just about physical strength, but also about showing your heroic spirit. And you, Midoriya, showed that in spades. What do you mean I have to hurry up? I have to do how many more of these? Good lord."
Izuku felt a flicker of hope. Was this a good sign? He leaned forward, hanging on to every word.
All Might cleared his throat and looked directly into the camera. "During the exam, you scored a total of 38 points in the villain section. That's quite impressive on its own, but there's more to being a hero than just defeating villains."
Izuku's heart sank a little. He knew his points were good, but he wasn't sure if they were enough to get him into U.A.
"That's why we also have the Rescue Points," All Might said with a knowing smile. "You see, the examiners were also watching for acts of heroism, for those moments when you went out of your way to help others, even when it didn't benefit you directly. And you, Midoriya, earned a remarkable 78 Rescue Points!"
Izuku's jaw dropped. "Seventy-eight Rescue Points?" he repeated, hardly believing his ears.
"Your actions, especially when you saved Uraraka and that Jiro girl and took down the zero-pointer, showed the true spirit of a hero. Combined with your villain points, that brings your total to 106 points, one of the highest scores this year!"
Izuku couldn't contain his joy. Tears welled up in his eyes as the realization sank in. He had done it. He had done it. He had passed the U.A. Entrance Exam.
"You have what it takes to be a hero, young Midoriya," All Might said, his voice filled with pride. "Welcome to U.A. High School!"
The recording ended, and Izuku sat there in stunned silence for a moment before a huge grin spread across his face. He jumped up from his seat, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I did it! I really did it!"
He heard a knock on the door and ran to it opened the door to see All Might standing there in the doorway. Izuku's heart almost stopped when he saw All Might standing at the door in his weak form. His eyes were wide with surprise, and his voice quivered with excitement and disbelief. "A-All Might!"
All Might, in his skinny form, gave Izuku a warm, smile. "Young Midoriya, may I come in?"
Izuku stepped aside, still stunned, and gestured for All Might to enter. "Of course! Please, come in!"
"Great job on getting to complete the entrance exam, kid. And before you say anything. I wasn't on the panel or anything, so you go in all on your own," he said getting ready to sit down.
"That's amazing," said Izuku hugging him.
"What's with the hug kid?" asked All Might.
"That was for everything you did to get me this far," he said letting go of him.
"This was all on you kid. But I have some information that is good and bad news," he said getting serious.
"What's wrong?" asked Izuku nervously.
"Nothing much but you should know that you placed first on the entrance exam. You scored a total of 106 points and the next person after you was Katsuki Bakugo. He scored a total of 77 points which is a big difference. What I am saying is while you performed the best, you will have a target on your back because you perform that well," he said waiting for his student's reaction.
"So, I am getting a taste of being number one?" he asked looking at him.
"Exactly, you will always have people trying to reach the top. It is up to you to always find ways to improve. Keep improving on both of your quirks and you will be good to go," he said.
"The bad news is that now I have about 3 hours on my muscular form. That is the main reason I went to U.A. to become a teacher in the first place. I wanted to limit how much use the form so that I don't strain myself and lose more time than I need to," he said closing his fist in and out.
Izuku listened intently, absorbing every word. The news of placing first was exhilarating, but the gravity of All Might's words about the target on his back quickly sobered him. He felt a mix of pride and anxiety.
"Three hours... that's still a good amount of time, All Might," Izuku said, trying to sound optimistic. "You'll be able to teach us so much in that time."
All Might smiled, though it was tinged with the weight of his situation. "Yes, but I have to be strategic about how I use my time in that form. You've got a strategy in spades."
Izuku felt his cheeks flush with pride at the compliment. "Thank you, All Might. I promise I won't let you down."
"I know you won't, but I am telling you now that tomorrow is your first day I want you to get some rest. You never know what is going to happen tomorrow," he said patting his head and getting ready to leave.
"Thank you All Might, I hope to see you in class soon," he said waving.
"Me too kid. I'm sure I see you in a few days," he said waving back.
