Bakugou watched the extras run around. He wasn't worried in the slightest, it was only last place being expelled after all. For someone aiming for first, it was nothing. The only one that could even provide decent competition at all was Glasses with his shitty egine legs, but that one trick pony didn't have much going for him outside of that.
Then again Endeavor's kid was here, son of the number two hero has to know of SOME tricks, so if he was ever going to get competition it was from him. "Start!" Or ponytail, who was riding a scooter she made out of thin air. The cheater.
All of this was running through his mind as he waited his turn, his competition for when he ran being the Dek-Midoirya clone. He so wished he never saw his face again, just for the crime of looking like the biggest headache he's ever encountered. Oh well, if he was here, then he obviously wasn't anything like Dek-Midoriya, who'd wouldn't have been able to get into U.A at all.
The boy simply took an ammature runner's pose instead of a custom one, meaning that his quirk wouldn't do jack shit for this exercise. He must be planning to use it later. Bakugou himself raised his hands backward, prepping for the moment. "Start!" The machine called out as he launched forward. He spared a glance due to having a moment between explosions, noticing the copy was running pretty fast, almost keeping pace. The secondary explosion changed that as he gained even more momentum, taking his time. "4.13 Seconds." Then the copy followed shortly. "4.56 Seconds."
"What the..?" Bakugo resisted the urge to call out the bastard. He wasn't Dek-Midoriya. This copy probably had some shity body enhancement quirk that allowed him to keep up. Meaning he was a jack of all trades. He'd probably rank somewhere in the middle, while everyone else either fell or exceeded. Great, there went another opportunity to ditch the boy.
"Great job! You were so fast! I was lucky to come even that close!" Alright, the kid knew his place in life, so he was a slightly notable extra. Someone he'd run into occasionally but never acknowledged. Katsuki could live with that.
"Whatever extra. Pay attention to your own test." And he would be generous to him by giving helpful advice.
"Right, of course, I can't let Bunny-sensei down!" … Who the fuck was Bunny-sensei?
==
Shoji went to his own device, taking it in hand. "This one seems simple enough at the very least." He muttered. Multiple arms went around into keeping it closed tight as he squeezed, the numbers climbing higher and higher before reaching about 540 Kilograms.
"Holy shit dude, that's awesome." Shoji watched the grape haired kid squeeze and reach a small 30 Kilograms. Poor boy, likely to be last.
"It's likely not that impressive, there's others that can be a lot more creative." His newly grown mouth spoke to the now freaked out boy. Like the earphone girl, who used her jacks to wrap around and help squeeze harder. Or the boy eating sugar and bulking up. Or even the guy who squeezed really hard before hardening himself and locking the score in.
"Come on Iruma-kun, you can do it!" The invisible girl was cheering on the blue cowlick kid that called their teacher a hobo. He may have not laughed, but he wouldn't deny how hilarious it was. The boy himself was turning red in the face, looking like he would pass out. "Ah..maybe you can take it a little easier..?"
"Not until … the thing … beeps." He grunted out, staring intently at the device. Once it did he let go and started panting. "Alright, how did I do?"
"80 Kilograms … it's impressive you know." Even he didn't believe it when people were casually scoring triple digits.
"I know it's bad. Can't use what I did during the entrance exam though, so this is what I can do for now." Cowlick kid sighed. "Dang, how was dragging a fridge with Bunny-Sensei on top of it easier than this?" The fact he dragged a fridge with someone on it was impressive enough, but this class may be too much for the kid yet.
==
Tsuyu watched as the sparkly guy, Yuga, shot himself clear over the sandbox. A much better job than the race in her opinion. So far everyone was doing okay, so it was hard to tell who was the 'dead' last, other than people not using their quirks. The most obvious example of this was the invisible girl Hagakure, who was using her quirk, but it just made her invisible so there wasn't much she could do there. Then there was that yellow haired guy who looked exhausted after every event, likely didn't have a physical quirk or something. Maybe it was metal moving or something.
Finally there was Suzuki, the blue haired boy everybody talked about as the 'one punch kid'. She of course heard the zero pointer crash, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who didn't hear the mechanical monstrosity fall, but only heard second hand rumors about who took it out.
And honestly, even after Uraraka proclaimed Suzuki as the one punch kid, it was hard for her to see it, especially since she was certain the boy hadn't used his quirk ONCE during the entire time. "Suzuki, you're up next."
"Yes, Caterpillar-sensei!"
"Call me Aizawa or I'll deduct points."
"Yes, Aizawa-sensei." The boy corrected, taking deep breaths. In and out as he made his way … and jumped as far as he could, to the far part of the sandbox. It was actually about five meters back from her own score. That was pretty impressive.
"Great job, Iruma-kun!" Hagakure, or Toru, as she kept insisting people, or more accurately, Iruma, call her. Tsuyu didn't mind herself. She liked people calling her by her first name, it meant they were friends. "You jumped so far!"
