|| Test 2: Grip Strength ||
Aizawa demonstrates the device briefly before tossing it to the first student.
One by one, the class takes their turn.
Shoji goes early. His forearms swell as extra limbs brace around the device.
[540 kg]
The machine groans under the pressure.
"WOAH—!" Kaminari yelps.
"Dude, that's insane!" Kirishima beams.
Izuku steps up next.
He takes a breath. Green sparks flicker faintly around his limbs—controlled, steady.
'Full Cowl: 8%.'
He squeezes.
The machine beeps.
[590 kg]
"A-Amazing…" Izuku mutters, shocked he didn't snap the device.
Bakugo sees the flicker of green and his face twitches.
Every time Izuku lights up—every test, every spark—Bakugo's resentment piles up thicker.
He grinds his teeth.
'He got a quirk.
How the hell does he actually have a quirk.
Has he been lying to me this whole time?
And now he's beating the tentacle guy?'
His attention switches to Izumi.
'And the twins are still ahead?
And Todoroki and Yaoyorozu haven't even tried yet?'
It builds.
Quietly.
Aggressively.
Izumi steps up when his turn comes.
He rolls his shoulders, exhales, and lets a controlled pulse move through his muscles—subtle, internal augmentation.
He grabs the device.
Crack.
The metal frame warps before the reading finishes.
[742 kg]
Kaminari's jaw drops.
"Dude—your hands aren't supposed to bend metal—!"
Izumi sets the device down gently.
Then—
SNAP.
Everyone turns.
Yaoyorozu stands there, eyes wide, holding a grip strength device fractured clean in half. A futuristic glove covers her hand.
"I… may have applied too much force," she says, flustered and apologetic.
Before the class can react—
SNAP.
They spin the other way.
Ayaka stands there cheerfully holding her own broken device.
She shrugs.
"It felt stuck."
Kirishima throws his hands up.
"Seriously—WHAT is going on?!"
Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose.
"And people ask me why I hate mornings…"
|| Test 3: Standing Long Jump ||
Bakugo steps up first.
He crouches, teeth bared, and launches himself forward with a sharp blast.
BOOM—!
He rockets over most of the markers and lands in a skid, arms thrown back for balance.
Kaminari whistles.
"Dude, you basically blew yourself across the sandpit."
Bakugo smirks, satisfied—for now.
Ochako comes next.
She hops forward lightly and taps her fingers together.
"Release."
She floats through the air, drifting far past Bakugo's landing point and touching down with a soft bounce.
Kirishima laughs.
"Bro—she just cheated physics!"
Tsuyu follows with a powerful frog-like leap, landing farther than most of the class but nowhere close to the two leaders.
One by one, the remaining students jump—decent distances, but nothing eye-catching.
Then Izumi walks up to the line.
Lightning begins to snake around him.
He lowers into a squat.
BOOM—!
Dust erupts behind him as he shoots upward in a clean arc.
He travels far—effortlessly overtaking Ochako and landing nearly double her distance.
He softens the landing by releasing a low discharge through his legs, grounding the kinetic energy without hurting himself.
He straightens, brushing dust from his uniform like it's normal.
The crowd just gawks.
Ayaka steps up next.
She gives a tiny hop.
Pop.
She vanishes.
A heartbeat later she reappears 50 meters in the air.
Then again—50 meters farther.
Then again.
And again.
She finally blinks into existence downrange, ahead of Ochako, closing in on Izumi's landing—though still not quite reaching him.
Mina screams, "THAT'S NOT A JUMP, THAT'S—THAT'S—A TELEPORT MARATHON!"
Before anyone recovers, Yaoyorozu steps forward wearing a compact, silver jetpack.
She leaps—
FWOOOOM—!
The jetpack ignites, sending her soaring across the course.
She passes everyone in order: Bakugo, Tsuyu, Ochako, Ayaka…
She reaches Izumi—then cuts the engine immediately, dropping to a controlled stop a few feet past him.
Sero bursts out laughing.
"How is this FAIR?! Jetpacks should be illegal!"
Aizawa stares flatly without any reaction.
Midoriya goes next.
He activates Full Cowl, faint green light sparking over his body.
He jumps—farther than Bakugo—but still short of Ochako.
Bakugo watches all of this, fists trembling.
Every quirk on display.
Every number beating his.
