Chapter 13: A Quirk Assessment Test! Me
A Quirk Assessment Test?" the entire class repeated Aizawa's words in confusion.
Uraraka stepped forward, tilting her head. "But what about the entrance ceremony or the guidance sessions?" she asked, her voice light and curious. She had been excited to experience the traditional start of school and to meet her new classmates and teachers.
"A waste of time if you want to become heroes," Aizawa replied lazily. "You have very little time here at U.A. to learn what you need to. Our school prides itself on its 'freestyle' education system, and that applies to the teachers as well."
The students exchanged puzzled looks. "The softball throw, the fifty-meter dash, consecutive side-steps, endurance running, grip strength, the standing long-jump, seated toe touches, and sit-ups. You've all done these in middle school-without using your quirks. It's outdated, but the Department of Education drags its feet on updating standards." His gaze shifted toward Midoriya.
"Midoriya."
Izuku straightened instinctively, standing like a soldier. Aizawa noticed, a small smile forming in his mind. 'He must be nervous after hearing about the whole 'expelling a class' thing. No wonder he was here first. Still, he's got potential. In the last seven months since I saw him, he's grown a lot. He won't be one of those heading home.'
'With the Omnitrix and his quirk, he should manage just fine," Aizawa mused internally. "Even though his quirk control in those forms is lacking, it's not surprising given his background. We'll work on merging his quirk with the Omnitrix forms later. All Might's training didn't exactly prepare him for this.'
Aizawa's eyes then shifted to Momo. "Momo Yaoyorozu-accepted through recommendations. She's sharp, probably already figured I'm bluffing about the expulsion. But she'll still give it her best."
He glanced at Todoroki. 'Shoto Todoroki... barely used his fire quirk in the recommended exams. There's clearly something off when his father's mentioned. No point speculating now, but it's obvious he won't be using his full power today. I'll deal with that reluctance after the sports festival-he'll likely lose because of it. My words won't hit home without some backing it. The sports festival should at least allow him to be open to it.'
His gaze moved across the rest of the students.
'So far, the only clear problem child is Minoru Mineta,' Aizawa thought grimly, before turning his focus back to the group.
"Midoriya," Aizawa called out, his voice cutting through the chatter. Izuku immediately straightened his posture, his body tense.
"Y-Yes sir," he stammered.
"You got the highest score in history, beating All Might's record. How far could you throw a ball in middle school?"
Izuku opened his mouth to respond, but before he could answer, Bakugou's growl echoed through the air.
"Damn nerd couldn't even get over 50 meters," Bakugou sneered, venom dripping from his voice.
Jirou shot a sharp glare at Bakugou. "The hell is your problem?" she snapped, noticing the way Bakugou's eyes seemed to burn holes through Izuku.
Bakugou's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as he reached the boiling point. His voice erupted in a furious snarl.
"MY DAMN PROBLEM IS THAT DAMN NERD DOESN'T BELONG HERE!" Bakugou shouted, his words hanging in the now suffocating silence. All eyes were on him as he stormed over to Izuku, every step heavy with rage.
Izuku flinched, his heart pounding in his chest, frozen in place as Bakugou stood mere inches away. The blonde towered over him, his face twisted in primal fury. Bakugou leaned in, his hot breath and spit hitting Izuku's face as he roared.
"IS THAT THIS WORTHLESS, USELESS, SORRY EXCUSE IS HERE AT THIS DAMN SCHOOL!"
Izuku winced, his shoulders hunched as Bakugou's voice thundered in his ears, every word like a blow to his self-worth. The room remained tense, no one daring to move, their eyes locked on the unsettling confrontation.
"There's no fucking way I lost to this worthless, useless Deku!" Bakugou spat, jabbing his finger hard into Izuku's chest with each cruel word. Izuku stumbled back slightly, each poke forcing him further into himself. His breaths were shallow, his eyes wide with fear.
Ochako's eyes widened in shock, her heart sinking at the sound of that nickname-the one she knew Izuku hated.
"You fucking cheated to get all those points, you worthless piece of shit! You don't belong here!" Bakugou continued, his voice raw with hatred. "Not someone so pathetic they had to cheat or bribe the fucking judges to get in! There's no way a quirkless loser like you could beat me!"
Izuku's gaze dropped, his hands trembling slightly as Bakugou's words crashed into him like a tidal wave of bitterness.
"There's no fucking universe where I'd be number two to someone so useless-so pathetic-who's been nothing but a shit stain on my life could ever beat me!" Bakugou's voice cracked as he shouted the final words, his face flushed and chest heaving.
Izuku stood there, his body stiff, fear etched across his face as Bakugou's rage threatened to consume him.
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Aizawa was glaring very dangerously at Bakugou. He's eyes were glowing crimson veins on his face his face red. Not only had he insulted the son of the man who had trained him, saved his life more times he could count, but had the audacity to claim he cheated.
He sighed, his tone deceptively calm. "Alright Bakugou." Aizawa said began though his voice had hint that they would be consequences.
"Alright you got second to Midoriya. What was the farthest distance you threw the ball in junior high?" Aizawa asked, deliberately stirring the pot as Bakugou clenched his fists in frustration, feeling humiliated being reminded he was second to Deku.
"67 meters... I think," Bakugou answered through gritted teeth, doing his best to keep his anger in check
"Alright, Midoriya, give him the ball. You'll go with the rest of everyone else," Aizawa said, his voice steady. The blonde snatched the ball from Izuku, who felt a surge of frustration bubbling inside him. He had just been accused of cheating, and yet he had said nothing to defend himself.
"Okay, try using your quirk," Aizawa continued as Bakugou began to stretch in preparation.
"Anything goes. Just stay within the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time," Aizawa instructed, keeping his eyes on Bakugou.
"Alright, man. You asked for it," Bakugou replied, determination sparking in his eyes as he walked to the pitch. The rest of the class began murmuring about the tension of the moment.
"Dude, what's his problem with Midoriya?" Kaminari asked, instinctively backing away from the explosive blonde.
"That guy is unhinged," another student replied, eyes wide with concern.
"You really think Midoriya actually cheated? I mean, 600 points is an awful lot," a blonde-haired boy speculated, crossing his arms as he eyed Izuku skeptically.
"No way, don't be stupid," someone shot back.
"The number is absurd," Tokoyami mused. Izuku clenched his fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. How could they accuse him of cheating? He had earned every damn point, and Bakugou's relentless taunts only stoked the fire inside him.
As the murmurs continued to swirl around him, Ochako stepped forward, determined to support her friend.
"Dekiru?" she said gently, concern etched on her face.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, frustration boiling over. "I'm fine," he snapped, though the tension in his voice betrayed his anger.
Aizawa watched from a distance, feeling a pang of sympathy for Izuku. This was the son of the man he had once admired, the one who had trained him. With a sigh, he walked past Bakugou, who was marching to the pitching area, determination radiating from him.
