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The following two weeks of preparation for UA breezed by, with a saving grace of Izuku's wardrobe stabilizing in size.
He hadn't grown in height anymore, but he felt like his muscles twisting more around his bones, and pulsing veins bulge underneath his skin every time he exerted himself, which was surprisingly less frequent as he continued his morose-filled routine.
He wasn't bulking up with the muscles tearing and healing overnight, instead it was more like the tendons condensed and multiplied.
His body was becoming denser; stronger. He was much harder to harm now, a collapsed trash pile had proven that - aside from a few minor cuts and bruises - he was fine, completely fine. Even a few minutes later, there wasn't any sign he had been hurt at all!
“Are you sure you have everything packed, sweetie? Extra clothes, your handkerchief?” his mother asked as he tied on his iconic sneakers, which he was thankful they were designed to grow with the wearer, thanks to a Support company patent. His uniform jacket groaned slightly as he hunched himself over.
"Yes, mom. I double-checked last night." Izuku said as he slung his backpack over one shoulder, since the straps weren't long enough to stretch across his back, not without them snapping off when removing it. His button-down shirt had the top undone, and his tie in a sloppy attempt to tie it right, both were unfortunate hazards with his upper body's thickness, but he was grateful it hadn't spread below… mostly.
His dress pants were now a dozen centimeters close to popping at the seams, all tight dense muscles, and while his waistband was loosened a few belt loops, he felt wary on… other increased developments.
His thoughts on the matter halted as he felt his mother's hand on his own.
"Honey, I know I haven't been the…" Inko paused, searching for the right words, "most supportive of your dreams, but you've made it this far, so..." She looked up at her boy, tears of pride in her eyes. "You look really cool right now."
Izuku felt a small smile grace his face as he stood up tall. "Thanks, Mom. I'm heading out."
The commute to UA was nothing major, aside from some people looking at Izuku in awe, whether it was the uniform or his above average height and build, he didn't take it to notice, trying to memorize the distance and somehow work it into his routine.
“Let's see… 1-A… 1-A… where would that be…?” he walked through the halls, barely noticing the scarcely empty halls. He went about aimlessly until he found a marked door with “1-A” vertically set from floor to ceiling, 4 meters tall at least! ‘Huh, must be for the students will growth Quirks... or like me...’ he mused, seeing as he stood almost half as tall as the door.
As he was about to slide it open, he felt a chill of paranoia, something that the heat side of his new Quirk made all the colder. ‘Oh god… what if that stiff guy is in the class? Or worse… Kacchan!? I haven't seen him since the Entrance Exam. Though I made enough academic credits to not go to class, I still graduated in the end...’ the line of thought permeating warmth eased him into the courage to open the door.
“Remove your feet from the desk!” the stern voice boomed. “Our former classmen would be ashamed of your disrespect.”
“Disrespect my ass!” another, jarringly familiar, voice snarked. “They should be thankful they kept it warm for me.”
At the opposite end of the room, with several other students in between, stood the bespectacled angular guy from the Exams attempting to reprimand Katsuki.
The man wearing glasses straightened his form. “Let's start again, I am Iida Tenya of Soumei Academy.”
“Hanh?! An elite, are you? I'll be sure to blow you up first chance!”
Iida flinched at Katsuki’s barb. “B-blow up? Are you really looking to be a hero?!”
Izuku sighed in beleaguered acceptance, hand rising to his face. ‘Figured as much. My luck has never been that good.’ With a fortifying breath and internal thought of ‘let's get this over with’ he strode into the room.
The floor groaned as he stepped inside, getting the attention of the class. Izuku felt everyone's eyes on him, and he felt like squirming. Any motion was halted as Iida sped in front of him.
“Ah, you were at the entrance exam, my name is Iida -”
“I-I overhead!” Izuku fumbled, instinctively holding up his arms to hold off the assumed charge. “My name is Midoriya Izuku.”
Tenya stiffened, and Izuku noticed Katsuki flinch at his name in disbelief. “Ah, I see. Midoriya-san, I feel I must apologize to you, for you realizing the true point of the exam.”
