Sanemi groaned as he sat up,
"2 years huh... yeah, sure as hell feels like it."
Kushina still lay in bed, stretching as she rolled over,
"So today's the day? Finally, we've been kept in this part of U.A. locked away like jailbirds."
Cracking his neck, he can only sigh,
"I can only imagine what Tartarus is like... Probably a living hell, it's part of the reason villains go batshit insane."
Kushina peered into Sanemi's back, unsure. Yes, he would ace the practical test, but the written, how would he far, she hadn't seen him read a book since she met him. Maybe the recommended course is different, which is why they made him take that instead.
"You'd think they let us meet the aspiring heroes, I heard they even have a big 3, all-pro hero level and beyond students."
Sanemi scoffed,
"Look who's gushing over high school students, a bunch of no names, the media doesn't seem to give a damn anyway."
Kushina brushed her tired fingers across Sanemi's hands,
"Don't say that about your future peers, who knows you might even fall in love with the girl they have there."
Sanemi chuckled, muttering a "like hell," as Kushina continued,
"You might like 'em a little more aggressive though, maybe a Mi-ri-ko..."
Sanemi scoffed; if anything, he needed a rematch; he was ill-prepared. He might still be a little bitter, that is.
"That woman needs to come challenge me again, a sneak attack was the only reason she won, next time I'LL be the one kicking her face in. I Promise..."
Sanemi's back was enveloped by Kushina, pressing against him.
"You'd better. When do you go, anyway? You know it's so boring without you here."
Kushina said while playing with his hair, fixing it a bit as he got his U.A. Clothes ready, annoyingly kid-ish if he was blunt. Reminds him of the QCF jumpsuits.
"It's already occurring, but they told me to wait an hour to take mine so that the audience can leave. I wasn't supposed to be in U.A. At least not registered on papers, if there was an entry of U.A like mine, it would get shredded to bits, basically, when they learn a bit of my past, it would be disastrous. As they put it."
Kushina just sighed. pushing off Sanemi as she sat on the bed once more, legs crossed.
"It doesn't seem like that big of an issue anyway; they're going to know soon enough anyway, so what's the point?"
Sanemi shrugged, putting his pants on.
He was always a bit confused about why Kushina always watched him dress, even if it was normal after so long with her, he was a growing man, she should know... She should know...
"Aye, you always watch, why?"
Kushina offered a questioning gaze,
"Watching? Watching what exactly?"
Sanemi gestured to his entire body,
"You always stare while I'm changing?"
Kushina smirked,
'Is now really the best time to wonder such a thing?'
"I enjoy the view, and don't you like it as well? Feels weird when I don't, doesn't it?... Or perhaps...."
She got up and slowly walked towards Sanemi as he was forcing himself to calm his rapidly beating heart. This feeling was a tad unusual; he should be used to this by now. Why?
"Need me to help....."
A small noise can be heard as they were unknowingly being observed.
"What in the world is going on between you two? I need an explanation NOW!!!
Behind the small mouse thing, Shoto Aizawa showed visible annoyance; hopefully, he could help their situation optics.
"Don't worry, Nezu, it's just their way of teasing each other. Right?..."
They both nod, and Nezu clears his throat. This 'scene' was getting a little too common with the two.
"So, like I was going to say, I came to warn that only I and the U.A. Teachers will be grading your performance, and there is no real grade here, as you are already a student, it's just for the teachers to assess your skill. So, we took the written portion out of the bracket..."
He eyed the two before turning.
"Be there in 30 minutes. "
As Nezu left, he also added,
"And don't resume whatever was going on before I came..."
Both remained silent as Nezu spoke once more.
"GOT IT!"
A hurried "YES!" escaped their lips, a little uncharacteristic for Sanemi.
"So do we...."
Sanemi stopped her train of thought.
"Let's just forget about it."
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2 weeks later....
"To think the test was that easy, all I did was show off some moves and fought a 1-point, 2-pointer, and 3-pointer. They asked me to fight a larger number to show my skill, but what's the point? I bet 90% of U.A. students can pass that shit."
