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chapter 3

"Izuku! Do you have everything already for school?" 

"Yeah!" Midoriya replied while putting on his red sneakers.

"How about your handkerchief? Your hanky?"

"I have it! Now i gotta go, I'm going to be late." he slid his backpack on his shoulder and got up to open the door.

"Izuku!" the boy turned his head.

"What is it?!" his mother smiled at him while saying.

"Do your best out there."  his mother smiled at him while saying.

"I'm off!" he returned the smile to her mother.

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Midoriya was now walking down the hallways of UA high school he was muttering at how ridiculously huge the place was.

"Okayy...1-A...1-A...1-A, this place is too big.." He finally then found the huge door with the words
'1-A' engraved on it. He hesitantly slid the huge door open the first thing he saw was the guy who scolded him from the auditorium was now also reprimanding Bakugo. He looked around the room he saw you cleaning your desk beside the window, he turned his gaze again at the scene he saw earlier.

"Oh, It's you!" He turned his head from Bakugo to Midoriya now all the attetion was on him now.

"I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is--" he said while he walked to him like a robot.

"I heard, you we're the one who scolded me in the auditorium.." Midoriya mumbles the last sentence.

"I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida-kun.." he nervously said to him.

"Midoriya, you realized there was something more to that practical exam, didn't you?"

"Eh?"

"I had no idea, i misjudged you. I hate to admit it, but you are better than me" he turned his head away in guilt. 

'Sorry i actually didn't realize anything' Midoriya thought to himself while sweat-dropping.

He felt someone staring at him more likely glaring holes at him, he turned his head away from Iida. When he did he saw the person he didn't wanna see again, the ash blond was death glaring at him so intensely he could've died right there.

"Oh hey! you're that curly hair, the plain-looking one!" He turned around seeing the girl who he helped at the entrance exam. He blushed when the girl complimented on how strong he was.

"W-well I-I U-uhM!" he couldn't even say proper words.

"Go somewhere else if you're just here to play at being friends." Midoriya froze when he saw a hobo man on a yellow sleeping bag. Uraraka turned around when she realized that the boy was staring at something or somebody behind her. The man stood up and unzipped his sleeping bag.

"It took eight seconds before you we're quiet. You kids are not rational enough." The attention was now all on the man. 

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shoto Aizawa."

He then told all of us to wear a jumpsuit and meet him at the open field. When they we're finally done and are now at the field some of them questioned about the other opening events.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" Uraraka asked

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't watse time for such leisurely events." The pro hero then explained how the teacher choose how to run their classes. He then pulled out a phone that had physical fitness tests for the students as he explained them.

"L/n, you finished first on the practical exam, right?" He turned his gaze at the H/c girl who nodded in response.

"In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?"

"74 meter.."

"Then, try doing it with your quirk.

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Y/n now stood inside the circle, Aizawa said she could do whatever she wanted as long as she stays in the circle. Y/n prepared herself and calmed herself down. There was suddenly a shadow forming into an arm beside her as she moved her fingers, the arm grasped the softball. The shadow-like arm pulled back then it was quickly pitched at a fast speed. Aizawa showed the phone where the score you got was.

1783.9 meters

The class was filled with gasps some praised the girl, Y/n went back to her place where all the others where.

"That's so cool!"

"This is kinda fun!"

"You think this is fun? You have three years to become a hero and that's gonna be your attitude all the time?" The excitement immediately went out, The man was now smirking at all of them.

"All right, Whoever comes last places in all eight tests will have the punishment of expulsion." Th class yelled with worried faces. The worst of them all was Midoriya, not being capable of controlling his quirk yet. Y/n noticed Midoriya's distress so she did the best she could do to make him feel better, she put her gloved hand on his shoulder and a thumbs up. The boy smiled at her.

The first test was 50-meter dash, it was fairly easy for you since you could easily teleport to the finish line. Second was Grip strength, you just used what you did in the softball throw and used your quirk to enhance your strength. Now they we're back to softball throwing, Uraraka had the advantage for this since her quirk is zero gravity, thus she got infinity. The only last one left was Midoriya, he was still in distress after seeing his other peers scores. 

"Izuku." Midoriya turned around when he heard your voice calling out for him, he saw you pulling out a thumbs up, somehow it got him fired up and more confident about himself. He smiled, pulling his arm back and activating his quirk and finally he threw it...And it only got him to a few meters. The boy had a dumb-founded face.

"I definetly used it right there.."

"I erased your quirk" Midoriya now recognized the man, the undergrounf hero, Eraser Head. The man told him about his problem of being not capable of controlling his quirk. The scarf let go of Midoriya.

"I've returned your quirk, you have two turns for the ball throw."

When Midoriya composed himself he tried again to throw the ball while of course using his quirk. The teacher looked at his phone to see his score.

705.3 meters

"Sensei, I can still move!" he sent a crooked grin to his teacher and Y/n. 

"This kid..!" The teacher grinned.

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hello bebs, sorry for not updating for weeks! I didn't really have the time and motivation to write another chapter, this chapter is pretty boring..Bye bye for now! ✿*,(*'◕ω◕'*)+✿.*