Izuku using another burst of green sparks.
The twins outclassing half the class without sweating.
Todoroki's calm.
Yaoyorozu's adaptability.
It all piles up.
Aizawa clears his throat.
"Alright. Moving on."
|| Test 4: Repeated Side Steps ||
The timer starts.
Shoji's movements are solid.
Iida is fast and efficient.
Mina is surprisingly quick on her feet, bouncing side to side with energy.
Izuku uses Full Cowl again—controlled, smooth—and racks up a high count.
Bakugo uses tiny blasts for acceleration, gritting his teeth the entire time.
Then Izumi steps forward.
Lightning crawls across his legs.
The buzzer sounds—
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—
He moves so fast the air shifts around him, steps blurring together.
Even Iida stops mid-sentence, eyes snapping toward the blur.
Kaminari throws up his hands.
"I give up. At this point I'm just here for the show."
Ayaka goes right after him. She starts at a steady, athletic pace—quick, coordinated, and clean, but nothing extraordinary. Her quirk wouldn't help here; she can't think of any way to use spatial displacement to make side-steps faster, so she just powers through with pure physical ability.
Aizawa marks the scores without reaction.
Izumi: highest by a landslide.
Midoriya: Second.
Iida: third.
Bakugo: strong... but overshadowed again.
Bakugo feels that familiar spark of anger catch in his chest.
Again.
AGAIN.
Even Deku is getting higher numbers than me—
His jaw flexes.
Aizawa moves them to the next station.
|| Test 5: Ball Throw ||
Ochako goes first.
She throws the ball casually as if playing catch or something=ng.
"Infinite!"
The robot logs the reading.
Everyone claps.
Next is Ayaka.
She flicks the ball upward—
THWACK.
A sharp, almost metallic sound rings out as she swings space like an invisible bat.
The ball rockets into the sky with ridiculous speed.
It appears high above the field—
rising, slowing—
then begins its long, clean arc downward, finally crashing far, far beyond where the others landed.
Aizawa checks the device.
"973 meters…"
He lets out a quiet exhale. "Good control."
Izumi steps up.
He takes the ball, holds it tight, and crackling electricity begins flowing around it—supercharging it.
He pulls back—
BOOM—!
The ball rockets out of sight like a projectile.
Aizawa glances at the data.
1,230 meters.
Kaminari's soul leaves his body.
The rest of the class throws.
Then Midoriya steps forward.
He tightens his stance, focuses Full Cowl into his arm, and throws with absolutely everything he has.
CRACK—!
The ball explodes upward and arcs forward.
Aizawa checks the display.
947 meters.
Just under Izumi.
Bakugo sees it.
And that's it.
His hands start popping with tiny explosions.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
He storms toward Midoriya, blasts firing uncontrollably from his palms.
"Tell me what's going on!"
DEKU, YOU BASTARD!"
Green sparks erupt again around Midoriya's body.
He takes a defensive stance.
FWIP—SHRRRP—!
Bakugo stops mid run.
Cloth wraps around Bakugo's arms, torso, and head—tight, immovable.
"What the—?! These cloths are hard—! Why can't I use my quirk?!"
He tries to turn, furious, toward the one holding the binding cloth—
Aizawa stands there, eyes glowing red.
Aizawa's capture cloth rises around him, hovering slightly as his hair lifts from the static of his activated Quirk.
"They're weapons for capture," he says, tone flat. "Carbon fibre, woven with metal wire made from a special alloy."
He narrows his eyes at Bakugo.
"I erased your Quirk…
Don't make me keep using it over and over. I have dry eye."
The entire class has the same thought:
'That's too bad… that Quirk's amazing.'
Aizawa loosens the cloth, letting it fall and retract back around his shoulders.
"We're wasting time. Whoever's next—step up."
Midoriya glances at Bakugo. Bakugo's jaw is clenched tight, hands balled so hard his knuckles pale. Midoriya hesitates for a second, but he doesn't approach him. He quietly returns to the crowd.
Bakugo drops to the back of the group, eyes locked on Midoriya with a simmering glare.
'First these silver-haired side characters… and now this Deku bastard.
Until a little while ago, he was just a pebble on the side of the road.'
His glare deepens, teeth grinding.
'A pebble. A pebble on the damn side of the road.'
