As Midoriya Izuku stepped off the bus at Site D of U.A. University’s testing grounds, he couldn’t help but muse that things were going to be different come the end of the test. Hell, they were going to be different come the start of it. He was glad Bakugō wasn’t in his testing group. If the ash-blonde had been, Izuku had little doubt that neither of them would be getting enough points. They’d be too busy butting heads with how aggressive the other man was.

And Izuku had no intention of wasting this opportunity. One he had never believed would come, up until a few short years ago when he had stumbled into a building that changed his life. He looked around, seeing young men and women in various states of nervousness. Some were bragging with legitimate confidence. Some were raising their voices in bravado while hiding shaking hands inside pockets. Some were just quietly meditating and doing their best to ready themselves. Others, though very few of them, looked like they were ready to puke.

As Izuku unzipped his hoodie, he knew that he was about to steal all the attention. He shrugged off the hoodie, revealing a bare torso and arms covered in muscles and tattoos. And as expected, he saw them. The judging looks. The snide whispers. Japan had grown past much of the issues that plagued them in earlier centuries, but one thing that had never gone away was the general cultural dislike of tattoos.

One tall man in particular, the same one that had loudly interrupted Present Mic during his presentation, looked particularly aghast. “Have you no shame?!” He gasped, his voice several decibels too high. “This is a prestigious, august institution of learning and heroism! It has no place for tattooed hooligans! Are you here as a plant to distract all of the legitimate candidates?!”

Izuku smiled thinly. There was a reason he had concealed his ink so well. His mom knew and even she didn’t actually like it, no matter his reasons for them. As for Aldera High? Everyone there was still under the impression that he was Quirkless. “Are you always this judgmental, or are you so nervous that you’re taking it out on everyone else?”

“Why, I never!” The man sounded flabbergasted.

“AND START!” Present Mic’s voice roared throughout each and every testing site.

And Izuku finally let out a confident grin. He held out his arms and two of the tattoos on his forearms began to glow. They were whole messes of tiny runic scripts in the shape of ravens. And then real ravens burst out and flew towards the city. A whole script on his chest began to glow a vivid emerald as well, as did his eyes. He took a step, and a whirlwind hit the boy and the rest of the applicants as Izuku passed each and every one of them, moving like lightning into the city.

A three-pointer erupted from behind a building and Izuku leapt into the air. His shoes shredded off, revealing lightning tattoos on his feet, which engulfed them. With a roar, Izuku slammed his lightning-coated foot through the metallic creation. As his foot hit the ground, lightning crackled all around him and spread out, leaving Lichtenberg patterns all over the pavement. The lightning vanished as his tattoos dimmed, and he grinned when he saw that the attack had also fried a couple two and one-pointers as well.

‘Eight with one attack. Not bad.’ He thought to himself excitedly. Large wing tattoos along his upper back glowed and then real golden wings erupted out. Flapping strongly enough to generate a current, he lifted into the air and speedily made his way to another group of villain bots. Seeing no one was around, he smirked maliciously as the black dragon made of incredibly tiny kanji along his right arm began to move down the limb towards his hand. Black flames started to crackle in his palm before he fired a black dragon of flame downwards. The searing heat melted everything. The villain bots, the pavement, the concrete sidewalks, and even the glass from the surrounding buildings. ‘Twenty-three now.’ He kept track of his points as he reabsorbed the infernal flames, the dragon crawling back into position.

One of the ravens he had sent out earlier croaked as it flew by him. “Thanks Huginn.” He called out as he flew in the direction that the raven had called his attention to. There was a powerful-looking young man surrounded by enemies, and while he wasn’t actually being hurt by the bots due to the steel skin he had, he also couldn’t get himself free from the relentless attacks. The ground around them was littered by enemies, so clearly he had been giving as good as he got. He had just been overwhelmed by concentrated fire. He was being blasted by the machine guns of the one-pointers, the AIs having judged his Quirk defensive enough to use some of the spicier weapons they had.

Izuku reached up to his spine and pulled out a large runic sword. “I’VE GOT YOU!” Izuku cut the gatlings of two one-pointers in half before kicking the one on his left so hard it smashed into a two-pointer, wrecking both. With a quick thrust, he disabled the other one-pointer. “You good?” He asked as he held out a hand.

