A second chapter a few days after the first? Don't expect it to be a pattern. I really just split the original version in two, because I wanted each chapter to be relatively short, 8000 words maximum. I just wanted to give you time to "get a handle on" the first chapter.

I should warn you: Neito, or Neiro, isn't going to the only Genderbend. The canon Hero course lineup is a sausage fest. And the lineup itself will be different, seeing as how the entrance exam was a free-for-all, where anyone could have passed, anyone could have failed, anyone could have topped out, and anyone could have just barely made it...or failed.

Also, since such things are changing, that means the leaderboard for the top 10 students in the entrance test is different, but it's not really important unless you want me to do a chapters on Neiro's perspective. And I will do it, if such a thing is preferred.

Disclaimer: The following is a nonprofit fan-based parody. My Hero Academia is owned by Shueisha, Viz Media, Shonen Jump, Studio Bones, Funimation, and Kohei Horikoshi. Please support the official release.

Neiro Monoma wasn't quite sure what to make of the two boys walking next to her. They hadn't tried anything right away, so there was solace in that. She wouldn't go as far as saying the green haired boy was in charge of the purple-haired boy, but it was obvious who called the shots.

The first part of the walk was in awkward silence, before Izuku turned to her. "Can I ask you something?"

The girl's half-lidded eyes turned to him. "You can."

"Oh, brother." The sleepy-looking one muttered. If either of them heard him, it didn't show.

"So ... yours is a copying Quirk, isn't it."

This stopped her dead. She must've made it obvious, given how she'd used the first guy's Shocking Fingers (he had boasted about how hot he thought the name sounded several times), and then his friends Fingernail Gun. She continued walking. Whoever this man was, he was clever enough to draw the parallels quickly.

"I did." She might as well get it out of the way. She heard it a lot, the "copycat" or the "useless Quirk" or even "you've got no chance in heroics." Really, she was pretty numb to it at this point.

"Ah, I figured as much." The green boy responded. "And are you, by chance, considering a future in heroics?"

She had to force herself to keep walking, hoping neither of them noticed her stumbling. Usually the people who knew what her Quirk was stopped the subject there, and when she tried to bring up her goals in casual conversation, they usually laughed her off, ignored her, or told her flat out she had no chance. Yet, here was this guy, bring up the topic of her in heroics all on his own. Her automatic responses were slowly dwindling on her tongue. "I ... yeees."

The last question surprised her, though it shouldn't have.

"And are you, by chance, applying for Yuuei?" Izuku wasn't completely expecting the answer to be yes. There were plenty of other Hero school that were easier to get into, albeit less prominent. Not everyone who wanted to be a hero was confident enough - or arrogant enough - to set their standards that high.

"... I am. What does it matter to you?"

"It matters to us," Izuku said, referring to both himself and Hitoshi, "because we're going to Yuuei too." His tone then became much more chipper. "Maybe we'll all be in the same class. I know we just met, but it would be nice to see a familiar face."

He ignored the image of Bakugo in his mind.

"...No, I agree." Neiro replied, a smile stretching across her face. She reached out in a handshake. "By the way, I'm Neiro Monoma." She could at least see what type of Quirks her potential classmates had.

A subtle but very useful part of Neiro's Quirk, was that she got an impression of how it worked before she even used it. It was accompanied by a sensation that came following physical contact with the target of copying.

"Nice to meet you, Monoma. I'm Izuku Midoriya."

Nothing.

The girl's face morphed from disguised politeness to confusion. "You're Quirkless?"

Izuku quickly realized the implications, and an awkward silence fell. Behind them, Hitoshi scratched the back of his head awkwardly, finally noticing how nice the sky looked in the afternoon.

Then, the Quirkless young man looked her dead in the eye, a fire flaring up in his emerald orbs as he spoke without doubt or room for argument. "I Won't Give Up even if everyone else thinks I'm powerless I'll keep working towards it no matter what happens."

