Yo guys, author here, sorry that this came in late, a couple of things happened this week:
My bedroom window got destroyed (fixed)
I had to fight other students for spots in my college course
Rewatch the anime
and I need to 100% a game that I have
— Ryo POV —
I followed behind Aizawa with the rest of Class 1-A. I can't help but think
'Sports uniforms on the very first day? What are we even going to do? Combat? Obstacle courses? A full-on monster fight??'
I have too many thoughts inside my head
'If we are going to the training ground, are we allowed to use our quirks?'
He imagined his classmates unleashing their quirks for the first time, and he couldn't wait to see how they would perform and what amazing quirks he would be able to see.
His heart pumped faster.
'This is going to be fun!'
When they arrived, the field opened up like a stadium that is vast, clean, lined with markers and equipment he'd never seen before. The size alone made him whistle.
"Whoa… this place is huge."
— 3rd POV —
Aizawa shoved his hands into his pockets and finally spoke.
"Today, you'll be doing the Quirk Apprehension Test."
Murmurs erupted immediately.
"But shouldn't we have orientation first?"
"Can't we do this tomorrow?"
"Sensei, what about the school tour—?!"
Aizawa shot them a glare so sharp it sliced the noise in half.
"If you want pointless festival events, transfer schools. Here at U.A., we train you to be heroes. Not tourists."
Silence fell instantly.
He continued, voice flat but absolute
"Middle schools restricted quirk use. U.A. does not."
He gestured at the field.
"Show me what you can actually do."
Ryo, along with the rest of the class, straightened as excitement buzzed in their blood.
Aizawa then calls out to Ryo
"Takatsuki."
Ryo stepped forward, then Aizawa asked him.
"You placed first in the practical exam. What was your softball score in junior high?"
"Uh—72 meters," Ryo answered.
Aizawa handed him a ball.
"Do it again. This time with your quirk. Anything is allowed inside that circle."
Kirishima pumped a fist.
"Oho!! Quirk throw?! This is gonna be manly!"
Sero whistled.
"Gauntlet boy's gonna go crazy with this!"
Ryo exhaled, then activated his arm.
Armor rippled across his skin.
Claws formed.
The air shifted.
He wound back his right arm and slammed the ball forward
WHOOOM—!!
A gust of wind blasted across the field as he launched the ball skyward. Dust sprayed over the class.
The machine beeped:
467 meters.
"WHOOOAAA!"
"That looked sick!"
"Dude, that arm is AWESOME!"
Compliments and cheers rained over him.
Aizawa blinked once—expression unreadable.
The class thought everything was going great.
That's why his next words hit like a truck.
"You're all acting like this is fun." Aizawa said while looking upon them
He turned, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"But let me make something clear…"
He paused.
"Whoever gets last place in the overall ranking... will be expelled."
Silence prevails over everyone present.
Shivers.
Panic.
Kaminari screamed internally. Mina froze. Iida stiffened.
Aizawa's tone didn't change.
"This is your first test. Heroes don't get warm-ups."
— Test Starts —
50-Meter Dash
Students paired up for the dash.
Iida blasted forward like a rocket.
Todoroki slid across the ice.
Bakugo detonated his way down the track.
Then came Ryo, paired up with Tokoyami.
He flexed his right ar,m armor shifting.
"Readyyyy, GO!!!"
FWIP—CRACK!
Ryo shot forward like a launched beast.
He extended Jabberwocky, using it like a grappling hook burst that yanked him ahead.
He crossed with a strong time, but his hand twitched violently afterward.
"Your quirk is impressive… and terrifying," Tokoyami said to Ryo
"I know," Ryo muttered.
Still trying to make it obedient…
—~—~—~—~—~—~—~—~~—~—~—~
Grip Strength
Sato flexed sugar-muscles like a kaiju.
Tokoyami used Dark Shadow to squeeze the machine mercilessly.
Then Ryo stepped up.
He grabbed the handle with his gauntlet ready.
"Easy… easy…"
He squeezed and
CRRK—CREAK—!!
The machine groaned as the numbers shot up.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, noticing something about Ryo's quirk
"Takatsuki. Is your quirk stable?"
Ryo inhaled slowly.
"…Mostly."
Aizawa looked at him directly in the eye, "'Mostly' isn't good enough."
A chill went down Ryo's back.
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Standing Long Jump
Bakugo blasted across the sandbox like a missile. Asui launches an astonishingly long jump
Ryo crouched and jumped at his highest point the using the Jabberwocky to extend his grappling himself forward for more distance.
Then his gauntlet twitched — armor rattling.
"Not now…" he hissed quietly.
—~—~—~—~—~—~—~—~~—~—~—~
Softball Throw – Others
The class watched as Bakugo's explosion-powered throw hit 705 meters.
Uraraka threw and got INFINITY, sending half the class screaming and the other half being dumbfounded at her score.
The other students also showcased how they utilized their quirks in awesome ways...
Then a nervous tension hung in the air when Midoriya stepped forward.
He clutched the softball with trembling hands, sweat forming at his brow.
The class fell quiet. Even Bakugo stopped barking to watch.
Aizawa's eyes were already on him, analyzing, and unimpressed.
"Midoriya," he said. "Throw it with your quirk."
Midoriya sucked in a shaky breath.
He nodded too eagerly, then planted his feet.
Ryo, watching from the back, felt the air change.
Midoriya pulled his arm back and just as he was about to launch…
…Aizawa's hair suddenly rose.
Erasure activated!
Aizawa's voice cut through the field like a blade.
"Stop."
Midoriya froze, confused and scared.
"You were about to go full output," Aizawa said, deadpan.
