MHA : Evolving : Chapter 3
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I recently found some people were confused on this, so I just want to make it clear that Izuku DOES NOT have One for All right now. I'm undecided if he'll get it at all.
All Might wasn't the one to save him from the Sludge Villain in this, the one who did save him will be revealed later (and yes, I HAVE already decided who that is)
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' Izuku '
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Frowning, Izuku glanced down at his schedule as he wandered the halls of UA, trying to find his homeroom in the massive complex.
"They couldn't have included a map?" he grumbled to himself, his other hand using a grip training tool to exercise, having taken up training to distract himself from his nerves.
"You okay there?" hearing a voice he didn't recognize, Izuku looked up to see a girl with orange hair grinning at him, her uniform showing she was a first year Hero course student as well.
"I'm kinda lost." Izuku admitted sheepishly, "I'm trying to find class 1-A."
"Oh, me too. I'm Itsuka Kendo, nice to meet you." The now named orangette, who was also his classmate, offered her hand as he shook it.
"Izuku Midoriya." He returned with a nod as they set out to find their classroom.
"Wait, as in number one at the entrance exam Midoriya?" Kendo's eyes widened in shock as they rounded a corner, a sign sticking out of the wall thankfully saying 1-A.
"Yeah, I was kinda surprised when I saw my ranking." Izuku admitted, having no idea about the whole 'rescue points' thing.
He'd thought he'd lost a lot of points whenever he moved to help out the other applicants who hadn't been assholes to him.
"I can get that. I know I wasn't expecting fifth place." Kendo nodded as they entered the class, Izuku noticing that while he was thankfully spared Bakugo, the blue haired guy who'd kept calling him out at the exams was here.
"Good, you're all here." A voice came from the shadowed corner, its occupant having apparently gone unnoticed by the class as the other eighteen members of class 1-A who'd beaten himself and Kendo to the room jumped startled.
From the shadow came a man in all dark clothe, a long grey scarf around his neck and eyes that made Izuku feel nervous.
"My name is Shota Aizawa, and I will be your homeroom teacher during your time here at UA. Well, so long as you're in the heroics course at any rate."
"Sir, what are you talking about. We are here so why would you expect us to not continue to be in this course?!" the blue haired guy from the exam stood up, shouting and robotically chopping the air.
"I'm going to be blunt." Aizawa pulled a juice pouch from…somewhere and drained it, "I have very high standards for myself and the Hero Profession.
That means I'll be holding you to a high standard. If I feel you don't have the potential, that you're not giving it your all, that you're wasting my time, then I'll have you kicked out of this course and down to Gen Ed so fast your head will be spinning.
And if you don't believe me then check class records, I had to expel all of 1-A last year."
"Wait, you're telling me there's no class 2-A?!" an energetic sounding pair of clothes that he assumed just contained an invisible girl shouted in shock.
"No, there is one." Aizawa didn't seem phased at everyone's mental whiplash "Students from other courses have the potential to be moved to the Hero course should they show both aptitude and desire.
Meaning if I kick you out you have the chance to earn your way back, but even if you do make my cut a skilled enough student from one of the other courses can take that spot away if you're not careful." The man's aura was terrifying as Izuku saw one of his classmates.
A boy with purple balls for hair, get reduced to frantic tears. "Now, put these on." And as if the last conversation never happened, the man's death gaze was gone as he lazily dropped a large bag on his desk.
"Inside you'll find gym uniforms with your name on them. Change and meet me in the fields outside within ten minutes."
"But sir, what about orientation?" the brunette girl he remembered saving from the Zero pointer looked shocked.
"Orientation is a waste of time, now move it. You only have nine minutes and twelve seconds left."
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' Aizawa '
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Lazily drinking another juice pouch, Shota waited for his students to get down here. He'd typically prefer to do his usual expulsion threat, it was only a scare if they impressed him, but Nezu had him explain things to the students first.
Probably because of that watch list kid Midoriya, something he didn't really blame Nezu on.
That kid needed training and if Nezu's guess about his history of being abused was true, combined with the kid's Hero obsession his file indicated, then he'd likely go vigilante if expelled which had more than once turned a good person into a villain.
Whether it be from what they saw or how society treated them for their actions. Hearing the doors open, he noticed them coming down as a group. Some looked nervous, some looked confident, and others just plain apathetic.
"Good, you all made it in time." Aizawa clicked his pen and readied his result recording gadget "During your entrance exams, you all got a small taste of using your quirks in a practical setting.
The Ministry of Education insists that outside of schools for Heroes like UA, that Quirks not play a part in your daily lives. This is irrational and a hinderance.