Neiro wasn't sure what she could say; the natural response that had practically been bred into human beings since the existence of powers. And her own Quirk wasn't one that worked without another. She didn't exactly have room to talk.

"There are other ways to become part of the hero course." Izuku's continued. "Based on how well we do in the U.A. Sports Festival, they'll consider transferring us. So I and Shinso are going to apply one of the other courses, and work until then. Even if we have to take on every other student in the year to make it."

Neiro had to admit, he had himself convinced, if no one else. And, oddly enough, it seemed he, as well as his friend, were given the same label as herself. Her grin returned, more sincere this time. "Well then, Midoriya, Shinso." She continued walking down the street towards the station. "I think I've found something of a kinship with you."

It was Hitoshi who responded. "Huh?"

"Consider us partners of sorts." She declared. She looked back at them. "If ever you decide to work together towards our ambitions, I won't be hard to find."

"Actually, we were just heading towards training before we ran into you and those guys. You can totally join us today after we make this trip."

"Oh..." She turned away. She wasn't embarrassed, it was totally an expected response. Ooooh, why'd he have to be so unhesitating about it? "Well then, let's get this over with." She continued walking.

Izuku smiled at Shinso. "We've got a new ally." He whispered. "She's sure to pass the Hero entrance exam. If we can convince her, she might give us information on the other members of the hero course. We can use that to get a leg up on them in the festival!"

"And fill a few entries in your journals, right?"

"Exactly." Izuku said, as they continued down the road. "Maybe she'll find a use for them. She is a power copier after all."

When Neiro learned they had their own training grounds, she wasn't expecting a beach buried under slowly shrinking piles of trash. But she went along with it, because they quickly made it clear that they knew what they were doing.

And then she'd felt what they were doing. Hard. She had been tested in hand to hand, in which she hadn't been too wrecked, before being challenged to find as many Quirks as she could hold onto copies of at once, and then train them mercilessly in the form of trying use them to get rid of trash on the beach until they all ran out. Then she was told to assist Shinso in moving the garbage. She had declared against lifting in Shinso's quantities.

"Not every fit person in U.A. relies on lifting strength." She stated matter-of-factly. I don't mind being the slim one, even if everyone there turns out to be a mountain of muscle."

Currently, she was doing a big of Quirk-slash-fitness training by using a minor strength Quirk she had copied to help Hitoshi move a filing cabinet to the dump.

Izuku, meanwhile, was working on their journal entries in his newest set of analysis books: Hero Analysis for the Present: Vol. 1. These would cover his classmates, seniors, and future Juniors, who would be separate from heroes analyzed prior.

Let's see, Hitoshi would need something to disguise his voice, keep his tricks from getting tired by people recognizing the danger of his voice. He'll need some combat equipment. I still need to decide what weapons will suit him.

Izuku enjoyed coming up with new support items, because it was good practice for designing in the Support Course. He had decided that was the course he wanted to infiltrate Yuuei through, since he would get the chance to work on his own costume, as well as theirs. Functions, additional gadgets, weapons ... they would all be completely up to him. And them. Spending two years in engineering club during high school certainly helped.

Neiro is different. She's shown me her costume designs; she already has a way to keep track of Quirk time. What she really needs is some way for her costume to adapt to the copied Quirks as she does.

"...Hair Weave. I doubt she'll be against the idea solely for the purpose of keeping a straight hairline. She's a rather practical person. The real issue is how much hair goes into a hair-weave costume. It might depend on the materials and amount of such..."

"Hey Midoriya?"

"And for another matter, how many watches will she be able to carry on her costume without them eventually getting in the way. The more Quirks she can copy, the more she's likely to add on..."

"Midoriya..."

"Costumes aside, she said she could copy twelve Quirks for fifteen minutes each, but she only recently discovered how to combine them, but if she mastered it, she'd be on a whole new level..."

"Midoriya."

"She said her doctor confirmed she would never be able to use more than one at a time. Then again, mine based my Quirk status off my toe bones-"

"Hey! Midoriya!"