Sanemi was getting dressed, but every time he thought of the test, it irritated him. Whoever came from the recommendation, he would 100% not respect, and Kushina had to agree, what the fuck was that?
"I guess the real skill is coming up with the 500million yen for the recommendations test."
Sanemi laughed. That was a real skill, he wouldn't lie, not a soul he met, even Aisawa had 500million to spend on it.
"Now is the hard part. Dealing with this rubbish."
He said as Kushina buttoned up his top and adjusted his belt.
"Don't worry too much, I doubt the classmates would be that insufferable."
Kushina thought about it more,
'wanna be heroes that likely idolized heroes since birth, yeah, they would be a pain for sure.'
"Maybe,"
She added, slapping Sanemi on the back. He still felt uncomfortable, but it'll do.
"Alright, break a leg out there."
Sanemi just walked as he waved goodbye, leaving there off shore house to U.A. A 1-minute walk, he would guess.
---
Approaching the doorway, he can only count on his fingers how many times he walked through these halls, but today was different; it was swarming with person after person, just like he said.
'A deep pain in the ass'
Finally, he had reached the door, unaware of his potential classmates, he just hoped they were normal people... Oddly enough, Aizawa's sleeping bag was nowhere in sight. Hadn't the bastard arrived yet?
Opening the door, a rift of silence echoed through Class 1A.
Conversations stopped one by one as eyes drifted toward the doorway. Scars. White hair. A stare psychotic and seems to be barely containing a beast. He looked less like a student and more like... Villain.
Mina straightened in her seat a little.
'Okay... he's terrifying.'
Ochaco noticed the shift as Midoriya froze.
'He looks... like Genya, is this...'
Midoriya looks over to Genya, who is gritting his teeth, fist balled from anger, but luckily, he seems more abashed than furious.
Todoroki silently studied him from the corner of the room, expression unreadable.
Bakugo clicked his tongue before glancing toward Genya.
'The hell is with these weird bastards...'
Even the louder students didn't speak right away.
Sanemi felt every stare in the room and already looked irritated by it. Yet two broke the ice.
"Sanemi."
another voice
"BroBro."
The room began booming again as everyone chatted amongst themselves,
Denki and Togaru hug Sanemi as he sighs. If he was honest, he was wondering how they were doing, never knew where they had gone, as the QCF was rebranded elsewhere.
"Calm down, you two, it hasn't been that long."
He pushes off as he offers a glance towards Genya, who was dissociating from Midoriya and Ochaco's conversation.
'Why am I here...?'
"You said you would never become a hero. Why the change of heart?"
Denki asked; he remembered how vehemently he disliked the idea. What's different?
"Yes, I inquire about this as well."
Togaru was sure to meet Genya, but Sanemi too; what a riveting day.
"I... Don't know, let's just take our seats. I doubt Aizawa enjoys this."
He gestured to the array of classmates standing chatting as if they weren't in the number 1 heroes program.
"Ah of course,
Although Togaru's frame was a bit distracting, he was, to be frank, quite huge compared to his height. With all the other students, he was huge, maybe 6'3.
'he must've trained hard.'
Denki is almost exactly how he remembers; despite some of the light in his eyes, he hasn't changed much.
As Denki spoke to Togaru, he made his way to his seat, looking over to Genya, deep in thought.
'I've been so lucky,
'I should be dead.'
'Tartarus would've made more sense.'
'So why am I here...?'
'I get so many opportunities to succeed,
'So many 1 in 1 million's.'
Sanemi locks eyes with Genya as they share a singular thought, two sides of the same coin. The same wonder in their gaze.
'Why am I so pitiful?'
Not long after, Aizawa crawled out of his sleeping bag. Before anyone could notice his presence
"Quite everyone."
He steps inside the classroom, and the talking ceases. Midoriya wonders...
'Is he a pro hero? He looks so... worn out.'
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shouto Aizawa. Nice to meet you all."
Many are in disbelief. Ochaco was going to speak, but Aizawa continued.
"It's kinda sudden, but put these on and head to the field. Ya changing rooms are down the hall. Don't be late."
The room erupted the second Aizawa left.
"THAT'S OUR TEACHER?!"
Mina said, palms firmly on the desk.