"Yep, at this rate i'll be getting ten for sure!" Well the kid had optimism for mildness. "Jumping across rooftops has finally paid off for me!"
"Oh really? Was that your training?"
"No, just a run in with some crow looking guys that really wanted a suitcase." That seemed way more concerning than it should be, even Aizawa-sensei raised an eyebrow, but made no comment.
==
Repeated Side Steps was a dream come true for Mineta. For starters, he could dominate this event compared to the likes of the rest of the monsters in 1A. Sure sticky balls were good for capture, but it didn't mean much when you went up against a girl that floated instead of jumped and engine leg running, so this was his moment to shine.
The second dream to come into fruition … jiggle physics! Girls in place moving their bodies, the bigger the assets the bigger the boobs and asses followed! Call him a perv all you want, but he would be the last one laughing, considering no one had even come close to beating his score! He finally dominated in a sports event! The ladies will come crawling to him soon enough!
It was almost sad watching the others struggle. The shy rocky looking kid just sort of shook in place, the red head hardening guy was so slow, and the sparkly tool guy just looked out in the distance for some reason. Even that exploding blonde asshole was a mere second to Mineta! The god of speed and blurs!
And then there was Suzuki who was … Mineta watched the fellow boy jump back and forth at a decently fast rate … not as impressive as himself, blurring out of existence, but for a guy with nothing but two legs he made it work.
==
Aizawa watched the students go one by one. So far most of the students were mostly lacking mentally rather than physically, a good change of pace, plenty of molding potential. Even the girls weren't lacking and trying to just be 'sexy like midnight' like they were last year. Hell, Uraraka just scored an infinity.
"So like, is it in orbit?" Kaminari asked, confused out of his mind.
"Ah, could be even farther. I haven't released it yet." The dollish looking girl shrugged sheepishly.
"That's super cool, if we get space suits we can have a vacation on the moon!" And somehow Suzuki made the electric user look smart! "Your quirk is incredible!"
"Oh, um, thank you." The girl in question blushed and looked away. School romance, the bane of his existence.
"Suzuki, you're up." And this brought up the most interesting conundrum Aizawa has faced. Initially Aizawa was all set to call out the boy for not using his quirk, for not taking the exercise seriously. The entrance exam alluded to the idea that Suzuki has NEVER trained his quirk for any day of his life.
Except the kid was incredibly good with evasion tactics and rescue, getting first place on rescue points alone. His results so far during his little test showed the boy was at least trained in every other aspect of his body.
He was fast and had decent enough evacuation reflexes, almost as if he's been in danger before. In fact so far the only thing he's done 'bad' in is the grip test. If this was a normal school physical exam with no quirk usage, Aizawa was convinced Suzuki would place somewhere between third and seventh.
He still could call out the boy, evasion and quick movements could only get one so far, except the kid couldn't look more scared if he tried. If anything, the kid was probably taking the test the MOST seriously.
"Come on, everyone's doing so amazing." He could hear the kid mutter as he made his way to the plate. "You can do this!" He reeled his arm back, not even bothering to use his quirk just like the other time. It flew far and landed approximately 205.4 Meters. Another of his weaker tests then.
"Mineta, your next." He let Suzuki go. He seemed determined to not use that power of his recklessly and break himself in one go. He wasn't a kid with a martyr complex, and if was going to call him out on holding back, he'd have to do the same to Todoroki, who was literally using half his strength for the tests. And that was a conversation he wanted to work on for the long term, considering the boy's father.
==
Mashirao kept up pace with Suzuki, neither of them panting. "You seem really good at this kinda stuff, do you take combat lessons or something?"
"Oh no, I'm just used to running away from danger all the time. I spend a lot of time in the woods. Wolves are relentless when they smell food on you." This kid trained in the wild? Wow, must have been some insane instinctual style then.
"Hey, I know I kinda feel like a hypocrite asking, my quirk isn't well suited for this stuff either besides some very niche hits, but are you gonna be okay? Haven't seen you use your quirk once."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I don't think I'll be breaking records or anything like that, but I'm going to make sure to keep up with everyone else. Bunny-sensei is counting on me." Ah, he had a master he wanted to impress. He knew they must've had a lot in common. "Besides, he wants me to be a hero, and a hero just helps people, right? I can do that even if I'm expelled."
"Well you have a point there, you're already helping more people than him." He pointed to the front runner.
"Don't think you can outrun me, ponytail, just cause you're on a motorcycle!"
"That is precisely why I'm out running you."
"Shut up, you extra! I'm getting first in everything if it's the last thing I do!"
"You lost that opportunity during the ball throw, remember? Unless 700 meters is somehow bigger than infinity." Spoke the two tone haired kid with a blank look.