Izuku was snapped out of his thought, and his head shot up to see Hitoshi looking at him in exasperation. Neiro was standing behind him, seemingly hiding (barely) her amusement. "It's almost time to do our Quirk training. Getting deep in your notes again?"

"Yeah," the muscular greenette stood up and moved forward, still paying attention to his notes. "I have some new ideas I want to try out maybe a week from now."

Hitoshi and Neiro followed behind him, the latter attempting to look over his shoulder. "And what are they notes of?" She Insisted. "Trying to keep track of our progress? Hoping to find some form of weakness to work with?"

"More than that." Izuku said, turning around to face her. "I take notes on heroes and villains I think have something to teach me, and I learn about the uses for their Quirks, their costumes and equipment, and their rescue and combat moves." He showed her an entry of herself, with a sketch of her that was currently only the outline. "I don't have a Quirk of my own, so I have to do better than other heroes in every other way to make up for it."

He handed her the book, and she flipped through the pages to find this particular entry was about her, and seemed to go on for pages beyond the sketch.

The notes were unlike anything she had seen or done herself. His notes on her Quirk were spot-on, even in the areas about which she had been purposefully vague. And he even had special move ideas for Quirk combinations based on the types of Quirks she combined; and even categorized them by how many she used at once!

"I guess we're more alike than we thought." She said curtly, passing him the notebook, before pacing ahead of him. "I am a power copier after all."

Izuku looked back at Shinso and mouthed See?

The Brainwash user simply rolled his eyes.

For the next thirteen months, The trio did nothing but train together. It was the most hellish year of their lives. Strength training, endurance training, stretching to improve flexibility, Quirk training for 2 out of 3, and analysis for the 3rd. They never fell behind on their entacademics, meeting for study sessions every Monday. The academic requirements for General studies in U.A. were even higher than those for the hero course, and the Support and Business Courses had even higher requirements than that. They would test themselves every so often on thugs who tried to pick a fight with them, and low-level villains who the Pros had yet to notice or catch. It was vigilantism, but they weren't going to wait for heroes to catch them, or worse, wait for them to commit a crime to punish them for.

In the end, it all paid off. A week before the Hero course entrance test, the beach was cleared, and the three of them were as ready as they would ever be.

"This'll be the last time we see each other for a while." Izuku said to the pair before him panting slightly. "The Support exam is today so the students can be ready to receive the incoming design requests of the hero course students. So before I head off, I want to see what you guys can do."

They didn't get to prepare, able to little much than jump in two different directions as he sprinted forward.

In response, Shinso grabbed his arm and attempted to kick him in the back of his knee, but the much stronger teenager flipped in mid-air, and twisted Shinso's arm behind him.

Realizing he had lost track of Monoma, he looked around, and saw her just out in his field of vision just soon enough to realize she was moving behind him.

Her arms turned into a pair of ropes, and went for his left leg, before she heaved as hard as she could.

To little affect.

Izuku pulled his leg with such force that she flung forward and found his foot planting in her face, and she ragdolled.

Putting what he learned into use, Shinso kicked backwards into Izuku's shin, causing him to stagger slightly. He switched legs and kicked him in the other, before doing three backwards headbutts.

Izuku did one back, causing Shinso to feel a little ... wobbly.

So focused on Shinso was Izuku, that when he felt small spines in the back of his leg, he realized too late that he had taken his focus off of Neiro. He Judo flipped Shinso into where he last thought she was - behind him - only to find she had moved out of the world in time, and she was making use of Fingernail Gun. She fired one with each finger, which he quickly dodged, and continued to fire on him while backing away to keep him from trying to close the distance between them. One landed in his shoulder, and two more in his gut, causing him to wince in slight pain.

She switched to Shocking Fingers, allowing him to charge in. She reached out with her right hand and he moved around it, but this was revealed as a feint when her left hand, cocked back and under her, suddenly darted out and grazed his abdomen. He recoiled at the shock, and was suddenly tackled onto his back by a recovered Hitoshi, who got him into an arm bar hold.