Aizawa's gaze drifted into the past, his eyes clouding over with nostalgia. "I knew this man long ago," he said softly, a rare hint of emotion slipping into his usually monotone voice. "He taught me something that's stuck with me ever since. He said, 'Words can only do so much. Actions speak louder than words.'"
He paused, as if reflecting on the weight of that lesson, before his focus shifted back to the present. His eyes sharpened, locking onto Izuku with unwavering intensity. "You, Midoriya," he said, his tone firm but carrying an underlying warmth that caught Izuku off guard. "You have potential."
Izuku's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected praise. Never had a teacher-aside from All Might-openly acknowledged his worth. The words sank deep, igniting a mixture of surprise and gratitude in him.
"You earned those 600 points," Aizawa continued, his voice steady but resolute. "I've seen potential in many students, but your actions during the exams? They spoke for themselves."
Aizawa's eyes briefly flickered, as if recalling something, before returning to Izuku with renewed focus. "Now, show them why you surpassed everyone else. Even All Might. You broke 600 points while no one else could even reach 100. Demonstrate the gap between you and the others."
The weight of Aizawa's words hung in the air as Izuku stood frozen, stunned by the unexpected encouragement. His fists clenched as the flames of determination and the power of One For All surged through him. This was his chance-not just to prove himself, but to rise to the challenge and live up to the expectations placed upon him.
Aizawa's final words echoed in his mind. "Show them why you earned that number one spot."
Ochako widened seeing his resolved on his face.
...
"I'll blow that nerd's score out of the water!" Bakugou shouted, instantly drawing the attention of the entire class.
"That damn nerd is useless! You're all looking at the next number one hero!" He jabbed a thumb into his chest, his arrogant grin widening as the class stared at him, some with confusion, others with growing tension.
"This is getting intense," Kirishima said, his voice tinged with excitement.
"Yeah, but why's he got such a problem with Midoriya?" Kaminari muttered, uneasy.
Iida, ever the analyst, adjusted his glasses. "Our teacher seems intent on curbing Bakugou's rude behavior. He aims to discipline him for the better."
Meanwhile, Momo watched the whole exchange, her eyes softening as she glanced at Izuku. She understood all too well the sting of having your abilities questioned-of having someone try to invalidate your hard-earned success by claiming you cheated. Seeing Bakugou so recklessly spewing insults stirred a flash of disdain within her. How dare he act like this?
With a confident smirk stretching across his face, Bakugou rolled his shoulders. "I'll add a little boom to the pitch." He wound up dramatically, his muscles tensing. With a loud roar, he flung the ball, "DIE!"
A deafening explosion echoed through the air, the blast so powerful that smoke rings followed the ball as it flew out of sight, rocketing into the distance.
'Did he just yell... Die?' The class collectively blinked in bewilderment, trying to process the sheer absurdity of his words.
Aizawa, unbothered by Bakugou's outburst, glanced at his device and then casually displayed the result for everyone to see. [705.2 meters]
The class erupted into stunned gasps.
"Woah! That's incredible!" Kirishima exclaimed, eyes wide with admiration. "That's one manly score!"
Bakugou's smirk deepened. "Heh, Deku's gonna get a lower score. Everyone will see I'm the best."
Kirishima, still impressed, couldn't help but admire how boldly Bakugou challenged the rest of the class. But it was also clear to everyone that his main target was Izuku.
"None of you extras can even compare to me," Bakugou sneered, casting a cold, threatening glance toward Izuku. "You think that Deku earned first place? No, that should've been me. I earned my spot!"
The tension in the air grew heavier as Bakugou looked around, his gaze daring anyone to challenge him. "Ha! See that, you extras? That's a real score! I'm the best! None of you-especially you, Deku-will even come close to touching my score!"
The class remained silent, a mix of awe and unease settling over them as Bakugou stood proudly, his ego seemingly soaring as high as the ball he just threw.
Aizawa glanced at Bakugou, his unimpressed gaze sharp enough to cut through the tension. Without a word, he turned back to the class, his tone calm yet commanding.
"You have just three years to become heroes," he began, his voice cold and direct. "We can't afford to waste time being friendly. These tests will be a judgment of your strengths and weaknesses-what you can do, and what you can't."
Ashido's hand shot up eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "So we get to use our quirks?"
Kaminari chimed in, trying to keep the mood light, "Besides the whole Bakugou thing, this is gonna be fun!"
Aizawa's lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Fun, huh?" His gaze swept over the class, his next words dropping like a bomb. "If you think this is fun, then let me add a twist: whoever comes in last place in these tests will be judged as having no potential and... expelled."
A heavy silence gripped the class. Izuku's heart raced. He's serious! I have to give it everything I've got! But I still can't control One For All with my alien forms! Damn it! Think, Izuku!
Ochako's voice broke through the tense atmosphere. "B-But... that's not fair!" she exclaimed, clearly distressed.
Aizawa's expression darkened. "Fair? Life isn't fair. It won't be fair to heroes or the people we're supposed to protect. If life were fair, we wouldn't need heroes. There wouldn't be crimes, disasters, or people desperate for help. Murder, robbery, assault-none of it is fair. Only a few can do something about it." His words weighed heavily, pressing down on the students. "Give your Plus Ultra performance, because if you can't, you'll never become real heroes."
Then Aizawa turned his full attention to Bakugou, his voice dropping into a lethal calm. "Bakugou. Call it my U.A. pride as a teacher, but I don't take kindly to my students being called cheaters. Since you're so confident that you're the best... If you don't beat Midoriya in any of the tests, you will be expelled."
A thick silence blanketed the class, everyone too stunned to speak. Izuku paled, his mind spinning as Bakugou's eyes widened slightly before he quickly masked his surprise with a smirk.
"Tch, as if I'd lose to that damn nerd!" Bakugou barked, folding his arms with a cocky grin. "You think a stupid threat's gonna scare me? I'll blow Deku out of the water like I always do. Keep your expulsion, I'll still come out on top."
Aizawa's gaze didn't waver. "We'll see."
The weight of the threat still hung in the air, and the class could feel the growing tension between their teacher and Bakugou.
"Midoriya, come with me," Aizawa ordered, motioning for him to follow.
As they walked away from the group, Aizawa spoke again, his tone flat but carrying a seriousness that made Izuku tense up. "You're a special case. You essentially have two quirks. Your transformations, which are basically 19 different abilities, and your power-up quirk. Is that correct?"
Izuku nodded. "Yes, but the power-up quirk... it puts a lot of strain on my body. If I go over a certain limit, I'll end up injuring myself. Right now, I can only handle about 8% without getting hurt."
Aizawa frowned slightly. "Which means you're turning yourself into a liability."