"With your current control, that would have shattered your entire arm."
Midoriya's face drained of color.
Aizawa walked right up to him, staring him down with zero softness.
"If you destroy your own body with every use, then you shouldn't even be here.
A hero who can't control their quirk is a liability—to themselves and everyone else."
The words hit Midoriya like punches.
The class was silent, unsure whether to pity him or fear for him.
Aizawa dropped his ability, eyes back to normal.
"…Try again," he said.
"But this time, use your head."
Midoriya nodded frantically, breathing fast, focusing.
He held the ball again this time with care, not desperation.
Aizawa watched closely.
Midoriya brought his hand back.
His fingers twitched. His wrist aligned.
He whispered to himself
"Just the fingertip… focus it… focus it…"
A controlled spark of power crackled at his index finger.
"GO!"
Midoriya snapped his arm forward—
BOOM!
Not an explosion like before, but a tight, clean blast from just his fingertip.
The shockwave kicked up dust, but didn't crater the ground this time.
The ball flew high, streaking across the sky like a miniature comet.
Midoriya gasped, grabbing his hand; only his finger was red and swollen.
Not broken. Not dangling. Not shattered.
Just one injured finger.
The machine beeped the distance.
Aizawa stared.
For a moment, even behind the scarf, there was unmistakable surprise.
"…From full-arm destruction," he muttered, "to limiting the output to a single finger in one attempt."
He exhaled sharply, almost scoffing.
"That's… impressive improvement."
The class murmured, amazed.
Even Bakugo's eye twitched.
Aizawa said with his voice.
"Good work."
Midoriya nearly collapsed from relief.
Aizawa turned away, hands in pockets again, voice returning to monotone.
"With guidance, you might actually survive this school."
Midoriya smiled shakily despite the throbbing in his finger.
Midoriya was still staring at his slightly injured finger, dazed and overwhelmed, when the murmurs of the class suddenly shifted.
Footsteps pounded across the dirt.
"DEKU…?!"
Bakugo stormed forward, eyes wide with fury, palms already sparking violently.
"How the hell—"
Another step.
"—did YOU—"
Another step, explosions crackling louder.
"—GET A DAMN QUIRK?!"
Midoriya flinched backward.
"K-Kacchan—!"
"Don't 'Kacchan' me!" Bakugo snarled, voice low and menacing."You were quirkless! Quirkless! This—" he jabbed a finger toward the distant softball, "—this is suspicious as hell!"
He walked faster, explosions building in his palms, sparks flying.
"You lying piece of—!"
He raised his hand, palm glowing—
FWIP.
Bakugo jerked to a sudden stop, his entire body wrapped by Aizawa's scarf.
The class gasped.
Aizawa stood behind Bakugo, eyes glowing red, hair floating.
His voice was ice.
"Katsuki Bakugo."
Bakugo struggled like a wild animal caught in a net."Let go! Let me go—! He's been lying this whole time—!"
Aizawa tugged the capture cloth tighter.
"If you attack another student in my field," he said calmly, "you won't need to worry about getting expelled. I'll drag you to the disciplinary office myself."
Bakugo froze, breath harsh, chest rising and falling.
Aizawa continued, tone flat but sharp:
"Heroes don't lash out because someone surpassed their expectations. They adapt. They learn."
He released the scarf slightly, but kept Bakugo locked in place.
"And if you think threatening your classmates is acceptable,"
He added,
"You're even less ready for U.A. than I thought."
Bakugo glared at Midoriya, teeth bared in anger, but also confusion… betrayal… disbelief.
Midoriya, gripping his swollen finger, looked down, trembling.
Aizawa finally released Bakugo fully.
"One more step toward Midoriya," he warned
Bakugo backed off, still shaking with rage.
Aizawa turned to the rest of the class as if nothing had happened.
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— after —
Aizawa's Verdict/overall scores of the students are now displayed
The final ranking:
Todoroki
Bakugo
Yaoyorozu
Ryo
Iida
…
Midoriya is slamming dead last.
Everyone froze.
Aizawa sighed.
"No one is expelled."
The entire class collapsed in relief.
"It was a logical ruse to push you. Try harder without being annoying."
But then his eyes flicked toward two students.
"Takatsuki. Midoriya. After class."
Ryo's shoulders dropped.
"Yeah… figured."
He looked at his trembling claw-hand.
"I think I still need more training with you, partner."
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— After Class —
Aizawa stood in the empty room, arms crossed.
"Both of you have serious control issues."
He looked at Midoriya.
"You break your own body because of forcing too much power on your body."
Then looked at Ryo to say.
"You endanger everyone around you. Your quirk reacts on its own, it is unacceptable for hero work."
Ryo lowered his gaze.
"It wasn't always like this… after the practical exam, the power-up made it harder to handle."
"Then you two will start extra training," Aizawa said plainly.
"I refuse to let unstable students run around my class."
It was harsh. And it also was… protective.
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— Walking Home —
Ryo walked down the street, exhausted but satisfied.
He noticed Shoji heading in the same direction.
"Yo, looks like we're going the same way, bro."
Shoji nodded.
"Seems so."
They walked together, quiet but comfortable.
"Why'd Aizawa call you in?" Shoji asked gently.
Ryo scratched his cheek.
"Lack of control. My gauntlet… it reacts too much."
Shoji hummed.
"That can be dangerous."
"I know. It wasn't like this before. After I got that powerup in the exam… everything's harder to control."
Shoji looked at him with sympathy.
"You'll figure it out. You have the resolve."
Ryo smiled faintly.
"Thanks, man."
They continued walking, sometimes talking about things that pique their interest.
End of Chapter.