“True point?” Izuku wondered, until he reacted “Oh! It's nothing like that, I just -”
“Ah! I recognize that green hair! I'm glad you goooo-” the bright voice of the nice girl trailed off, and Izuku turned around and looked down to see the brunette gaping openly as she eyed his physique.
“Uh...hehe, hi?” he said awkwardly.
“If you brats are here to make friends, you can leave right now.”
The voice came from the hall, where a man in a garish yellow sleeping bag lay on the floor. Izuku noted that he carried almost no heat signature, even with the clear insulation.
“This is the hero course.” The zipper of the sleeping bag went down, and they saw a pair of hands holding a juice pouch. With a powerful slurp, the man sucked it dry, but with no clear expression other than dead-to-the-world.
'The heck?'
Unknown to him, Iida and the round-faced girl thought the same thing.
The man in the sleeping bag managed to lift himself up to a standing position while still in the sleeping bag. “It took you eight seconds to quiet down. Time is limited. You’re not rational enough.”
Izuku noticed that the air cooled through the classroom as the man hopped over to the podium. In his opinion, he looked like a homeless person. ‘He must be a teacher. That must mean he’s a pro hero.’ Izuku thought to himself. ‘Besides, UA’s security would be able to stop anything... right?’
“I’m Shōta Aizawa, your homeroom teacher.” he droned. “I'd say it's nice to meet you, but you haven't earned that yet.”
‘Homeroom?!?’ Izuku thought to himself. 'what did he mean by not earning it yet?'
The teacher grabbed what looked like a uniform from his sleeping bag. “I know it’s kind of rushed, but put these on and head out into the field.”
“Huh?” most of the class said simultaneously.
“A Quirk assessment test!?” the entire class of 1-A shouted at the same time. “What about the entrance ceremony or orientation?” the nice girl asked.
“If you’re going to be a hero, you don’t have time for such leisurely events.” Their teacher said. “There are very few restrictions on the teachers here. Besides, you’ve all been doing this since middle school, right?”
Sounds of agreement followed.
“You weren’t allowed to use your Quirks during those. Averages of those tests are still used here. It’s irrational, and most likely due to the Ministry of Education procrastinating. Bakugou, you were the top of the practical exam. How far could you throw a softball in high school?”
“107 meters” he respectfully said.
“Try throwing one using your Quirk.” the teacher monotoned. He walked up into a circle at the beginning. “You may do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle.” Aizawa flatly stated.
“DIE!” Izuku’s childhood friend shouted.
‘...Die?’ Izuku thought as they watched him use an explosive blast to send the ball flying.
“Know your own maximum first. That’s the most rational way to form the foundations of a hero.” He held up a device that read the distance the ball went. It read 805.2 meters. “WOAH!” the entire class shouted.
Various things were said. One of the girls who had pink skin and a set of horns cheered “This looks fun!” That caught their teacher’s attention.
“‘This looks fun?’ huh?” Izuku figured something bad was about to happen. “You have three years to become a hero. Do you think that you’ll have an attitude like that the whole time?” A positively evil grin spit the teacher’s face.
“All right then. Whoever gets the last overall in all eight tests gets expelled.”
A panicked yell rang out through the class.
‘Expulsion for the one in last place?!?! This is bad… I can barely use One For All at all! I’ll have to use my Quirk, and who knows what’ll happen!?’
“We’re free to do what we want as teachers, as I’ve mentioned.” Aizawa said, holding his hair up. “Welcome to UA’s hero course!”
“Last place will be expelled?!? But it’s only the first day… no… any expulsion for getting last would be too cruel!!” The nice girl said.
“Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Each of these can end the career or the life of a hero. Now, the real tests begin.”
The first test was a 50 meter dash. Iida got 3.04 seconds due to the fact that his Quirk was built for speed. He was by far one of the fastest. Izuku managed to get 4.27 seconds due to his Quirk. Katsuki got 4.13 seconds. ‘Heh, that'll teach you to step in my spotlight, you useless steroid freak. Seriously, how the fuck else did you get those tumors?’ he thought to himself, knocking into Izuku as he passed by.
