"Did you say something, four-eyes?" asked Goo, tilting his head with a mocking smile.
[Idiot, you wear glasses too.]
"Put your feet down from the desk! That's rude. This is one of the best hero academies: U.A.!" Tenya Iida demanded, his voice firm and his brow furrowed.
But before he could finish his speech, several yellow sparks began to fall on him as if they were fireworks.
"Ahhh! Wh-what is this?" Iida shouted, crouching down while trying to dodge the small discharges that caused him slight pain.
Goo smiled with satisfaction, finally lowering his feet from the desk, as if he had achieved exactly what he wanted: interrupting the sermon.
Meanwhile, Bakugo and Denki sat on either side of Goo, one on the left and the other on the right.
But suddenly the door opened again and a nervous Izuku Midoriya peeked his head into the classroom.
Goo let out a brief whistle, like someone recognizing a puppy that had suddenly grown.
"So you listened to me about training your body, Izuku," he exclaimed from his seat, with a playful yet sincere tone.
"Training his body? Ha! Since when does the nerd listen to anything?" growled Bakugo, arms crossed over his seat, with his typical scowl.
Denki Kaminari, who was sitting nearby, clicked his tongue while smiling. "Hey, but we gotta admit he does look more toned… Izuku, how many push-ups do you do a day? A hundred? Two hundred?"
"W-well I-I think 300 a day," Izuku replied nervously, though no one had heard him.
"Shut your mouth, human battery!" Bakugo barked at Denki, glaring at him. "Don't encourage this useless loser."
Denki raised his hands in a peace gesture, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Relax, Bakugo, I'm just stating the obvious. If he keeps this up, he's gonna leave us behind…"
"What did you say, airhead?!" Bakugo stood up abruptly, making the chair slam against the floor.
Meanwhile, Goo watched the scene with amusement, as if it were a show made for him. "Well, this is going to be entertaining," he murmured, reclining again in his seat.
[Student. Izuku Midoriya, Quirk: One For All, Telekinesis.]
"Wait… since when does he have two Quirks?" thought Goo, frowning slightly as he watched Izuku, who had just been intercepted by a girl at the classroom entrance. At his side, his two "pets" kept arguing nonstop.
As more students kept entering, the inner voice spoke again:
[Do you want me to analyze that Quirk?]
"No, idiot. Look closely at the name… it's the same as All Might's," thought Goo, placing a hand on his chin with an intrigued expression.
"You bastard, do you want to fight?!" shouted Denki and Bakugo behind him at the same time, but both stopped dead when they heard a loud bang against the blackboard.
Everyone's gaze turned to a man with shabby clothing, looking like a vagrant.
[Teacher. Shota Aizawa, Quirk: Erasure.]
"Stop yelling, brats, it's only the first day and I already want to sleep," said Aizawa with a tired voice, looking at the class with a drowsy expression as he dropped his sleeping bag on the floor.
Goo raised an eyebrow, watching with interest. "A teacher that looks like a vagrant? This will be fun," he murmured quietly.
[With that Quirk he can erase abilities just by looking at you.]
"Wow… that really is troublesome," thought Goo as he leaned an elbow on the desk and adjusted himself so as not to miss any detail.
Aizawa let his gaze sweep through the classroom, stopping briefly on Bakugo and Denki. "You two… if you want to keep fighting, do it outside. If not, shut up."
Both frowned, but obeyed reluctantly, lowering their heads without stopping glaring at each other.
"Good," Aizawa continued, "change clothes, we're going to the training field. There's no welcoming ceremony. Being a hero is not a game, and I'm going to show you how serious this is."
[Sounds like someone who doesn't believe in inspirational speeches.]
Goo smiled sarcastically. "I like him," he thought as he stood up.
While the class headed to the locker rooms, Goo observed his classmates carefully. There was variety: from guys with naturally reinforced bodies to others with abilities noticeable even without using them.
They seemed more capable than average… at least compared to regular applicants.
[Admit it, they're not as useless as you thought.]
"I suppose not… but I still don't see anyone to worry about yet," thought Goo with a slight yawn as he opened another chocolate bar.