Izuku hung his head, nodding again. "I'm still struggling to use it with my transformations."
Aizawa's sharp eyes focused on him. "Then here's how it will go: you'll go twice in each test. Once in an alien form and once as yourself."
Izuku straightened, determination filling his gaze. "Understood, sir."
Aizawa began to walk away but paused, throwing one last piece of advice over his shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing-quit thinking of your forms as separate beings. No matter what they look like, they're still you. They're a part of you. Understand that, or you'll never master them."
Izuku blinked, momentarily confused by the comment, but nodded as Aizawa turned his back and rejoined the rest of the class. As everyone prepared for the tests, Bakugou's furious scowl was fixed on Izuku. He clenched his fists, grinding his teeth.
"I'll destroy him in all the other tests," Bakugou muttered to himself, the fire of competition burning in his eyes.
[Test 1: 50 meter Dash]
Midoriya stood at the sidelines, intently observing his classmates as they showcased their abilities. He marveled at Yaoyorozu, who effortlessly crafted skates from her materials and zipped past the competition. Iida was currently the fastest, his movements sharp and precise, while Tsuyu leaped gracefully, her frog-like agility on full display. Ashido, with her acid, glided across the ground, leaving behind a slick trail as she outpaced Aoyama.
"Midoriya. Bakugou, you're up," Aizawa called, his voice steady and commanding.
Izuku felt a rush of nerves as he shakily approached the starting line, getting into a runner's position. Beside him, Katsuki glared, a storm of rage simmering beneath the surface. "H-Hi, Kacchan-"
"Shut the fuck up," Bakugou snapped, not bothering to look his way.
Izuku swallowed hard. "That's about what I was expecting," he muttered under his breath, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Aizawa raised his timer, "On your marks!"
As Izuku focused, he caught a glimpse of Kyouka in the crowd. She mouthed the words, "Kick his ass," and he felt a surge of determination. He brought his wrist to his face, activating the device just as Bakugou boiled over with silent rage, his thoughts spiraling.
He doesn't belong here. This will prove it.
The rest of the class watched with skepticism, though Ochako and Jirou couldn't hide their excitement. "You got this, Dekiru!" Ochako cheered, her fists clenched in anticipation.
With a press of the button, the dial shot up, and the device flared to life. The attention of the entire class shifted to him, confusion and curiosity dancing in their eyes.
"What is he doing with his watch?" a blonde kid wondered aloud.
"Don't know, but I've never seen a watch like that before," Kirishima replied, intrigued.
"Stop wasting time, you quirkless nerd!" Bakugou shouted, his voice laced with disdain as Izuku scrolled through his forms.
At last, he found the alien he was searching for. He raised his hand, causing everyone to lean in closer in anticipation. With a powerful slam, a massive green light erupted from the device, blinding everyone. They shielded their eyes, gasping in awe.
As the light faded, a collective shock washed over the crowd. Where Izuku had stood now towered Fasttrack, the alien form that left everyone speechless. Bakugou's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the transformation, momentarily frozen in shock.
"What the hell?" Kirishima breathed, his mouth agape.
"Did he just-? No way!" Kaminari exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Suddenly, as if time itself had slowed, Fasttrack began to contemplate Aizawa's words. "They are part of me? What did he... mean?" The world around him blurred, and he locked eyes on the frozen Bakugou, the anger within him boiling over. He recalled every insult, every claim of cheating, every time he had been called a useless Deku.
His fist slammed into the ground, sending a tremor through the earth. "I can't let him define me!" he thought, the pressure of his emotions building.
Then, with a fierce determination, he attempted to summon the power within him. Just as the world snapped back to normal, Fasttrack's eyes burst open, and the air crackled with electricity. "One For All, 8%!" he shouted, blue lightning dancing around him as the power surged through his veins. Dust kicked up around him, and Todoroki stepped back, stunned by the energy radiating from Fasttrack.
I've been seeing my aliens as separate beings, but they are a part of me! They are me! he realized as the starting gun fired.
In an instant, Fasttrack vanished from his spot, leaving behind a whirlwind of confusion. The sheer speed was overwhelming, a sonic boom exploding through the air as he rocketed down the track. The force created shockwaves that rattled the ground, leaving the spectators in utter disbelief.
"Whoa! Did he just-?" Jirou stammered, eyes wide."I knew he was fast... But... Holy shit."
"How fast is he going?" Iida gasped, adjusting his glasses in disbelief.
As he neared the end of the track, Fasttrack struggled to come to a halt, tumbling slightly before regaining his balance. The ground beneath him bore the marks of his speed, deep trenches etched into the earth where he had raced.
The entire class fell silent, jaws dropped in shock, eyes wide as they tried to comprehend the speed that had just obliterated their expectations.
"Unbelievable! He broke the sound barrier!" Kirishima shouted, pumping his fist in excitement.
Fasttrack was panting he stood up One For All crackling around him, a smile forming.
Momo stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. Izuku had told her about his multiple forms, but she had never fully grasped just how powerful they truly were.
At the starting line, Bakugou was similarly stunned, his expression a mix of shock and frustration. He had lost to Deku again, and this time, it had happened in an instant.
"H-He created a sonic boom!" he stammered, still trying to wrap his head around it.
"Yeah," one of the classmates replied, still in awe.
"Super strength, speed, fire powers... This guy is the whole package!" another chimed in.
Bakugou's eyes widened further as he processed this new information. Not only does Deku have a quirk, but he has more than one?!
"Are you guys alright?" Fasttrack called out as he skidded to a halt, concern flashing in his eyes. He knew he couldn't hold back, but he didn't want to hurt any of his classmates.
They all nodded, still reeling from the display. Uraraka approached him, a look of wonder on her face. "Woah! Dekiru, you're so much faster than before!"
"Y-Yeah, but if the distance were a little longer, I think I could've moved even faster," he replied, still catching his breath.
"0.15 seconds!" the robot announced, its mechanical voice cutting through the chatter.
Momo's mind raced as she processed the implications of his speed. 'What speed... To cover that distance in only 50 meters? He must have been moving at Mach 2!'
'He broke my record... so easily... and by a mile at that,' Tenya thought, clenching his fists in a mix of frustration and admiration.
Meanwhile, Bakugou remained rooted at the starting line, grappling with his shock. 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!'
If he had a quirk, he would have had it since we were kids. This... is impossible. No, he must be up to something! It has to be that watch! Bakugou's mind raced, searching for an explanation.
"Hey! You're wasting our time," Aizawa called out, glaring at Bakugou, who flinched at the reprimand. Realizing he hadn't gone yet, Bakugou propelled himself forward using his explosions, quickly closing the gap to the robot.
"04.13 seconds," the robot announced, but compared to Midoriya's score, no one was impressed. All eyes were still on the boy who had just shattered expectations.
