Puppet Master (MHA x GN!Reader)

A Quirk Assessment Test

A/N: If it's in all caps it means the whole class is shouting it :pp. Aizawa says rational a lot lol. 

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The man somehow stands up while inside the sleeping bag before pulling the zipper down and stepping out. He wears all black with a white scarf around his neck, bags under his eyes and black messy hair.

"It took eight seconds before you all shut up, that's not gonna work," he scolds. "Time is precious, rational students would understand that." He holds his sleeping bag with one hand and looks past us at all the other students.

"I'm sorry," the man turns his attention back to me. "But, who are you?"

He scoffs and looks around the class again. "Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

The whole class looks back at the man, surprised a random man who had shown up in a sleeping bag and looks homeless, would be our homeroom teacher.

"Right, let's get to it." He reaches into his sleeping bag and pulls out a UA tracksuit. "Put these on and head outside."

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After changing into the tracksuits, everyone follows Mr. Aizawa outside to a field.

"WHAT!? A QUIRK ASSESSMENT TEST!?"

"But, orientation," Uraraka whines. "We're gonna mess it!"

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, then you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." I raise an eyebrow, staring at Mr. Aizawa's back. "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions which means I get to run my classroom how I see fits," he turns around to face the class. "You've been taking standardized tests your entire lives, but you've never used your quirk in physical exams before. The country's still trying to say we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational, one day the ministry of education will learn." Mr. Aizawa turns to a boy with spiky blonde hair and red eyes. "Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your furthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Jr. High?"

Bakugo thinks for a moment before responding. "Sixty-seven meters, I think."

"Right, try doing it with your quirk." Mr. Aizawa hands Bakugo a soft ball before he walks to the middle of a circle in the field. "Anything goes, just in the circle. Go on, don't waste our time."

"Alright man, you asked for it." Bakugo stretches his arms before exploding the ball into the air with his quirk, fire trailing behind it.

"You all need to know your maximum capabilities," Mr. Aizawa turns around and shows us his phone which says '705.2 meters.' "It's the most rational way to figure out your potential as a pro hero."

"Whoa! Seven-hundred and five meters?" A boy behind me with blonde hair and a black strand of hair that looks like a lighting bolt exclaims.

Besides me a girl with pink skin claps her hands. "I wanna go! That looks like fun!"

Another boy with black hair and strangely shaped elbows also exclaims. "This is what I'm talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want!"

Mr. Aizawa squints at the class. "So this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero, you think it's all gonna be games and play-time?" Mr. Aizawa smiles. "Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gage a potential. Whoever comes in last place has done, and will be expelled immediately."

Everyone, besides Bakugo, gasp at Aizawa's words.

"Like I said, I get to run this classroom however I like," He lifts up his bangs and smiles again at the class. "If that's a problem, you can head home right now."