Izuku Midoriya
Izuku rushed towards his classroom, finally stumbling upon the large door with 1 A written on it.
"Found it… What a giant door!" Izuku said to himself. "I guess the classroom does have to be accessible to everyone, huh?"
Shaking slightly, he reached to open the door.
Behind that door will be the best of the examinees, I REALLY hope I don't end up with those scary guys from before.
Especially Kacchan.
The moment he opened the door, he was blasted by the screams of Bakugo.
"- MIRROR UP YOUR ASS!"
Eh?
Bakugo was locked in a battle of heads with another boy.
No way… someone's standing up to Kacchan.
The boy had light brown skin, messy hair, and the same aura Bakugo had: one of complete confidence in himself.
Next the two was the same uptight boy who had called Izuku out during the practical exam, frantically yelling at the hotheads before him to calm down.
Unfortunately, neither of the boys heard or paid him any mind.
The moment the boy with the glasses laid eyes Izuku, he began stiffly making his way towards him.
"Greetings Midoriya! I am Tenya Lida from Somie Private Academy!"
His voice was just as robotic has the rest of his demeanor. Frankly, Izuku found it intimidating.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya. Pleased to meet you Lida…"
What was supposed to be a common greeting came out as a mumbling jumble of words.
Not off put by Izuku's nervousness, the boy moved closer.
"Midoriya! You, no doubt, perceived the true nature of that practical exam!"
What true nature?!
I didn't perceive anything!
"It is shameful to admit, but I failed to do the same! I misjudged you! Though I loathe to say it, you were the superior candidate!"
What is he talking about?
Izuku felt the urge to turn his head and sprint away from the strange boy as fast as he could.
"Hey! It's you! The plain-looking boy and the curly hair boy!" An upbeat voice brought Izuku out of his nervous contemplation, causing him to flinch in surprise.
Izuku turned around to find the same girl who had stopped him from falling over standing behind him.
It's that nice girl from before!
The girl's face was lit up with an excited smile as she proceeded to physically act out every word that came from her mouth. Izuku suddenly found it incredibly hard to look anywhere in her general direction.
"So today we've got our entrance ceremony and guidance sessions, right?" She said, still as excited as when she began. Where does all that energy even come from?
Disregarding Izuku's clear nervousness, the girl inched closer. "I wonder what our teacher will be like! Oh boy, I'm so nervous right now."
Too close. TOO CLOSE. WAY TOO CLOSE. CODE RED. I REPEAT CODE RED.
A voice interrupted Izuku's metal breakdown.
"If you're here to socialize, you might as well quit now."
Both kids turned to see a yellow caterpillar on the floor.
Wait… is that a sleeping bag?
Izuku and the girl stared at man on the floor with a completely blank expression on their face, unsure of how they should be reacting to the him.
"After all, this is THE hero course."
Had those words come from anyone else, Izuku would have been strongly impacted. However, that was not the case.
The man had a messy, unkept beard, with an even worse off mop of hair on his head. His eyes were ringed with dark circles, shot through with red. He had eyes that screamed "I haven't slept since last month."
Realizing the man was most likely a teacher, the entire class immediately moved to take their seats.
The man got out of his sleeping bag and casually walked to the front of class.
"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Quite irrational of you to be wasting your precious time like that."
His tone did not change once throughout. Is this man ok? Like mentally?
"I'm you're homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."
Izuku's jaw hung open in shock.
So, this messy man… is a teacher? And therefore, a pro hero?
The man grabbed his sleeping bag and began to pull what looked like gym clothes.
"Now, go and change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds. Be quick about it."
Did he… keep a set of gym clothes in the same sleeping bag he slept in? For demonstration??
The sheer number of emotions he was experiencing threatened to force Izuku to become a mumbling mess he was so prone to turning into.
Calm down Izuku. You have to make All Might proud for all that time he put into you!
Hikaru Amateru
Hikaru felt like jumping in joy when Aizawa finally announced the test of quirks.
The show didn't do this man justice. He's even funnier in person.
From the moment he had laid eyes on the man in the sleeping bag, it had taken every bit of self control Hikaru had not to burst into laughter. What sort of aura do you need to have for you to wander around in a sleeping bag and have no one question you? Hikaru admired whatever character trait let Aizawa pull THAT off.
Turning to look at his other classmates, he could see some of them shared a similar sense of excitement. Especially Boomboy.
Man, I can't wait to go up against him in an actual fight.
"UA is known for its freestyle education system. Essentially, as your teacher, I teach you however I please."
Hikaru couldn't help but admire the efficiency of the notion. He would have been rather annoyed if his hero training was determined by some rigid curriculum.
"Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests, you all have done them, correct?" Aizawa stated. "The country still insists on prohibiting quirks on those tests; it isn't efficient of all. The department of education is full of procrastinators."
Despite his words sounding eerily like a complain, Aizawa's tone remained as steady as when he first stepped into class. How does he do that?
"Hikaru Amateru, how far could you throw in middle school?"
Hikaru smiled widely upon being called out.
"Seventy two meters." He said proudly.
"Excellent. Now try it with your quirk. Everything is allowed so long as you are within that circle."
He then pointed at a circle in front of which there was a large field marking distances.
"Give it all you've got."