Minutes later.
The locker rooms were filled with voices and metallic echoes as the students changed into their sports uniforms. The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Goo, unhurried, took off his school uniform shirt.
His 1.90-meter height made him automatically stand out among the others, but it wasn't just his stature: his physique was perfectly defined, with muscles toned but not exaggerated, as if every fiber had been worked with precision.
His broad back and relaxed posture drew attention without him making the slightest effort.
Some students also threw curious glances. Kirishima whistled approvingly. "Wow, that's real hero spirit! That kind of physique is earned with hard training!"
Bakugo frowned, annoyed by instinct. "Tsk, so what? It's not that impressive." Even so, his eyes quickly scanned him, as if evaluating a potential rival.
Goo simply shrugged while storing the shirt in his locker.
"I only do what's necessary," he said indifferently, as if it didn't matter at all.
[Don't be modest, admit it, you love drawing attention.]
"What do you know? You don't even have eyes," thought Goo with a faint smile, adjusting his sports uniform shirt.
Tokoyami observed silently, arms crossed. "Remarkable discipline…" he murmured softly, almost to himself.
The outdoor training field was clear, with lines marked on the ground and equipment ready to measure speed, strength, and precision.
The wind moved Aizawa's scarf slightly as he checked his tablet with a bored expression.
"We'll start with something simple," he said tiredly, dropping a baseball into his hand. "I want to see how far you can throw it using your Quirks. This is not a game… I need to know what you're made of."
His eyes lifted slightly, scanning the list. "The first place in the physical exam was…" he paused and looked directly at Goo, "…you. Come here."
Bakugo gritted his teeth, his hands starting to release small involuntary explosions.
"What the hell?! That spot should be mine!" he muttered under his breath, while Denki held him back to stop him from charging forward.
Goo walked unhurriedly to the marked line.
"Just throw the ball? Easy," he said quietly, turning his wrist to test its weight.
[Don't underestimate the test, idiot. Aizawa is evaluating more than strength.]
"Relax," thought Goo, "this is child's play."
"Use your Quirk as much as you want," Aizawa explained, rubbing his hair wearily. "But if you try to cheat, I'll make sure to nullify it instantly."
The class watched expectantly. Mina Ashido whispered excitedly: "Let's see how strong the top student really is!"
Kirishima clenched his fist, pumped up. "This is gonna be awesome!"
Goo got into position, slightly bending his legs. The ball began to glow as small particles of light surrounded his arm.
"Wow… that's not just a light Quirk, is it?" thought Momo Yaoyorozu, analyzing every detail.
With an explosive motion, Goo hurled the ball forward. A pressure wave lifted dust from the ground as the projectile vanished into the sky, leaving behind a glowing trail like a comet.
The digital sensor beeped instantly, showing the result: "10 kilometers."
"What…? TEN KILOMETERS?!" Denki shouted, jaw practically hitting the ground.
Bakugo let out a guttural growl. "I'm not losing! Not to you, Goo…"
Aizawa didn't change his sleepy expression, but his eyebrows shifted slightly, as if this had actually piqued his interest.
"Impressive," he said without exaggerated enthusiasm. "Now let's see if the rest can keep up."
[I knew you'd overdo it.]
"That wasn't even my maximum," thought Goo calmly, returning with his hands in his pockets.
The class was still murmuring about Goo's throw, unable to process what they had just seen.
In another corner of the cosmos, a different silence reigned: the silence that filters between steel and vacuum.
A colossal ship advanced, its surface covered with black plates that seemed to absorb all light. Every so often, its structures vibrated as if they were breathing.
Inside, a command hall illuminated by holographic panels displayed orbits and trajectories. At the center of the projection, a single target glowed blue: Earth.
A man stood before the main window. His silhouette was almost human, but half of his face was covered by a metallic mask traced with faintly pulsing red lines.
"Sir, the tracking systems have locked onto the target," a mechanical voice announced from a console.
The man did not avert his gaze. His lips barely moved as he pronounced:
"Planet 718…"