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Assistant: Title: Revolution in Green
        Author: Zarconath Zarconath 
        Chapter: 14/78 
        Summary: All Might actually dedicates himself to becoming a better teacher, and decides to train more than just his successor before U.A. As he prepares for the future, plans by the Commission and All for One are put into motion that will ultimately rock the nation.Arcs:Pre-U.A: Chapters 1 - 9Entrance Exam and Beginning at U.A: Chapters 10 - 17USJ: Chapters 18 - 23Sports Festival: Chapters 24 - 32Internships: Chapters 33 - 41Final Exams: Chapters 42 - 47Summer Camp: Chapters 48 - 53Provisional Exam: Chapters 54 - 59Work-Studies: Chapters 60 - 70Cultural Festival: Chapters 71 -Updates every other Friday.Now with a TvTropes page!
        Contents: Chapter 14: Assessment
    

    

        
          
          
            Class 1-A experiences Aizawa's quirk assessment test, and not everyone is happy with the results.
          
        

      
        
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    Ready position. Turn left, step back. High block. Middle punch. Rest. Turn left, step forward. Forward kick. X-block high. Rest. Step back. Low block. High punch. Izuku stopped in the middle of his early morning workout routine, green lightning flaring over his skin before releasing his hold on One For All. Something had felt odd about the last motion in his kata. Even now, with some control over One For All, Izuku found it easier to practice with the controlled, careful movements of a martial arts routine. However, what he had just felt was not controlled. It was not careful. And it certainly was not routine. He felt a similar sort of energy as One For All flooding into his punch. But it wasn’t One For All. Izuku knew the storm inside of him now, and despite the constant pressure to use more of his power, he knew he could control it, with focus. This felt like power seeping into him through the punch, power that he had no idea the source of. And that worried him. Again. Ready position. Turn left, step back. High block. Middle punch. Rest. Turn left, step forward. Forward kick. X-block high. Rest. Step back. Low block. High punch. This time Izuku released One For All as if it had burned him. Cautiously he held out his right hand, flexing his fingers, looking for any sign of damage, but found nothing. The energy that had flooded through his body felt … different from One For All. Purer. Rawer. Not the same sort of electric, buzzing energy that he had come to associate with his quirk, bucking and begging to be used, but something more like condensed motion. The feeling of movement crystalized. He certainly wasn’t going to go through any more of his morning routine with his quirk behaving oddly. He’d have to find All Might and speak to him in private. Perhaps he’d be able to find time after orientation. The man had never spoken of anything like this, but he had been introducing Izuku to One For All slowly, with a care for keeping him safe. Perhaps this was what happened as his body acclimated to the quirk and became capable of using larger percentages. Even after Kyoka had suddenly left his room last night, they had still chatted a bit over text before going to sleep, planning on a morning jog just to get the jitters out. Given that his morning kata had ended early and she wouldn’t be down for their run for another twenty minutes or so, Izuku decided to take the time to relax in the common room.  As he stepped inside from the courtyard at the center of the dorm, he found, instead, their homeroom teacher standing in the kitchen giving him an odd look. Eraserhead stood, capture weapon wrapped around his shoulders and yellow goggles hanging around his neck, nursing a mug of steaming coffee looking as if he had not slept all night. Given that he was an underground hero and did most of his patrols at night, perhaps he hadn’t. “I’m happy someone’s up, at least.” Aizawa did not look as if he had ever been happy in his life, but Izuku decided not to point that out. “There are gym uniforms for all twenty of you over there.” A gesture to one of the tables in the common room showed a stack of uniforms in different sizes waiting to be put on. “Make sure everyone is wearing those and at the PE grounds at eight AM. I also left written instructions in case no one was up.” With that, the hero drained the rest of his coffee and stalked out towards the front door. “So we’re not attending orientation?” The ceremonies officially started at eight thirty, but Izuku knew that they’d need to be there earlier than that to attend. He also knew that U.A teachers had a great deal of flexibility in how to run their classes, and that apparently extended to even today. “No. We have something far more important to do.” Eraserhead turned back to Izuku with a sharp look. “If any of your classmates are late or not there, I will consider it your fault, Midoriya.” Not waiting for a reply, he slipped through the front doors and away from the dormitory. Izuku sighed. There went any hope of having a nice relaxing morning. At least Kyoka would be up soon to help him make sure everyone was ready by eight. He wondered idly what Eraserhead considered more important than orientation, but was sure it would be intense. In all the commotion of getting his classmates ready for whatever Aizawa wanted them for, Izuku momentarily forgot the odd behavior of One For All. --- For being such a prestigious high school, Yosetsu had somewhat expected even U.A’s PE grounds to be a plus ultra version of a normal school’s grounds. Given the lengths they went through for the entrance exam, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see world class tracks and sandpits and the like, with multiple of each. Something that the olympics of olden times would have been held in.  