Hikaru grinned. "Oh I intend to."
All right. How do I go about this?
Should he fire a beam onto the ball after throwing it up? Should he make the mirror lift the ball as high as he could and then smack it from there?
Oh. Why not do both?
Bringing out two mirrors, he carefully set the ball onto one of them and made the other fly upwards as high as it could go. He angled the upper mirror roughly forty-five degrees, lining it up for the perfect ricochet.
Housten, we are a go.
After much experimentation, Hikaru had settled the beams he could release into certain 'modes'.
The light released by the mirrors wasn't the regular light he was familiar with, having properties that didn't quite match. I'm still not sure if its anime bullshit or if this is some physics bullshit I'm not aware of.
Regardless, he so far had two pairs of categories: physical and intangible, along with lethal and gentle.
"Physical gentle beam, maximum output." Hikaru whispered to himself. He found saying what he was about to do out loud helped him focus on the action better. Hopefully, the ball won't vaporise from this.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the ground was lit up by two twin beams blasting at their current maximum output.
Hikaru jumped excitedly as he saw everything work out exactly as he had planned it. The first mirror pushed the ball up towards the beam of the second mirror, which changed its direction to send it flying forward. The momentum from the first beam merged with the push from the second beam, sending the ball flying away.
The entire ground quieted once Hikaru stopped his mirrors from shooting. Calling them back, he turned to look at his teacher.
Unfazed by the spectacle before him, the man lifted a screen.
"It's important for us to know our own limits. That is the first rational step into figuring out what kind of hero you'll be."
The screen in his hands beeped and displayed a number.
709.7 m
Hikaru whistled. Holy moly, I'm SO COOL.
He then turned and winked at a specific angry blond head.
"Beat that, Boomboy." He mouthed, wordlessly.
The boy, to his credit, did not immediately rush towards Hikaru at the taunt. His eyes, however, spoke of murder. Sheesh, what an angry kid.
The entire class erupted in cheers.
"WHOA! THAT'S SICK!"
"710 METERS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
"THIS IS SO AWESOME."
The excitement lasted mere seconds before Aizawa shut it down.
"Awesome, you say?"
His expression contorted into something even Hikaru found scary.
"You're hoping to become hero in three years… and the only thing on your mind is how cool this is?"
"It seems like I failed to inform you of something. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be expelled."
The teacher's words seemed to hang in the air as some of Hikaru's classmates trembled at the weight of them. Damn, he is INTENSE.
"You're fate, is in your own hands." Aizawa said, brushing his hair back. His face now carried an almost feral grin. "Welcome to the hero course at UA."
I should be intimidated. So why… do I feel like this?
Hikaru felt heart beat wildly as he wore the same feral grin his teacher had shown. This place… this environment… it's perfect.
The rest of the tests went on without incident. Hikaru's mood rose and fell depending on what test he was doing, some of them making his quirk essentially useless. Especially the hand grip test.
Bullshit strength-based quirks making everything easy. This test is unfair, I say. Unfair as hell. I demand a refund
And then finally it was Izuku Midoriya's turn to throw the ball.
Hikaru almost clapped in excitement as he prepared to witness a moment from the show in real life.
The greenhead carried an expression on his face which Hikaru could only describe as nervous determination. He could almost hear his thoughts.
This next throw It's for mom. It's for All Might. It's for all those who sacrificed themselves to get me here. I WILL AVENGE YOU.
Queue the inspirational music.
The boy bent backwards, the very air crackled with an electricity Hikaru couldn't pinpoint the source of.
He bent even more, and then with all that pent up energy, he released.
The ball was sent flying.
…
A few meters ahead of where it started. The inspirational music came to a screeching end.
Hikaru had to physically hold his mouth to stop himself from cackling.
"Forty six meters." Aizawa stated plainly.
The number seemed to crush the boy even more, his face turning as pale as a ghost. Wait… was I pale when I was in the chalk stick's domain? Questions for later. Focus Hikaru.
"How? I knew I used it." The boy mumbled to himself in panic.
"I erased your quirk." Aizawa said sharply. "That entrance exam must be completely irrational if it let someone like you get in."
"Are you going to become a medical emergency every time you use that quirk of yours? Whatever plan you had, it would have inconvenienced everyone else around you."
The man used the bandages around his neck to pull Izuku towards him, sending a penetrating glare his way.
"You have that same reckless streak as another man I know. However, unlike him, you're useless after one use. I will give you two more tries, and after that it's over."
Talk about tough love. As expected from the number one hero school in Japan.
The inspirational music started playing again in Hikaru's head.
Izuku assumed the same position he previously had; however, Hikaru couldn't feel the same electricity in the air he had before.
From whichever angle you looked at it, it seemed to be a perfectly normal throw.
That was, until the only thing left touching the ball was Izuku's pointer finger. In one burst, Hikaru felt the finger smash the ball forward, sending out a resounding BOOM.
Izuku clenched his hands.
"You see that Sensei?" He grinned. "I can STILL MOVE."
Aizawa grinned. "This kid…"
HOLY MOLY THIS KID MIGHT BE COOL AS SHIT TOO.
Hikaru couldn't hold himself back anymore. He began clapping as hard as he possibly could.
"That was sick! Nice going Greenbean!"