Seeing how hard Fasttrack had pushed himself, the rest of the class felt a renewed determination to perform better, especially Bakugou, whose anger began to boil over. However, Kaminari, usually the first to jump into the fray, suddenly looked terrified. "Crap, it's him! Hopefully, he doesn't remember me!"
When Aizawa asked Midoriya to go again this time has human everyone was confused but when green electricity crackled around him and red lines everyone quickly understood as he got a score of "
[Test 2: Grip Strength]
The students were given grip machines that recorded how many pounds of pressure they could pull. Jirou did well, snaking her jacks around the handle and pulling a solid score. Yaoyorozu created some clamps to help her achieve a high mark. The best score so far was Shoji, who utilized his multiple hands to pull an impressive 1,190 pounds.
"Wow, he's strong," Kaminari remarked.
"He's like an octopus or a gorilla," Sero added.
"Octopuses are really sexy," Mineta chimed in with a pervy grin.
Everyone instinctively took a step away from him, redirecting their attention to Shoji.
"Looks like he has the best score-" Aizawa began, but was abruptly interrupted by a loud CRUNCH.
Everyone turned their heads to see the source of the noise. It was Izuku, looking alarmed as he stared at the remnants of the grip machine, which had shattered under his grip.
"Um, s-sorry!" he stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Confusion washed over the crowd as they processed that the usually mild-mannered boy had just destroyed the grip machine with an accidental display of strength.
Aizawa's eye twitched, and he let out a resigned sigh, closing his eyes. "There's always one," he grumbled under his breath.
"It's fine, kid. We have extras just in case this kind of thing happens," he reassured Izuku, though his irritation was palpable.
"Deku," Bakugou hissed, casting a pointed glare at him, still trying to wrap his head around the unexpected mishap.
Izuku activated the Omnitrix prepared to go alien again when Aizawa stopped him."No need." Aizawa said. He sighed. "Let's try not to destroy more of U.A.'s equipment; I don't want the rodent breathing down my neck."
Izuku nodded before he everyone else continued doing their. Momo couldn't help but steal a glance at Izuku. 'Even without his forms he's incredible powerful, he's versatility alone is impressive.'
Ashido couldn't but steal glances at Izuku feeling a bit flustered. 'He was able to go that fast and I couldn't even see him he even beat our resident pretty boy without even breaking a sweat.' she thought with a smile. She glanced at Momo and Toru it was obvious they were crushing on Todoroki which made her more happy she didn't want to have competition from the girl who was crazy beautiful, and she was really starting to enjoy Toru's company.
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[Test 3: Standing Long Jump]
The class gathered around the sandpit, eager to showcase their abilities in the long jump test. Each student took their turn, eager to impress. Laser Boy blasted off with his naval laser, cutting through the air with precision. Bakugou propelled himself into the sky, his explosions giving him a fierce lift, while Asui demonstrated her remarkable jumping skills, clearing the pit effortlessly.
Izuku stepped up next, anticipation sparking in his eyes. He activated the Omnitrix with a familiar hum, the faceplate lifting to reveal a holographic interface. Dialing through the options, a sly grin spread across his face as he considered the possibilities.
The crowd watched in awe as he slammed down on the Omnitrix, unleashing a blinding green flash that illuminated the area. When the light faded, Izuku had transformed into Crashhopper, his new form sending shockwaves through the assembly.
"Crashhopper!" he exclaimed, admiring his reflection, his excitement palpable.
Suddenly, a terrified scream pierced the air as the quiet boy cowered behind Shoji, trembling with fear. The others exchanged confused glances before redirecting their attention back to Crashhopper, their intrigue outweighing their apprehension.
'Now... let's see what this guy can do with One For All,' Crashhopper thought, a confident smirk stretching across his face. Green electricity crackled around his body, pulsating with raw power, but a sudden pain coursed through him as One For All surged into his upper body, the power straining against his form.
Jirou and Ochako exchanged concerned looks, noticing his wince, but he quickly shook off the discomfort, unwilling to show any weakness. 'Okay, can't use One For All through my whole body... it stings... a lot,'he thought, refocusing on his legs as the crackling energy intensified around them.
With a mighty roar, Crashhopper launched himself into the air, defying gravity. The crowd gasped, their eyes widening in disbelief as he soared higher and higher, surpassing the height of the U.A. building.
The breathtaking panorama of Musutafu unfolded beneath him, the city sprawling out like a vibrant tapestry, and his heart raced with exhilaration.
"WHOOO HOO!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the air, pure elation coursing through him.
As he began his descent, sonic booms rippled through the atmosphere, each one a testament to his incredible velocity. The crowd instinctively covered their eyes, bracing for the impact of his return.
Crashhopper hurtled toward the earth, generating a massive shockwave upon landing that sent dust flying in all directions. The force rattled the ground beneath their feet, creating a tremor that reverberated through the sandpit.
When the dust settled, the class stared in awe, struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of Crashhopper's leap. The impact left ripples in the sand, evidence of the power he had unleashed.
As the dust cloud settled, Tsuyu approached Izuku, her eyes catching a faint green flash within the haze. Soon, he emerged, coughing and trying to catch his breath.
"Okay, note to self-my Quirk really boosts my leaping ability," Izuku muttered between breaths.
"That was impressive, ribbit," Tsuyu said plainly. Izuku flushed at the blunt praise.
"T-Thanks, Asui," he stammered.
"Call me Tsu," she replied, tilting her head slightly. "You jumped really high. Must've been the highest score now, ribbit."
"Y-You were amazing too! You had the best score... before... uh..." Izuku trailed off, realizing he had likely surpassed it.
"Ribbit, if you're saying I had the best score before you, then thanks," Tsuyu replied matter-of-fact.
"But you were still amazing regardless! I can really tell you've got powerful legs from your leaping prowess alone," Izuku said, genuinely impressed. Tsuyu smiled in response.
In the background, Bakugou stood rigid, his fists tightening by the second. His eyes were locked on Izuku, and his jaw clenched in silent rage.
"This Midoriya guy is a beast! First that insane speed, now this massive leap? No wonder he scored so high," Sero exclaimed, unable to hide his amazement.
"Indeed," Tokoyami mused. "His transformations seem to be highly specialized. I wonder what form he'll take next?"
Momo, watching from a distance, couldn't help but comment. "His abilities far exceed what most would consider humanly possible. That speed alone was remarkable-surpassing even Hawks," she said, her voice thoughtful and poised. She cast a quick glance at Bakugou, who seemed on the verge of exploding.
"I suppose his 600-point score was well earned," Momo added, speaking with refined precision. Everyone around her grew silent. Bakugou's fists trembled as his face turned red, rage seething under the surface.
Izuku, surprised by her words, turned toward Momo, but his attention quickly shifted to Bakugou, who was glaring at him with unspoken fury. Veins bulged in Bakugou's temple, his lips twitching as if he were struggling to hold back an outburst.