THE NEXT DAY
"This is it," Izuku said to himself, standing before the giant door to Classroom 1-A. His heart pounded in his chest. "This is my future." He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
His ears were immediately assaulted by the sound of arguing. Two students near the window were in the middle of a heated exchange.
"You are defacing school property by having your feet on the desk," Tenya Iida said sternly, his arms crossed and his posture rigid.
"And I said I don't care," Bakugo Katsuki replied, his feet propped up defiantly on the desk as he folded his arms and glared back at Iida. When Bakugo noticed Izuku at the door, his glare intensified. Izuku, though feeling the weight of the stare, managed to hold his ground, but eventually looked away.
Iida noticed Izuku as well and broke into a smile. He marched over to him, his demeanor as formal as ever. "Ah, I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Tenya Iida," he said, extending his hand.
"Izuku Midoriya," Izuku replied, shaking Iida's hand. "And it's alright. Everyone was stressed out that day. I wouldn't worry too much about it. We all make mistakes."
Iida's stern face softened slightly. "Thank you, Midoriya. I admire your humility."
Before Izuku could respond, a familiar voice spoke up from behind him. "Well, well, if it isn't Deku."
Izuku turned to see Bakugo glaring at him, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disdain. "Still sticking around, huh? Don't think for a second that you can outshine me here."
Izuku met Bakugo's gaze with determination. "I'm here to do my best, Kacchan. That's all that matters." Bakugo narrowed his eyes at him and couldn't help but think.
"1 year ago, this damn nerd was weaker than literally everyone around us. How the hell did he get a 106 on the entrance exam? That was my title to claim. I'll find out how he got in if he got in, he had to have had a quirk otherwise he wouldn't have destroyed those robots," he said looking at him harder now.
"Oh my gosh, Midoriya!" said a female voice from behind him. He turned around to see Uraraka smiling from behind him.
"I still can't believe that you went, smash! and then the robot exploded, and it was so awesome," she said throwing some punches and kicks around.
Izuku was blushing from how close she was to his face and backed up slightly. "Oh, it was nothing you shouldn't have to worry about that," he said.
"If you are here to talk and make friends, then you should leave now," a voice grumbled from a moving sleeping bag in the corner of the room. The entire class turned to see a disheveled man with messy black hair and tired eyes emerging from the bag.
"Who is that?" Uraraka whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Aizawa stood up, his sleeping bag pooling around his feet. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I will be your homeroom teacher. This is U.A. High School, where we train heroes. If you're here to socialize, then you might as well leave now. Hero work is serious business, and you will be treated accordingly."
The students exchanged uneasy glances. Aizawa's stern demeanor and blunt words quickly quieted the room. Izuku was happy that he was able to see Eraserhead in person.
"Now," Aizawa continued, "put on your gym uniforms and meet me outside for a quirk assessment test."
"Wait, what about orientation?" a student with pink skin and horns asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
"There's no time for that," Aizawa said dismissively. "You're here to be heroes, not tourists. Meet me outside in ten minutes."
The class hurried to the locker rooms, quickly changing into their gym uniforms. Izuku's mind raced with nervous excitement.
"Good to see you again Izuku Midoriya," said a familiar feminine voice. Izuku turned around to see Momo smiling at him. "Oh wow, nice to see you. I told you I would see you again," he said smiling.
"Nice to see you again too. I wonder what teacher has plans for us," she said walking alongside him.
"I don't know but I'm sure it won't be too bad," he said being blinded by the sun slightly as he entered the training grounds. Soon everyone was outside and waiting for their teacher to give them their tests.
"You'll each be performing a series of tests designed to measure your quirk's capabilities," Aizawa explained. "This will help us determine your strengths and weaknesses. Bakugo, you're up first. Being you had the highest amount of villain points you can start us off right."
Bakugo stormed to the circle; his fiery gaze fixated on Izuku. His fists crackled with explosive energy as his frustration boiled over. "Damn Deku," he muttered under his breath, stepping into the circle with an air of defiance.