"HE LOOKS DEAD!"
Mina jumped a bit, forgetting they had an invisible classmate, an embarrassed Toru Hagakure stifled a silent "Sorry" to the girl she had just jump scared.
Mina laughed nervously while Denki immediately joined in.
"Bro, I swear he blinked once in five minutes."
Tsuyu tilted her head.
"He looks tired, ribbit."
Momo, meanwhile, already stood, uniform neatly folded in her arms.
"We should hurry regardless. First impressions are important."
Bakugo clicked his tongue.
"Tch. Fucking slow pokes."
To everyone's bewilderment, Bakugo had already had his uniform on with Todoroki as well?
"Yes, a simple switch should not be taking ya'll so long."
Todoroki spoke, but whatever way these two had done it, they weren't trying to find out.
"Yeah, uh, no thank you."
Midoriya, however, looked overwhelmed. As Ochaco pulled Midoriya along, he remained flustered.
Everyone rushingly filtered toward the changing rooms, and conversations naturally grew short as time was ticking surprisingly.
Sanemi remained near the back. Watching.
'Annoying.'
Togaru, meanwhile, wrapped an arm around Denki while laughing loudly about something incomprehensible.
Ochaco attempted to talk to Genya, only for him to answer automatically, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Then...
Sanemi walked past him. Only for a second.
Yet Genya's shoulders tensed instantly.
Neither spoke. Neither stopped. But the silence between them felt heavier than the classroom had.
"Genya, you all right?"
Midoriya tried to ease his brother's worry, but something was seriously messing with Genya's mind, and it was clear who.
He looked at the back of Sanemi and shivered. He didn't know. One for All had never reacted to someone like this before, he could feel his soul... It was terrifying.
---
Approaching the field, most of Class 1A had naturally grouped together. Mina talked loudly with Hagakure while Denki chimed in every few seconds, though half the things he said barely made sense.
Midoriya, meanwhile, looked like he was trying not to throw up.
Genya walked beside him in silence, hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes occasionally drifted toward the white-haired boy several students ahead.
Sanemi.
Even now, surrounded by aspiring heroes, he walked like he didn't belong there.
Or perhaps...
Like he belonged somewhere worse.
The training field itself was massive, far larger than most schools could ever dream of owning. Multiple lanes stretched across the grounds alongside pitching circles, sprint tracks, grip stations, and reinforced testing areas clearly built for destructive quirks.
Momo seemed far more focused.
"To have this much land solely dedicated toward first-year evaluation..."
Even she sounded mildly impressed.
"SO COOL!"
Ochaco yelped excitedly.
Togaru seemed to agree
"BRILLIANT INDEED."
Mina pumped her fist as she proclaimed.
"This is going to be loads of fun."
A yellow sleeping bag suddenly sat in the middle of the field.
No one noticed when it appeared.
"Fun huh..."
Aizawa slowly unzipped himself before standing.
"Alright, listen up."
Several students jumped slightly.
"Your scores from middle school don't matter here. Neither do entrance exams. This isn't some game, meant to have 'fun' "
He glanced towards Bakugo.
"U.A. is about potential. Rational potential."
Bakugo smirked.
Naturally, this was the type of environment he expected from the number one hero school.
Aizawa continued.
"You'll be performing a Quirk Assessment Test. Eight physical trials. No restrictions on Quirk usage."
Mina brightened immediately.
"Ohhh, so like fitness testing with powers?!"
Aizawa's dead eyes shifted toward her.
"If that's what helps you understand it, sure."
An awkward silence followed. They knew there was a catch, Momo figured something major.
Then...
"Last place will be expelled."
The atmosphere shattered instantly.
"HAHHHHHH?!?!"
Nearly the entire class erupted.
Ochaco looked horrified.
"EXPELLED?! ON THE FIRST DAY?!"
Denki looked ready to collapse. As Denki spoke,
"That's legal?!"
Aizawa blinked once.
"Welcome to U.A. We don't reward..."
He paused. His eyes flared, boring into each and every student.
"Failures."
Sanemi, however, only frowned.
'Good.'
A school for heroes SHOULD cut away the weak. Otherwise, people die.