Instead, what he found was something that would not be out of place at any random Tokyo high school. Well, assuming that a random Tokyo high school would have four copies of everything. He supposed it made sense: some quirks could be quite destructive, and it would be a pain to have to shut down PE for the day if someone accidentally destroyed a part of a track. Still, no one had any idea why they had been called out here. Midoriya had said that Eraserhead had been clear that they were not going to orientation, that they had something more important to do. He was almost inclined to dismiss Midoriya’s instructions as an elaborate prank, but he supposed that it would be difficult (although certainly not impossible) to fabricate written instructions on U.A letterhead. Thankfully, any thoughts of this being a prank were dashed when Eraserhead strode up to the collected class at exactly eight AM carrying a tablet and a softball with an electronic ring around the outside. If he was surprised to see all twenty of them there, he hid it well. His fellow students quickly noticed their teacher and quieted down, but apparently not fast enough for Aizawa’s liking. “It took you all fifteen seconds to quiet down. You waste far too much time. I expect you to be better in the future. We have a lot to cover so we’re going to get started right away with a quirk apprehension test.” Eraserhead barely seemed to be looking at them as talked to them, instead glaring just over their heads. There were brief murmurs at this, but no real outcry as Midoriya had already told them that this would be replacing their orientation “Good, you understand that here at U.A I have the freedom to run my class as I see fit. The entrance exam is illogical in how it tests you, so I have a different, better way. Kaibara, please step forward.” Yosetsu glanced to his side where Sen was standing, but he didn’t seem particularly worried as he stepped towards their teacher. “You scored the most villain points on the entrance exam. What was your longest throw with a softball in middle school?” “Low sixties. Sixty two meters, if I remember right.” Yosetsu was pretty sure that was right, because his best was sixty one and d@mn if Sen didn’t rub that in his face for the day after their tests. “Try doing it now with your quirk. Feel free to do whatever you need to do as long as you don’t leave the circle.” Eraserhead tossed the electronic softball to Sen who had a small smirk on his face. Yosetsu knew that smirk, one full of confidence. Sen had worked impressively hard on fine tuning his timing to get as much extra leverage and rotational speed as he could, and the main task he had practiced on was throwing. He had had his reasons, and it seemed serendipitous that it would come to help him so early in his career. After briefly stretching, Sen began to rev up his quirk, rotating a few parts of his body quickly, before taking a pitching stance. As he had done so many times before, Sen spun his leg before planting it, transferring the rotation to his torso, and using it to whip his right arm forward. What was new was that he did it all at what was, as far as Yosetsu knew, his top speed. The timing window on the transfer of momentum from his plant leg to his torso was razor thin, and only got narrower as he stepped up the speed. Aizawa simply watched impassively as the ball flew off before the tablet in front of him beeped. He turned it so the entire class could see the distance that Sen had thrown the ball: 846.2 meters. Yosetsu listened with half an ear as their teacher explained exactly what they would be doing, using their quirks on the standard physical education fitness tests from middle school. Already he was running through how he could use his quirk to boost his scores on these silly tests. Yosetsu winced as he heard Ashido and Tokage behind him declare that this would be fun. First of all, not all of the students here had quirks that were suited for these particular physical tests. Yosetsu himself could only see how his quirk could really help in one of the standard tests, depending on exactly how it was run, but perhaps there would be variations on some of the other tests that he could excel at. Second, Eraserhead did not seem like the type of teacher to take kindly to the idea of students finding fun in his lessons. Indeed, the man’s lidded eyes widened slightly as he glared at the two girls, roughly interrupting them. “Fun? You think this will be fun? We have three years to turn you all into heroes worthy of the name. We don’t have time to waste on ‘fun.’ Normally I would simply expel anyone not taking these tests seriously. But I’m the Vice Principal now,” there were a handful of gasps from the class. No one had expected this disheveled man to be quite so high up in the administration. “And I have standards I need to follow. Regardless, suffice it to say that anyone who doesn’t give it their all, anyone who fails to demonstrate their potential to be a hero, they will wish that I expelled them. Understand?” --- Izuku was trying hard not to look too excited. After Aizawa had given Ashido and Tokage a verbal dressing down for daring to suggest that being allowed to use their quirks however they wanted might be fun, everyone had been a bit more subdued. He still wasn’t sure why Aizawa had seemed to glare at him as much as he had during his response, though. Regardless, Izuku was looking forward to seeing the rest of his classmates’ quirks in action. He knew a few of them, and could guess a few more, but the majority were completely unknown to him. He only wished that he could have brought his notebook so he could be taking notes throughout the tests. He’d have to spend some time afterwards writing down as much as he could remember. The fifty meter dash was the first test. Somewhat surprisingly, most students weren’t able to use their quirk to speed them up too much. Kaibara was able to use his quirk to quickly clear the distance in long, bounding steps, while Ashido used her acid to skate on by. The two were both obviously some of All Might’s students, as he remembered their quirks from his earlier analyses. Yaoyorozu created herself a pair of rollerblades, while Todoroki blasted himself forward on a wave of ice, both obviously deserving the title of recommendation students.  Keeping One For All at five percent, however, Izuku was able to take one of the highest scores just by running normally. Looking at the tests laid out in front of them, he figured that he was lucky in that his quirk would directly help him in more than half of the tests, and his training with All Might would see him through in the rest. Some of his classmates, including Kyoka, honestly, might have to get a bit more creative. The next test was a test of grip strength, and this time around there was more creativity in quirk usage. Some students were just naturally strong, including Pony and Kirishima. Shoji was arguable one way or the other, because he scored even higher than Izuku himself when using all six of his arms, even though only using two he would have been quite impressive indeed. Kendo and himself had fairly straightforward uses of their quirks to get decent scores, while Shiozaki and Kyoka used their hair and earjacks, respectively, to increase their scores. Shiozaki was more successful in that attempt. Kodai managed to shrink the grip machine to a size small enough where she could apply what was measured as a significant force on the sensor.  