The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept—mostly because Nana-san wouldn't stop making fun of me for stressing over a "simple hero name." Easy for her to say… she already had one when she was alive.
I stepped into homeroom, still a little groggy. Aizawa-sensei looked even more sleep-deprived than usual, wrapped in his sleeping bag like a caterpillar preparing to die.
"Alright, brats…" he said, dragging himself upright. "Did you decide your hero names?"
A wave of "YES!" rolled through the classroom.
"Good. No.1 of the entrance exam… Katsuki Bakugo. Step up."
Bakugo smirked, exploding confidence leaking out of him.
"Great Explosion Murder God… DYNAMIGHT!"
…He yelled it so loud I think heaven heard him.
Aizawa's eye twitched.
"That sounds like a villain name."
"SHUT UP!!"
Yeah. Typical Kacchan.
Next was Shoto's turn.
"Shoto," he said simply.
Aizawa blinked. "Isn't that just your name?"
"Yeah. I didn't think of anything else."
Fair enough. Even I couldn't remember his canon hero name half the time. Maybe he didn't have one yet in this timeline.
Then Aizawa's gaze landed on me.
"Midoriya Izuku. Your turn."
My heart thumped. Nana floated beside me, arms crossed, watching like a disappointed mother who actually cares.
'Don't mess it up,' she said.
I took a breath.
"…Hero name: Overdrive."
The class reacted normally. No gasps. No laughter. No explosions of shock like with Bakugo or Todoroki.
Good. Safe. Cool.
Dignified.
'You didn't blow it,' Nana said proudly.
'Thank you, Nana-san.'
She huffed and looked away. 'Just don't ask me 500 times about it again. You nagged me all night.'
Worth it.
"Alright," Aizawa said. "Head to the costume selection room."
Class 1-A moved out, led by Midnight-sensei, who already seemed too excited for whatever reason.
I submitted my updated design—mostly canon, but better fitting, cleaner lines, enhanced plating—before heading to the Support Department.
The moment I stepped in, it looked like an apocalypse caused by nerds.
Sparks flying, machines whirring, explosions in the back, ten students arguing over a screw, one girl balancing on a table while yelling about precision calibration…
I had one reaction:
'…This place is a warzone.'
"Excuse me," I tried.
A guy with goggles turned toward me. "What?"
"I need a support item."
"Support item? What kind?"
Another leaned in. "What year are you? Are you preparing for your provisional license?"
"...No. First year. Midoriya Izuku."
They all stared.
"Kid… you need to be at least a second year—or have passed the provisional exam," Goggles said.
"Oh."
That sucked. "Even if I have approval from All Might?"
His face froze like a malfunctioning robot.
"…Sorry, did you say All Might?"
I showed them the form—signed by both All Might and Nezu.
Their jaws collectively hit the floor.
The crowd parted like I suddenly became Moses.
"This way, Midoriya-sama!"
'Man… abusing status feels weirdly good,' I thought.
They guided me to a seat, offered drinks, snacks—someone even tried to give me a footstool.
"Alright," I said, clearing my throat. "Let me explain my quirk."
Instantly, everyone switched into hyper-professional mode.
It was terrifying.
"My quirk is physical enhancement. Because of its overwhelming power, I get serious backlash. My bones break, muscles tear, etc."
Gasps. Notes scribbling. Cameras clicking.
"So I need gauntlets and shoes that can absorb and redirect that recoil. Something that looks like bands that extend into full arm bracers on command."
One guy raised his hand. "That's… extremely specific. Only a few people can design something like that. You should ask Hatsume Mei."
'Hatsume Mei…? She's the one who made guantlets for izuku.'
I followed their directions to the far corner—where a pink-haired whirlwind was tinkering with explosives.
Of course.
"I heard everything," Mei said without turning. "Your specs are ridiculous, Izuku-kun. But here—use these for now."
She tossed gauntlets right at my face. I barely caught them.
"They're not perfect. But they'll handle some power. Give me a month or two for the real deal."
'She's exactly like canon…'
"Thank you, Hatsume-san. I'll remember this."
"Good!" she grinned. "People who use my babies better remember me!"
I had no idea what that meant, but I escaped before she blew something up.
Everyone else was already suited up when I arrived.
"You're late, Izuku," Bakugo said.
"Go change, kid," Midnight said. "Your first test starts soon."
I went into the changing booth and slipped into my custom suit.
The teal-blue armored fabric clung to my frame, cool and snug. The orange X-pattern across my chest glowed faintly under the lights. Red-orange plates protected my shoulders and arms. The segmented gauntlets locked into place smoothly. My boots clicked with each movement—reinforced, balanced, perfect.
Last was the cape—long, white, teal-lined—settling around my shoulders like a mantle.
I felt… different.
Not like a wannabe hero.
Like someone stepping into the person he was supposed to be.
I walked out.
The room went silent.
"WHOA—so flashy, Midoriya!" Kaminari said.
"You rock, bro!" Kirishima added, eyes sparkling.
Bakugo snorted. "Hmph. Now THAT looks like my rival."
Behind them, a few girls whispered.
"Are those… actual abs showing through the suit?"
"He looks… really good."
"When did he get this ripped…?"
I tried not to die from embarrassment.
Then the real problem walked over.
Midnight.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she circled me like a wolf studying prey. Her gloved fingers brushed my shoulder armor, trailing along the seam.
"Oh, relax," Midnight smirked. She leaned toward my ear anyway and whispered, "Just saying… heroes with bodies like yours are dangerous, you know? I might steal you for myself someday."
My soul left my body.
"Hmmmm… Midoriyaaa…" she purred, leaning closer. "This suit fits you almost too well. If you weren't a student, I'd make you my se—"
Aizawa instantly cut in.
"STOP RIGHT THERE."
' Nice one , Aizawa sensei '
But that didn't stop midnight..as she's still examining my body..
"S-Sensei… I'm feeling kind of uncomfortable…"
"Man up, Izuku kun..this is nothing..when your a hero something like this might happen...this is training for that..Also, I'm very comfortable right now..," she corrected shamelessly. "Stay still. Let me appreciate the craftsmanship. And the physique."
She tapped my chest armor, fingers tracing down my arm.
"Perfect symmetry… tight fitting… hmm~ Whoever designed this knew what they were working with."
I was one second away from spontaneous combustion.
Aizawa grabbed her collar and dragged her back.
"Quit harassing the students."
"Oh come on, it's called motivation~"
'Nana san… help…'
'Nope,' she said, laughing. 'You're on your own..'
I exhaled shakily and stepped toward the others, pretending I wasn't dying internally.
Midnight straightened her outfit and shot me a playful wink.
Aizawa sighed. "Class 1-A… get ready. Your first field test is about to begin."
The air shifted instantly—excitement, pressure, anticipation.