Genya was managing to ground himself while he still felt ill, but he couldn't fold under this pressure.
Clenching his teeth, balling his fist, he re-centered a steady breath. All Might's words were NOT in vain.
'I'm stronger than this.'
He saw Midoriya's stomach drop as he was getting that anxiety he had tried hard to curb all because of... He looked over to Sanemi once more, now with a fire in his eyes.
'I know I am.'
Aizawa suddenly reached into a crate beside him before pulling out a softball.
"You."
He threw the ball directly toward Bakugo.
"Third year middle school distance throw?"
Bakugo cracked his neck as he stepped forward.
"67 meters."
"Since you scored first place in the entrance exams, you would be good to set an example, you'll use your Quirk to throw it this time."
A grin slowly stretched across Bakugo's face as he glanced arrogantly towards Class 1A.
'Finally... Something interesting.'
Bakugo stepped forward into the throwing circle, rolling his shoulders once as if the entire field was already his. He moved the softball in his palm.
For a moment, nothing happened.
"DIE!!!!!"
BOOM.
The throw detonated outward in a burst of force that cracked the air, sending shock ripples across the field as the ball vanished into the sky like it had been erased from existence.
Aizawa glanced down at his device.
"…1105.4 meters."
A beat of silence. As the class cringed.
Bakugo turned slightly, grin sharp.
He wasn't greeted with the praise he expected. Instead, tilted eyebrows and withheld laughter.
He muttered angrily, "Fucking extras," as he made his way back in the pack,
Aizawa didn't react much to Bakugo's score.
"Next is... Genya Shinazugawa."
Walking forward, Genya immediately felt the weight of the class's attention settle onto him. Bakugo had set a standard.
And now people were staring at him for an entirely different reason.
The resemblance. Even if the scars and eyes were different, nobody could ignore it anymore after seeing Sanemi.
Midoriya shifted slightly.
Ochaco looked between the two brothers again.
Denki leaned toward Sanemi.
"So, that's him, huh..."
Sanemi nodded. He hadn't spoken much to either Togaru or Denki, but even from their optics, it was painfully obvious. They shared the same shit scar for crying out loud.
"...Yeah."
Togaru just smiled as if reminiscing,
"The little grasshopper lived up to my standards already, he is worthy of being my cousin."
Genya tried ignoring them as he stepped into the throwing circle, but his chest felt tight. His quirk was unstable.
Aizawa watched silently as Genya exhaled slowly, gripping the softball harder.
'Don't think too much.'
He planted his foot. The ground trembled lightly beneath him.
Midoriya stiffened.
"Psychorush."
Unlike Bakugo's explosion, Genya's movement looked wrong.
His body lurched forward in looping, uneven bursts, like momentum itself kept violently dragging him ahead faster than he could properly control.
The air warped around him in unstable spirals.
Midoriya instantly recognized it.
'He's using it already?!'
Genya's arm snapped forward.
BOOOOM.
The softball launched upward with brutal force—but unlike the others, his release lacked clean control. The throw veered slightly off-center before correcting midair from sheer velocity alone.
Aizawa checked the result.
"... 872.3 meters."
Bakugo's eyes twitched, a slight crackle of sparks set off, feelings of inadequacy mounted.
'How? Was he holding back this whole time, and he still...'
A few students looked impressed. Others looked concerned.
Because Genya himself almost stumbled after the release.
Jiro's earjacks twitched slightly.
"...His heartbeat's all over the place."
Tsuyu nodded slowly.
"Ribbit... his breathing too."
Genya steadied himself before walking back without saying much.
But while the others focused on his score, Sanemi only noticed one thing.
'Shuya's quirk huh...'
A bit of his lip as flashes popped up in his mind, unpleasant, but he was used to it.
'Must've been when I...'
Only Togaru seemed to notice Sanemi's growing pit he was digging himself in.
"You... Alright?"
Sanemi just waved his hand leisurely, responding.
"Yeah, I'm good."
Togaru sighed as Sanemi appeared to still be lost in thought... It was as if working on ground zero, just like before.
Aizawa's voice rang out again.
"Next is... Mina."
