MultiQuriked

Quirk Assessment

Y/N POV

I quicken my pace to UA. Stupid villain, making me late on my first day. I smile seeing the gate coming into view. But I groan seeing it closed.

Y/N: "Dangit."

Not being stopped I leap as I get close. Landing on the other side I smile.

Y/N: "Take that gate."

I book it to class. Getting to the door I throw it open seeing the teacher already beginning the lesson.

Aizawa: "There a particular reason you're late?"

Y/N: "Slept through my alarm."

Aizawa: "Just take your seat."

I take a seat next to Deku.

Deku: "Late on the first day?"

Y/N: "Better than not showing up at all."

He tilts his head.

Deku: "True."

We look at Aizawa as he withdraws a uniform.

Aizawa: "Put one of these on and meet in the training field."

Zipping up my uniform I head with the other students to the field.

Uraraka: "Shouldn't we be in orientation?"

Aizawa: "Wanna make the big leagues? Don't waste time on pointless ceremonies. UA isn't bogged down tradition. Meaning I'm given free reign on how to run my class. All your life you've done nothing but standardized tests, never being able to utilize your quirks in physical exams. Which is what today is gonna be about. Bakugo."

He tosses him a softball. 

Aizawa: "I want you to toss this while using your quirk."

He then points to a circle.

Aizawa: "Anything goes, just stay in the circle."

Bakugo walks into the circle. Reeling back his arm he launches the ball with aid of an explosion. It soars into the air until eventually landing quite a distances away.

Aizawa: "Seven hundred and five point two meters. Not bad."

Mina: "This looks like fun!"

Aizawa: "Fun huh? Then how's this? Whoever comes in last at the end of these tests gets booted from my class."

The others become nervous as Aizawa smiles menacingly.

Aizawa: "Let the games begin."

I find myself crouching down at a start line. My opponent then does the same.

Iida: "Good luck."

I smile.

Y/N: "Same to you."

Robot: "Fifty meter dash. Ready? Go!"

The gun fires. Immediately I take off. Not even three seconds later I slide past the finish line.

Robot: "Two point seven three seconds. New record."

Next I find myself in the gym with a grip machine in my hand. Squeezing it the screen cracks.

Y/N: "Oops."

Robot: "Standing long jump. Begin."

I inhale leaping. I easily clear it. After a few more tests I find myself back at the ball throw. 

Aizawa: "Y/N L/N. Take your place."

I nod walking into the circle. Reeling back my arm I launch the ball. It whistles quickly leaving the area. Eventually it leaves our line of sight.

Aizawa: "One thousand five hundred sixty two point three meters. Well done."

Finally we stand in front of Aizawa awaiting our scores.

Aizawa: "Time for your results. You've been ranked from best to worst. But you should already have a good idea on where you stand."

He makes a projection displaying our scores. I smile seeing my name at the very top.

Aizawa: "Mineta. You came in last."

He becomes scared. Aizawa then shows a cold smile.

Aizawa: "I was just lying. No one's going home. I merely said that so you'd give it your all."

I chuckle.

Aizawa: "That's all for today. Grab a syllabus from the classroom. Have it read by tomorrow morning."

3rd POV

As the students leave Aizawa takes a look at the leaderboard. More so number one.

Aizawa: "Kid passed with flying colors. Like he's some kinda superhuman. There's definitely something off about him. Wonder what it is."