The second test was grip. Izuku remembered All Might’s words on All For One, and his own personal analogy. However, his muscles made it fairly easy. He got 850 kg.
The third test was a standing long jump. After his childhood friend used his explosions to fly, Izuku decided to force his Quirk down into his muscles. When he started feeling pain her released them. He got a pretty good score, leaping over the sand to the very end.
The fourth test was repeated side steps. The abnormally small boy with the highest heat signature was doing well using the sticky balls from his head, until suddenly they broke apart and he was sent a ways away.
And then came the ball throw. The nice girl (whose name was apparently Uraraka Ochaco) threw her ball before him. She used her Quirk and let it fly. After about four minutes, Aizawa held up the screen. It had an infinity symbol. Izuku started to panic. ‘Everyone’s had an amazing score at least once! I’ve been in the top, sure, but not the best at any! It’s now or never!’
“It doesn’t look good for Midoriya right now” Iida said.
“As if fucking Deku could do anything, the useless druggie!” Katsuki shouted.
“Then why hasn’t he done the thing he did with the giant robot!?”
‘So that’s it…’ their teacher thought.
Meanwhile Izuku was running through all of the compliments about his future. They came from All Might andhis mother. ‘I’ll definitely become a hero!!’ he mentally screamed, One For All building up. He didn’t notice his teacher’s eyes glowing red. He did notice the fact that both One For All and his other Quirk went dead. Izuku felt physically weak. It was like he would pass out! And then the ball landed. ‘Only 86 meters?!?!’ he thought, mentally calculating the distance. And then a robotic voice confirmed it.
‘W-what happened!?!’ he thought to himself. “I was definitely trying to use it…” he said to himself.
“I erased your Quirk.” his teacher droned. “The entrance exam is irrational. After all, a kid like you got in.”
Izuku paled, and then he saw something. “T-those goggles! I see! You’re Eraserhead, an Underground Hero!” Underground heroes didn't get paid. His father had called them the real heroes. He had said that the Pro heroes may be overrated besides All Might, but the Underground ones, those that voluntarily refused payment or fame, were the true heroes.
“I can tell you can’t control your Quirk.” the underground hero said. “Do you intend to become incapacitated every time you try to save someone?”
“Th-that’s not my intention -” he was then grabbed by the scarves that the underground hero wore, and they pulled him in.
"Whateveryour intention, I’m saying that’s what everyone around you will be forced to do.” Izuku gasped, his sight flickering in and out. “There was once an oppressively happy hero who saved over a thousand people single handedly. You’d break your body when trying to save one.”
By now, his vision was almost gone. “With your power, you can’t become a hero.” He then mercifully closed his eyes and let him go. Izuku collapsed to the ground, panting. “I’ve returned your Quirk. I’ll give you another chance at the ball throw. Now get it over with.” The other students started to mutter to themselves as Izuku hauled himself to his feet and got into the circle. “What should I do?” he said to himself.
‘Will he prepare for an honorable defeat here or will he be intimidated into last place?’ Eraserhead thought to himself as he applied eye droplets. ‘Either way, he has no potential.’
Izuku’s left fist clenched as anger surged through him and with it; Power. ‘He’s right I’ll break myself if I go too far, but,’ One for All and the Heat - ‘No not Heat’ the name came to him. ‘Vulcan.’ Vulcan’s power flowed with the blaze of One for All -
“SMASH!” he roared, forcing both Vulcan and One for All into his index finger. Suddenly, the heat from Vulcan spread from his finger and throughout his body, dragging One for All with it.
From the side of the building All Might watched as his successor, unleashed his true power for the first time, gasping in awe as he felt through One for All surge through his own body, reacting to the power his heir had drawn upon.
Instead of the force weakening, it surged over him and involuntary doubled his movements. The end result was a blistering shockwave and The ball flew incredibly high, and eventually came to a stop. The screen read 15,052 meters.
‘That’s over fifteen kilometers! What did he do?!’ Eraserhead thought to himself.