“Hell yeah bro!” The steel man grinned toothily at him. He grabbed Izuku’s hand and hauled himself to his feet. “Thanks for the help! That’s manly as hell!” He eyed Izuku’s ink. “Those hurt?”

“Like hell!” Izuku said cheerfully, “Good luck!” He took off into the air again as the steel man ran off in search of more enemies. As he flew, Izuku checked on his energy stores. With a stockpiling Quirk like his, he didn’t really feel like he had to keep stock, but that was an easy way to end up wrong and dead in a bad situation.

‘Good. Still have plenty in the tank.’ He thought to himself as he continued to fly in search of more enemies or more people in danger.

-]|[-

“I think I speak for everyone here when I ask this.” Vlad King deadpanned as he waved a hand at a screen showcasing Izuku. “Fuck the what?”

“You’re telling me.” Miss Midnight was alternating between drooling and incredulity. “How many Quirks does this kid have?”

Beside her Yagi Toshinori couldn’t help but think the same thing. ‘Black fire that seems hotter than even Endeavor’s flames. Lightning. Ravens that pop out of his arms and give him information. Wings. Enhanced strength and speed. Did that son of a bitch have children?!’

Nezu glanced once more at Izuku’s file. Something that he had been doing since Izuku had displayed his second ability. “I don’t think he does.” He muttered, though in the relative silence of the observation deck – silent because adding sound would turn things chaotic instantly. If sound was needed, they could add it later. – it grabbed everyone’s attention. “Every time he’s pulled out a new ability, his tattoos have done something. Glowed. Moved. Erupted from his body…” His beady eyes hadn’t blinked since he first started analyzing the young man. “I think it’s just one Quirk… and the effects are all the different tattoos.”

“That’s nuts!” Thirteen gasped. “That means he literally could just add new abilities whenever he wanted!”

‘I hope you’re right, Principal.’ Toshinori thought to himself. ‘And at the very least, he is helping out other applicants. I cannot allow my interactions with the bastard to prejudice me. I must treat him like any other student.’ He looked down at the Yaruki Switch he was in control of. “I’d say it’s time to kick it up a notch.” He flipped open the lid protecting it and pressed the button.

-]|[-

“Holy crap, that thing is huge!” Izuku’s eyes widened as he sat with his leg hanging off a building. “I can see why they told us to avoid them.” He sent out a mental message to Huginn and Muninn, sending them in the direction of the zero-pointer. It was big enough that he absolutely did not trust that no one would find themselves in trouble. He felt he was comfortably ahead in points at the moment seeing as the only one he knew was even close was the judgmental speedy boy. He’d go find more bots once he was sure everyone was-

Huginn croaked as he flew by and Izuku’s eyes widened. His wings popped by and Izuku zipped towards the rampaging zero-pointer.

…

‘Great fucking job, Kyōka. Absolutely wonderful.’ Kyōka Jirō thought to herself as she struggled with the slab of concrete that had fallen on top of her. It was a damn miracle she hadn’t been crushed! ‘One more three-pointer, she said! It won’t fucking hurt, she said!’ She couldn’t squeeze out, and while she certainly would be able to vibrate the slab to pieces, she was pinned in such a way that she couldn’t quite see if there would be any consequences to doing so.

Plus, her jacks were kind of pinned under her. She really hoped they were alright! She did not know and had zero desire to test if they were indestructible. And worse, the zero-pointer was near and about to fuck her up. She continued trying to crawl out from beneath the slab but just couldn’t. “H-Help!” She called out, despite knowing instinctively that no one would be able to hear her with the racket the damn zero-pointer was making.

And then the tattooed hunk she had been momentarily drooling over prior to the exam crashed down in front of her. “I mean, I get that this is a heroics test and all, but are they nuts?” He ranted as he grabbed the slab and effortlessly tossed it off her. “You okay?”

“Shit dude, thanks for the save!” Kyōka sighed in relief as he got her to her feet. “The ink is fucking metal by the way.”

He grinned in legitimate surprise. “Huh, didn’t think I’d find anyone accepting of them.” Before she could reply, Izuku just went “hup.” And picked her up bridal style. Her face flamed red before she saw golden wings erupt from his back. In moments, they were half a dozen blocks away, and he was putting her down.