But Izuku thought the most clever technique was what Awase managed to do. He pressed as hard as he could before welding the machine in place. Then, carefully working his way tighter and tighter in bursts, he unwelded and rewelded the machine together six or seven times, ultimately coming up with one of the highest scores in the class. The third test, the standing long jump, was the first to showcase the two students in their class that had failed the recommendation exam. Tokage showed that she could get essentially an infinite score on the test, by floating her disembodied feet out to the edge of campus, before Aizawa told her to bring them back. Honenuki, on the other hand, demonstrated exquisite control of his softening ability by softening the area directly in front of the sand-pit just enough so that it was essentially elastic, providing him a spring-pad for a fantastic score. Again, Kaibara’s mind-bending (and body-twisting) gyrations allowed him the leverage to get a good score, and Uraraka tied Tokage with another essentially infinite score by removing her own gravity. It made Izuku wonder how Aizawa would score a student who could literally fly on these tests. The repeated side-steps was the first test where no one other than Izuku really had a quirk to boost their score. Yaoyorozu produced two tiny trampolines and used them to bounce back and forth, but it did not do too much to boost her overall score. Kyoka managed to use her quirk to great effect in the seated toe touch and situps, using her earjacks to pull her further in the toe touches and help her when she was flagging in the situps. Shiozaki did similar with her vines in both, while Tokoyami was able to have his Dark Shadow help push him further in the toe touches. They were all outdone, however, by Ashido, whose natural flexibility easily launched her to the second overall score on that test. Tokage took the top score as she could simply detach her torso and arms to stretch literally as far as needed. The distance run was the second to last test, and one of the most grueling. All of the students that had been training with Toshinori had fantastic endurance, Tokage would take breaks by detaching her upper body to take the weight off her legs for a few laps before rejoining, and Todoroki kept himself cool with his ice, but Yaoyorozu simply produced an entire freaking bicycle and lapped them all multiple times.  Honenuki looked as if he was thinking about softening the ground in front of Yaoyorozu to even the playing field, but a glance at Aizawa and the attention he was paying them made sure that he didn’t. Izuku was glad that he decided against it; they were training to be heroes afterall. No matter the competitive side of the hero industry, no hero worth the title should ever intentionally sabotage another just to improve their standing. The same principle held true here at U.A. Instead, Honenuki again demonstrated his level of control by creating elastic patches directly in his path, before re-solidifying them once he had run by. The final test on the day, once everyone had recovered from the distance run, was the softball test, despite having been the example that Aizawa had used at the beginning. Kaibara’s impressive score at the beginning was assaulted on all sides. Rin and Kamakiri used their quirks as projectiles to propel the ball several hundred meters each, while Kendo simply used her enhanced strength to nearly match Kaibara’s score. Yaoyorozu conjured an entire freaking cannon to launch the softball over a kilometer away, and even her score was outdone by Koda speaking with a hawk that had been circling and kindly asking that the bird carry the ball as far away as it could. Twenty minutes later, once the raptor had lost focus and dropped the ball, the final score came in at a whopping 15 kilometers. No one thought that could be beaten, until Uraraka walked up and threw the ball literally into orbit, earning her second infinite score of the day. This time, Tokage couldn’t really compete, floating her hand as far as she could without it withering away, but still only managing roughly six hundred meters. Eventually, there were only two students remaining to throw: Todoroki and Izuku himself. However, rather than call one of them up, Aizawa instead asked them both to step forward to speak with him. Izuku’s stomach sank at the tone of the man’s voice, but followed Todoroki towards their teacher without complaint. A quick glance at Todoroki showed no change to the expression of boredom that he’d been wearing all day while placing near the top of each test.  Izuku tried to calm the anxiety bubbling up inside of him. This wasn’t Aldera, this was U.A, and teachers here should be different. Beyond that, he had a quirk now, although he was sure that All Might would have shared information of his previous quirklessness with his homeroom teacher. Still though, something about the look in Eraserhead’s eyes as he and Todoroki stepped up close to him just felt off to Izuku. --- “You two are slacking off.” Shoto raised an eyebrow at the glowering man in front of him. He certainly hadn’t been pushing himself beyond, but he had given each test his full attention. The boy next to him gave a startled squeak at the accusation, obviously having similar thoughts. A pair of sharp, black eyes bored into his own, incongruous with the man’s slouched, relaxed posture. “Todoroki. Unless I am mistaken your quirk is half-hot, half cold, and yet today you have only used your ice.” Shoto stiffened. He knew that he was going to encounter pushback on his stance, but he hadn’t expected it to start before the official start of school.  