Mina practically skipped forward at hearing her name.
"Finally!"
She stepped into the circle with far too much excitement for a test that threatened expulsion. Acid lightly fizzled beneath her shoes as she bounced in place. Aizawa merely furrowed his brow as she continued.
"Watch this!"
With a quick spin, Mina launched herself forward, using a burst of acid propulsion beneath her feet to accelerate the throw.
The softball rocketed through the air.
Aizawa checked the results. A hint of surprise.
"421 meters."
Mina pumped both fists upward proudly.
"LET'S GOOO!"
Ochaco clapped lightly while Hagakure praised her from seemingly nowhere.
"Great job..."
Aizawa moved on.
"Tsuyu Asui."
Tsuyu stepped forward calmly.
"Ribbit."
Unlike the others, she didn't posture or prepare dramatically. Her tongue lashed outward instantly, wrapping around the softball before violently whipping it overhead with surprising precision.
The crack of the release echoed across the field.
"398 meters."
Tsuyu nodded once.
"Not bad."
Denki blinked.
"... That's quite the tongue there."
Jiro smacked the back of his head and immediately replied,
"You mind rephrasing that?"
A few quiet laughs spread through the class. As Denki apologized.
One after another, students began stepping forward.
Some relied on technique. Others' raw strength.
Shoji used the reach of multiple arms for leverage. Koda awkwardly tossed his with surprising force. Sero attempted style points and nearly spun himself into the dirt.
Then...
"Togaru Kamakiri."
Kirishima instantly lit up.
"YO! MANLIEST BRO'S TURN!"
Tokoyami looked toward him flatly.
"You call everyone manly."
"CAUSE THEY ARE!"
As Kaminari clashed his fist, it might've been a manly overload for him.
Denki pointed toward Togaru.
"Nah, but seriously, He'd never been this... Jacked."
That wasn't entirely wrong. He SHOULDN'T be.
Standing within the throwing circle, Togaru looked more like a wild predator. Blade like protrusions shifted from his arms with unsettling cracking sounds as he rolled his shoulders.
Several students visibly recoiled.
"...Ew."
Momo muttered under her breath.
But Tokoyami was more amazed than creeped out,
"The application of his quirk is truly refined, it's... Outstanding."
Togaru ignored them completely. As he gave a thumbs up to Sanemi, perhaps a show of remembrance or of a silent thank you he never gave, but he would show he did not forget.
Instead, he raised the softball carefully before lowering himself into a strange stance.
low. balanced. Similar
Sanemi's eyes shifted toward him briefly.
'He's using...'
Togaru's breathing, controlled, suddenly vanished forward.
A lunge. Violent and explosive.
"Mantis Breathing: First form..."
His blade like forearm carved through the air beside the softball at the exact moment he released it, creating a spiraling pressure burst that launched the ball like a cannon shot.
"GREEN HURRICANE"
BOOOOM.
The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly as wind spread.
The ball tore across the sky.
Aizawa checked the screen. He was the one coming out of QCF, a couple actually, strange.
"... 855.6 meters."
A few students stared.
Kirishima looked ready to ascend spiritually.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Denki blinked twice.
"... Wow...."
Genya couldn't believe it, he now understood why he had so many points so quickly.
Sanemi was beyond shocked. The fact that he learned concentration breathing to such a level, a smile carved on his face, as he gave a thumbs up towards Togaru.
Togaru smiled and pointed dramatically toward the sky.
"A true warrior leaves even the heavens split in his wake!"
Silence.
Then Tokoyami whispered,
"... Interesting."
Aizawa called out the final name.
"Next is... Sane-"
Sanemi interrupted,
"I opt out of this test."
Aizawa was confident Sanemi was going to start pulling this type of "foolery," for what it's worth, it could be worse.
'ugh, problem children...'
"And finally... Izuku Midoriya."
Midoriya froze. He couldn't help but overthink, as he is next up.
'One for All would destroy my body.'
'Again.'
'And unlike the entrance exam, there would be no hiding it here.'
'What if he placed last, what if he was expelled, what if all that training was fo-'
Genya patted his back,
"You got it, easy peasy, we practiced this before, now it's no different."