“T-Thanks again.” She stammered before shaking her head and clearing her throat. “I agree though. U.A. is nuts…” She eyed the towering machine with a frown. “Someone is going to get hurt.” Her jaw dropped as it punched a building in half.

“…Fuck this.” Izuku said to himself, flying forward. Another series of tattoos lit up and Izuku grunted. Far away, Kyōka’s jaw dropped as Izuku grew to a titanic size – bigger even than the zero-pointer itself. “Take on someone your own size!” He roared as he grabbed the giant machine, grunting as he lifted it overhead before piledriving it on its head. The machine shorted out and exploded, forcing Izuku back with a cry of pain as shards ripped open his skin. He fell back and rapidly shrank, ‘Okay, holy fuck, that almost wiped me out for the day.’ He gasped for breath as blood started to escape his wounds.

“Dude!” Kyōka called out, rushing for her savior. “Shit, are you okay?!”

He grunted, “Tired.” He focused and his wounds rapidly healed before her eyes. Izuku let out a gasp. “I hate that fucking move.” He squeaked out.

Her lips quivered, “The healing or the fucking giant?”

“Yes.” Izuku deadpanned. “Fuck, I’m exhausted. Don’t think I can move.”

“Then I’ll fuck up anything that comes near us, Green!” She promised, eager to have his back while he was weakened.

“AAAAAND IT’S ALL OVER!” Present Mic called out.

Kyōka’s eye twitched. “Or not.” She grumbled. “Fuck me.”

“Well if you insist.” Izuku smirked and her face flamed red and her jacks started to spasm. Izuku let out a delighted laugh.

-]|[-

“Hey Violet.” Izuku called out as he arrived at the small eatery she had invited him to. She looked absolutely adorable in her punk clothes.

“I told you my name…” Kyōka grumbled as they took their seats at the tabletop grill and ordered their food.

“So did I, yet you like calling me Green.” Izuku snickered as she rolled her eyes. “You get your letter?”

“I’m in!” She grinned, happiness all over her face.

“Hell yeah! You in 1-A?” Izuku asked and pumped a fist as she nodded. “Was hoping we’d be classmates.”

“How’d your school take it?” Kyōka asked, an amused smirk on her face.

“Ugh.” Izuku’s smile fell. “Went over like an osmium balloon. As if anyone could cheat to get into U.A.”

“Seriously?” Kyōka’s eyes widened, “They seriously accused you of cheating?”

“Well, Bakugō did. Cunt.” He grumbled. “I love how his dumb ass thinks I’m both completely useless and incapable of doing anything while simultaneously being this mastermind that has been pulling one over on all of them since we were four.”

“…Is this guy brain damaged?” She asked after a few moments of dumbfounded staring.

“Might be.” Izuku chortled, “His Quirk is explosions.”

Kyōka’s face fell. “Like, I can handle loud sounds as long as I’m not actually plugged in-” she waved her jacks in a manner that made Izuku’s cheeks redden slightly. She was so cute! “-but fuck that. Please be in the other class.”

The waitress interrupted them bringing plates of high-quality meat. “Hell yes.” Izuku started grilling for them. The sizzling sound and smells hit them all at once. “This smells so good.” Kyōka said nothing, her mouth watering.

…

As they left, Izuku hoped he wasn’t making a mistake as he threw an arm around her shoulders. Her face went red, but she smiled and got closer to him. “Where do you want to go next?” He asked, jumping slightly when he felt a long, thin, cord-like thing wrap itself around his waist. “Your Quirk is so cool.” He murmured.

“Pshh, next to yours?” She deflected as she started directing him to a musical store.

“Hell yes! Super hearing and the ability to plug into electronics?” Izuku raised an eyebrow. “It’s one of the coolest I’ve ever seen! You could do everything Present Mic could and more!”

“You’re hyping me up too much.” Kyōka blushed, “I can’t project my voice like that.”

“…Even if you plug into a microphone?” Izuku looked confused. “Couldn’t you just do that and then plug your other jack into a speaker? Use yourself as the controller?”

Kyōka opened her mouth before snapping it shut and frowning. “…” She started to think. She had tried to do guitar to speaker before but had never thought to think of herself as the amp. She had just tried to do the same as she always had and found that only her heartbeat would come out. “…I’m trying it.” She started to hurry along, pulling Izuku behind her.

