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The results of the entrance exam could not be more amusing. The addition of rescue points was the piece of the zero-pointer puzzle that I was missing. Now if only Kachan would stop chomping at the bit. He was one point ahead of me in villain points. However, he was busy getting those last points while his testing area's zero pointer was rampaging.

My rate of villain kills was higher than his until I decided to save the nice girl. If we tack on my sixty rescue points, I came in first in the entrance exam but who had more villain points was a grey area for Kachan and grey areas are a loss in his demented brain.

If he weren't the only honest friend I had then I don't know if our quirky friendship would have lasted. Most people exaggerate when they say all the kids at school are shallow assholes. I however performed a social experiment. I shapeshifted into a moderately good-looking guy for my class's age group, told them I had a weak face changing quirk and behaved like my normal self.

While quirks have become a new measure in social standing the tried and true perfect body can make up for that. So, given that I wasn't going to see any of my classmates after middle school and my new perspective of children. I didn't hang out with anyone. I was by no means socially awkward; they just weren't worth my time. Figuring out my quirk and recently, All Might's was a much more productive use of my time.

I'm starting to sound like my only friend, but he had the same kind of mindset as me though he would interact with the hanger-on's if it meant less hassle.

But things are different now, it's a new day and a new school and I can't keep isolating myself. I was doing away with the skinny disguise. Given the rigors of the entrance exam, it was doubtful that any gold-diggers would be in our class. Turns out me and Kachan are in the same class.

"You packed everything right? Not just action figures?" my mom teased as I was trying to get out the door for my first day at UA.

"Yes, mom and you know I haven't brought any of those to school since elementary." I replied.

"With your obsession I was just making sure none of them fell in, it would be quite embarrassing if a girl found one in your bag." My mother continued.

She had gained a bit of weight when we thought I wasn't going to get a quirk but with that stressor gone she bounced right back. Now she lives to try and get me to socialize more. Not the I want grandkids obsession, but I think that will rear its ugly head after high school.

"Izuku."

"What?" I groaned out in typical teenage fashion.

"I'm really proud of you son." She softly spoke.

Don't matter how old or tough you think you are, if you have any love for your mother then she can curse you with the warm and fuzzies with just a sentence. Provided you aren't Kachan and his mom.

"I'll see you soon." I answered.

UA high

I want to know who it was that was so tall without actively using their quirk that UA was required to put in such tall doors. I would be too thin if I tried to stretch myself that far.

Oh well, time to see who I will be spending a lot of time around for the next three years.

"Take your feet off of that desk now."

Son of a bitch.

Lawful good characters always think the chaotic good are evil. Ignoring the spat between those two I took a glance at everyone else. There was such a variety of people in here that it made my middle school look like a military school with its uniformity. I almost didn't notice Tenya Iida, I caught his name while scoping out the crowd.

He was walking up to me and doing an incredibly good impression of a robot. If I didn't know that he hasn't seen what's under my skin I would be wondering if he was trying to push my buttons.

"Hello Iida, I'm Izuku Midoriya." I said before he could try to introduce himself again.

"Midoriya, you realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be very perceptive, and I completely misjudged you. I admit, as a student you are far superior to me."

Wow, he's serious.

"Hey! I recognize that messed-up hair! Falling boy!" a familiar female voice exclaimed behind me.

In my holographic acceptance letter, they showed her trying to give some of her points to me after the exam. Never thought someone other then mom could curse me with the warm and fuzzies.

While I was trying to think of something to say to the motor mouth a yellow caterpillar decided to lay himself out in the middle of the hallway.

"If your just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now," the caterpillar spoke.

It was then that Iida and the girl whose name I don't know yet spotted him. for some reason they were acting like he was a ghost or a monster. Its just a guy in a sleeping bag.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." He continued while sucking on some juice packet.

"It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

My brain was currently cycling through its vast hero catalog to find this guy. He must be an underground hero if it was taking me this long, the hobo costume didn't help though.

"Hello I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher. Right let's get to it. Put these on and head outside." He delivered. Declaring himself the king of deadpan.