Aizawa handed him a softball, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Bakugo, like I said you're up. Just curious how far could you throw a softball in middle school without your quirk?"
"About 65 meters," he said calming down in front of his teacher.
"Now use your quirk to amplify how far you can throw it. I don't care what you do just stay in the circle," he said stepping back.
The tension was palpable as Bakugo gripped the ball tightly. "Tch, I'll show all of you," he growled. His crimson eyes scanned the watching crowd before focusing back on the task. With a sudden burst of power, he propelled himself forward, his explosions erupting behind him to enhance his momentum.
"Take this!" he shouted, hurling the ball with all his might. An explosive burst of light and sound accompanied the throw, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The ball soared upward in a fiery arc, leaving a trail of smoke and heat in its wake.
The class collectively shielded their eyes from the brightness, and even Aizawa's scarf fluttered from the force of the explosion. The device beeped as the ball finally landed with a loud thud, embedding itself deep into the ground.
"705.2 meters," Aizawa announced calmly, jotting down the result.
Bakugo smirked; his teeth clenched in satisfaction. But as he turned to glance at Izuku, who stood quietly at the edge of the group, his smirk faltered. Izuku seemed lost in thought as if strategizing for the test.
The lack of reaction stung more than any taunt could have. "Oi, Deku!" Bakugo barked. "Just because you got first in the entrance exam doesn't mean anything understand me! I will beat you in every test in front of us!"
Izuku blinked, startled out of his thoughts. "I wasn't—"
"Whatever!" Bakugo cut him off, storming back to the line. The class exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to say.
"That is just a taste of what we will all be doing with the use of your quirks. You will find that you can use your quirks in specific situations. Just know every quirk has a use. We just have to find your use," he said scanning the crowd.
"Awesome we get to use our quirks. This is going to be fun," said Sero clinching his fist.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at Sero, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "You think this is supposed to be fun?" he said, his voice cutting through the budding excitement in the group. The students fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. "Let me make one thing clear—this is not a game. You're training to become heroes. People's lives will depend on your ability to perform under pressure. If you treat this like a joke, you'll fail. And failure, in our line of work, can mean death."
Sero's confidence wavered, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh, right, Sensei. Got it."
"You know what. I do something fun for you all. The person who gets the lowest scores will be expelled from U.A. How is that for fun?" he said looking at the shocked faces of everyone.
Izuku's heart dropped at hearing this. Could he do that? It didn't matter. He had to find a way to stay in U.A.
"We will come back to the ball throw later but let us do the 50-yard dash," he said walking over to the area.
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The students followed Aizawa toward the marked lanes for the 50-yard dash.
"Line up in pairs," Aizawa instructed. "I want to get through this quickly. Don't overthink it—just do your best. You'll get your times automatically recorded."
It went like this most of the time. Iida got the fastest with a time of 3.04 seconds while others couldn't use their quirk to help them run or propel themselves forward. Bakugo used his explosions to launch forward and almost claimed first place at 4.13 seconds. It was soon Izuku's turn, and he lined up.
"Ready, Midoriya and Uraraka?" Aizawa asked, glancing between them.
"Yes, Sensei," Izuku said, he bent down and took in a deep breath. He activated Full Cowling and he channeled the air around him to amplify his speed. Some of the students were curious about his quirk since he had gotten first place and wanted to see it firsthand.
"Three, two, one—go!"
Izuku launched off in a burst of speed, the ground cracking slightly beneath his feet as he activated Full Cowling. Electricity crackled faintly around his body, and a gust of wind followed in his wake. Uraraka, beside him, had activated her quirk to lighten herself and was running with an impressive burst of agility, but it was clear that Izuku had the advantage.
He focused on keeping his movements fluid and controlled, his body moving in perfect synchronization with the power coursing through him. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the finish line.
"4.22 seconds, just behind Bakugo," he said writing it down as he saw Uraraka pass the finish line. "7.15 seconds," he said looking at her deactivating her quirk.