They quickly went into the shop she was leading him to. “You play?” Izuku asked with a grin.

“…A little bit.” Kyōka said, suddenly shy. She grabbed a guitar and brought it over to a speaker. She plugged into both devices and the speaker started belting out her heartbeat at low volume. “See, my heartbeat overrides it.” She strummed the guitar but there was no other sound coming from the speaker.

“…I don’t suppose you could switch ‘channels?’” He asked with a wry grin, more joking than anything.

She rolled her eyes but closed her eyes, imagining herself pushing a ‘channel 2’ button. The heartbeat went silent and the sounds of electric guitar started coming through. It was such a huge shock that Kyōka jumped, “What the fuck?!” She gasped, staring at the guitar and then the speaker and then back to the guitar. “…Are you fucking kidding me?”

Izuku started to snicker. Kyōka mechanically began to play the opening of Sweet Child O’ Mine. The sound of her music filled the store. Izuku grabbed another guitar and started to strum along to it. Kyōka’s eyes widened as he revealed another side of him she hadn’t known about. “She’s got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories! Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky! (Sky)”

‘Oh holy fuck.’ Kyōka’s heart started to hammer as she began to sing along as well. Now she wished she had more jacks! “Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place, and if I stared too long, I’d probably break down and cry!”

‘…She has the voice of an angel.’ Izuku locked eyes with her, feeling awe.

The two completely forgot themselves as they jammed out, catching the attention of the few shop goers and the clerk. As they wound down, everyone started to clap for them. The two jumped, having been lost in their own little world. Kyōka’s face went beet red and he grinned at her, “Be proud. You’re amazing, Violet.”

“…You’re not so bad yourself, Green.” Kyōka mumbled, “You didn’t tell me you played…”

Izuku sighed, the merriment evaporating. “Once upon a time, I dreamed of something, anything that would repair my friendship with the cunt. So I learned guitar when I heard he was learning the drums.”

Her face fell. “Sorry for the bad memories.”

He smiled back at her, “Plenty of good ones we can replace them with.” He murmured to her.

Kyōka smiled back as they put their instruments away. She grabbed his hand and took him to check out the records. Hopefully they would find something good. Kyōka hadn’t consciously asked him on a date, but it had certainly turned into one. ‘Stupid people. Why’d you have to be here?’ She grumbled to herself, knowing that if they hadn’t started clapping for them and snapped her out of that spell, she would have kissed the hell out of him and to hell with the consequences.

Sadly, they didn’t find any rare records like she hoped, and they decided to go elsewhere. There was a karaoke place nearby, and they were able to book a private room so she could really test out his musical knowledge.

Sadly for their money, by the fifth song they were too busy making out to care about singing.

-]|[-

‘Hopefully I don’t have to deal with Bakucunt or that uptight guy.’ Izuku thought as he opened the door to room 1-A. ‘Fuck.’ His eye twitched as he saw the blue-haired guy ranting at Katsuki over his feet thrown over the desk in front of him. ‘Okay, so he’s just generally anal retentive and wasn’t just being an ass to me.’

Katsuki noticed him and glared in his direction. “Deku…” He hissed out.

Izuku rolled his eyes and ignored him. The boy looked like he had something he wanted to say, but Izuku didn’t even glance in his direction, walking over to Kyōka instead. “Sup, Violet?” He leaned over.

She smirked and her jacks snaked up and gently wrapped around the back of his neck as they shared a kiss. Gasps wrang out over the PDA while two of the girls squealed joyfully over it. Katsuki’s jaw dropped at the world-shattering sight and of course, there was one person who absolutely had to say something. “This is highly inappropriate!” The blue-haired man yelled out, stomping over to them. “This is not the appropriate location to-” He was chopping the air wildly as he ranted. A cute, cheerful brunette with blush marks on her cheeks walked in and froze, staring wide-eyed at the argument with one foot hanging in the air.

Izuku and Kyōka broke apart and she glared at him, “Do you come with an off switch, dude? You’ve done nothing but rant since you got in here. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that-” The man looked like he had divided by zero. He quickly regained himself, “I cannot stay quiet while you disrespect this hallowed classroom and the great men and women who have come befo-” His glasses flashed as he continued to aggressively chop in their direction.