That baleful gaze swung to the boy next to him. “Midoriya. You haven’t shown anywhere near the power that you displayed in the last several minutes of the entrance exam.” Another squeak from the boy next to him as these words landed. “There is no room in the hero course for students who only use half of their power. If either of you had deigned to grace us with your full potential, either of you could be in first place right now instead of Yaoyorozu. If this were any other year I would expel the two of you on the spot.” Shoto furrowed his brows at the man, wondering how Endeavor would respond if he was expelled before school even began, while a softly distressed keening came from Midoriya’s throat. Did he really expect to be a hero while wearing his responses on his sleeve like he did? “However, you two are lucky.” A terrifying grimace that was likely meant to be a smile split the teacher’s face, and brought the noises from Midoriya to an end. “I will give you each one chance to explain your behavior and, if necessary, to correct it on the ball throw. If you can do neither to my satisfaction, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?” Seeing no other choice, Shoto nodded. Presumably, Midoriya did as well, based on the frantic rustling coming from beside him. “Very well. Todoroki, explanation, now.” The man’s tone brooked no argument, and strongly warned Shoto against lying. But Shoto had been lying with a straight face to Endeavor for years at this point, and if he was already in danger of expulsion, the truth certainly wouldn’t do him any favors. If this worked, it would likely be the first useful skill that Endeavor had taught him. “I have been using fire, sir.” Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, waiting for Todoroki to continue. “I’ve been using it internally to keep my body temperature up in between tests, as well as to make sure I was limber for the tests that I could not directly use my quirk on. Additionally, I made the determination that whenever it could be used, my ice was a more effective and safer alternative.” All of it was complete garbage, of course. When Shoto had sworn his oath to never use Endeavor’s fire in combat, he had mentally included any of these quirk tests that were required to be a hero. He wouldn’t even use it to warm himself until after the test had concluded. Today he hadn’t needed enough ice to even shiver once, so he wasn’t particularly concerned about Eraserhead calling him out on that point. And he had never once cared about the relative efficiency of his ice versus Endeavor’s fire, considering he had never planned to use it in the first place. Thankfully, after what felt like an eternity under Aizawa’s penetrating gaze, the man seemed to accept his answer. “Fine. I’ll have my eyes on you, though, recommended student or not. I will not graduate anyone who will endanger themselves or civilians by not using every resource available to them. Keep that in mind, Todoroki.” This man knew nothing of his situation. Shoto nodded before promptly discarding the advice.  “Now then. Midoriya, explanation.” Now that Aizawa’s attention was on the boy next to him for an extended period, Shoto took the opportunity to assess the nervous student next to him. Oddly nervous, for such a powerful quirk. Despite his anxiety, however, the green-haired boy was staring evenly back at their teacher, searching for something in his eyes. It was unclear if he was happy with what he found or not before speaking. “M-My quirk is too powerful for my body, sir.” Aizawa’s eyes narrowed once again, but Midoriya did not give him the chance to speak before continuing on. “I-I c-could only safely use four percent of my total power in the exam, but jumped to seven percent at the very end to rescue the other students without causing too much damage to myself.” Despite himself, Shoto’s mouth fell open slightly. Midoriya had been operating at such a low percentage of his quirk and was still able to achieve such feats? What sort of power was he holding? “In the month since then I’ve been able to move my limit up to five percent, while being able to use eight percent without hurting myself too badly. I’ve been holding steady at my safe limit of five percent today.” Shoto thought that Eraserhead had been intimidating before, but when the man activated his quirk, eyes flaring red and hair floating in a halo of darkness around his head, he realized he had been wrong. Apparently Midoriya’s explanation had not been enough for the man. “Eleven years with a quirk and you can’t safely use more than five percent?” Aizawa hissed at Midoriya. The boy opened his mouth to respond but Eraserhead plowed on. “You’ve only just now thought to try to better yourself? Do you really think you’ll be able to get through U.A with that sort of effort?!” Shoto watched with a morbid curiosity as Midoriya’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth still working to interrupt, but no sound coming out. “Have you ever even  tried  using your whole power? Quirk backlash or not, you need to know your full capabilities. It’s only logical.” A faint shimmer of tears started to form in the boy’s eyes, but he stood his ground, meeting Eraserhead’s glare without flinching, finally able to find his voice again. “M-My q-quirk c-c-counselor used t-terms like ‘spontaneous amputation’ and ‘impromptu exsanguination’ w-when d-discussing w-what would happen at f-f-full p-power. A-And it h-hasn’t been…” Whatever Midoriya had been about to say was cutoff by Aizawa’s response. “Fine. We’ll work up to one hundred percent. But right now, you have a choice.” Midoriya had been trying to get a word in edgewise again, but another flare of Eraserhead’s quirk made him reconsider. “Todoroki will take his final test and then you will. You can play it safe and stick to what you know and take your first step towards expulsion. Or you can push yourself and your quirk for the first time in your life. You say one hundred percent will do that sort of damage to you? Fine. Twenty percent. No less.” --- Kyoka had never seen Izuku quite so ashen as he was after walking back from being dressed  down by Aizawa. Naturally she had heard the entire conversation. Usually she tried to avoid eavesdropping on people when it was obvious that they wanted privacy, but given Izuku’s reaction to being called out, she wanted to know what it was about so she could help him afterwards if necessary. Unfortunately, she was so righteously angry on Izuku’s behalf that, if anything, he might need to help her calm down.  