"Good morning everyone," Principal Nezu greeted his staff cheerfully. One by one, the teachers of the UA hero course piled into the conference room. For each seat, there was a large manila envelope on the U-shaped desk in front of them. "As you know, this meeting is to review the new applicants for the Hero Course."
"We have a good lineup this year," Said Midnight, the 'R-rated' hero, sifting through the dossier. "Lots of powerful quirks."
"Indeed," Agreed Nezu. "However, as well as a few with some special recommendations from active heroes. But if you would turn to page 15, you'll see that one stands out in particular."
All Might had finally found his seat, one of the last to sit down. He was in his depowered form, and didn't like to call attention to himself, so he entered the room last. Upon sitting down, he complied and sifted to the page specified by the principal. Upon finding it, however, he let out a sudden, violent cough, causing all the staff to turn and look in his direction.
"Everything all right, Toshinori?" Said the principal, still in his cheerful tone.
"Er, yes sir, everything is fine," Said All Might, wiping the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief. Looking over the file he was holding, he could hardly believe his eyes.
It's that kid, thought All Might. From the rooftop. Recalling that day brought back painful memories. He had replayed the conversation they had in his head when he had returned home and felt that perhaps he was too blunt with the boy. He wanted to offer some form of encouragement before he left the rooftop, but instead felt as though he had made things worse. In the end, he realized that it couldn't be helped, and it was better that someone had told him now before he got himself killed.
But the boy had apparently not heeded his advice.
"Izuku Midoriya," Said Nezu, reading from the file. "He will be the first student to take the UA entrance exam without a quirk."
The atmosphere around the room changed abruptly. "Are you serious?" Said Vlad King, the Blood Hero. "Does he have some sort of a death wish?"
"I agree," Said Midnight. "This years' exam is the hardest one yet. We can't in good conscience let him attempt it. He's only going to get himself hurt."
"And even if he did pass the exam," Chimed in Cementoss. "He'll have a near-impossible time keeping up with the material and the other students."
"I understand your concerns," Said Nezu, attempting to quiet the room. "But they are all unfounded. I don't believe that Midoriya will have any trouble with the exam or the material here at UA. In fact, I firmly believe that he will be an excellent addition to the Hero Course."
"Forgive me sir," Said Snipe, the cowboy-like hero. "But what makes you so sure?"
"Because he's being sponsored by Batman."
All Might had to stifle another cough. He and all the other teachers turned to the source of the voice. Shouta Aizawa, hero name Eraserhead, didn't look up from the dossier when he spoke, still looking through the file on Midoriya.
"Wayne is sponsoring a student?" Said Vlad, rolling his eyes. "Is this just some sort of fundraising gimmick?"
"Hardly," Said Aizawa coolly. "If any of you read through the file, you'll see he is not only sponsored by our largest benefactor, but he was personally trained by him as well: aptitude in multiple martial arts, various weapons expertise, advanced technical knowledge, demolitions experience, as well as experience in combat and search and rescue operations," He moved his finger down the paper as he read off the list. "This is a list of all the material that was taught to Midoriya over the span of only 9 months." All Might began sifting through his own file of Midoriya. There it was, in black and white: Midoriya was Batman's new protegee. The teachers all began chattering amongst each other.
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Powerless - A My Hero Academia/ DC Crossover
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya has always wanted to be a hero. But the death of his childhood friend at the hands of a villain, and his idol denouncing his dream, his faith in himself and this hero society has been shaken to its core. But one man still sees his pot...