~𝕄𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝~

~𝟜~

~𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕝𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟, 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜.~

   ~"𝔻𝕀𝔼!!"~

   ~𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙.~
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   Everyone watched as the ball was sent flying. The teacher turned to the class and spoke.

   "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."

   He turned the screen to face the group, and they stared in shock at the number.

   "Whoa, 705 meters, are you kidding me?"

   "I wanna go! That looks like fun!"

   "This is what I'm talkin' about, usin' our Quirks as much as we want!"

   "How did someone beat HIM in the entrance exam?"

   "And who?"

   The teacher raised glared at them until the class stopped talking. Y/n felt someone looking at him. Bakugo.

   "So this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero. Do you think it's all gonna be games and play time? Idiots. Today, you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

   Everyone gasped and yelled out in protest. Y/n was fairly confident in himself since he scored so high on the entrance exam.

   "Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

   "You can't send one of us home!
I mean, we just got here!"

"Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"

   "Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power‐hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra‐style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

   The air seemed to grow tense around the students.

   "Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

   He blew a whistle, and the first event was up. A test of speed. There was a weird robot thing on the end of the track. Y/n was faced against the guy with blue hair, the first two up. He stood with his back to the track, his wings extended outwards. The robot talked.

   "Runners, on your marks. Ready‐‐"

   A gunshot noise went off, and he launched himself backward with his wings. The robot thing beeped twice.

   "Runner one:  Three point zero four seconds. Runner two: Three point seven nine seconds."

   Y/n rolled and landed on his back, his wings covered in dirt. The blue hair guy helped him up.

   "I don't think I've ever had anyone compete so closely with my speed levels."

   He smiled at him, and Y/n smiled back.