“You are just going to be exhausting, aren’t you?” Izuku was already tired.

Kyōka rolled her eyes, “Sadly for you, we’re members of the ‘no fucks given’ club and you’re not our sensei.”

“I however, am.” A new voice drew their attention. The adorable brunette let out a squeak and jumped forward, whirling around to stare at the doorway. Laying outside the doorway was a disheveled-looking man in a yellow sleeping bag. “This is the Hero Course. You’re not very rational, are you?” He pulled out a yogurt pouch and drained it dry in one suck before standing and walking in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “In your seats.” He growled out as he stared at his new first year class, “If you’re here to socialize, you can just go home and not come back.”

Everyone got into their seats in a real hurry as they realized their teacher was a hardass. “Fifteen seconds. You’re not a very rational group, are you?” He gave them all a gimlet stare. “I’m your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shōta. Nice to meet you, I guess.”

“Uhm, sensei?” A literally pink girl raised her hand.

“Ashido.” He turned his gaze to her.

“Uhm, why were we called in early? We haven’t even moved into the dorms yet.” Ashido asked, lowering her hand. “Classes weren’t supposed to start until Monday.”

“I’m glad you asked.” Aizawa gave them a rather creepy smirk. “And to put it bluntly, it’s so that you don’t wasting your time or ours if you end up getting expelled day one.” Petrified terror struck most of the students in the room. “I’ve seen all sorts be accepted into this university. Arrogant brats who think they’re destined to be Number One. Studious and diligent students who can’t think their way out of paper bags. Students who crumble at the slightest touch of pressure. I’ve seen it all, and U.A. didn’t earn its reputation by allowing mediocre Heroes to earn their licenses. So now, I’ll test you myself, and if you don’t make the cut you might be grateful if I just decide to knock you down to general education.”

‘Holy shit man…’ Izuku gaped at the intensity radiating from the man. ‘He’s one-hundred percent serious.’

“But how is that fair?!” The cute brunette yelled, “It’s not even the first day!”

“Are rampaging villains fair, Uraraka Ochako?” Aizawa asked. “Natural disasters? Negligent drivers who cause highway pileups? Criminals?” His one visible, beady eye was staring into her soul. “No. The world is unfair, and the ones who correct that unfairness are Heroes. So prove you deserve to be one and keep proving it for the next four years.”

“Regardless of your points, we all earned our spots here.” Izuku glared back, “And none of us are going home without a fight.”

“Good.” Aizawa started to walk out, “Inside your desks are gym uniforms and maps. Meet me on the grounds in fifteen minutes.” He walked out without a backwards glance.

…

“Midoriya, step up.” Aizawa called out and Izuku did so. “You got first place in the Entrance Exam-”

“WHAT?!” Katsuki blew up and blew up, explosions crackling along his hands. He had known Izuku had gotten in. The principal had called both of them to his office to congratulate them. But he was the one who had stolen first place?!

Aizawa’s neck creaked as he looked at Katsuki. “Did I ask for commentary, Bakugō Katsuki?” That made Katsuki’s teeth grind inside his mouth. “Are you a child who cannot control their Quirk? If so, then you’ve volunteered to be the first expulsion of the year.” Katsuki stopped crackling immediately, shock on his face. Aizawa snorted, “The world doesn’t owe you anything. Figure that out before I teach it to you.” Katsuki’s fists clenched. “Now, Midoriya, how far could you toss a softball in High School?”

“Eighty meters.” Izuku replied.

“Good.” Aizawa tossed him a ball. “This is just one of the many gym tests that you’ve done in middle and high school. During which, you were either forbidden from using your Quirk, or, in the case of active mutations you can’t exactly turn off, forbidden from participating at all.” Mezō Shōji frowned at that. It certainly had been his experience. “Understandable a hundred years ago when one in ten had Quirks. Not so much now when the Quirkless rate of children is something like one in a hundred, and yet the Ministry of Education continues to drag their feet.” He looked back towards Izuku, “So we’re going to fix that now. Throw using your Quirk. Do whatever you wish, so long as you don’t leave the circle. Give it your best shot.”