"That was quite fast Midoriya," said Iida running up to him. "Is your quirk a speed quirk similar to mine?" he asked.
"We will go over quirks later, let us finish the test," said Aizawa putting some eye drops on his tired eyes.
"Sorry sir," said Iida saluting.
IZUKU POV
While I felt like I was under pressure, I still had fun doing these tests. I mean…when Kaachan wasn't trying to kill me from his glare the whole time. I had decent scores and consistently was placed in the top eight every time. I was quite proud of myself, but I was still being beat out by most of the people in my new class. I sure am glad for All Mights training because I had more physical strength to help me alongside using Elemental Manipulation and One for All. Here are my scores in case you were wondering.
3rd place: 4.22 Seconds: 50 Yard Dash
6th place: Grip Strength: 105 kilograms
5th place: Long Jump: Cleared the Sandbox
5th place: Sit-ups
6th place: Side steps
3rd place: Seated toe touch
The other drills matter but it wasn't something that Mr. Aizawa was placing when I glanced at the paper. It was more on physical strength and flexibility such as how many sit-ups or side steps you could accomplish when within a certain time. Thankfully, I was up to do the last drill the ball throw and then we could be done for the day.
3rd PERSON POV
"Midoriya," Aizawa called out, his tired eyes locking onto the green-haired boy. "Step into the circle."
Izuku took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This is it. He walked to the circle, his hands slightly trembling. Aizawa handed him the softball, and Izuku examined it as if it held the weight of his future.
"Midoriya," Aizawa began, his voice firm, "how far could you throw a ball in middle school without your quirk?"
Izuku thought for a moment. "Uh, around 50 meters, Sensei," he answered honestly.
Aizawa nodded. "Then I expect you to exceed that significantly. Use everything you have. Don't hold back."
Izuku nodded, clutching the ball tightly. He activated Full Cowling, allowing the energy of One For All to flow through his body. A faint crackle of energy surrounded him, and his classmates leaned forward in anticipation.
But a voice interrupted his focus.
"Don't embarrass yourself, Deku!" Bakugo sneered from the sidelines.
Izuku felt the weight of Bakugo's words, but he shook them off. "Focus. I can do this. I need to let the wind take it as far as I can." He adjusted his grip on the ball, preparing to channel his quirks.
He raised his arm, his muscles tensing as he infused the throw with the combined strength of One For All and the precision of his wind quirk. The ball glowed faintly as air currents swirled around it, amplifying its velocity. He hurled it with all his might, the force creating a shockwave that rattled the ground beneath him.
The ball soared into the sky, cutting through the air like a comet. The class gasped as it disappeared into the horizon, a faint sparkle marking its descent.
The device beeped.
"786.6 meters," Aizawa announced, his voice as monotone as ever. The class erupted into murmurs of astonishment.
"Whoa, that's farther than Bakugo!" Kaminari exclaimed.
"His quirk must be insane," Mina added, her eyes wide with awe.
Izuku allowed himself a small smile of relief, but it quickly faded as Aizawa stepped closer, his sharp gaze fixed on him.
"Midoriya," Aizawa began, his tone colder than before. "That's impressive, but don't think I didn't notice."
Izuku blinked in confusion. "Notice what, Sensei?"
Aizawa crossed his arms and the wrapping around his neck wrapped around Izuku in the blink of an eye. "You held back."
The air grew heavy with silence. The students exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to make of the accusation.
"Holding back?" Momo echoed, slightly surprised.
"I—I wasn't holding back!" Izuku stammered, his face flushing.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, as his scarf moved to restrain the boy more. "Don't lie to me, Midoriya. I've seen what you're capable of, and that throw wasn't your full potential."
Izuku felt a lump form in his throat. "Sensei, I just didn't want to—"
"Didn't want to what?" Aizawa interrupted, his voice sharp. "Show off? Make others feel inadequate? Let me remind you of something: being a hero isn't about making people comfortable. It's about pushing your limits and proving you can handle any situation. If you hold back now, what happens when lives are on the line?"
