While I was still stuck in the hospital, I got some messages from my folks asking if I was doing alright. Turns out, they—the parents of this damn body—were working overseas, chilling in the U.S., which is why they couldn't swing by to see me. Kinda handy, though. From now on, I'll probably just live solo like I used to, and that's no biggie…
Weird coincidence, huh? Looks like me being here's already fucked with the original story's timeline a decent bit, but it's still in the "eh, close enough" zone.
My parents also wired me some cash to my bank account. It's not just enough to cover rent and shit right now—if I pinch pennies, I could probably kick back for 30 damn years with this haul.
But that ain't what I'm here for. First off, I gotta figure out what the hell my Quirk is. It'd suck ass if I didn't even know what I can do, 'cause in this world where power's king, not knowing your spot is a fucking handicap—only slightly less shitty than having no Quirk at all. So, I'm gonna dig into that ASAP. Then, I'll sort out where I fit in this mess of a story, track the big plot points from the original, and tweak 'em to fit my plan—starting with crashing U.A. through the damn Entrance Exam.
Alright, let's hit the big shit first.
I gotta nail down my Quirk. Bet it's tied to how I look or act or some crap like that, so I'll test it out. X-ray says my pinky toe's got one joint, so I've definitely got a Quirk. Just no clue what this dude's powers are.
There's a bunch of ways to figure it out, but the fastest, no-bullshit method is to grab something and see what happens. Quirks come in three flavors: Emitter—spits out stuff or fucks with elements around you; Transformation—lets you morph yourself for a bit, juicing up what you've got or adding new shit; and Mutant—gives your body some freaky permanent tricks. To be sure, I'll poke around.
Holding my medical file, I tried piecing together the story's timeline as tight as I could, not even clocking that the damn file was shifting in my hands. It went from paper to a thin metal sheet, getting heavier 'til I dropped the fucker and realized what was up…
That's when it hit me: I've got a Quirk that turns paper into metal. But how the hell does it work?
I messed with other stuff—a pen, an orange on the table, even the damn bed I was on. They all turned into something else, not just metal but whatever shit I could think of. Even my own ass could go full wood, glass, metal, rubber… and snap back to normal.
Holy fuck!
That's when I clocked my Quirk. I can transform any damn thing—not just metal or some basic elements, but anything into anything else. Only hitch is I gotta touch it first. No idea how much I can change at once or if I can fuck with the shape or just the material.
After screwing around—sorry, testing—a bunch, I nailed down some answers.
First, there's limits to this shit. Yeah, I can flip stuff from organic to inorganic and back, but the shape barely budges. Things I've got a handle on—like iron, steel, wood—can swap to whatever as long as I touch 'em and picture what they're made of. But shit I don't get—like radioactive crap—nothing happens when I try. So, it's capped by my brain and whatever the thing started as.
Second, this power ain't just for objects—it can turn me into any material I touch, and back. But it's only shit I make contact with, even a quick tap with my hands, feet, or whatever. Staring at it and wishing real hard does jack squat.
Last, this Quirk can totally morph a living thing into whatever I want. Problem is, when I switch it back, it's fucked. I turned a pigeon into solid gold and flipped it back—the poor bastard could barely move, let alone fly. So, if I turn some asshole into a statue or whatever, I'd have to leave 'em like that forever, or shit'll hit the fan.
Pretty damn sure this Quirk's gonna carry me far. If I juice it up, I could pull off some next-level crap.
It's got attack, defense, flexibility—all the good shit—but the range is short as fuck, like a Korean PP. Right now, I just gotta train this bad boy and haul my ass to U.A. in 10 months, where the real shitstorm starts.
"Izuku's probably busting with All Might right now…" I mumbled to myself. "Wonder how the kid's holding up?"
…
Ten months blew by like a dog bolting through a field.
After getting out of the hospital a week later, I didn't just grind my Quirk to get good—I hit the gym like a maniac and dropped mad cash on the fanciest courses for strength, stamina, speed, flexibility, martial arts… all the shit to make me a beast. Money wasn't an issue since my parents sent me a fat stack every month, but I didn't waste it on dumb crap to pamper myself.
I also swung by to check on Izuku once a week. He was training his ass off at Takoba Beach Park, prepping to take on One For All. Kid looked like hell—barely sleeping, always beat. But you could see the fire in him; he was pushing harder than ever.
I kept my distance while watching, but All Might still spotted me somehow, throwing up a thumbs- up now and then like, "Check out my boy, huh?" No idea what he was on about, so I just played dumb.