My only guess is that we were going to the sport field outside for some sort of quirk assessment, given his lack of concern for a traditional teacher persona and his comment on rationality.

I was ahead of everybody so while everyone else went to the locker room I walked straight to the field shifting my uniform into the gym clothes he presented. My quirk is such a cheat code.

Our teacher quirked and eyebrow when I showed up way before everyone else. That's interesting, if he had read my file which should have my quirk given, I'm in the hero course. Then he should know that I can change my appearance and clothes on a whim. If he didn't read mine, then perhaps he didn't read anyone else's. Why would he not take the time to read our profiles, unless he thinks it's a waste of time, but that would mean that he doesn't expect everyone to make it through the first day. What is he planning?

The nice girl was pointing out that we were going to miss orientation. I don't think he cares about any kind of decorum until it becomes a necessary evil.

"If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa spoke.

Most of the class gasped at that. Did they think that the best hero school in the country was going to follow the norm? Granted, a villain must have knocked a few of this guy's screws loose but still.

"Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit."

More gasps.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend that we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn."

I honestly don't agree with that. A government is built upon equal and or fair treatment of everyone, at least on paper. While letting people excel is fine, there always will be consideration for the underachievers. Currently that would be the quirkless. While rare they still do exist. Excluding them or those whose quirks are weaker will lead to a divided society and send us back to the time when quirks were first discovered. Public schools can't function if not standardized and the bar must be set for the lowest to be able to pass.

That's why private schools exist. Its why UA exists. The private sector has always had a higher standard and given out scholarships for those that can't afford tuition. UA has abandoned the fee all together in favor of a merit system and whatever funding the board and principal have come up with. My big brain still hasn't cracked that one.

But in short, Aizawa should get off his high horse.

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most villain points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" he asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Sixty-seven meters, I think." My friend replied. I could see the small frown he had at being reminded that he didn't get the top score overall.

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk." Shota commanded.

It seemed that Kachan wasn't moving fast enough.

"Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time."

"Alright man you asked for it." Kachan replied. I was surprised he wasn't more vocal.

Given the extra heat he added to his throw I retract my previous thought. Seven hundred and five meters was impressive. Some of the class were showing their excitement at being able to use their quirks as much as they want. This wasn't going to end well.

"So, this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time? Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

That got my attention and everyone else's.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?" he stressed.

To add to the intimidation, he held his hair out of his eyes and gave a creepy grin. He would do well as a drill Sargent.

"If that's a problem, you can head home right now." He finished.

The nice girl was the one to voice what some of us were thinking. She has the heart of a good hero, but I begrudgingly have to agree with our teacher on most of his points.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world if full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro your gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA with throw one terrible hardship after another at you."

I hate that I agree with him.

"So, go beyond. Plus, Ultra-style. Show me that its no mistake that you're here."

Honestly, he's like an All Might fan who got blown off and now acts all emo about it but still uses his lines in a twisted fashion. I don't know how to feel about that.

"Now then, were just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin." He finished.

Up first was the fifty-meter dash. With the threat of expulsion everyone was getting creative. A guy with a laser coming out of his belly button turned around and used it to propel himself faster than his legs could have carried him. now if he weren't such a tool I would be impressed.

Fifty-meter dash

Fate was smiling on Kachan today. We were paired up for the first event.

"Ready to lose Deku?" he challenged.

"Not really but that won't stop you from trying, tell me how the view from behind me looks." I retorted.

"On your mark."

"Get ready."

"Go!"

And with that we took off like bullets. I was using One for All at two percent. If I didn't weigh four hundred pounds of metal two percent would have me moving at blinding speeds. As it was, I was only able to keep ahead of Kachan by a small margin. Four seconds verses his four point one three.

"Damn it!" was his choice of expletive.

"How did you get this much faster Deku?!" he shouted.

"Later Kachan, we have other priorities." I dodged.

"Tch, fine." He conceded.

Grip strength test

The grip strength test was more of my wheelhouse. I managed to beat the six-armed guy by about sixty kilograms at six hundred. I am a living machine after all.