It wasn’t just the fact that Aizawa thought that Izuku was holding back. It wasn’t just the fact that he had bought Todoroki’s obvious lie about using his fire all day (although having a quirk that doubled as a lie detector was handy for that). It was that Eraserhead had never even given Izuku a chance to explain himself, assuming that he had been slacking for eleven years instead of cramming it all into the last seven weeks. Even that wasn’t quite enough to explain the full extent of their teacher’s anger at him. And now Aizawa was essentially forcing him to potentially do serious damage to himself if he wanted to stay in the hero course. It was enough to make Kyoka see red. Hell, it was bad enough that she was  hearing  red. Her anger did, however, nicely distract her from thinking about Green’s room last night. She could barely contain herself to keep her complaints to a whisper as Izuku walked up, pale and slightly shaky. “F@ck that self-righteous over-dramatic gothed-out piece of sh@t @ssh@l@ that calls himself our teacher.” That earned her a weak smile and a soft chuckle from Izuku, but nothing more. “And f@ck whatever administration at U.A thinks its a good idea to keep him on faculty. Seriously, Green, he said he was going to give you a chance to explain and then he goes and talks over you the entire time. Do you think he cares or even knows that you’ve only had your quirk for seven weeks?” Izuku was staring off into the middle distance vaguely in the direction of Todoroki as he launched his softball several hundred meters on a spike of ice. “I’m sure he doesn’t know, but if he did I doubt he’d care. Teachers are all the same, after all.” Another weak chuckle came from his lips, but there was no smile this time. Kyoka didn’t know how to respond to that. “He did have at least one point though. I have no idea what my top end power is.” Izuku looked contemplative as he said this, and Kyoka’s stomach dropped. He was about to do something stupid.  He started towards the circle but Kyoka caught his arm. “You don’t have to do this, Green. You could fake twenty percent. Or just stay safe and we can chat with Yagi and make sure that Aizawa knows the truth. You know there won’t be any problem once we get it all sorted.” Izuku just huffed through his nose and shook his head sadly. “That’s not how this works. I’d still be the student who went over his head and made him look foolish. If nothing else, I can get an idea of my full capabilities. I’ve never really stretched with my quirk before.” He looked back at her and she was shocked that he had a smile on his face even if his eyes were still sad. “Don’t get too mad on my behalf. No need for both of us to be on his bad side.” Gently he pulled his arm from her grasp and walked towards the circle where Aizawa was waiting impatiently. Stretching his arms, Izuku walked into the circle and caught the softball that was tossed to him by Aizawa. Their teacher said a few words to Izuku, but Kyoka wasn’t paying attention to anything but her friend at the moment. A nod from Izuku was the only response he gave to Eraserhead before facing forward, preparing for the throw. Kyoka felt herself tense as the familiar green lightning of his quirk sprung up around Izuku. Quickly it became obvious that he was pulling on far more of his quirk than he had before. The lightning arced and danced across his skin, occasionally striking the ground around him. His heart rate rocketed up and while she could only see his back, Kyoka could imagine the strain and determination written across his face. With a scream that was somewhere between furious and anguished, Izuku  blurred  as he wound up and threw the softball, lightning briefly connecting between his outstretched throwing arm and the rapidly disappearing ball. A gust of wind blew back from his release and his uniform tore off at the right shoulder.  Izuku stood stock still for a moment after the throw while everyone else, including Aizawa, was briefly stunned by the display of power in front of them, but Kyoka was already running to catch her friend.  She could see the blood dripping from his lacerated right arm where his gym uniform had torn away, hear his ragged breathing, and sense the way he was straining to stay upright. She managed to catch him just as he began to stagger and fall, sneaking her way under his left  arm to help support him. Now right next to him, she could tell that more than just his arm was hurt, as his legs were shaking and small stains of blood were beginning to show on the remains of his uniform top. “It’s alright, Izuku. I’m here. You did good.” She felt him lean more fully onto her, and she was reminded once again of just how solid he was. Normally that was reassuring, but seeing him break himself like this threw that perception all out of whack. He had been like a rock during their training, aside from his run in with Gentle Criminal, always taking on more without complaint and spurring her to new heights. And this is what his quirk could do to him at just twenty percent?  Slowly, with a hiss of pain and Kyoka’s help, Izuku straightened up and turned to face Eraserhead. With his right arm now hanging limp at his side, still leaning on Kyoka’s shoulder for support, he stared their teacher straight in the eyes. “Twenty percent. No less.” Aizawa made no immediate response, waiting for the softball tracker to register a result. A single, quirked eyebrow was the only response he gave to the number that was presented to him. Kyoka swore the man must revel in the dramatics he was engaging in, as he silently turned it to display Izuku’s score of just over five kilometers, good enough for third in the test. Holy sh@t.  Yeah it busted up his body but that was some ridiculous strength. Kyoka knew he was strong, but that was still only a fifth of his power! Less, if what he had said about things growing faster than linearly was true. The rest of the class burst out chattering over Izuku’s display of power, equal parts impressed at the strength on display and worried about the obvious backlash. At least his classmates knew that he’d barely had any time to get used to his quirk. They were smart; they’d understand that Aizawa put him up to this. “Well done, Midoriya.” All of that effort and all he got was a ‘well done?’ Not even an apology for the damage he did to himself? “We’ll work on that backlash as the year goes on.” Izuku simply nodded and relaxed, letting Kyoka take a bit more of his weight. Aizawa turned to the rest of the class, and briefly flared his quirk, silencing the remaining conversations. “Here are your final overall scores. They reflect your current physical abilities and your creativity with your quirk.” Eraserhead pressed a button and a holographic display popped up with the entire class listed. 