Midoriya, step forward." His gaze focused on the small greenete, the kid looking extremely nervous and not at all like the raging combatant he watched get first place in the exams.
"There are several standard fitness tests you would have done in Middle School, ones where your Quirks were forbidden." Pulling a softball out he tossed it to the kid.
"Midoriya, you scored first in the practical. How far could you throw a softball back in Middle School?"
"T-twenty Meters sir." The kid looked away, clearly uncomfortable at his score. Although whether that score was because of lack of confidence, due to him not having trained before, or fear of what his bullies would do Aizawa wasn't sure.
"Well do it again but with your quirk." Aizawa pointed to the circle "You can do whatever you want so long as you don't leave that ring."
"Is this wimp really the guy who got first place?" Mineta muttered to his classmates, particularly the female ones. Great, he just had to get the horny student.
Every year had at least one applicant who thought being a hero was the fast and easy track to getting laid. "What a loser. I bet I'll beat his scores." He saw Mineta eyeing the girls as he spoke, hoping they'd be impressed.
Midoriya on the other hand showed his nervous expression turn into a scowl, perhaps something had happened before they got to the field for that kind of a reaction to happen so easily.
"Understood Sensei." Midoriya growled, his body growing and skin darkening as he transformed into his new state. Thankfully UA had tracksuits for students with size altering quirks, so he wasn't suddenly naked.
The students who hadn't seen his quirk in action were all stunned and muttering up a storm, particularly a now terrified Mineta. With a yell, Midoriya reared back and threw the softball as hard as he could.
"Four hundred and sixty-two meters." Aizawa read off the device that recorded the throw, showing it to the students.
"This is the difference between using your quirks and not, the level I intend to train you as heroes. As I mentioned before if I feel you aren't giving your all, if I feel you don't have the potential, then you're gone.
And, as a nice little incentive, I'll add this. The person who comes in last place will spend the next week cleaning the classroom by themselves after school."
"But that's not fair!" Mineta cried out, the diminutive boy likely already afraid he'd take last place.
"Life's not fair." Aizawa glared at the now pale students, his eyes glowing and scarf billowing ominously "Earthquakes, storms, war, villain attacks.
These things all take lives, they kill innocent people, and they…aren't…fair. Your job as heroes is to do all you can do balance out the unfairness in the world, to help as many people as you can. If that's too much for you then just quit now and stop wasting my time.
Midoriya, back in line. Kirishima, you're up next." One by one the students did their tests, doing everything they could to avoid coming in last.
Eventually though, the scores were tallied "Mineta, you've placed last so for the next week you're doing all the cleaning in the classroom by yourself.
Yayorozu, you placed first, so you don't have to do any cleaning for the week after Mineta's punishment ends." The students all nodded "Now, go change and collect the syllabuses that were left for you in your desks.
You can spend the rest of the day exploring campus and learning the layout, if you have any questions I'll be in my office until four. First though, Mineta, Midoriya, stay behind."
"Did you need something Sensei?" Midoriya approached him first, the boy not as angry as he was earlier but thankfully not a stuttering mess. Mineta however was blubbering like a child.
"Yes. Firstly Mineta, I want to make it clear that if you don't shape up you won't last long in my class. If you're just here in the hopes of getting a girl to spread her legs, then you should quit now and find a new career path." The purple haired boy blubbered but Aizawa didn't care as he sent the boy away, Midoriya waiting patiently.
"And me sir?" Midoriya probed, his eyes showing his nerves were starting to manifest again.
"I noticed that you've put on a large amount of muscle compared to the picture in your file which is barely a year old. I wanted to know how you changed so drastically." Aizawa didn't want to think his student would use steroids but wanted to be sure.
"A few months ago, I got attacked by a sludge villain." Midoriya shuddered at the memory "I used my quirk for the first time in years which is how I learned it was more than just turning grey."
That much he knew from the kids file but he didn't interrupt "The Hero who captured the villain took me to a quirk doctor to figure out what happened, and they had a specialist with an Analysis Quirk study mine to figure out what it actually did.
when they found out the full details the hero who saved me pointed out how my passive healing factor would be amazing for training as I could exercise hard and need next to no recovery periods.
I spent the next several months cleaning Takoba Municipal Beach Park, hauling the garbage to an actual dump to work various muscles."
"Good. Well with UA we have actual training facilities. Go get your syllabus which will have your full student ID and list what Gym you can use." Aizawa sent the boy off, silently thankful that Nezu had thought ahead and made sure Midoriya and Bakugo didn't have access to the same facilities.
Watching the kid leave he made his way to the staff room, hopefully he'd get a chance to speak with Kan about how the Bakugo kid was acting.
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