Kachan didn't even try to compete. He knows from all the submission holds I've used in our spars that once I get ahold of someone the only way, they are getting away is if they cut off the limb I have in my grasp.

Which is why I could never take any of those old movies about machines taking over the world seriously. The infiltrator units had limbs of steel and would throw their target around? Once you have a grip on your target you either break said limb or snap their neck. Ok now I can see what Kachan is talking about when he says I turn into a killer robot.

Standing long jump

He did beat me at the standing long jump. I was still above others who couldn't enhance their jump with their quirk but curse you my fat ass. I must have said that last bit out loud cause Kachan is laughing.

People asked him what was so funny, but he just blew them off. Good I'm a little embarrassed about my weight now.

Repeated side steps

Repeated side steps were another one that I took to like a fish to water. I was moving so fast that my classmates thought I was leaving after images. Too bad they were a little more solid then they thought. The short kid with the grapes on his head beat me though.

Softball throw

There was no way I was going to get the top score for the softball throw after the nice girl sent hers into orbit. But I was still going to try. Maybe fifty percent again? It wouldn't take more than a couple of minutes to recover and I don't need my arm for the long distance run or the sit ups by then I would have it back for the seated toe touch.

Decision made I started to wind up with One for All at half power. But then One for All left me. What the hell? Phase matter was working perfectly but One for All is gone. The power is still there but I can't reach it.

That was the final piece of my teacher's hero name puzzle.

"So, your Eraser Head." I said while lowering my arm, ball still in hand.

"The judges were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school." He said, perhaps he didn't hear me?

Either way I was pissed.

"You're not ready, you have no self-preservation and you don't have full control of your power. Where you planning on breaking your bones again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?" he asked.

Apparently, he wanted an answer if the half second silence was any indicator.

"Sorry I thought you were being funny." I mouthed off.

His scarf was pretty damn fast and the fact that he could move me was even more impressive so much so that I let him drag me towards him.

"Doesn't matter what you think, fact is you would be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know. One who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend. But even with that drive your worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry Midoriya. With your power there's no way you can become a hero."

I couldn't help it.

I started laughing, no I was in hysterics! This guy was the funniest thing I have ever seen since Mitsuki Bakugo learned to tease. My sudden fit stopped his monologue. This was going to be good.

"I knew from your quirked eyebrow when I first came out onto the field that you didn't read any of our quirk profiles."

That got both eyebrows up.

"If you had then you wouldn't have been surprised at my speed in getting out here. You think that my quirk is a strength enhancer that's all over the place, don't you? News flash. That's just one application of my quirk that I have been theorizing for about ten months before the exam started."

Now his face was shocked.

"I wasn't able to test it out until the zero-pointer showed up and the infinity girl was trapped under rubble. I didn't know it was going to break my limbs the way it did. That was the only time I have used that special move and I haven't had a chance to try it again."

He switched to suspicious.

"How about we up the ante? I know that you are considering expelling me whether I am dead last or not. What I did in the exam I estimate was only half of how far I can take that move. I'll use it full power so that we both know what we are dealing with and then I will subdue you and if you struggle, I will take you to Recovery Girl afterwards. Despite how injured I will be."

The creepy grin is back.

"I enjoy taking arrogant brats like you down a peg. We can do that but you said up the ante so what do you want if you win and what will happen if you lose?" he asked.

"Well pot. This kettle asks that if he wins you hold off on expelling anyone until you have a more, substantial reason and if I lose, not only will I drop out of the hero course but I will refrain from applying to any other hero course in the country! How does that sound sensei?" I asked with the flourish of a super villain.

"Sure, that works."

He released his scarf and his eyes stopped glowing.

"You've wasted enough time get it over with." He said, back to his slothful persona.

This was going to be fun.

Ochaco Uraraka POV

This can't be happening. That green haired boy must be insane. Subduing a pro hero? The blond-haired bomber was laughing like the green haired one. Maybe he knows something.

"Excuse me, Bakugo? Do you know what's going on?" I asked him.