Momo Yaoyorozu
Izuku Midoriya
Shoto Todoroki
Itsuka Kendo
Fumikage Tokoyami
Sen Kaibara
Mezo Shoji
Setsuna Tokage
Pony Tsunotori
Mina Ashido
Juzo Honenuki
Ochako Uraraka
Ibara Shiozaki
Kyoka Jiro
Yosetsu Awase
Eijiro Kirishima
Koji Koda
Hiryu Rin
Togaru Kamakiri
Yui Kodai
 “If you are near the bottom of this list, work harder. If you are near the top, don’t think that means you get to slack off.” He briefly glared first at Izuku, then Todoroki, as he said this. “That’s all for today. Syllabi and other materials are in your common room. You have the rest of the day off. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”  Almost as an afterthought, he handed Izuku a small piece of paper. “Midoriya, go see Recovery Girl and get your injuries patched up. Jiro can help you get there if you need.” With that, Aizawa turned on his heel and stalked back towards the academic buildings of U.A. Kyoka glared at him for a moment or two before turning her attention back to Izuku. Her friend was also staring after Eraserhead, although with an unreadable expression on his face. “Let’s get you to Recovery Girl, Green.” He shook himself out of his reverie before agreeing. Several students were hovering nearby, obviously waiting to see how Izuku was doing, including Uraraka, Shoji, Honenuki, and Yaoyorozu. Kyoka could feel him tense slightly at seeing them waiting nearby, so she tried to subtly wave them off. Uraraka caught her eye and seemed to understand what she was trying. The girl spoke up to the others, “Let’s head back to the dorms, too. I’m sure Jiro and Midoriya will be back soon and we can chat with them then.” Kyoka made a note to thank the girl later, as she and Izuku began their trek to the nurse’s office. --- Izuku had lost track of how many times today he had wished to have his notebook on him. This was his first time being healed by Recovery Girl, and he really wanted to make sure he got all of the feelings written down. Due to his experience with the energy provided by One For All, Izuku was sure that he could feel his own stamina being reorganized in his body, flooding into his broken arm, and up and down his bruised side. He had used his entire body in throwing the softball, so while the damage was most pronounced in his arm, he was at least sore everywhere. It did mean that he was exhausted, not just from the events of the morning but also from the amount of stamina required to heal him fully. He was grateful that Kyoka had come with him. Recovery Girl had quite the glare and he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to explain the situation half so well without his friend helping him fill in details. As it was, Aizawa was well-known enough for pushing his students hard that the nurse ended up having no problem at all believing that he would force a student to injure themselves for fear of expulsion or worse. Izuku still wasn’t entirely sure what could be worse than expulsion, but he also didn’t particularly want to find out. As it was, this was a far more pleasant experience than the last time he had broken bones. No imminent threat of death, a far more pleasant healing quirk being used on him, the actual opportunity to rest and relax afterwards instead of immediately being accosted by his mother upon getting home. Even the initial atmosphere of the visit was different, instead of All Might throwing his weight around to get him seen instantly, it was instead Recovery Girl badgering Kyoka for showing up even before school started. The misunderstanding had been worked out quickly, but the levity it provided was much needed for Izuku. After healing him and making sure that he would take some time to rest before heading back to the dorms, Recovery Girl eventually left Izuku and Kyoka alone as she moved off to other tasks. No sooner had she done so than Toshinori burst through the doors of the clinic. “Young Midoriya! Are you …” Whatever he had been about to say was cut off by Recovery Girl thwacking him in the leg with her cane. “Keep it down, you oaf! I have a resting patient here.” Izuku personally thought that she was overreacting. He had been healed and was just resting briefly to recover enough stamina to make it back to the dorms. It wasn’t like he was in any real pain or discomfort, just tired. “Shuzenji, please, I am simply here to check up on a student that I understand was injured today. His classmates told me that he came here immediately after their quirk assessments.” “Then use some common sense and ask quietly and politely.” She pointed towards the bed where Izuku lay with her cane. “The boy is over there.” Toshinori nodded in thanks before striding quickly over to Izuku and Kyoka. “Hi Toshinori.” Izuku waved weakly to the tall man as he strode over, a grim look on his face. “Young Midoriya, I would like to deeply apologize for Aizawa’s behavior today.” The man bowed deep at the waist. “I tried my best to discuss your recent quirk awakening with him before today, but was unable to get in touch with him. I am sure that if he knew your situation he would not have behaved as he did.” Kyoka made a dismissive sound but did not offer any commentary beyond it. “You don’t need to apologize, Toshinori. It’s not your fault.” Izuku found his words were slurring slightly, but he pushed on. “Even if you had spoken with him, I’m not sure it would have mattered. He seemed awfully convinced that I was just trying to skate by on a powerful quirk without any effort.” A thought occurred to Izuku, slowly bubbling up through the fog in his mind. “Besides, shouldn’t that information have been in my file?” Toshinori slowly returned to standing, still with a grave look on his face. “Aizawa is relatively famous for barely reading student files before the semester begins. He claims he does this so that he is ‘unbiased’ in his teaching.” The mind boggled. How on earth could reading a student’s file induce any sort of bias whatsoever that wouldn’t come up immediately on day one otherwise? Izuku was sure that there must have been some sort of logic there, but he couldn’t grasp it in his current state. “Hence why I wanted to talk with him. To make sure that he knew.” “Thank you for trying, but this is more or less what I expect from teachers.” Izuku looked down at his hands, flexing his now healed fingers on his right hand. “I know how to deal with teachers that just don’t like me.” “You shouldn’t have to, young Midoriya.” “Yeah, Green, that isn’t something anyone should be used to.” Kyoka reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly, leading to Izuku looking up at her. She looked sad, for some reason. “You got dealt a sh@t hand, but you’re at U.A now. Things should be better here.” Izuku huffed. There were a lot of things that weren’t the way they should be. It was the way of the world at times. There were plenty of more important ones to fix than a teacher having it out for him. “Indeed they should be, young Jiro. I have put things in motion to make sure Aizawa knows of your situation and just how inappropriate his behavior today was.” Izuku’s eyes widened at the implications, and he waved his one free hand in front of his face. “That’s not necessary, I promise!” This was just going to make Aizawa more angry with him. No teacher ever liked being made foolish and having other teachers and/or the principal know about it.  “Green, what he did was wrong.” Well, yeah, but that wasn’t the point. He could handle it. He had for his entire life. Toshinori should be spending his efforts on students that needed the help. “It’s honestly no worse than what I’ve experienced in the past, and telling anyone about it always made things worse.” For some reason Kyoka looked even sadder at that. “I need to increase my maximum percentage, and that’s what Aizawa wants, too. Now I have a better idea of what full power actually looks like. We want the same thing. If he doesn’t like me as a person, I can deal with that.” “You shouldn’t have to, Green!” Kyoka pleaded with him. Why was this affecting her so much? Aizawa had seemed relatively pleased with her performance, all things considered. “Indeed, young Midoriya. One of the most important things for a teacher to have is your trust, especially when training for a dangerous profession such as heroics.” Izuku certainly trusted his teachers. He trusted them to not help him, to make any situation worse than before. “If you don’t believe they like you as a person, there is no way you will trust them when in difficult training situations. This is something that needs to be addressed, the sooner the better.” “But…” Why couldn’t they see that this was just going to make things worse in the long run. If only he were a little less out of it, he could find the right words in the right order to convince them. “Please trust me on this, young Midoriya. Aizawa prides himself on his rationality. If we appeal to that, he will not hold a grudge.” Izuku heaved a sigh. It didn’t seem like there was any getting out of this. “Fine, but I want it on the record that I am agreeing under duress.” “Duly noted.” Izuku just rolled his eyes at Toshinori’s deadpan response.  “Anyway, is it common for Recovery Girl’s quirk to make you super hungry?” This was more an attempt to change the subject than anything else, but it seemed to work. “Not in my experience, young Midoriya.” Toshinori responded while looking thoughtful. “That’s probably just the stress and excitement of your day catching up to you.” “Yeah, I wasn’t going to say anything but I’m pretty hungry, too.” Kyoka chimed in. “I had just kind of resigned myself to not eating until Green was judged fit to reenter society.” Toshinori, the traitor, laughed at that comment. “Well, I could keep him company if you want to run to the cafeteria. Lunch Rush generally prepares a number of meals to go, so you could even bring one back to young Midoriya.” Kyoka considered for a moment, trying to gauge if he would be alright being left alone with Toshinori, which was somewhat insulting to both of them, Izuku thought. Recovery Girl hollering to bring her patient food ultimately startled Kyoka into moving out of the room and towards the cafeteria before anyone could really tell what happened. Toshinori and Izuku shared a quiet chuckle before settling into companionable silence. It was Toshinori that ultimately broke the silence. “I will say that I looked at the results from Aizawa’s assessments, and you are coming along very nicely in your work with One For All.” Izuku’s eyes shot open in a panic, and he tried to subtly motion to All Might that Recovery Girl was still in the room. Once his point was understood, All Might simply laughed and replied, “Don’t worry, young Midoriya. Shuzenji knows as much about One For All as anyone else, including that you are my successor.” “I wouldn’t heal just anyone before school even started, you know.” The youthful heroine chimed in. “Just don’t make it a habit, you or your girlfriend.” Izuku rolled his eyes as yet another person just assumed that he and Kyoka were dating. As if she would go for someone like him. A dangerous, seductive idea, one that could lead to him ruining their friendship if he wasn’t careful. His first real friendship since he was four. No, much better to lock those feelings away. But no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of Kyoka kept forcing their way into his head.  “That makes sense.” Simply ignoring the implication seemed the thing to do for now. Izuku was finding himself rapidly losing energy, growing more tired by the minute. Before he got too tired, however, he remembered that he had wanted to talk to All Might about One For All. Now seemed as good a time as any. “Oh, that reminds me, Toshinori. One For All was behaving oddly this morning as I worked out, and I was wondering if you had any answers.” A short description of what had happened later had left Izuku just as confused as before, if not more so. All Might had never experienced anything like what he was describing. Caution was the prescription from both his mentor and from Recovery Girl. Izuku bristled at the implication that he wasn’t cautious, but before he could retort, Kyoka returned with lunch, and all thoughts aside from those of Kyoka and food fled his brain. --- The quirk assessment test had taken most of the morning, and most of the class had quickly changed into their school uniforms so they could get lunch from Lunch Rush in the cafeteria. Even though they were going to be able to eat food prepared by the cook hero for the next three years, most of the students were excited to try it out for the first time. Only a handful of other students had remained in the dormitory with Ochako. She wanted to make sure she was around whenever Midoriya and Jiro returned from Recovery Girl’s office. A few other students, Yaoyoruzu, Shoji, and Honenuki, had had a similar idea, and so the four of them sat at one of the many tables, eating their own homemade food. None of them were particularly proficient cooks, but U.A had provided enough staples that between the four of them, mostly Ochako and Honenuki, they were able to put together something edible. Ochako was only somewhat envious of her classmates who were enjoying Lunch Rush’s work, and had to remind herself that she would be able to try it out tomorrow on the first actual day of school. The conversation started light and airy, nothing of any real consequence, essentially a continuation of the night of introductions before. After a while, though, things inevitably turned to the quirk assessment test they had all just taken part in. “I know that Aizawa said this was meant to be a different way of testing us compared to the entrance exam, but it really favored the same sorts of quirks.” Honenuki stated. “It honestly was closer to the entrance exam than the recommendation exam was.” Oh yeah, he had taken both of the exams. “How do you mean, Honenuki? And, please remind me, what was the general entrance exam again?” Yaoyorozu always seemed so formal, but not in a jerkish manner. More like she was sheltered. Given her family, that seemed all too possible. “The general entrance exam was destroying faux-villain robots. Until they released a skyscraper sized robot and we were nearly killed.” Yaoyorozu looked gobsmacked both by the casual way he said this, and by Shoji and Ochako nodding along as if nothing were wrong. “Both the exam and our quirk test today primarily focused on physical-based offensive quirks. Someone like Kodai or Koda, whose quirks are incredibly powerful but not particularly offensive, would naturally struggle at each.”  “It really didn’t feel like it was more important than orientation, either.” Ochako added. “I mean, yeah, most entrance ceremonies are kind of useless, but for first years? Knowing about the faculty and rules and such is kinda helpful.” Some of her anxiety about attending a prestigious school might have been helped by going to orientation. Or it might have made it worse. Either way, though, she would have felt a lot more prepared overall going into the first day of school having gone to orientation. “All good points, but I’m sure our sensei had our best interests in mind.” Yaoyorozu seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than the others. “I’m sure U.A wouldn’t let him do something like this if he hadn’t shown that it was in our best interests.” “I’m not so sure about that, at least about Aizawa.” Shoji spoke for the first time in several minutes. “What he said to Todoroki and especially Midoriya was … odd.”  “You could hear that?!” Honenuki spouted.  “Due to my quirk, my hearing is better than normal, even if I don’t use my arms to make extra ears.” Shoji had never really explained how his quirk worked, but despite him using his arms to make mouths, him using his arms to make extra ears was certainly not something that Ochako had expected he could do, nor was the general enhanced hearing. “Ok, so what was he saying? It was too far away for me to hear anything.” Ochako and Yaoyorozu nodded along with Honenuki. “It’s not my place to say. It seemed personal to both of them. All I’ll say is that he did not seem to know that Midoriya only manifested his quirk for the first time a few weeks ago.” Well that explained a lot. Ochako hadn’t known exactly what went down in the conversation between Aizawa and the two boys. Todoroki hadn’t seemed any different afterwards, but Midoriya suddenly powering up to the point of breaking his arm had blown her away. If Aizawa had been pushing him, not knowing that he was essentially still learning his quirk, that would explain a lot. And be quite worrisome as well. A silence fell over the table, as the three of them digested this new information. Yaoyorozu looked disturbed at this revelation, while Honenuki just looked angry. Ochako thought he looked angry, at least. It was hard to tell when he didn’t have any lips. Further discussion was cut off by the student in question walking through the front door, accompanied by Jiro. “You see Kyoka, I told you I could make it back on my own.” He seemed a little unsteady on his feet, as if the walk back to the dorms had really taken it out of him. “I didn’t say you  couldn’t  , I said you  shouldn’t . And Recovery Girl said so too!” “Plus Ultra!” Midoriya sounded more than a little woozy, slurring the phrase into almost a single word. “That’s not how that saying works!”  “Sup, guys.” Honenuki was the first to get their attention, waving at the two. Both froze in their tracks, apparently not expecting to see anyone else here. “Oh, hey everyone. Why are you guys here? We thought everyone would be in the cafeteria. Lunch Rush makes really good food!” Midoriya was far calmer than he had been during the quirk assessment test, or even during the introduction game from yesterday, although he was still slurring his words. Maybe Recovery Girl had given him some of the good painkillers. Although Ochako knew from experience that they weren’t really necessary once she used her quirk on you. “We wanted to wait here to make sure you were ok. What Aizawa made you do wasn’t cool, and we wanted to make sure you had some support when you got back.” Ochako explained the situation. None of the four of them there were particularly impressed with Eraserhead’s behavior, and they had all expressed some sympathy and worry about Midoriya over lunch. “Yeah, he’s really out of it.” Jiro looked like she was running a little low on patience. “Apparently Recovery Girl’s quirk takes a ton of stamina and when he gets tired, well, you can see.” She gestured to Midoriya who appeared to be falling asleep on his feet right next to her. “The only reason Recovery Girl released him was because he could come straight back to the dorms and I could make sure he got here. Your concern means a lot to him, I swear, and I’m sure he’ll thank you later tonight or tomorrow or whenever he wakes up. Let’s go, Green.” She took him by the arm and headed off towards the elevators. “Ok, Kyo.” Midoriya muttered, as he leaned on her and let his head rest on hers. The girl had already turned around, but Ochako could see a blush creeping up the back of her neck as her earjacks spasmed. “You’re so nice to me and so pretty, too.” Midoriya continued at a mumble, and was far enough away that Ochako couldn’t hear any more of what he was saying. She could, however, see Jiro’s reaction, as well as Shoji losing some of his typical poker face, his eyes widening.   Well, at least they knew that Midoriya was doing well. Well enough to flirt with Jiro, even if he wasn’t exactly aware of what he was doing. Ochako wanted to confirm with him exactly what Aizawa had said to him to get a better idea of what sort of teacher he was, but she wasn’t particularly impressed right now. She was totally willing to wait out Midoriya’s wooziness and the inevitable fallout from flirting with Jiro before doing so though.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          So Aizawa screwed up, and everyone knows it except for him. Don't worry, he's going to get told off early next chapter and will improve from there. Honenuki has essentially no personality in canon, and is becoming one of my favorite characters to write. He had some flashes in the last chapter and in this one, but has a lot more two chapters from now. I just like having him as a laid-back highly competent guy with a dark sense of humor. We'll probably see more of him going forward, especially in the USJ.Next time: Battle trials begin!'
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