"From what we've observed, his abilities are extraordinary. It's no wonder he secured the top spot in the entrance exam," Ojiro commented, his tail flicking in thought.
"Yeah, it's pretty hard to fake transformations like that," Toru added, her tone full of admiration.
Momo sighed, glancing toward Bakugou but not addressing him directly. "Only a fool would assume that a school as prestigious as U.A. would allow something as ridiculous as cheating."
Bakugou's face twisted in anger, his silence only amplifying the tension. He stood frozen, fists clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. Everyone could feel the pressure, but Bakugou held back-barely.
Izuku turned to the girl who seemed to cast him a small smile, Izuku blushed anytime someone ever stood up for him it just felt so amazing. As he smiled
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[Test 4: Repeated side steps]
One student stood out as he expertly used the balls on his head to bounce from side to side, navigating the exercise with surprising agility. Izuku watched with a thoughtful expression, his finger resting on his chin as he tried to recall where he'd seen such a familiar Quirk before.
"Midoriya." A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Iida approaching.
"Oh, Iida."
"You seem lost in thought."
Izuku blinked before shaking his head. "Oh, sorry! That guy with the purple balls... his Quirk feels so familiar, but I can't put my finger on where I've seen it before. But for now, I'll shelf it-these tests are more important!"
Iida nodded firmly. "Indeed. We must focus. Expulsion on the first day would be entirely unbefitting of a hero!"
Izuku smiled at his friend's seriousness before stepping up for his turn. It was time for the side-to-side speed test, and he activated Fasttrack. In an instant, his body became a blur, darting from side to side with lightning speed, leaving afterimages in his wake. The ground under his feet tore up slightly, marking the trench his rapid movements had carved. The sheer force of his side steps kicked up dust, and he felt his body pushed to its limits.
As he skidded to a stop, the world spun around him. Izuku wobbled slightly, his vision filled with swirling colors as he tried to regain his balance.
"You okay, Green?" Jirou asked, her earphone jacks twitching slightly as she noticed his shaky stance.
Izuku, still dizzy, gave a weak thumbs-up, blinking rapidly. "Y-Yeah... just a little... dizzy from all that," he admitted, his voice a little breathless as he fought to steady himself.
Jirou smirked lightly, though her tone carried concern. "You looked like you were about to tip over there for a second. You might want to take a second before your next move."
Izuku chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I think you're right..."
[Test 5: Ball Throw]
Izuku watched in fascination as his classmates approached the ball throw, each showing unique uses of their quirks. His attention locked on Yaoyorozu as she casually created a cannon from her body and launched the ball skyward with tremendous force. His analytical mind buzzed with questions-how exactly did her quirk work? Could she create anything? He was dying to ask, but nerves held him back. Between the intensity of the exams and the fact that she was a pretty girl, his courage failed him.
As Momo adjusted her shirt after the throw, some of the boys couldn't help but blush.
"F-Focus, Izuku," he mentally scolded himself, cupping his chin. "I need to figure out how I'm going to throw this ball."
Izuku pressed the Omnitrix on his wrist, catching the attention of everyone nearby. The subtle glow and movement of the device never failed to draw curiosity.
Meanwhile, Momo, walking back to the group, kept glancing at him, her brow furrowed slightly. She couldn't help but analyze the boy's abilities. "His quirk is unbelievably versatile," she thought. "Far more than mine. He not only has adaptability but also raw power, something I lack." Her competitive nature simmered, but she admired his skills nonetheless.
Next up was Uraraka, who simply touched the ball and released it, her Quirk erasing its weight as it soared higher and higher until it disappeared.
"Infinity?!" The class yelled in astonishment.
Bakugou clenched his fists in frustration, a vein bulging in his temple. "This gravity chick just had to defend Deku-Dekiru, seriously?! Useless! How did she beat my score?!"
As Uraraka made her way back, the class was still buzzing.
"That was amazing, Uraraka!" a few students praised.
Bakugou shot her a death glare, but his attention quickly shifted when Aizawa called the next name.
"Midoriya, you're up."
Izuku gulped and walked toward the pitching platform, his heart racing. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, but none more intense than Bakugou's burning glare. His mind swirled with thoughts as he approached, knowing exactly who he wanted to transform into. Pressing the button on the Omnitrix, he drew in a breath as the faceplate lifted, and a holographic figure projected above it.
"So, what do you think he'll turn into this time?" Toru asked curiously.
"The ball throw is all about raw strength. That'll be his focus," Iida remarked, adjusting his glasses.
"We've only seen four of his forms so far," Toru continued. "I doubt he's going to show them all today."
"Maybe the fire guy!" Kaminari chimed in excitedly. "He totally demolished that zero-pointer with one punch!"
"I don't think that would work," Momo added thoughtfully. "A fire form might burn the ball."
"Plus, Heatblast isn't even his strength form," Ochako noted casually.
The class froze at Ochako's words, jaws dropping in disbelief.
"W-Wait, the form that obliterated the zero-pointer wasn't his strength form?" Toru asked, her voice tinged with awe.
"Are you serious?" Mina added, her eyes wide as she remembered hearing how the robot had been blown to pieces.
Ochako nodded, flexing her arm. "Yep, he's got a form with way more muscle."
Bakugou was seething at this point, his face twisted with fury. Useless Deku had already beaten him in four tests. To make things worse, Momo had the nerve to call him a fool, and her words seemed truer with every test Midoriya excelled in. But what pushed him over the edge was that Yaoyorozu had beaten him in five tests now. His teeth ground together in anger as he barely contained his rage.
Izuku smiled as the hologram of Four Arms appeared above the Omnitrix. "Mr. Aizawa said I need to go Plus Ultra..." He slammed his hand down on the device, and a bright green flash erupted, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
When the light dimmed, the entire class gasped.
Kirishima's eyes widened as a towering, 12-foot, red-skinned giant with four massive arms stood in Izuku's place.
"W-Wait, he's not Four Arms' manager?" Sato stammered.
"He is Four Arms!" Kirishima said, his voice filled with awe. His respect for Izuku skyrocketed as he admired the alien's immense power.
Four Arms flexed his muscles, the sheer size and definition causing some of the girls to blush, their eyes fixed on the overwhelming display of strength.
Four Arms now in his towering form, cracked his knuckles, ready to make his mark.
Four Arms gripped the softball, red lightning rippling around his massive body like chains of fire. The air itself seemed to pulse with his presence, swirling dust at his feet. With a sudden, explosive motion, he hurled the ball forward.
"SMASH!"
For an instant, there was nothing-no sound, no movement, only the lingering tension in the air. Then, a massive crater burst beneath Four Arms' feet, sending shockwaves rippling across the ground. The ball vanished, rocketing skyward, swallowed by the horizon in mere seconds.
