The sky stretched clear and merciless above the U.A. training grounds. The students of Class 1-A stood assembled in their new uniforms, nerves buzzing like electricity in the air. Some whispered to one another, some fidgeted anxiously.
Hikaro stood quietly among them, hands tucked into his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning the field.
No cheering. No introductions.Aizawa-sensei made sure of that.
"This is the Quirk Apprehension Test," their teacher said, voice flat and disinterested. "You'll be doing eight physical tests to show how you use your quirks in practical scenarios."
Several students stiffened.
"Hikaro felt a flicker of approval. Good. No distractions. Only the work mattered.
Aizawa tossed a ball lazily at Midoriya.
"You're first. Ball throw. Use your quirk."
Midoriya nodded stiffly and moved into the throwing circle. Hikaro watched carefully — analyzing.
Midoriya wound up, threw—
The ball barely soared past the norm.
The machine beeped: 46 meters.
Murmurs rippled through the class. Hikaro caught Bakugo's snort of contempt.
Without hesitation, Aizawa activated his quirk — his hair floating as his eyes glowed red.
"I erased your quirk," he said coolly. "You were planning to destroy your arm weren't you ."
Midoriya shrank under the weight of that cold gaze.
"This isn't gym class, would you break your arm every time you fought a villain" Aizawa continued. "It's life or death."
Hikaro's fists tightened slightly in his pockets.
He understood.
This was survival.
And survival demanded results.
1. Ball Throw
When Hikaro's turn came, the class was already buzzing with anxiety. Uraraka had scored infinity with her Zero Gravity; Bakugo had blasted the ball past the far hills.
Still, all eyes turned when Hikaro stepped forward.
He caught the ball tossed to him with an easy flick of his wrist.
A hum of magnetic force vibrated softly around him. Tiny flecks of metallic dust lifted off the ground, swirling around his hand.
He focused his energy, forming a dense magnetic sphere around the ball — compact and precise.
Then, with a twist of his wrist and a pulse of energy, he launched it.
The ball tore through the air like a comet, vanishing almost instantly into the sky.
983.9 meters.
A low whistle came from Kirishima. "Dude, that was manly."
Kaminari leaned toward him, grinning. "You're like a human railgun!"
Even Bakugo watched with narrowed, calculating eyes, slightly pissed someone had supassed his score with a quirk similar to his own.
Hikaro said nothing. He simply stepped back into line, heart steady.
Next, the students lined up on the track.
Todoroki went first, freezing half the ground underfoot and gliding effortlessly to the finish line.
Bakugo used his explosions to blast forward in bursts of speed.
When Hikaro's turn came, he considered — then summoned subtle metallic particles from under the track, aligning them in his path. He polarized them, creating a magnetic push that enhanced each step like a repelling force.
He sprinted — fast, efficient, but not reckless.
Time:4.6 seconds.
Not as explosive as Bakugo, but clean, reliable.
Midoriya approached him after, smiling a little nervously."That was awesome. You controlled the field... not just yourself."
Hikaro offered a small nod. "Control is everything."
Midoriya beamed as if Hikaro had given him some profound piece of advice.
In the gymnasium, the grip dynamometers lined the tables.
Bakugo shattered his machine — literally — with an explosion-enhanced squeeze.
When Hikaro's turn came, he wrapped his hand around the grip gently.
Again, not pure muscle.
He focused his magnetic force inward, compressing the metallic mechanisms inside the device.
Click.Crack.
The screen blinked.
Grip Strength: ERROR;
The class stared.
Even Iida adjusted his glasses with a sharp intake of breath.
Hikaro set the broken device down carefully and stepped back.
The sandpit lay ahead, the tape measuring distance at the far end.
Uraraka struggled a little; Mina did a surprisingly graceful spin midair. Kirishima practically smashed into the ground.
When Hikaro's turn came, he knelt briefly, feeling for traces of metal in the dirt below.
He found just enough.
Channeling the force upward at the moment of his leap, Hikaro using Magnetic Lift, cleanly floating across the pit, landing solidly at the very end with no wasted motion
Kaminari jogged over, offering him a casual thumbs-up. "Dude, I didn't know you could fly !"
Hikaro allowed himself a small, rare smile.
Then came the Side-to-Side Steps
This was pure agility.
Here, quirks were less useful.
Still, Hikaro subtly enhanced the treads under his feet with a slight magnetic repulsion — enough to give a split-second spring to each pivot.
His steps were crisp, sharp, unrelenting.
By the end, sweat dripped from his forehead, but his breathing remained steady.
Jiro nudged Kaminari, whispering, "He's, like... super controlled. It's kinda scary."
Kaminari nodded, wide-eyed. "I'd hate to fight him."
Seated Toe-Touch
Flexibility wasn't Hikaro's strength. But he approached it like every other challenge: methodically.
Stretch. Hold. Breathe.
He didn't top the charts — that honor went to Mina and Tsuyu — but he landed solidly in the middle.
Sero slapped him on the back afterward."Man, you're like a robot. Are you even human?"
Hikaro smirked faintly. "Depends on the day."
The laughter around them was real this time.
Small connections. Tiny threads forming.
The final test.
Laps.
This wasn't about flashy quirks anymore.
It was about guts.
The sun beat down mercilessly as they ran lap after lap.
Kirishima jogged beside Hikaro for a while, panting. "You're... tough, man... you don't even look tired."
"Discipline," Hikaro said simply, pacing himself.
Midoriya struggled ahead, pushing with all his might.
Bakugo sprinted wildly, burning through his stamina fast while occasionally using his explosion quirk to gain momentum.
Todoroki maintained a cool, efficient pace sliding on ice.
Around and around they went.
No easy victories here.
Just willpower.
And Hikaro matched them step for step, refusing to break.
Finally, Aizawa called a halt.
The students collapsed into the grass, panting, sweating, laughing weakly.
Hikaro remained standing, hands on hips, breathing deep and even.
Bakugo stormed past him, scowling fiercely.
"Tch. Don't think you're better than me, magnet freak."
Hikaro didn't even blink. "Wasn't thinking about you at all."
Bakugo sputtered in outrage — and strangely, Kirishima burst out laughing.
Even Midoriya chuckled nervously.
Nearby, Todoroki gave Hikaro a long, considering look. Not hostile .Almost... respectful.
Slowly, Hikaro was weaving himself into the fabric of Class 1-A.
Not by being loud. Not by bragging.
By standing tall. By proving himself.
One test at a time.
And in his heart, as he looked around at these strangers who might one day become comrades, Hikaro allowed himself a rare thought:
This is where I belong.
And he wasn't going to let anything — or anyone — take that from him.