He stopped laughing, though it took some effort. Still grinning like a mad man, he answered.

"We are going to have a front row seat to a first-year student beating down on a teacher." He said.

"Deku has some hidden power that Mr. Aizawa doesn't know about?" I asked.

"His names Izuku, I've been calling him Deku since we were four and he has more tricks up his sleeve then even I know. He always keeps his hand close and doesn't show everyone his cards."

Wow

"What I do know is that Teach's quirk is useless against Deku and it will only be a matter of time before he gets ahold of him and from personal experience. Once he grabs you it's over."

That was high praise coming from this loud and rude person. I wonder how they became friends.

Izuku threw the ball and what a throw it was. At least the same as his friends. I only got a small glimpse but was his arm gone? Then Mr. Aizawa pounced like a big jungle cat. Izuku was wrapped up in our teacher's scarf and his quirk erased. It must be a capture weapon that scarf.

Before Mr. Aizawa could speak Izuku made his move.

He dissolved into a grey cloud of sand! Weird sand. He moved up the scarf and were those blades in the cloud of Izuku? Mr. Aizawa wasn't expecting that if the shock on his face was genuine.

The blades were shredding the scarf! Mr. Aizawa was smart though and abandoned his capture weapon and backed away.

Izuku reformed from the sand like in some sci fi action movie. This must be the true power of his quirk.

He crossed the remaining distance in a flash and teacher and student engaged in CQC.

Or, more accurately, one of them tried.

Izuku POV

I have to give credit where credit is due. Eraser head doesn't give up easily. If I didn't destroy his capture weapon his combat effectiveness would be a lot higher. Right now, though he has been reduced to the damage he can inflict with his arms and legs.

And if it weren't for my immunity to blunt force trauma, I would be in for a world of hurt. His style is brutal and effective. Right now, I was letting him rag doll me. The white-hot sensation in my left arm told me a simulated bone was broken. Then my right leg and jaw snapped.

In under a minute I was left a broken heap on the ground.

"Pride goes before the fall." Aizawa declared.

"Funny, I was going to say the exact same thing." I replied. My voice distorted by my healing jaw.

With that, I used my magnetic field to lift myself up like a marionette by its strings. The effect was a movement that was completely unnatural topped off with a mechanized groan. Shock was the general response.

"I've often wondered, is the pain I feel real or just a trick of memory from when I was, less." I continued, snapping my left arm out to realign the simulated bone to both speed up recovery and create a metallic snapping noise to further intimidate Aizawa.

My right arm was still missing a hand, but the forearm understructure was back, my leg and jaw were finished realigning. I could switch to battle mode to use the outer shell to make a new hand but that would be overkill and something I wanted to save for later.

"Doesn't matter, because now it's my turn, and I don't feel pity or remorse for what I am going to do." I stated.

Now the real fight has begun. Before I just let Eraser Head beat down on me. To get a feel for his style. Now that I had that information, the fight was in my favor.

I still couldn't use One for All reliably with his quirk in the mix and I didn't want to do permanent damage. My strikes with my left fist still hit like a truck when I'm holding back though.

And they were fast.

Faster than Aizawa, if it weren't for his years of experience and battle honed instinct, I would have hit him early into our fight. He couldn't land a hit either, using my phase boost I could slip out of the way of his punches and kicks like water.

It was a battle of attrition.

Something that I could outlast even Kachan at. My muscles don't fatigue, my energy doesn't waver. I am a living weapon with a single goal and more time to achieve it.

A single misstep was all I needed, and it inevitably came.

He was a moment too slow to get out of the way and my punch grazed his shoulder, knocking him off balance. He would only need a similar moment to recover but he wasn't going to get it.

Completely dispersing and reforming my body in front of him with my fist cocked back saved me those precious microseconds I needed to take advantage of his momentary unbalance and ram my fist in his gut.

He was sent flying.

Not extremely far but the force needed to lift a full-grown man off his feet in the span of a few seconds would leave minor internal bruising. Had I used velocity rather than power the damage would have been much more severe. Before he could get off his back, I planted my foot on top of his chest.