Izuku's eyes widened, "I understand what you mean sir, but if I use all of my power then my body breaks apart," he said feeling the restraints on him tighten slightly.
Bakugo snarled at this, "What do you mean you're holding back? How much power are you using?" he asked with the others silently agreeing.
"I am using about 10% of it," he said making every shocked.
"He is only using a 10th of his power?" asked a shocked Iida. He knew he was powerful but that was amazing.
"10% percent, huh? So, what you're saying is you can't control your quirk, yet?" asked Aizawa.
Izuku hesitated before nodding, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes, Sensei. I'm still learning to control it. I've gotten better, but it's not perfect yet."
Aizawa sighed, his expression softening slightly. "I figured as much. Midoriya, your progress is commendable, but you can't keep relying on this half-baked control. A hero who can't fully wield their power is a liability, not an asset."
Izuku flinched at the bluntness of Aizawa's words but nodded. "I understand Sensei. I'll work harder."
"You don't just need to work harder," Aizawa continued, his gaze sharp. "You need to work smarter. Pushing yourself to the brink of injury every time you use your quirk isn't sustainable. If you keep this up, you'll break before you even get a chance to become a pro."
"I understand sensei. I will be better," he said determined.
"Good," he said backing up. "Your goal now if it already should be to increase your power in small intervals until you reach that 100% power. If I think you are going to hurt yourself then I will use my quirk to stop you from damaging your arm or whatever else," he said backing up.
Izuku looked at the ball in his hand and clinched it tight. "Alright, I normally do 10% so let me try 15%. No, I should do 12% just to be safe," he thought.
Izuku took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he focused on the energy surging within him. One For All flowed through his body like a roaring river, and he carefully dialed it up to 12%. A faint aura of electricity crackled around him, more intense than before, yet controlled.
"Oh god, this hurts. I know I am going to have a migraine later. No matter what I need to be better," he said gritting his teeth.
He glanced at Aizawa, whose sharp gaze conveyed a mix of skepticism and expectation. His classmates stood silently, watching the scene unfold with bated breath.
"Alright," Izuku muttered to himself, gripping the ball tightly. "No holding back this time. I need to channel the air around me to send the ball as far as I can. Like a jet stream."
The wind around Izuku began to swirl, picking up speed and forming a visible vortex. His green hair fluttered wildly in the gusts as he channeled both Full Cowling and his wind manipulation quirk with meticulous precision. He tightened his grip on the ball, his knuckles turning white as he steadied himself for the throw. Every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation, his classmates watching in awe as the energy around him grew denser.
Everyone felt the wind he was generating, and some protected their eyes from the dust he was flying everywhere.
As the vortex stabilized, Izuku inhaled deeply, grounding himself in the moment. The whirling air around him created a hum, a sound that resonated with his heartbeat. With one final exhale, he locked his gaze on the horizon.
"Here I go!" Izuku shouted, his voice carrying the weight of his determination.
With an explosive motion, he hurled the ball forward, channeling both the enhanced strength of One For All and the momentum generated by his air. The combined force created a shockwave that rippled through the training field, sending dust and debris flying in every direction. The softball shot into the air like a missile, leaving a glowing trail of energy and swirling wind in its wake.
The class was silent, their eyes glued to the ball as it soared higher and farther than before. It disappeared into the sky, a faint glint marking its presence before vanishing entirely from sight.
Aizawa's device beeped loudly, breaking the stunned silence.
"1,002.4 meters," Aizawa announced, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of approval. "An improvement, but there's still room for growth."
The class erupted into gasps and murmurs of amazement.
"He broke 1,000 meters? That's insane! That's a kilometer," Kaminari exclaimed, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.
"That quirk of his is no joke," Jiro added, her voice tinged with a mix of respect and curiosity.
