It's Not A Strip Club

Chapter 3

 The boys got dropped off at the school by one of their coworkers, Emma. It was on her way to work, so she didn't mind. Izuku grabbed Katsuki's hand and dragged him to 1-A's overcompensating goliath of a door. Katsuki sweatdropped as Izuku beamed. Suddenly they heard yelling in the room. Izuku, not minding the yells, calmly opened the door.

"-no respect! Many upperclassmen have used this desk throughout the years, and you defile it by sitting on it!? Have you no shame?" The blue robot sonic from the entrance exams was yelling at a poor blonde who was sitting on his friend's desk.

"Who put a stick up his ass?" Katsuki whispered into his boyfriend's ears. The greenette shrugged. Izuku started to walk over to his assigned desk when the robot's eyes zeroed in on him.

"You! It seems I have misjudged you!" the robot bowed at 90 degrees, "You understood the test whilst I did not!"

"I-it's okay. . .um?" Izuku was creeped out, and Katsuki was ready to punt a sonic through a window.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Iida Tenya from Somei Academy!" Sonic introduced himself. That explains it, Katsuki thought. The blonde walked to his seat to wait for the teacher.

"If you've come to make friends, go somewhere else," a yellow caterpillar made its appearance outside of the classroom. Izuku recognized the man immediately, but he decided to stay quiet. This is gonna be a fun year. The man got out of his sleeping bag, "Name's Aizawa Shouta. Put these uniforms on and meet me outside in fifteen."

Izuku was the first one outside, on account that he doesn't actually have to change clothes. Katsuki was second. He had a lot of practice from quick changes at the club. It was just them and the teacher for a solid 10 minutes. The boys balked at how slow everyone was.

"Now that you're finally out here. We're going to do a quirk assessment test. M-" Aizawa was cut off by the brunette that Izuku had saved.

"What about orientation?"

"At UA I can run my classroom however I want. You're here with me, and we are doing a test. Any more questions?" Aizawa stared at everybody, except his two new favorites, "Alright. Midoriya, you got first in the entrance exam. What was your middle school score for ball throw?"

"About 100 meters?" Aizawa threw a ball at Izuku,

"I want you to throw it using your quirk. You can do anything, just stay in the circle," Izuku shrugged. He walked into the circle, gave his boyfriend a thumbs up, then shifted. Standing in front of the class was another Bakugou, only his forearms were slightly bigger, and his eyes were green. The class gasped as they stared at the boy.

Izuku grasped the ball in his hand, and he threw it with a huge explosion. Katsuki watched in awe as his boyfriend made a bigger explosion than he ever could. Aizawa showed everyone Izuku's score: 1,023 meters.

"That. Was. Amazing!" Katsuki yelled as he hugged his still transformed boyfriend, "What did you do? Make my glands bigger?"

"That and I adjusted your muscle density to handle the blowback. I've been working on how to help with your quirk, so I practiced in secret." The rest of the class was too shocked to say anything. Aizawa motioned for them to back into line. Izuku transformed back, and they joined the rest of the class.

"Okay. To make this simple. The person with the lowest overall score will get expelled," A few people whined, but they were still too shocked to process what the teacher said.

Over the next hour, everyone tried as hard as they could, but they still stared in shock as Izuku transformed as needed for the test. The only test he didn't transform for was the seated toe touch. Izuku and Katsuki tied for top spot for their incredibly high flexibility. When everyone was done, Aizawa showed the scoreboard. Izuku got first, followed by Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki, then Katsuki. Mineta Minoru got last place.

"Welp. Mineta, go get your stuff. I'm transferring you to Gen. Ed." The small grape boy cried as he ran off.

"Wait! You were serious?" Yaoyorozu asked. She didn't think he was actually going to do it.

"Yep," he turned to Izuku, "Midoriya, Go to class 1-C. Tell Present Mic that Hitoshi Shinso will now be joining class 1-A." The greenette grinned and ran off.

Izuku and Katsuki walked home feeling accomplished. If the two came home dragging a purple haired, designer eye bag wearing teenager behind them, the parents didn't say a word. If the parents saw a softness for this stranger in their two boys, then they kept it to themselves, silently making a sucker's bet with a certain Midoriya.