Midoriya swallowed hard.
"Right."
He had practiced. Not mastery. Not control. Just enough so he wouldn't completely destroy himself.
Hopefully. Of course, All Might's been too busy as of late.
Stepping into the throwing circle, Midoriya could already feel eyes digging into him again.
Bakugo scoffed loudly from the sidelines.
"Fucking Deku."
Midoriya ignored him for once. Instead, his eyes drifted toward the softball in his hand. Then toward Aizawa.
'He's not even interested...'
Midoriya tightened his grip.
'Then I'll make this count.'
A slow breath escaped him as green lightning suddenly cracked across his arm.
Several students reacted immediately. Unlike the others, this was an actual strength quirk,
"Whoa?!"
Mina nearly jumped.
Even Aizawa's eyes sharpened slightly as she settled down a bit
Midoriya planted his feet carefully.
'Alright, not at full power like before.'
He remembered Genya's advice.
'Contain it, guide it.'
One finger slowly pulled back.
"SMASH!"
CRACK.
The flick alone detonated the air.
The softball disappeared forward in a spiraling shockwave while the pressure blast ripped across the field hard enough to make several students shield their faces.
Aizawa checked the screen.
"... 912.6 meters."
Silence.
Not because of the score.
Because blood slowly dripped down Midoriya's hand. His finger bent unnaturally.
Genya panicked instantly.
"MIDORIYA!"
But before he could rush over, Midoriya grabbed his own wrist tightly, breathing hard.
Bakugo was furious, not just furious but confused beyond belief.
"how?..."
He muttered before bursting into a frenzy.
"YOU DAMN DEKU, HOW THE HELL YOU GET ANOTHER QUIRK, TELL ME!
Leaping as hard as he could, his explosions rang out, screaming for Deku before someone stopped him, blocking his path-
"What the hell are you doing? Do that shit elsewhere."
His eyes locked with Sanemi's, and what he saw was murderous, crazed, a... Villain...
"Oh yeah,"
Bakugo's voice lowered dangerously,
Aizawa activated his quirk, then wrapped Bakugo in capture tape.
"Brat, you're trying to get expelled?"
Bakugo's head turned as he was blazing with fury,
"No...."
He said through gritted teeth.
Aizawa puffed.
'Another Problem child.'
Releasing his quirk and capture tape.
Genya stood beside Midoriya. Checking over him, Genya sighed, both of them seemed to be having issues.
Aizawa clapped, drawing all of class 1A's attention,
"Honestly, better than I thought."
Aizawa paused as he turned to all the students.
"Now, these rounds will be more of a gauntlet, less on individual power and more so consistent results."
The class stiffened.
"Grip strength. Sprint intervals. Jump distance. Target accuracy. Endurance. Reaction."
He paused.
"Rotate quickly. No time wasting."
A beat.
"Now, the first one is gonna be grip strength."
The first station was simple.
A reinforced hydraulic grip meter.
Momo stepped up first without hesitation, analyzing the structure for half a second.
Then produced a custom grip clamp from her arm bracer instead of relying on raw strength, the machine snapped slightly.
"…Above expected."
Aizawa noted.
Momo adjusted, the U.A. Uniform was quite restrictive in her opinion.
Kirishima went next, not a bead of hesitation, as he stepped up to the device.
He crushed the handle with hardened fists until the machine creaked.
-
SPRINT TEST
Todoroki stepped up quietly.
Ice formed under his feet before the whistle even finished. A frozen rail extended forward, moving him across the track, yet froze the surroundings. including his "opponent."
"...That's not very manly,"
Someone muttered.
Tsu commented, still slightly shivering beside Todoroki,
"A little overboard, don't you think? Ribbit."
Aizawa didn't react.
"Efficiency is allowed."
Todoroki finished first without changing expression.
JUMP TEST
Denki stretched his shoulders.
"Alright, I got this—"
He paused.
He discharged controlled electricity into the ground—using it like micro-bursts of propulsion instead of full release.
His jump shot upward in uneven but controlled arcs.
Jiro blinked.
"…Okay. That's actually smart."