Finally, Katsuki smirked again. ‘Idiot. You should have called me up there. Useless Deku doesn’t have a fucking Qui-’ Inside Katsuki’s head, a record scratched as Izuku shrugged off his gym shirt and revealed his tattooed form. Kyōka licked her lips at the sight while the others gasped. Several disapproving frowns crossed many of the faces there, right up until Izuku held out his arm and Huginn popped out. “WHAT THE FU-” Katsuki couldn’t help but blurt as the raven grabbed the ball and winged it away. It was far faster than a raven had any right to be, flying even faster than a peregrine falcon, and rapidly vanished into the distance.

Aizawa snorted, “How far can it fly?”

Izuku shrugged, “As far as I want him to. He’s not a real, biological raven, after all.” He smirked, “Tested it when I first found out I had a Quirk. Called him back after a day and he had made it to Bolivia.”

The tallest woman in the class did some quick mental math, “So, not quite supersonic, but pretty close to it.”

Izuku looked impressed at how quickly she got that. “Wow, that was good.”

“Not bad.” Aizawa said, manually entering ‘infinite’ as Izuku’s score. “Call him back then, would you?” Izuku closed his eyes, sending his familiar a mental message. In a flash of rainbow light, the raven appeared again, dropped the softball into Aizawa’s hand, and dove back into his arm. “…He can teleport?”

Izuku grinned sheepishly, “I designed them after Huginn and Muninn from the God of War games.”

“Can they teleport you?!” Someone blurted.

“Yeah.” Izuku said nonchalantly, knowing without even looking at him that Katsuki was near another explosion. “It’s pretty tiring though. Not a hundred percent sure why. Way easier when they don’t have passengers.”

“Interesting.” Aizawa said. “But ultimately not relevant right now. Aoyama Yūga, you’re up. Midoriya, back to the class.” He glared at everyone, “This is where you give it your all. Take this seriously, or I’ll ship you out.”

Izuku noticed several of the people who had been giving him dirty looks looked more conflicted now. “That’s a pretty cool Quirk!” Sero Hanta called out with a grin. “Can’t say I envy you though.”

“Indeed.” Another student with the head of a crow called out. “What a mad banquet of darkness to have been born with such markings upon your flesh.”

“Oh, I wasn’t born with them.” Izuku said, “In fact, until three years ago, we all thought I was Quirkless.” Several people winced at that, “And yes, most of the jackasses had a ball picking on ‘Useless,’ especially in middle school.” He chuckled, not having to even glance at Katsuki to know he was gnashing his teeth. “Things got better in High School since the teachers were much better than the trash at Aldera. The bullying stopped real quick, but even still, no one really believed in me or my dream.” He chuckled, “So in a bout of teenage angst and rage against the machine-” Kyōka smirked, “-I went and got a small tattoo near the end of the first year of high school. Turned out to be the best decision I ever made. Started getting more and more of them after that.”

“My apologies for the error.” Tokoyami Fumikage bowed.

“Jeez bro, that’s rough.” Kirishima Eijirō.

Todoroki Shōto walked up as Iida – the really anal-retentive guy – walked over to the testing area. “So, what, you can just get a new tattoo and give yourself new powers?”

“Yes, but with a caveat.” Izuku said, “I’m kind of just winging it and I can hurt myself if I don’t plan things properly.” He winced at the memory, “So I got a flame tattoo on the bottom of my feet. You know, so I could zip around like Endeavor? I thought it would be so cool.” Shōto’s expression dulled even more. “Yeah, it worked, but I wasn’t fireproof. Burned my feet, though thankfully not too badly. I cut it off before real damage could be done.” Several hisses of sympathy rang out. Shōto especially had an expression like someone had taken a shit in his tea. “I was much more careful after that.” He tapped some of the runic text on his left pec. “Tried this one to make myself fireproof. It worked pretty well, but it’s a bit of an energy hog so I can only use it for short bursts along with this.” He tapped the black dragon.

“Jeez, that’s pretty complicated!” Ochako said before she went up and got the second ‘infinity’ of the day. She used her Quirk to remove the ball’s gravity and yeeted it into space. She was all smiles when she came back.

Izuku chuckled, “Yeah, it is. Thankfully, with the ‘living’ tattoos like Huginn and Muninn, I figured out I could just… dismiss them, I guess, rather than calling them back. They just collapse into ink. That way, if something doesn’t work, I can at least get rid of it and free up the space on my ‘canvas.’ It is, unfortunately, expensive as hell.”