Bakugo, however, was less impressed. His face twisted into a scowl as he clenched his fists tightly. "Tch, so what you're saying is that you have been holding back with me this whole time! I'll show you!" he said running towards Izuku. He was about to reach him, but Aizawa stopped him.
"That is enough, Bakugo." Aizawa's scarf lashed out like a striking snake, wrapping around Bakugo's torso before he could reach Izuku. The blond was lifted off the ground and restrained mid-charge, his explosions fizzling out as Aizawa's Erasure quirk nullified his power.
Bakugo struggled against the binds; his face twisted in fury. "Let me go, Eraserhead! This damn nerd's been lying to me! Holding back against me like I'm some kind of joke!"
"You need to calm down," Aizawa said, his voice flat but firm. "This is a training exercise, not a battlefield. If you can't control your temper, you'll sit out for tomorrow's training session. Most people don't have assistance in the training of their quirks or proper recourses so that is why he probably held back when he was younger, because he couldn't control it," he said letting the restraints go. Bakugo gave Izuku one last glare before storming off into the back.
"Now that is the last of the quirk assessment test. Oh, and I should tell you. I won't be expelling anyone. That was just a rational deception to trick you all into doing your best. Oh yeah and here are the overall results," he said giving a smile. Everyone faulted at that but walked over to look at the results.
Izuku stumbled slightly, catching himself before he could fall. His legs felt like jelly, and a sharp headache was already beginning to throb at his temples. "Man, that took more out of me than I thought," he muttered to himself.
He looked at the board and was satisfied with his result…for now.
1st Place: Momo Yaoyorozu
2nd Place: Shoto Todoroki
3rd Place: Katsuki Bakugo
4th Place: Izuku Midoriya
(The rest is the same in the series just rank them one below where they were if they are below Deku.)
"Huh, fourth place. I still need to improve One for All and Elemental," he thought looking at the other scores.
"Now if that is all. I think that I will call it a day in terms of testing. I have a meeting to attend too anyway. That and all of you may refer to me as Mr. Aizawa," he said walking away. He walked by Izuku and stopped for a moment and looked at him.
"What percent did you use?" he asked.
"12%, sir," he said looking at him. Aizawa nodded.
"Good, keep getting better. I don't want to hear the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. You should know the mechanics by now at least, you're in high school," he said walking away from him.
"Yeah, I know," he said walking away with some of his classmates.
As the students dispersed, Izuku took a moment to catch his breath. His head throbbed from pushing his quirk beyond his usual limit, but he was relieved to have completed the Quirk Apprehension Test without any major injuries. The others were chattering as they compared results, with some groaning at their scores and others feeling satisfied with their placements.
The boys gathered in the locker room to change back into their school uniforms. Izuku, still sweating slightly, found himself next to Iida, who adjusted his glasses with his usual precise movements.
"Midoriya, I must say, your performance was remarkable," Iida said, his tone formal as always. "To think that you achieved such results while only using a portion of your quirk's full potential. Truly impressive."
"Thanks, Iida," Izuku replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But I still have a long way to go. I can't use too much of my power without hurting myself. That's something I need to work on."
Nearby, Bakugo scowled as he overheard the exchange. He slammed his locker shut, causing the others to flinch.
"Tch, stop acting so smug, Deku," Bakugo snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "You're still a damn loser if you can't control that power of yours. You'll never be better than me," he said storming out of the locker room.
Kirishima looked over to Midoriya with a question that had been bugging him for a while. "Hey Midoriya, what the heck happened between you two that made you like that," he said putting on his undershirt.
"Oh god, I need to come up with some without talking about One for All or my other quirk coming in late," he thought to himself.
"Long story short, he got a powerful quirk and became…extremely prideful. We've known each other since we were kids, and back then, it was like I was always chasing after him."
Kirishima furrowed his brow. "Chasing after him?"
Izuku nodded. "Yeah. Kacchan—I mean Bakugo has always been strong and talented. Growing up, everyone admired him, and I guess I did too. But…" He hesitated, looking down at his hands.