Neiro quickly hopped on top of him, and placed a hand crackling with electricity at the side of his face.

"Do you yield?"

In response, Izuku lifted the arm with Shinso on it, faster than he could react, and slammed him into Neiro, sending them tumbling into a pile. As Izuku sprang to his feet, Neiro planted her feet on the small of Hitoshi's back and, with him ready, pushed him off at Izuku, turning him into a tackling missile.

Izuku, in response, merely held out his fist, and it found itself planted in Shinso's gut, before he dropped to the ground where he writhed in pain. Izuku trapped him in a Body Scissor hold, forcing him to tap three times.

Jumping up to intercept Neiro, he suddenly found his foot caught in the sinking ground?

"Nice, no?" Neiro said, a few feet ahead of him, that self-reassured grin he had come to know crossing her smooth lips. "I got this one off a guy from my neighborhood. He's apparently going to be applying for U.A. as well. Maybe you can tell him I beat you with it before he even did, if you can pass your own test." She spoke in a rather conversational tone.

She was taunting him and he knew it. That said, he was getting frustrated with having to try and think of some way to counter the softening ground. Struggling, no matter how strong he was, would only cause him to sink faster. Heck, it might increase his pace because he forced it with more strength.

Then, he smirked.

When he was just above knee-deep, he reached into his back pocket, and held out, a strange sphere that looked to be made of blue plastic, with a metal band in the middle.

"I guess it's only fitting," he said, grinning at the confused Neiro, "that I almost literally pulled this out of my butt."

...

...

...

Shut up.

He threw it down on the softened ground and much to Neiro's surprise, it coated over with frost, and became encased in ice. Izuku planted both of his arms on the cold platform, and pushed himself out of the soft earth. He sprang off of it, towards Neiro, who made a last-ditch effort to stun him by using Rope Arms to extend her Shock-fingered hand at him.

Izuku jolted violently, losing control of his muscles as the effects of the stun-gun appendage began to take hold.

Fighting through the pain, as was his specialty, he managed to land a chop to her neck.

Before she lost consciousness, Neiro got the dreaded feeling that particular move would be her downfall numerous times in the future.

Several minutes later, she awoke to see Izuku beaming down at her, his green eyes bright in the early morning light. She scrambled to her feet, and saw Hitoshi standing next to him, looking at her as a fox looking upon a tricked hound, even as he nursed his sore arm.

"What was that?" Monoma demanded. "Since when do you carry weapons like that around?"

"It was just for this occasion." Izuku said. "The fact that you guys got me to use it is just the hallmark to show how far you guys came. It's an ice grenade. I won't go any further into detail, because the author doesn't know anything about cryogenics, or other such sciences that other fan fiction writers seem to know about just for the sake of making their work somehow look smart."

"Good point." The Copier noted. "I certainly hope that the readers don't expect ridiculous amounts of convoluted explanation for everything. He is only a human being indulging in a hobby after all, and not a rocket scientist. It wouldn't be fair to him."

"We can only hope." Izuku decided.

"Congratulations, guys." Izuku patted the brainwash user on the back, causing him to wince at the slight sting on a bruise. "You two were awesome before, but now I know you'll get into U.A., and we'll take the festival by storm."

He gave Hitoshi his verdict. "Shinso, you fought smartly enough. You only used direct force to stun me and fought using other techniques instead of just trying to knock me out. You didn't try to rely on Brainwash, and that's okay. You didn't risk time with a trick that you weren't sure worked. Your form is rusty, but it's nothing that can't be fixed with practice, practice, practice. That being said, you could have relied on your environment a bit more. Throwing sand at me would have been a suitable distraction."

Shinso looked at Izuku as if he had given him a new kind of hope, before nodding slowly, but dutifully.

