The Unwilling Traitor

Chapter Three - Physical Exam

Izuku probably would have fallen asleep if his teacher didn't come in when he did. Arousing from his palm that he was so comfortably leaning on, he sneaked a glance at the person who was to be his teacher for the rest of his time at the U.A. The teacher didn't make an effort to quietly make his way to the desk. His footsteps echoing in the now silent classroom. He was a tall, messy looking man with frizzy hair that trekked just barely past his shoulders, and he wore a black sweatshirt with matching black pants. And to top it off, a long, slim scarf that was wrapped loosely around his slim neck, only to hang low into his collarbone.

Mr. Teacher Man stopped abruptly next to the desk, not even bothering to sit down. He took the clipboard with the huge stack of papers wedged in all its crevices and slammed it against the cold, white surface of the desk.

"My name is Azaiwa, but you will call me Mr. Azaiwa for I will be your homeroom teacher for your time at this school. Outside of school you will address me as Eraserhead, for that is my Pro Hero name." The rest of his long, elaborated speech that he had clearly been practicing faded away to a small buzz in Izuku's ears. Mr. Azaiwa sounded as if he didn't want to be here. He seemed tired. Izuku can't blame him though. He was just as exhausted, and he can thank the events of last night for that.

Just thinking about last night made Izuku shiver. The lingering image of his 'father's' face burned into his mind, causing Izuku to get a slight shiver down his spine.

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The sound of chairs being dragged across the floor aroused him from his thoughts that had been pulling him under for who knows how long.

Everyone was leaving the room. Mr. Azaiwa must have given an assignment and Izuku wasn't even listening! Some good first impression I'll make. Izuku grumbled to himself as he lined up behind the others.

Still confused on what they were going to do, Izuku followed them blindly toward an opening  behind the school which he could only guess to be training grounds.

"Alright, we will be conducting our physical exams here." Mr. Azaiwa called over the students. "Bakugou. Last exam back in middle school, how far was your ball throw?"

"65.4 meters, I think." Kacchan replied.

"Now, do the exact same thing, but use your quirk." Mr. Azaiwa handed Kacchan the ball.

Grasping the ball in-between his fingers, Kacchan stepped into the chalk drawn circle, and wound up his arm.

He thrust the ball high up into the air using his explosions all while screaming "DIE!"

Mr. Azaiwa slowly looked over to the small device that Izuku could only guess to track how far the ball went.

"704.6 meters." Mr. Azaiwa said bluntly. 

"Woah!"

"That far?"

"I could never beat that!"

A bunch of voices suddenly exploded from the students, and Izuku would have to say, he was impressed too. That far? Kacchan has gotten stronger.

"Next." Mr. Azaiwa continued down the line of students, measuring how far they could throw the ball, and finally, he got to Izuku.

"Izuku Midoriya." He called, and Izuku stepped up.

Izuku doesn't necessarily trust his quirk for the time being, given the events of last night, but he reluctantly stepped up to the now messed up circle. He grasped the ball in his hand, and slowly brought it behind his head. Winding up, he threw the ball as hard as he could while activating full cowling. The ball soared over the trees and landed at least 15 seconds after he threw it.

Once again, Mr. Azaiwa slowly turned to look at the device.

"1,023.6 meters." He said in his monotone voice.

"No wAY!"

"That's not-"

"Even farther than Bakugou's!"

"DEKU YOU DUMB CAMEL HOW DARE YOU BEAT ME!" ©

Izuku stood in awe of his own strength. He knew it would go far, but not that far. Maybe the squared device didn't affect me after all. Izuku thought, unconsciously grasping at his shoulder.

"Yeah! This is fun!" One girl called from the back of the crowd. She was - pink? Horns jutted our from her hair that closely resembled Izuku's.

"Fun?" Mr. Azaiwa turned to her. "Well, if this is all fun and games, the person who gets the lowest score is expelled."

"wHAT?" The whole class screamed.

Mr. Azaiwa turned away and gestured for us to continue our tests.

Next was the grip test. Izuku didn't do that bad, actually, but an octopus-like kid almost broke the device just by squeezing it.

"Man, are you a gorilla or something!?" A kid with an electric quirk asked.

Then there was the sprint test. Using his full cowling, Izuku came in first, with a kid with an engine quirk right behind me.

We continued with our tests, and we eventually finished them. Everyone was jittery with nervousness. Slowly looking at the score board, Izuku saw his name in the second place slot, right under Kacchan.

"Oh no, I came in last!" The same kid with the electric quirk wailed.

"Oh, that was just a bluff to get you all to go to your full potential." Mr. Azaiwa didn't even look up from his clipboard.

Everyone stood in silence, disbelief written all over their faces.

This was an interesting first day, believe it.

FINISHED ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!!! Aww yea.