‘Nemuri is going to love this kid.’ Aizawa let out a sigh as he watched Sato Rikido hulk out after consuming some sugar and throw the ball half a kilometer. “That’s enough for now.” He ordered, having gotten the information he wanted. “Chat when we’re done.” The class was a little annoyed they couldn’t even network but did as commanded.

The tests continued apace. Izuku took an unreal amount of pleasure with every victory he had against Katsuki. The ash-blonde was furious that Izuku had just popped a Quirk out of his ass, and especially such a badass one. It was, at least, understandable that he had thought he was Quirkless, so he hadn’t been hiding it from Katsuki. But if he had discovered it in the first year of high school, then why the fuck had he gone the rest of the two years not shouting it from the rooftops?! It was infuriating, but nowhere near as maddening as the fact that Katsuki was losing. And not just to the fucking Deku either! Ponytail and Candy-Cane were both smoking him too!

Izuku, meanwhile, was over the moon. Back when he had been ‘Quirkless,’ analyzing Quirks was his favorite hobby. His notebook had appeared in his hand like magic so he could take notes on their Quirks. And his classmates had some amazing Quirks. Yaoyorozu Momo especially, who made a goddamned cannon from her tummy to fire the ball. Her Creation Quirk was completely astounding.

She and Kyōka even made fast friends, with the busty woman helping his girlfriend by making her a small speaker with a gyroscope on it for the standing long-jump. Kyōka had taken immediate advantage of it and used the speaker to fly across the sand pit on a ‘bed’ of sound waves. Unfortunately, that was after the softball throw, so the best his girl could do without any equipment was to use her jacks as a sling.

But as the tests went on and they almost forgot about the looming threat of expulsion, Izuku couldn’t help but frown. What exactly was this accomplishing that the entrance exam hadn’t? Their sensei seemed to like logic, yet Izuku couldn’t see any in this.

Still, he kept his council until the end. “Alright. Time for the results.” Aizawa said, clicking his remote. A hologram popped up.

A proud smile crossed Izuku’s face as he saw his name next to number one. The smile turned gleeful when he saw Katsuki in fourth place. He continued to look down, searching for Kyōka, who had done well in the standing long jump and the seated-toe-touch. ‘Plenty flexible but lacking in stamina and strength. We’ll have to work on that, babe.’ He made his way down, taking in all the names, and wincing when he saw the diminutive Mineta Minoru in last place despite his great performance in the side-to-side stepping.

“Sensei?” He raised his hand before Aizawa could say a word.

“Hmm?” Aizawa looked at him and lazily raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I’m just a little confused over what these tests proved that the Entrance Exams didn’t.” Izuku said. “Some of our Quirks were entirely useless in every test.” Off to the side, the terrified Hagakure Tōru nodded rapidly, not that anyone could see her.

“Hmm, primarily, it gives me a baseline to see what I am working with.” Aizawa responded, “But it also showed me how creatively you could work with your Quirks, as well as how you respond to adversity.” He turned off the hologram, “To put it bluntly, I despise the entrance exam and have been trying to get it changed for many years. Not everyone has a Quirk that works on robots and that means that promising applicants slip through the cracks each and every year.” He put the device in his pocket, “That said, the fact of the matter is that Heroes are first responders. And not only first responders, but often the last ones home too. Quite simply, Heroes cannot be one-trick ponies.”

“Thank you, Sensei.” Izuku lowered his hand. He at least could understand that.

“With that said.” Aizawa glared at Mineta, “I see potential in you despite your difficulties here today. That potential will evaporate like smoke if any of the girls in this school make complaints. Do not think I did not hear your muttering. Be better.” Mineta curdled as he began to tremble in place. He turned to Tōru, “In the gym three times a week. Minimum.”

“Yes sensei!” The terrified but relieved girl called out.

“Good. Several of you should take the initiative as well.” Aizawa relaxed, “Move-ins start tomorrow. Get yourselves settled in the dorms and feel free to use the facilities at your leisure. You’re all adults, so room as you wish. I don’t care what you do on your off time.” That shocked some of them, “But keep in mind that if you add to the population, the two involved will be subtracted from the student body.”

Blushes lit up on more than a quarter of their faces.

“Dismissed!” He called out as he walked away without a word.

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