"He wanted to be the best…which there is nothing wrong with that. I have always been weaker than him. It wasn't until recently that I saw myself starting to catch up. I guess that me starting to get stronger is catching him off guard," Izuku said.
Kirishima leaned against his locker, crossing his arms, "Yeah that makes sense if he is prideful like that, but I wouldn't worry so much about it. All of our quirks have the potential to make us all heroes that will stand out in some way," he said to him.
Izuku nodded and smiled as he went to use the bathroom before class started
GIRLS LOCKER ROOM
"You crushed it out there, Momo!" Mina Ashido exclaimed, her pink skin glowing even brighter as she flopped onto the bench nearby. "First place? You've got to teach me some of those moves!"
Momo smiled politely, though a slight blush crept onto her cheeks. "Thank you, Mina, but it wasn't just me. Everyone did their best. And besides, I still have a lot of areas where I need to improve."
"Don't be so modest," Jiro said, leaning against her locker and fiddling with one of her earphone jacks. "You've got strategy and brains, plus a quirk that's insanely versatile. It's no wonder you came out on top."
"Who do you think did well for the boys?" asked Tsuyu. She adjusted her uniform as she waited for the others to respond.
"Well, we haven't gone over our quirks yet, but I think that Bakugo and Todoroki did pretty well overall. They have pretty useful quirks," said Mina putting a finger to her chin.
"The most mysterious one has to be Midoriya because he has some air or wind quirk. I saw it firsthand in the entrance exam when he saved me from a robot. He is a dark horse," said Jiro thinking about the attack that sent the robot flying.
"That is true he sent that ball flying. Not to mention did you see the muscles on his body," said Mina thinking about Izuku. "His arms looked ripped," she said flexing her arms.
Some of the girls in the room blush as they thought about his body for a moment. Ochaco who was bright red quickly put her stuff on. "Okay maybe we should hurry up so that we can get back to class," she said leaving the room in the blink of an eye.
"Someone seems a bit flustered," said Toru in the corner half changed and amused.
Class 1-A's Homeroom: Debrief
Once everyone had changed and reconvened in the classroom, Aizawa was already waiting for them, lounging in his sleeping bag as usual. He glanced at the students as they filed in, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"Good, you're all here," Aizawa said, sitting up slightly. "Let's talk about today's test. First, let me remind you all that this was only the beginning. Don't get too comfortable with your scores or rankings. Real battles and hero work aren't about numbers on a scoreboard."
The students nodded, though a few looked a bit disheartened at the reminder.
"That being said," Aizawa continued, "some of you showed promise today, while others have a lot to work on. Use this experience to identify your weaknesses and build on them. You're here to become heroes, not to coast through the curriculum."
Momo raised her hand, and Aizawa gestured for her to speak.
"Sensei, about the rankings—what exactly where you looking for in terms of performance?" she asked, her voice calm and composed.
"Simple," Aizawa replied. "I wanted to see how well you could adapt your quirks to the tasks at hand. It's not just about raw power—it's about creativity, control, and efficiency. Some of you relied too much on brute force, while others didn't use their quirks effectively at all."
He shot a pointed look at Mineta, who shrank back in his seat.
"Which reminds me. We will have a special lesson tomorrow and we will be going over quirks then. You can ask people able their quirks but don't give out every detail known to man. The person has the right to do that tomorrow. Alright, it's lunchtime. See you after lunch," he said crawling into his sleeping bag.
Lunch Break
Izuku found himself in the largest lunchroom he had ever seen and wasn't sure where to sit. After walking around for a minute, he found an empty table and sat down and sighed. "Man, my arms are still sore, but that just means I worked out hard," he said to himself.
"Hey, Midoriya?" asked a female voice to his right. He looked to his right and saw it was the girl he saved from the entrance exams.
"Oh hello, I'm sorry I don't know your name. We never had time to exchange it during the exam for obvious reasons," he said rubbing the back of his head.
