Electrifying Hero (The Doctor (Herman Carter) x MHA)

The Shocking Entrance Exam

Ten months. Ten months had passed since the sludge incident. Everything had watered down since the mini debut of Carter had stuck air. The first week or so was a nightmare for the sage sadist. Every day was a pester of questions, praise, fear and slight resentment at his apparent tolerance, and even like, for the quirkless.

But despite all of this, months had wirled by in a flash, Y/N barely even knew it was time for the exam, had it not it been for the photographic memory of his brain, or the pestering of classmates. Despite all of this, however, Carter found little respuits of time to practice and hone his quirk, even coming up with a few new innovative ways to put lightning to work.

His newest technique came to him just after the sludge day, through all the bickering and prodding of his classmates, he found a flaw in his quirk. He had realised that even if his Static Blast was a sufficient ranged attack, his Shock Treatment was subpar at best. A measly ten meters put him at risk of being charged and even dodged. And so he came up with a new idea. To make his attack longer took a lot of practice and mild frustration at his short comings but he had accomplished, what he set out to do. His new Shock Therapy attack was now more of a beam than a rod, instead of being a rounded, thick wave, he had made it a straight rectangular line, thinner than usual but its range was unmatched. The beam stretched itself thin at an astounding 35 meters, giving him more than enough range to handle himself.

And so here he stands. Suited up and presentable, as he prefers to look, taking strides into his new place of study and -hopefully- more of an academic challenge. Walking in, both he and Izumi hadn't even realised they were walking in arms reach of each other, that was until Izumi decided the ground would make a good kissing practice and promptly fell face first into the floor. That was until a unfamiliar dame had appeared to help the mid-flight madam.

Y/N had finally realised he was walking alongside Izumi and pulled her by the shoulder, onto her red shoes, and straightened her out.
"I appreciate you for assisting my clumsy friend here. I hadn't even realised she was next to me. The height difference makes her an easy one to miss."
This was indeed true as Carter stood at a staggering six foot and five inches, towering over any of his peers and forcing him to gaze down at his fluffy haired, quirk fanatic, friend whenever they engaged in dialogue.

The natural blush laced girl had to mirror Izumis actions and look up the building of a man, causing a slight intimidation factor to run through her veins as bright blue, electric eyes gazed down at her own.
"I-its fine! It would b-be bad luck to fall down on the first day, right?"

Carter chuckled as she stuttered out a response, Izumi still reeling from the fact she had just been teased over her hight, as he shook the hand of the girl who saved his fluffy haired fiend from a bad luck charm.
"It would indeed. Y/N Carter at your service, this broken broccoli."
He grabbed Izumi by the shoulders, unaware to the fact he was embarrassing said broken broccoli in front of a potential friend.
"Is Izumi Midoriya. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. But unfortunately, the clock is ticking and we want to leave a good impression, we dearly hope to see you again."
He said waving off the brown haired girl, completely forgetting to learn her name.

Carter and Izumi had wandered through hall after hall until finally coming upon the registration booths, being the final few there, the line wasn't so bad, and they were called up in mere minutes.
"Please fill out this form and the course your applying for."
A drone of monotone escaped the lips of the man sitting in the chair.

Y/N spun the form to him and picked up a pen, ready to give out anything necessary. Name? Y/N Carter. Age? Fifteen. Sex? Male. Quirk? Y/ns Spark. Height? Six foot five inches. Additional info? Extreme sadist while quirk is in use. Course? Hero.

After filling out the form, he was waved and ushered away as Izumi did the same. Arrows pointed in every which way, before finally taking him to the examination hall. Rows and rows of potential candidates, and only a few to succeed. Hopes to be crushed and dreams shattered. So much pain from that special number at the end.