“Sensei…” Izuku ground out. He clenched his hand, showing that his fingers were steaming and only his shirt made it out unscathed, with apparent heavy burns in the fabric. “I can still move!”
“This kid…” Eraserhead chuckled.
Izuku’s body gave out steam and heat - Vulcan was venting some excess, unneeded heat. Now that it had been named Izuku felt even better, he could feel his body ‘processing’ the heat, using it to enhance him or more specifically his healing
‘What the Ass-pulling Triple Fuck?!’ the explosive boy thought in shock; the power that had been released just now was insane. Something only he should be able to achieve. Something he was beaten at.
By Deku.
And despite every part of him screaming to demand answers, he couldn't move, as though all the energy stopped cold. He absolutely loathed it.
With Vulcan fully realised, Izuku almost dominated the Distance Run - with eyes burning green and body almost invisible to the naked eye, he lapped everyone several times over. And when the test was over he didn’t even look winded.
Ochako’s face heated up slightly - her mind went south at thoughts of how he could apply his stamina with her, she remembered a green haired cutie - not a cinnamon roll of a beefcake!
Of course Izuku was not blind to her or the other girls either - his newly synchronized Quirk meant he was now in possession of a healthy in their sweet coated forms, the way their clothes were clinging to them enti…. Izuku snapped his attention back onto the next test.
The Seated Toe-touch: a much harder test for Izuku, but he managed, Vulcan helping him to limber his muscles up allowing him to be more flexible than his build would normally allow.
Sit-ups Izuku could not dominate like the distance run, but he still outperform his classmates well enough to tip the balance in his favour.
The final rankings were posted;
Momo Yaoyorozu – 1st
Shoto Todoroki – 2nd
Katsuki Bakugo – 3rd
Tenya Iida – 4th
Fumikage Tokoyami – 5th
Mezo Shōji – 6th
Mashirao Ojiro – 7th
Eijirō Kirishima – 8th
Izuku Midoriya – 9th
Mina Ashido – 10th
Ochaco Uraraka – 11th
Koji Køda – 12th
Rikidō Satō – 13th
Tsuyu Asui – 14th
Yūga Aoyama – 15th
Hanta Sero – 16th
Denki Kaminari – 17th
Kyoka Jirō – 18th
Toru Hagakure – 19th
Minoru Mineta – 20th
Izuku damn near sagged in relief, he wasn’t in last place. He wasn’t in danger of being expelled, Minoru however wasn’t so lucky. Wearing an expression of horror and outrage, the class watched in shock as Aizawa said “Pack your things, Mineta - you’re outta here.”
The words were spoken emotionlessly, he had nothing against the boy - he was just doing what he thought was best. Through tears of rage and grief, the purpled-haired midget did as he was instructed and left.
“The rest of you, you’re all done for the day, get changed grab the syllabus and go back home,” he said.
The following day, Izuku looked shocked as a familiar face stepped into the classroom: the girl he helped move in a few weeks ago!
“Uuuoohhh! A real cutie is here!” the electric blond exclaimed.
Aizawa sent a slight glare in his direction. “Due to circumstances, Mineta Minoru has been transferred to General Education, and we have a fresh transfer in his place.”
With a bow, she introduced herself. “Hi everyone! My name is Ōrusiya Fumiko - it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance~.”
Fumiko was the same height as Ochako and just as lovely, the uniform seemed to draw attention to her lithe luxurious legs, with her bust being displayed prominently by her jacket and shirt. Her blue hair was tied in a bob-like ponytail held in place by a headband.
Her enthralling purple eyes seemed to glow as they glanced around. Izuku felt a shudder crawl up his spine as he saw the almost hungry look in them, this was going to be a long school life, wasn’t it?
“Alright, Ōrusiya. You'll take the 19th seat behind Midoriya. First class is in 20 minutes.”
“Midoriya?” Fumiko blinked owlishly, then noticed the mountain of a man with green hair. Her eyes went wide in surprise as she leaped through the air at him. “IKKU~!” she squealed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“EhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!?” the students exclaimed, especially Izuku.