The silence that followed was haunting.
Suddenly, a deafening sonic boom shattered the atmosphere, crashing down from the heavens. The ground convulsed as violent winds howled through the area. Class 1-A fought for stability in the tempest.
Aizawa's capture scarf whipped around Mineta, securing him just as the wind threatened to sweep him away. Iida braced himself, his arm trembling as he shielded Ochako and Aoyama. Jirou drove her earjacks deep into the ground, holding herself steady. Momo summoned a thick tungsten riot shield, straining to hold back the furious storm.
"Where does he get this kind of power?!" Momo shouted, her shield creaking from the pressure.
Bakugo skidded back, palms blasting out rapid-fire explosions to resist the force. Kirishima, skin hard as iron, caught both Mina and Toru, anchoring them. Sero's tape shot into the ground, taut and straining under the winds. Sato gripped Koda, their feet sliding despite their size.
"He can create so much wind pressure with a single throw?!"
Tokoyami summoned Dark Shadow, its claws sinking deep into the earth to stay rooted. Shoto conjured a massive ice wall, cracks spider-webbing through its surface.
"How can he be... this powerful?" Toru's voice quivered, her invisible form clinging to Kirishima.
"That kind of strength..." Todoroki muttered, his face darkening in realization. He had once deemed Four Arms no threat-how wrong he had been.
"You said I had to go Plus Ultra right Mr. Aizawa?" Four Arms said to the pros confusion.
Four Arms grinned, his muscles rippling with One For Alll as he leapt into the air. The shockwave from his jump sent a crushing wave of wind across the field, nearly flattening the class. As he ascended, the sky itself seemed to tremble in his wake.
"It's still in sight," he boomed from above, reeling back his arms for another throw.
Then, with a clap like thunder tearing the world apart, he hurled the ball even further. The air split with the force, the shockwave booming across the campus. The very clouds above tore apart, splitting as if ripped open by the sheer force of his throw. The ball surged through the gap, leaving behind a trail of destruction in its wake.
"T-The clouds split?!" Jirou shouted.
"N-No way..." Toru said.
Aizawa's scarf stretched taut as Mineta flailed against the wind.
Iida's legs buckled, his arm barely holding back the storm as he protected his friends. Jirou's earjacks quivered, driven deep into the earth, struggling to anchor her.
Momo's shield shuddered, on the verge of collapsing from the relentless force.
Bakugo's explosions roared louder, his body shaking as he fought to stay upright. Kirishima's hardened skin cracked, struggling to keep his balance while shielding his classmates.
Sero's tape stretched to the breaking point as he held fast to the ground.
Sato and Koda, despite their strength, were forced backward as the winds overwhelmed them.
"Such tremendous force..." Tokoyami muttered.
Dark Shadow snarled, its form rippling as it gripped the ground desperately. Shoto's ice wall shattered with a thunderous crack, chunks of ice scattering as the pressure broke it apart.
"The wind pressure alone... I can barely stand," Todoroki muttered, eyes narrowing in disbelief. The boy he had once dismissed as no threat now loomed in his mind as a force beyond comprehension.
The ball continued to soar, rocketing higher and higher, its path carving through the sky with unstoppable force. As it climbed, the air around it warped, creating shockwaves as it shattered the sound barrier with a deafening crack. A trail of turbulence rippled in its wake, distorting the clouds as the ball pressed forward.
Higher still, the ball shot toward the outer edges of the atmosphere. The sky around it darkened as the thin veil of blue gradually gave way to the deep, inky black of space. Heat began to build, a fiery orange glow enveloping the ball as it blazed through the upper atmosphere, pushing the very limits of the earth's gravity.
Four Arms began his descent from the sky, his massive form plummeting like a meteor. The wind whipped violently around him, his red skin gleaming under the fading glow of the sun.
Four Arms plummeted from the sky like a living missile, the wind screaming around him as he contorted his body. Just before impact, he shifted his weight, dropping into a controlled descent. He slammed into the ground with incredible force, landing in a perfect superhero pose-one knee firmly pressed into the earth, his other leg extended behind him.
One arm was bent and braced against the cracked ground, fingers digging into the dirt, while his opposite arm extended outward, as if warding off the destruction around him. The ground beneath him shattered, a deep crater forming instantly from the sheer power of his landing.
The shockwave rippled outward, shaking the ground for meters in every direction, but Four Arms held his pose, unmoving, his presence commanding and unshakable amidst the chaos.
Everyone just stood there stunned. Looking at the alien in absolute awe. Four Arms began to break into a grin.
"Superhero landing." He whispered to himself Kyouka blinked in surprised before he stood up slowly.
All Might watched from the corner, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "He's managing to channel the power of One For All through his transformations... enhancing their natural abilities in the process," he thought, his eyes fixed on Four Arms. 'From what I can see, the way One For All interacts with each form-it's almost as if I've given that species the quirk itself. The sheer storm of power it creates is terrifying.'
His grin widened as the realization sank in. 'Tetramands are already immensely strong on their own, but him pouring 8% of One For All into that form...' He couldn't help but chuckle, brimming with admiration. 'Young Midoriya, how do you keep getting so cool?!'
The ground was shattered beneath a massive crater, dust swirling in the air as a giant figure slowly emerged from the epicenter. A hulking silhouette rose, the swirling dust clinging to him like a cloak of power.
Izuku in his Tetramand form, towered over the battlefield. His red-skinned body rippled with muscle, crackling with the energy of One For All. His four glowing emerald eyes blazed with intensity, their light piercing through the dust cloud. It was as if a force of nature had taken on the shape of this alien titan.
Each of his steps caused the ground to tremble, his immense form sending out waves of raw power. Izuku's presence dominated the field, larger and more powerful than anyone in Class 1-A could have ever imagined. His sheer size, combined with the lightning of One For All dancing along his arms, left everyone watching in awe.
Bakugou stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. The nerd-Deku-had transformed into something beyond recognition, a being of overwhelming strength. The wind pressure from Izuku's earlier throw had knocked everyone back, and Bakugou's usual bravado faltered as he stared at the giant alien form before him.
Four Arms glowing eyes locked onto Bakugou, and in that moment, it was clear that this wasn't just a show of strength. This was a declaration.
Izuku's deep, booming voice broke the silence, the sound carrying a weight that rippled through the air. "Aizawa!" His voice echoed, each word filled with raw determination, his gaze fixed on Bakugou. "I know you said actions speak louder than words, but-"
He took a step forward, the ground cracking beneath his weight, the storm of power around him growing. "Bakugou..." His voice lowered, filled with conviction.
"I earned my spot! I earned every single damn point! Not even you are going to tell me I don't belong here!"
His words reverberated through the air, a declaration of everything he'd fought for. Izuku's towering form, with the power of One For All coursing through it, stood like an immovable mountain.