-
Sanemi didn't even participate in most stations seriously.
He walked through them.
Grip test bent slightly just from his hold.
Sprint test? He refused.
Jump test? Minimal effort.
Aizawa watched him longer than the others.
"…You're intentionally staying low."
Sanemi shrugged.
"Pointless."
Togaru stepped into the impact lane.
Same calm stance as before.
Kirishima leaned forward immediately.
"THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD."
Togaru didn't respond.
He simply exhaled.
Then moved.
A single forward strike.
The reinforced target folded inward before snapping back out with a delayed shockwave.
The machine's meter blinked red.
"…Error. Upper limit exceeded."
Silence.
Then Kirishima screamed:
"THAT'S MY MANLIEST BRO!!!"
-
Most of the class knew the test was over and to some it was a relief
Midoriya pushed himself too hard again.
Momo paced herself.
Todoroki barely showed fatigue.
Denki started slowing down but maintained rhythm.
Kirishima powered through purely on stubbornness.
And Koji.
Koji Kodai.
Was… just Koji.
Quiet, steady, overwhelmed by the intensity of everyone else.
He stood there, slightly ashamed, until—
Aizawa raised a hand.
"Everyone stop."
The class froze.
Aizawa looked at them all.
"…You're done."
Confusion rippled through the group.
Mina blinked.
"Huh?"
Aizawa scratched his capture weapon slightly.
"I wasn't going to expel anyone."
Silence.
Denki collapsed in relief.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I ALMOST DIED FOR THAT?!"
Aizawa continued.
"That threat was to see who actually thinks under pressure."
His eyes narrowed slightly toward Koji.
"And who breaks."
A beat.
"You all performed… better than expected."
He turned slightly.
"…Even the idiots."
Kirishima, Togaru, and Denki all together, chanting proudly.
"THAT'S CALLED BEING MANLY!"
Uraraka sighed.
"…I need new classmates."
putting his hands in his pockets, he said.
"Alright, we are done here."
Katsuki exhaled slowly, almost expectingly.
"…Tch. Figures."
Aizawa, walking off to the side continued
"There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back look at them."
Midoriya just sighed, glad it's all over. Placing 10th was something he didn't expect. He would have to thank Genya for this.
"Midoriya."
Stopping in front of him was Aizawa with 2 pieces of paper.
"Head to the old lady so she could fix you in the nurses' office."
Turning to Genya, he spoke again.
"You two gotta be more careful from here on out, things are going to get much more difficult anyway, be ready for tomorrow."
Genya and Midoriya said HAI! a little too animated, Ochaco thought
As the class shuffled around, some chatting, others (Tokoyami/Todoroki) hurried off to the classroom.
Sanemi breathed a nervous, shaky gust of wind as he approached Genya.
But he was stopped by Ilda as he chopped his hand robotically.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Ilda stood as he adjusted his glasses,
"You are interfering with the clearly disturbed peer of yours by your..."
A tic mark appeared. Who was this snob little shit of inquiries?
"Man, you are just in the goddamn way, who are you supposed to be anyway?"
Sanemi's shoulder lowered dangerously as he was subconsciously radiating killing intent.
Togaru put a hand on his arm as Denki came over as well.
"Woah, chill dude, he's just being..."
Sanemi finished his sentence.
"An ass?"
Denki scratched the back of his head
"Something like that... Cmon lets just get these papers, dude, you will get another time."
A quick "agreed" came from Togaru's lips as they made their way to the classroom.
Ilda was still a little shell-shocked, recovered his bearings, and made his way to the classroom too.
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I know it got a lot more wonky at the end but i digress, sorry its been aminute not gon make any promises but with the new god of war game coming out it made me remember how i love baldur, such a cool character so lowkey I need to get to 20 chaps before i start that novel up also yall might not know but i know much more about naruto episode by episode than mha and i would say rewatching mha, season 1 and a little of 2 they kindsa just... Skip stuff that need a little bit shown more of so thats why it feels alittle dicy generally was confused about how to do alot of stuff and any dynamics i kinda set my self up for like a dumb ass but luckly most of the introductions is out the way. The battle joint is upon us soon