…
Finally, the U.A. Entrance Exam day rolled around.
Real talk, I got there early as shit, but I wasn't rushing in yet—had to see if Izuku showed up.
When I caught him bumping into Bakugo, then standing there like a goof while a girl named Uraraka Ochako used her Zero Gravity Quirk to save him from eating dirt and started chatting, I strolled over and said:
"She's cute, right? Man up and talk to her, dude!"
He spun around, face kinda red. "Onodera-san!"
Ochako looked at me, surprised. "You two know each other?"
"Yeah, we're buds," I said, flashing her a grin. "Name's Onodera Ryuga, and this is my man Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet ya."
She smiled back. "I'm Uraraka Ochako. Nice to meet you both. I'm pretty nervous about this exam… Are you guys too?"
"Yeah, me too…" Izuku nodded, trying to keep it together.
"Oh, we're all in the same boat then. Good luck—I'm going to pass! See you later!" Ochako said cheerfully before bouncing off.
Izuku freaked out and turned to me, face red as a damn tomato. "Onodera-san! Why'd you…?"
I laughed. "Gotta work on that small talk, bro. You're gonna need it when you're a hero—it would happen all the time."
He looked relieved. "Um… Thanks for the advice."
After that, we both headed into the huge-ass auditorium where Present Mic was about to kick things off.
…
"Welcome to today's live show! Everybody, I've been waiting for you! Say HEY!"
The crowd was floored by the loud-ass voice blasting from the stage, not sure how to react. Bet none of 'em saw this coming—they all just stared up there, confused as hell.
"I'm hyped too, audience! Now, all you test-takers, let me break this shit down again! You ready!?" he yelled, even screaming "Yeah!" into the mic so loud I thought my ears were gonna bleed.
I glanced at Izuku—he was geeking out hard seeing a hero like this, muttering praise a bit too loud. Made me antsy, especially with some pissy looks coming his way, like from examinee 7111 - Ida Tenya, I think.
"Midoriya, zip it man. I don't give a damn, but some folks here need to focus," I whispered, lightly clamping his mouth shut.
He got the hint and nodded awkwardly. "S-sorry…"
"Now, let me lay out the rules! Like the app info said, you're doing a 10-minute mock fight in this fake-ass city street! Bring whatever you want! Head to your assigned zones after this speech, got it?!"
No one piped up, so Present Mic kept rolling:
"We're scrapping with 'villains' out there. Three types, points based on how tough they are! Use your skills to smash as many as you can. Goal's to stack up points like crazy! And don't even think about jumping other testers or pulling shady anti-hero crap—that's a no-go, alright?"
Right as he wrapped up, examinee 7111 got all stiff, standing up to ask:
"Excuse me, may I ask a question!?" He held up the guide and went on. "There are four types listed in the application! A mistake like that would be a huge disgrace for a top-tier school like U.A.! We're here to be trained as heroes!"
"Yo, chill out dude. If you're gonna yap, don't be a dick about it—let the hero talk. He's gonna be our teacher!" I shot him a glare, and he sat his ass down fast, stunned.
Present Mic jumped in quick, saying there's no screw-up. There's a fourth enemy—a giant-ass robot with insane power, a hidden boss. Basically, it's a beast, and the smart move is to haul ass away from it.
Setup's mostly the same as the original, except this time he didn't rag on Izuku for being loud—my being here's already shaken shit up, big and small, like I said. Big change? Bakugo didn't get to mouth off at Izuku. Every time that prick tried, I glared him down. He gave me attitude at first, but after I shut down 7111, he zipped it.
Guess I'm the only rude bastard here, but that's how I'm playing it. Not cocky, not aggro—just blunt as hell, a little crass, and rough around the edges.
Anyway, the exam was about to kick off, and we were all lined up in front of this massive combat sim zone for the entrance test.
It was huge—fucking enormous, probably bigger than a packed neighborhood, with tons of tall buildings mashed together like a damn labyrinth. All in all, a badass sight.
The test's us fighting robots in this giant arena or saving folks—the secret part. Points come from how many bots we smash, and the top scorers get in. Same old shit.
Uraraka Ochako was there too, and seeing Izuku freeze up, I gave him a shove:
"Hey bro, you've got this. Just go chat up that chick some more—make nice. Good luck, man!"
He smiled. "Thanks so much for the encouragement. I'll do my best!"
"No need to get all fancy, dude. Just snag her number!" I shot back, already scheming a bit in my head.
"Got it!"