Aizawa, watching from the sidelines, smirked. "This kid..." he muttered, his eyes gleaming with admiration for Izuku's sheer force of will.
But Izuku wasn't done. His voice rose again, each word filled with a resolute strength. "I earned my place here. I earned my number one spot. And I don't care what you say-nothing is going to stop me from becoming a hero!"
The intensity in his voice hung in the air, pressing down on everyone who heard it. Bakugou's hands clenched into fists, his face twisted in anger. This wasn't the Deku he'd known. This was something else entirely-Deku was challenging him, and the fury building inside Bakugou was only getting stronger.
A sharp beep from Aizawa's machine finally cut through the tension, and with a smirk, he revealed the score. [100,000 meters]
"100,000 meters!"
"What!? He threw it over 100, 000 kilometers!" The class shouted in shock as the score was revealed on the screen.
"That thing probably went into orbit." Kaminari said.
"That's so manly!" Kirishima exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.
"Yes, he did it! He unleashed his full power!" Uraraka cheered, her face lighting up with pure joy at the sight of Izuku's record-breaking throw.
"Talk about power-those forms are no joke," Ojiro added, shaking his head in disbelief.
Todoroki, who had initially underestimated Izuku's strength, narrowed his eyes as he watched the towering figure of Four Arms. 'I didn't think he was that strong before... but to be able to create such wind pressure... this is something else. He's far stronger than I thought.'
'I'll need to keep an eye on him.'
Momo stood in awe, her eyes wide. "The sheer power he's displaying..." she muttered, unable to fully grasp what she was witnessing. I didn't know he could push himself this far.
In the background, Toru's invisible form trembled slightly as she watched Izuku's giant form. 'He wasn't showing off at all... he gave everything just to win and pass.'
Guilt crept into her thoughts, her heart sinking. 'Why didn't I push myself harder?' The sense of inadequacy washed over her.
Meanwhile, Mina's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him stand there, victorious. Her hands gripped tightly, a blush creeping onto her face. 'He's... amazing.' She tried to calm herself, but her feelings surged. 'Why is my heart pounding like crazy?!'
Bakugou's hands immediately sparked with small explosions, his face contorting with fury as he stormed forward. "What the hell is this?!" he yelled, his eyes burning with rage as they locked onto Izuku. "DEKU, YOU DAMN NERD!"
But before he could launch himself at Izuku, something pulled him down. His body slammed face-first into the dirt, gravel biting into his skin.
Dazed and disoriented, Bakugou growled, looking up to see Ochako standing over him, her expression sharp with frustration. Her grip on his arm was firm, her eyes glaring down at him.
"Pink Cheeks?! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!"
Ochako's grip tightened, her voice sharp and full of frustration. "You seriously want to know what my problem is, Bakugou?"
Her words were laced with annoyance, her patience clearly gone. "You had the nerve to say Dekiru cheated? When he worked just as hard-no, harder than anyone else to get into U.A.?"
Bakugou struggled to free himself, but Ochako didn't let go. "Fact is," she said, her tone hard, "you got second place on the entrance exam. Second. And just like now, Dekiru beat you."
Her words cut through the air like a knife. "I watched him train until he broke every day, and I'm not going to sit here and let you say he didn't earn his place."
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a more dangerous tone. "The only one who doesn't belong here is the one who couldn't even get a single rescue point."
"And what exactly were you trying to do?" Aizawa's voice was low and deliberate, yet carried enough authority for everyone to hear. His disheveled hair stood on end, and his eyes glowed a fierce red. "Attacking or harming a fellow student or a member of the staff outside of training exercises is grounds for immediate expulsion. So I suggest you back down. Uraraka, please get off him."
With a swift motion, Aizawa wrapped his scarf around Bakugou, yanking him closer. Bakugou's eyes blazed with fury, a seething tempest of emotions churning within him. "Let me go!" he growled, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The humiliation of losing to Deku, the kid he'd always deemed worthless, ignited a firestorm of rage inside him.
"I don't care about your quirk or how talented you think you are," Aizawa continued, oblivious to Bakugou's internal struggle. "You are not a child, and you will not be treated as one. You've interrupted my class due to your broken pride. You got second place-that's a fact. Now, it's time for you to man up, take these tests seriously, and stop wallowing in your defeat."
Bakugou's heart raced, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through him. The truth of Aizawa's words cut deeper than any blow. Not only had Deku beaten him, but he had done so with a power Bakugou could scarcely comprehend. The gap between them was staggering, and the realization gnawed at him like a relentless beast.
"Deku...," he muttered under his breath, the name tasting bitter on his tongue.
A green flash erupted from where Four Arms stood as Izuku emerged from the dust cloud, panting heavily, the weight of his transformation evident in his weary posture.
Everyone looked at him with a mix of admiration, respect, and curiosity, but Bakugou's glare cut through the atmosphere like a blade, filled with unspoken resentment.
Izuku winced in pain, his gaze dropping to his palms, where the skin was torn and raw. "The thunderclap must have damaged my palms," he muttered to himself, masking the discomfort as best he could. Though he tried to hide it, Momo noticed, her keen eyes catching the way he clenched his hands.
"Alright, let's go. We've wasted enough time," Aizawa commanded, his tone brokering no argument.
As everyone began to follow him, Izuku lagged at the back, a faint smile forming on his lips as he took in the remnants of his destruction. His fingers brushed against the Omnitrix, and he clenched his bloodied palms. "It's hero time," he whispered, a renewed sense of purpose sparking within him.
"Ahem." Momo's voice cut through his thoughts, and he jumped back in surprise, his heart racing.
"Y-Yaoyorozu," Izuku stuttered, his cheeks flushing. Panic filled his mind-was she mad at him for the earlier incident?
"Thank you for standing up for me... with Kacchan," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Momo met his gaze, her expression softening. "Give me your hands," she instructed gently. Izuku widened his eyes in shock, hesitating for just a moment before reluctantly offering his palms. She carefully created bandages from her exposed skin, wrapping them around his injured hands with a tenderness that made his heart race. The warmth of her touch sent an unexpected thrill through him.
In the moment of silence that followed, their breaths intertwined, and they both spoke up at the same time.
"I am sorry."
They looked at each other in surprise, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"You don't need to apologize," Momo reassured him, her tone soothing. "Uraraka made it very clear that it wasn't your intention." She continued, her voice softening, "I acted too hastily. I should have recognized how flustered you were during the confrontation."
Izuku blinked, the warmth of her understanding washing over him. "N-No..." He inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. "No, I shouldn't have to apologize either. I stutter when I'm around girls, and my words often come out wrong. That shouldn't excuse my failure to offer a genuine apology."
"But not only did you defend me," Momo countered, her sincerity unwavering, "but I was rude afterward. I owe you the apology."