The lean-muscled teen turned his attention to Neiro, who looked apprehensive. "Neiro, as usual, you relied on your Quirks over more brutal close combat, and you surprised me with that last Quirk. You came closer than ever before. Not only that, but at the last moment, you used more than one Quirk at a time in a practical scenario without having to force it, and you used it in a way that was more efficient than the two could ever have achieved separately. That being said, it was still last minute, and therefore done out of desperation, rather than assurance it would work. It's true you should save the ace up your sleeve, but that timing is cutting it rather close. You must have confidence in your tricks, or they will not serve you. And for the most part, you used Quirks your opponent has already seen before. I probably knew how to counter them, but you were fortunate that I didn't have the means."

Neiro really wasn't used to genuine praise. Even after all the work they'd done, it was still an alien concept to her. Granted, most of that time was spent doing the actual work; not much was wasted in words. She nodded mutely.

"Well, I'll be late for my exam if I'm not Quick, so I'd better be off." He broke into a light jog, and waved back at them. "Don't stop improving just because I'm gone."

The two of them watched as he became a speck in the distance. Neiro scoffed. "Just because he's gone indeed. Who does he think he is, that he'd think we'd be lost without him."

...

Shinso spoke up. "Yuuei's not gonna survive him, is it."

"Us, Shinso." Neiro countered, patting him on the back. "Yuuei will not survive us."

Midday

U.A. Testing Building

The written portion of the exam was a breeze, now it was just a matter of the practical. Izuku was handed a card with Group G, Team C on it. He reported to the designated testing center. It was a room the size of arena full of robot parts. Clearly whatever the test was, it involved constructing something already designed, rather than being required to develop something on their own. It made sense. An entrance exam, even one with U.A.-standards, involved seeking out those who meet the bare minimal requirements of what they would be delving all the way into. If you couldn't follow a pre-arranged design, no way you could invent on your own.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and found himself looking down at a voluptuous girl with pink dreadlocks and a heavy-duty pair of goggles grinning excitedly at him.

"You're on Team C right?" She held her own card up to show they were in the same group. "I noticed from across the room."

Izuku looked down at the very small print on his card.

"Nice, right?" She laughed. "My Quirk lets me zoom in to see things from reeeaaally far away. These goggles let me see even further than that. It's one of my favorite babies!"

Izuku stared at her, completely lost.

"I'm Mei Hatsume. Looks like we'll be passing this exam together. What babies have you made?"

Geeze, did this girl even know about phrasing?

He hoped the heat on his cheeks wasn't as obvious as it felt. It was true that positive peer interactions were rare enough for him but interactions with beautiful girls like Neiro and Mei even rarer. He could handle Neiro because she was... a formal person. She kept respectful boundaries between herself and others. Mei, on the other hand, didn't even seem to know that boundaries were a thing.

"Uhhhhh ... Well, you see ..."

"YO, YOUNG ENGIES! WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST STEP INTO HERO SUPPORT!"

Izuku's focus was completely torn away from their conversation. "Oh my GOD! It's the Voice Hero: Present Mic! I listen to his radio show every day of the week! It's so crazy awesome that all the teachers are pro heroes!"

"EVERYBODY SAY HEY!"

"HEY!" Izuku ignored the fact that he was was the only one who contributed to the show of school spirit. And when a few of them glared at him, he took a road he didn't travel often, and flipped them off.

"WELL, THAT YOUNG LISTENER'S GOT MY BLESSING TO PASS. SO, EACH YEAR, THE HERO COURSE STUDENTS APPLY BY USING THEIR QUIRKS TO TAKE DOWN WICKED ROBOTS. HOW DOES THIS INVOLVE YOU? WEEELL..."

A digital display of four different robots displayed above him.

"YOUR JOB IS TO MAKE THOSE BOTS! YOUR GROUPS' DESIGNATED DESIGNS WILL TELL YOU WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING TO HELP MAKE THE BOTS! TEAMS, GRAB YOUR BLUEPRINTS FOR YOUR PARTS, AND WHEN I GIVE THE GO, YOU'LL BEGIN BUILDING!"