Mashirao wisely ignored the profanities the boy began shouting, it seemed like the most rational thing to do.
==
Seated Toe Touch
Mina was smiling during this next test. Touching toes? She could touch her own back with enough application of dance, yoga, skills and a slippery quirk. She was halfway to a hundred while everyone else was in the 'teens'.
"Thir-thrity! Thirty-one! Th-thirty-two.." Aside from the funny guy, Suzuki. He was the closest one behind her. The guy could bend like he had no bones. "Thirt-ty-three! Thirty-four…" Well sort of, his stamina was running low and she could hear something close to weezing in there. The guy could run for miles but this was a new one for him apparently.
"Are you doing alright over there Iruma?" Uraraka checked on the guy in-between her own counts.
"Yeah….I..haven't...bent my body like this...since I was ten. Got stuck between a boulder and a cave for two days...not a good feeling."
"Oh, so a rock and a hard place eh?" Mina jokes.
"Yeah, exactly like that! I could … never put it into words." She worried about this guy, she truly did. His sense of culture was terrible."Didn't help...that some honey spilt on me and...had to deal..with an angry bear.."
"Oh my god, are you okay, did it hurt you?" Uraraka asked with concern.
"Nah, I waited until it was calm, and then started … petting it … it was good after … I can't do it." The boy conked at fifty. "Hopefully … it's good enough." There was a small creaking heard when he laid on his back. "... Eh … wasn't an important noise." The worry kept piling.
==
Ochako didn't expect to find herself getting annoyed with someone on the first day of class. Okay, she expected to never get along with Bakugo considering he pushed her on the stairs before the entrance exam and his personality in general, but she thought she would make decent friends with everyone in class besides him.
But Hagakure seemed to be really insistent on getting between her whenever she tried to talk with Iruma. She was lucky to have any conversation start without her intruding every five seconds. Even when she showed genuine concern she could feel the eyes getting borne into her skull, it was annoying to no end!
And now she had to deal with that while pushing up. How was she supposed to focus on that, her own work, and whatever Iruma was doing? "Fourteen … fifteen … sixteen." He was getting very sweaty … and his shirt was becoming very clear because of it.
"Oh...Iruma-kun...you're so fit.." She heard Hagakure mutter under her breath. Despite being invisible, she could just see the absolute look of lust in her eyes. "So many muscles…"
"Hey." She complained. "Come on now, don't be like that."
"What, interested in a boy?" Hagakure complained back.
"No, like the grape guy." Uraraka gestured to the grape headed guy who's been staring at the girls all day.
"Hey, I'm not attempting to grope anyone like he is. I'm perfectly fine watching from a distance." The girl had a point. She saw the earphone girl stab grape head with her jacks when he reached out for the ponytail girl. "I'm just a sweet little girl admiring her hero for all his efforts." She didn't trust the non-visible smile she knew Hagakure was giving her.
"... I would call bullshit if I could actually see you." She muttered, and for some reason the girl flinched at that. Was it a bad spot? Great, now she feels guilty.
==
Iruma placed … eleventh! "Yes, I'm not last!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He didn't have to disappoint Bunny-sensei! "I'm just okay!" That was way better than being just alright like he usually was. He's really improved himself!
"Great job, Iruma-kun!" Toru shouted at him. "Wish I could've seen that power you used during the exam though."
"Indeed, but even without your dangerous quirk you've pulled through with effort and muscle alone. Feel proud Suzuki." Iida spoke to him with a smile. He was scared at first, but he seemed like a really nice guy in all honesty.
"And even better, none of us got last place." Uraraka smiled at them both.
"But I did …" Oh, the grape guy was crying. Dang it, now he feels bad.
"Oh, and the whole expulsion thing was a logical ruse." A what now? "A lie to get you all to do your best." The man gave them all a wide smile.
They all started complaining, but Iruma contemplated that for a few moments, before smiling brightly as well. "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei, for pushing me to do my best! You're a really good teacher!"
The teacher looked shocked for some reason, before hiding his face in that long metal scarf he wore. Weird. "Did..did he make the teacher feel embarrassed?" Blonde-black streak guy started to laugh. "I don't know whether to be impressed or scared of you man."
"Oh yeah, you're gotta join us for a survival celebration tonight!" The pink girl wrapped an arm over his shoulder, which made Toru hiss for some reason. "Let's do some Karaoke, please?"
"Okay!" Dang it, reactions always worked against him. How do you sing!?
"Hey, if he's going, can't I join too?" Toru grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the pink girl.
"Of course, it's gonna be a class party!" She laughed.
"It seems I'll have to make sure you all stay responsible!" Iida shouted at them all. Thank you, he could stop it from getting too crazy.
It seemed like everyone was cheering...all except for three people in the back. The red and white haired guy, the loud bomb man, and the earphone girl, the last one looking weirdly at him.