Jiro smirked at Izuku's sheepishness and took a seat across from him, placing her tray on the table. "It's Jiro. Kyoka Jiro. And don't sweat it; I get that the entrance exam was kind of hectic." She leaned back slightly, one of her earphone jacks idly twirling between her fingers. "I just wanted to say thanks for what you did back there. Saving me from that robot... it was impressive."
Izuku blushed and waved his hands in front of him. "Oh, it was nothing! I just… did what any aspiring hero would do. You would've been fine on your own, I'm sure!"
Jiro raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smirk. "Modesty, huh? That's cool, but I saw the way you took down that thing. You're no pushover." She glanced at his arms for a moment before adding, "Plus, the way you used your quirk during the test today… seriously, Midoriya, what's your secret?"
"Excuse me but mind if we sit with you two," asked a formal voice. Izuku looked to see there was Iida, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and quite a few others he didn't know yet.
"Yeah, sure, we don't mind. We have to get to know each other anyway," Izuku said with a warm smile, gesturing for the group to sit down.
Iida nodded sharply and took a seat beside Izuku, placing his tray on the table with precision. "Thank you, Midoriya. We must build camaraderie as classmates. After all, we'll be training together to become heroes!"
Uraraka grinned brightly as she slid into a seat next to Jiro. "Midoriya, you were amazing today! That ball throw was like something out of a movie. I didn't even know quirks could work like that!"
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I-it wasn't that big of a deal...my control isn't perfect yet, and honestly, my arms are kind of sore from pushing myself so hard."
Yaoyorozu, who sat down with a composed demeanor, regarded him thoughtfully. "That's to be expected when testing your limits. Still, I was impressed by your ability to integrate strategy into your actions. The way you used the wind to amplify your throw showed ingenuity."
"Yeah, man, it was awesome," added Kaminari, plopping down next to Uraraka. "So, do you use the air or wind for your quirk? What the heck is the difference anyway."
Tsuyu listening to the conversation looked at Kaminari, "Oh boy, I see who the airhead is around here." Kaminari didn't hear her though and waited for Midoriya to speak.
"Well, since I don't want to go against Aizawa-sensei's words," he began, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I'll just say that my quirk lets me control air and wind. It's... versatile, but it has its limits. You'll see more tomorrow during the special lesson. That and air is what is around us and what we need to breathe while wind is the movement of air."
Jiro nodded in understanding, leaning back in her chair. "Fair enough. No need to spill all your secrets just yet. But I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do."
"Same here!" Uraraka chimed in, her bright smile making Izuku feel more at ease. "It's exciting to think about what everyone's quirks can do. We're all so different, but that just makes it more interesting."
Iida adjusted his glasses, his posture as straight as ever. "Indeed. Understanding each other's quirks will be vital for teamwork and collaboration in future exercises. This is an excellent opportunity to learn from one another."
As the group continued talking, a loud commotion drew their attention. At a nearby table, Bakugo and Kirishima were engaged in a heated argument, though Kirishima's wide grin suggested it wasn't entirely serious.
"I'm just saying, Bakugo," Kirishima said, crossing his arms. "You've got an awesome quirk, but you don't always have to blow everything up to prove it."
"Tch, shut it, Shitty Hair," Bakugo growled, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I'll blow stuff up if I damn well want to."
Kirishima laughed, clearly unbothered by Bakugo's fiery temper. "Fair enough, man. Just don't blow up the cafeteria, okay?"
The group at Izuku's table chuckled at the exchange before returning to their conversation. The atmosphere felt lighter now, more relaxed. Izuku couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like this, where everyone could simply be themselves.
As the lunch break neared its end, Iida stood, his authoritative voice cutting through the chatter. "We should begin heading back to the classroom. Aizawa-sensei will expect us to be punctual."
The others nodded, gathering their trays and standing to follow Iida's lead. As they walked together, Izuku felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time. His classmates weren't just future heroes—they were people he could count on, people who might one day become his friends.
And for the first time in a long time, Izuku truly believed he was where he was meant to be.