Ten rolls of blueprints were revealed as a panel opened in the wall. The greenette grabbed theirs.

"So what are we working on?"

Izuku turned around, and was only slightly off put to see that his partner had somehow moved right behind him without him noticing. Ignoring that, he unrolled the paper and allowed them both to take a look at their project.

The Three Pointers. Weapons, Targeting systems, the model choice...

Well then, time to get to work.

The team was composed of them, and two others, a short-but-muscular, white-haired boy with an ahoge and a steampunk monocle over his right eye, and a slim girl with a black pixie cut, brown eyes, and a burn scar on her left cheek.

Most of the models for the three-pointers had plenty of firepower, but were too bulky to be practical. But eventually, they found one that suited their standards. It had the plating style of any of the others, but it was humanoid, with wheels on their feet, and stun lasers that wouldn't have nearly enough piercing power to kill someone, but did leave serious burn marks wherever they hit. The armor wasn't quite as tough, just enough that they could hit one another with little sacrifice, but they were almost as fast as the usual one-pointers, and they had jets placed on their wastes that delivered short bursts of speed in a limited supply. Their ace was a small mount on their left shoulder, which fired eight miniature concussion rockets before running out.

As he sifted through the unsorted pile of parts, he glared at an optic lense with an almost unseen crack in it. He carelessly tossed it to the side.

"Ow! Careful you idiot! You're lucky it only hit my bionic eye!"

"Oh, shoot! Sorry, Tanashi! Got carried away with hating defective parts! I'll just throw them downwards!"

"Hey, I'm an engineer. I totally know the feeling."

Tanashi aside, he found plenty of other suboptimal parts: a frayed cable, cracked armor, a joint that bent the wrong way... No doubt they were all there on purpose. Fake parts messed up assembly deeper into the process. Another part of Yuuei's nerve-wracking tests.

As it turned out, they just had to make a certain threshold of bots for their assigned hero testing area. But between the four of them they had made almost 50 robots in mint condition!

Izuku was amazed at the skill of his partners. Tanashi seemed to have great skill in the programming of the robots' targeting and identification systems. The burned girl, Haruhi, had maximized the laser's battery efficiency, while minimizing the risk of overheat. Mei had taken the missiles and thrusters to a new level, with heat seeking and improved cooling systems respectively. She had even handled the plating! And ...

"This mobility is incredible!" Mei extolled. "My wheeled babies can only go 42 kilometers per hour, but you made it go 58! And the joints move as freely as a human's!" She began to inch towards Izuku, causing him to back away slightly in response. "What's your secret? I must know, Midoriya! Tell me how to make such good babies!"

"Can't talk!" He said, moving around her to the work area. "Gotta make 'em till we're all out of good parts, and then we'll keep making! Plus Ultra!"

Hatsume grimaced at his easy escape. "I'll figure out your tricks Midoriya! Just you wait!" She grinned wickedly.

Tanashi and Haruhi looked on from a half-finished bot.

"I almost feel sorry for him." Tanashi processed.

Haruhi looked at him with half-opened eyes and a grin. "No you don't."

"No I don't."

"TIME!" Present Mic declared. His voice suddenly became normal-tone. "Your scores will be determined by how well your robots perform in the exam, regardless of how many students they take on, or take down. Just hope they don't take themselves down with shoddy construction!"

With that, they packed up their tools and, despite the controlled chaos, somehow moved out in single files of two or three. On his way out, Izuku couldn't help but glance at Team D's project; a titanic, blocky mech that, when he looked up at it, made him realize just how high up the ceiling was.

"One more thing before you leave..." The Voice Hero enunciated. "Heroes are important, but the tools they carry with them may be even more so! Without you, the hero hopefuls aren't so hopeful. So rock it! Heroes may help the public, but you'll always have the ones who will help the heroes! Plus Ultra!"