One by one, the rest of the class wraps up their tests. Students rotate, scores are recorded, and tension slowly drains into exhaustion.
When they're done, Aizawa calls them over.
"Okay," he says, hands in pockets. "I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test."
He lifts his phone flat, screen facing upward.
"It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you all at once."
A projection pops up above the phone, displaying a ranking table.
1-Izumi Adachi
2-Momo Yaoyorozu
3-Ayaka Adachi
4-Izuku Midoriya
5-Shoto Todoroki
6-Katsuki Bakugo
7-Tenya Iida
8-Fumikage Tokoyami
…
18-Denki Kaminari
19-Kyoka Jiro
20-Toru Hagakure
***
Toru flails her invisible arms.
"Ehh?! I'm last? Am I gonna be expelled?!"
Yaoyorozu steps forward, opening her mouth to reassure her—
—but Aizawa cuts in first.
"By the way, I was lying about the expulsion."
A wave of shock passes through the class.
"It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks."
"WHAT?!" nearly the entire class shouts.
Toru collapses onto her knees in visible relief.
Yaoyorozu sighs softly. "I… was planning to tell everyone, but I didn't want to interfere when our teacher made that decision."
The tension diffuses. Conversations break out at once.
"That was kinda nerve-wracking," Sero mutters.
Kaminari pumps a fist. "I mean—if it's a challenge, I'll rise to it! Probably!"
Aizawa's deadpan voice cuts through again.
"With that, we're done here." He turns away. "There are handouts with the curriculum and other information in the classroom. Look over them when you return."
He walks off, calling back one last line:
"Tomorrow will be even more packed with rigorous tests. Prepare yourselves."
***
Students file out into the walkway outside the main building.
Ayaka, Mina, and Yaoyorozu are chatting—Mina animated as always.
"Man, today was intense," Mina laughs. "I thought Aizawa-sensei was gonna erase all of us at once."
Ayaka sighs. "He probably would if it made things easier."
Yaoyorozu adjusts her bag with a small smile. "Still… it was productive. Knowing our limits is important."
Ahead, Midoriya walks with Iida and Ochako.
Ochako hums thoughtfully. "I really thought someone was getting expelled…"
Iida nods sharply. "A very logical misdirection! Though perhaps excessively stressful!"
Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari trail behind them.
"That test was manly as hell," Kirishima grins. "We gotta keep pushing!"
Kaminari groans. "Bro, I got eighteenth… I need a recharge. Emotionally."
Sero claps his shoulder. "Yeah, you're cooked."
Bakugo walks alone, hands shoved into pockets, scowl carved deep into his face.
Todoroki walks alone too, expression unreadable.
Izumi walks behind Yaoyorozu, Ayaka, and Mina at a steady pace.
Their light chatter drifts around him, but his thoughts slip elsewhere.
'The butterfly effect… one small flutter creating a storm on the other side of the world.
My birth in this world was the first flutter.
And every step I've taken since — every action I've changed, every thought I've nudged off its original path — has only pushed those wings harder.
Meeting All Might.
Meeting Midoriya.
Teaching him Full Cowl long before he was ever supposed to learn it.
Me and Ayaka enrolling in U.A.
Each one added to the growing storm.
The wind from that butterfly reaching into places it was never meant to touch, increasing the magnitude — and the consequences — of what's coming.
And now, with everything building… this quirk assessment test is just another flap of the wings.
Another push that will twist the story further.'
His awareness returns to the present, to the students walking alongside him.
Midoriya nervously fiddling with his fingers, muttering under his breath.
Uraraka smiling brightly as she chats with Midoriya.
Iida marching with perfect posture, lecturing Midoriya and Uraraka about U.A. curriculum.
Bakugo walking ahead with a scowl, refusing to look at anyone.
Todoroki keeping to himself, quiet and unreadable.
And the rest of students — talking, laughing, unaware of the storm quietly gathering at the edges of their lives.
'I hope everyone will be strong enough to survive it.
And I hope I can grow strong enough to bear the weight of this storm… to shoulder the consequences of my existence here.
The consequences of a second chance at life.'
His eyes drift forward — landing on Aoyama, humming dramatically to himself, striking a pose for no one in particular.
'And I wonder… what changes I'll see at USJ.'
A faint, quiet smile touches his lips.
'I look forward to meeting you, Shigaraki.'