"You defended me from Bakugou, and when he said people would only use you... it must have hurt even more when I touched you afterward. I'm really sorry for that," Izuku said, his voice heavy with sincerity. Momo felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she finished wrapping his hands, touched by his genuine concern.
"Well, at least you're not stuttering through this apology," Momo teased lightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. The tension eased between them as they shared a quiet laugh.
"Yeah, I guess not," Izuku replied, a faint smile appearing on his face as he met her gaze, feeling a warm connection growing between them.
A shared smile broke the tension, and they both let out a light laugh, the air between them shifting toward something warmer.
"How about we start over?" Izuku proposed, extending his now-bandaged hands, his heart racing with hope.
"Hey, I'm Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.
Momo's cheeks flushed slightly as she took his hands, feeling the sincerity in his grip.
"I'm Momo Yaoyorozu. It's a pleasure," she replied, her own heart fluttering at the genuine connection they were forging.
"S-So, friends?" Izuku asked, his voice filled with uncertainty but laced with hope. Momo's eyes widened in surprise; it was the first time someone had asked to be friends so genuinely. Her heart swelled with warmth.
"Friends," Momo confirmed, her smile radiant as she embraced the newfound bond between them.
[Test 7: Seated toe-touch]
Thanks to his training with Kendo, which required a good deal of flexibility, Izuku managed to ace the test, finishing just behind Hagakure and Ashido, who surprisingly excelled in that area.
Noticing his performance, Mina walked up to him with a playful grin. "Y-You're pretty flexible, huh?"
"Huh? Mina Ashido, right? I-I guess I'm somewhat flexible," he replied, a bit taken aback.
"No way! You totally outdid me, and you should definitely try dancing," she said, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear, "Maybe we can see just how flexible you really are, Mi-do-riya."
Izuku's face turned a deep shade of red, resembling a ripe strawberry. The sight made Mina smile wider as he stumbled over his words, eliciting a cute giggle from her. "Sorry! You just seem really easy to tease."
Flustered and unable to meet her gaze, Izuku stammered, "N-N-No p-p-problem."
[Test 8: Long distance run.]
After a while, only Ojiro, Midoriya, Iida, and Yaoyorozu remained on the course. Yaoyorozu had created a bike and was pedaling steadily, her expression focused. Tsuyu may not have been the fastest but compared to everyone she had the highest endurance not including Midoriya.
Iida was moving incredibly fast, sweat glistening on his brow as he pushed through his limits, determined to give it his all. Ojiro lagged behind, struggling to keep pace.
In contrast, Midoriya had transformed into Fasttrack, a blue blur streaking past them with effortless speed. He resisted the urge to tease, simply calling out, "On your left!" as he zipped by them repeatedly.
Aizawa, observing the scene with his usual indifference, muttered, "It would be a waste of time to explain how everything was calculated, since it was only your performances recorded. Let's just get to the final rankings." With that, he clicked a button on his device, and a holographic screen materialized above them, ready to display the results.
...
#1: Izuku Midoriya
#2: Momo Yaoyorozu
#3: Shoto Todoroki
#4: Katsuki Bakugou
#5: Tenya Iida
#6: Fumikage Tokayomi
#7: Mezo Shoji
#8: Mashiro Ojiro
#9: Eijiro Kirishima
#10: Mina Ashido
#11: Ochaco Uraraka
#12: Koji Koda
#13: Rikido Sato
#14: Tsuyu Asui
#15 Yuga Aoyama
#16: Hanta Sero
#17: Denki Kaminari
#18: Kyoka Jirou
#19: Tooru Hagakure
#20: Minoru Mineta
Izuku's eyes scanned the ranking from the bottom up. "Yes, I'm not in last place!" His excitement was short-lived as he continued upward, slightly widening his eyes when he realized he wasn't among the last ten. As he climbed higher, disbelief washed over him.
"I... don't believe it..." he muttered in astonishment. "I got first again?"
Yaoyorozu glanced at the rankings, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face at not securing first place, but she quickly reminded herself that second wasn't bad. With determination, she walked over to Midoriya, who was still stunned by his achievement.
"Ahem." She coughed lightly, drawing his attention.
"Oh! Y-Yaoyorozu," Izuku said, his nerves palpable.
"Congratulations on your placement," she said warmly, trying to break the ice.
"U-Uh, i-it's n-n-no b-big d-deal," he stuttered, his face flushed.
"You still need to work on your stutter. An upcoming hero shouldn't stutter every time a female is in his presence," Momo pointed out, watching as Izuku blushed deeper.
"I'll try," he replied, determination creeping into his voice.
Nearby, Jirou slumped to the ground in relief, her backside hitting the ground with a thud. "Thank god I didn't get last place."
Izuku approached her, trying to be supportive. "I mean, most of the tests your quirk wouldn't have helped with."
"Don't rub it in," Jirou shot back, her mood lightening despite herself.
"But you still managed a decent placing," Momo added, trying to encourage her.
"Yeah, though I don't think last place is so thrilled we beat him." Jirou jerked her thumb towards Mineta, who was on the ground, wailing.
"NOOOO!" Mineta cried out, his voice rising to a lunatic pitch as he began to sob, tears of blood streaming down his face.
Everyone paused, shocked by his outburst. Aizawa stood a short distance away, arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold with a bemused expression. He was oddly silent, yet the intensity of his gaze conveyed everything-his disbelief, his mild amusement, and perhaps a hint of concern for the boy's mental state.
"I was supposed to go to the hero school! Become a hero! Start a harem! Yaoyorozu was going to be the first girl! I was going to fondle them every day throughout the school year! Then there was Tsuyu; her tongue... I-I can't leave!"
"Is he actually crying blood?!" Kaminari exclaimed, his eyes wide in surprise.
"I can't believe he said that out loud," a boy with big lips muttered, shaking his head.
"Ugh." Tsuyu's voice was flat, her expression unimpressed.
"Guess we found the pervert of the class," the invisible girl remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.
"Lech," Ashido added in disgust. "So gross!"
Momo looked at Mineta, utterly repulsed by his antics. Just as she was about to speak up, he cried out again.
"N-No, I don't want to be expelled!" Mineta wailed, still sobbing. "I haven't even felt up Momo Yaoyorozu! She would have been my Oppai princess!"
Having reached her limit, Momo spoke up, her voice steady but firm. "Would you stop whining? It was a lie."
"Huh?" Everyone chorused in confusion.
"It was a ruse for all of us to push ourselves beyond our limits," Momo clarified, standing tall.
A collective blink of surprise passed through the group.
"WHAT?!" they shouted in shock, their voices echoing.
Aizawa remained quietly observant.
"It's quite obvious," Yaoyorozu said with newfound confidence, facing her classmates, who shot her slight glares. "Yeah, you should have!"