Contrary to earlier, the man received passionate applause ... which caused him to tear up.

Two Weeks Later

Midoriya Residence, Living Room

"Are you sure you don't want to see it yourself, Izuku?" His mother asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Your can just tell me when it's done."

The green-haired young man clasped his calloused hand over hers as he looked up and back at her. "It's fine, Mom. I'm not worried. Worst-case scenario, I scored at the bottom of the passing class!" Not wanting to waste time, he opened up the letter and was subject to a projection of Power Loader.

"To one Izuku Midoriya, I can only say ... congratulations! You passed the written exam with flying colors, and the engineering practical with equal spectacle! On a personal note, I couldn't take my eyes off testing area G. Those monsters somehow coordinated themselves into small groups and plowed through unfit applicants like wet grass!"

Well, that was going to be on his conscience for a day or two.

"Only one applicant was really able to fight back against them, and - between us - she got first! I gotta say though, you really took the 3-pointers to another level! How could I not beg you to come to U.A.? Well, time will tell. See ya in three weeks, kiddo. It won't be soon enough!"

With that, the message ended, and the mother-son pair were left in stunned silence.

And then Miss Midoriya started tearing up.

"My baby!"

There were many hugs, tears, and congratulations that night.

Later in his room, Izuku traded messages with Hitoshi and Neiro.

Green_Machine: Guess who passed their entrance exam with flying colors!

PhantomT: Was it me?

MindSlayer62: Also I got into Gen. Ed. if anybody cares.

Green_Machine: Okay very funny, guys. I was talking about me. I passed like *swish*.

PhantomT: It's always about you, isn't it?

PhantomT: You know, MindSlayer was scared you forgot about him.

MindSlayer62: jehsHdehyYdIresi SLANDER!

MindSlayer62: She doesn't know what she's talking about!

Green_Machine: Okay, Okay, guys! If it makes you feel any better, I knew you guys passing was a given, but I'm still excited to hear it.

Green_Machine: Sooo ... how did it go?

PhantomT: ... I got 8th place.

Green_Machine: *Le gasp* That's awesome, Neiro! You made it into the hero course! I told you! I told you that you would!

PhantomT: I will only continue to associate with you on the condition that you never type *Le gasp* ever again. Even after death.

Green_Machine: Hmph. Fiiine.

MindSlayer62: I'm in General Education, not that anyone cares.

Green_Machine: No, that's great, Shinso! It's wonderful! It means everything is going according to plan, and you're in the most important part!

MindSlayer62: Really?

PhantomT: Of course. Just to recount the plan: we all infiltrate different courses, and gather information about the students. We go over what we've learned, and exploit their strengths and weaknesses, and use our powers in such a manner that the whole sports festival is practically rigged. Then our team places at the top ranks in the final even, and we - who were cast away like side characters - will have upstaged the leads entirely.

Green_Machine: You're our Dark Horse, Shinso. Just remember: the Gen Ed course has plenty of students who either didn't pass the hero exam, despite having some level of power, or useful Quirks that just couldn't be used against robots. That means there will be a ton of students like you who will be gunning for one of those hero's desks.

MindSlayer62: No pressure.

[PhantomT has left the chat.]

[Green_Machine has left the chat.]

[MindSlayer62 has left the chat.]

Putting his phone down, Izuku began to stuff his bags and suitcases with needs for his move. He had a hero college to attend.

And so it begins! Izuku and his band of misfits have boldly gone where no one thought they'd go before! Let's see how their next move goes.

Tanashi and Haruhi are two OCs I made solely for the purpose of throwing together a team to make the 3 pointers. They will not be relevant further. Unless you want them to be.

Does this fic seem fast-paced? That's on purpose. I was inspired by fics like NicktheHuman's Deku The Hunter: Support Hero and Flux Casey's BringIng The Heat to try a minimal type of piece, with little exposition, apart from what isn't already stated in canon. I can write all the stuff I want to, and it will take so much less time!