"So, do you still think I would be a liability in battle?" I asked, and to further drive home the point, literally, I shifted my now mostly healed right arm into a blade and pointed it at his throat.

Laughter was not what I expected from someone being held at sword point but that's what I got.

"Alright, alright, I give, uncle." He spoke.

I took my foot off Aizawa and offered him my right hand to help him up. I'm nothing if not sportsman like. When he got back on his feet, he held my hand a little longer, examining the still exposed phase matter of my hand.

Not that I could blame him, its been eleven years and I still find myself mesmerized by the structure of my limbs.

"Go, we still have to get through the rest of the tests." He drawled, letting go of my hand.

I wasn't fooled.

I leaned in and whispered. "I'm impressed that you can keep a straight face with that internal bruising. FYI I can also see through walls and people."

With that I walked back to the rest of the class.

The rest of the events weren't as exciting. If you discount a girl in the body of a model pulling out a scooter to use in the distance run. Of which I beat Kachan in and was told to stop in sit ups. Plus, seated toe touch was easy for a shapeshifter. I said they weren't exciting, didn't I?

"All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score." Aizawa monotoned.

I knew that he was just trying to get it over quicker so that he could visit the gingerbread house.

1st Momo Yaoyorozu

2nd Shoto Todoroki

3rd Izuku Midoriya

4th Katsuki Bakugo

The rest I didn't pay attention to. I couldn't find a fault in the top four rankings, at least based on what I displayed.

Momo could make any kind of equipment for any given situation. Bandages and silver nitrate were more valuable then a combat powerhouse when civilians are hurt and EMT's are minutes away when seconds count.

Shoto, has more ranged options then I do. In a head to head I probably could beat him but on a simple what we are capable of scale he is above me. Though why he didn't use the other half of his quirk I don't know. Something to do with heat if his weird body temp on my heat vision was any indicator.

Third and fourth was just personal bragging rights.

"What about your bet with Midoriya?" the spiky red head shouted.

"I was lying, no one's going home."

Wow, that shit eating grin was gold.

"That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry Midoriya, guess I should have said something." Momo apologized.

"What for? I just asked for that safety net to get the conversation over with and he's lying about how close we were to expulsion." I dropped with the subtlety of a WMD.

"What do you mean?" the nice girl now known to be Ochaco Uraraka asked.

"Our puckish teacher expelled his entire class last year on the first day." I shouted.

There was a collective shout of disbelief.

"So, given his history of expelling both the entire and none of his class, he was most likely looking for something beyond our physical performance. Not that it wasn't informative to him. My guess is that he wanted to know how we would perform under pressure. If anyone broke or didn't take his threat seriously they would have been kicked out even if they were first place. Did I get it right Aizawa?" I asked.

"Yes, you did, if I didn't see any potential in any of you, I would have expelled you like last year's batch." He confirmed.

Dead silence was met with that revelation.

"That's it, were done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning." Aizawa finished or so I thought.

"Midoriya,"

I hate long pauses, get to the point hobo.

"Good job, not many understand the value of secrets and surprises. You could be a good underground hero. If you make it past tomorrow." He jabbed at the end.

Damn it, I'm starting to like him. I have to get the last word in somehow.

"You have no idea sensei." I spoke using a perfect imitation of his voice.

His head whipped back so fast after he stopped his walk out that I was wondering if his bones were rubber.

My only response to his incredulous face was my own shit eating grin. Two could play at this game.

Aizawa POV

Izuku Midoriya. He's a wild card. That little voice trick was a taunt. He's still not shown everything he can do. Having a hidden ace in this business can mean the difference between life and death but here at this school it makes it difficult to tailor our training approach to him.

A problem child if there ever was one.

I accept your challenge problem child. I'll pry out every secret power you have before the semester is out.

Now what could that media magnet of a new teacher want. Wouldn't surprise me if he were picking favorites already.

The problem child might be mine, for now. Doesn't matter, picking favorites is illogical.