**U.A. Testing Grounds**
[Denki's POV]
That was when I raised my hand.
"Actually, Aizawa-sensei," I said, my voice cutting through the tense silence with deliberate calm and confidence, "I believe Midoriya-kun can become a hero in the future."
The effect was immediate and dramatic.
Every single head turned toward me—students, and if I wasn't mistaken, even the hidden Symbol of Peace lurking behind that corner. The air itself seemed to shift, anticipation replacing the previous anxiety.
I felt a spark of excitement running through my veins, 'Let's fuck with the canon,' I thought with fierce satisfaction.
Because that's exactly what I'd decided to do. I was going to deviate from the original timeline as much as necessary to change the future, to prevent the deaths of countless people who would otherwise fall in battles that hadn't even happened yet.
Sure, it might be a bad idea to deviate from the original story, since my future knowledge would become useless.
But my presence was already causing changes—especially when I thought about the girl who shouldn't even be here.
No point in trying to keep the timeline intact when it was already broken.
I'd read enough MHA fanfiction stories in my previous life where protagonists with meta-knowledge just sat back and did nothing, only caring about their own survival and advancement. And sure, self-preservation wasn't wrong—it was actually pretty logical when you thought about it objectively.
But if you had the power to help others grow stronger, to give them the tools they needed to protect themselves and save more people? Then why the hell wouldn't you do it?
This wasn't an anime I was watching from the safety of my mobile screen or computer anymore. This was reality.
These were real people trying their best to save others, to make a difference and to become heroes worth believing in.
I wasn't saying everyone should become altruistic martyrs who sacrificed everything for strangers. But I could help, I had the knowledge and ability to make a difference. So I would.
I'd already accepted that I couldn't save everyone—that was an impossible standard that would only lead to guilt and failure. But by helping these future heroes grow stronger faster, by giving them advantages they didn't have in canon? I could indirectly save more people. Stronger heroes meant fewer casualties. Better-prepared students meant better survival rates.
The math was simple, even if the execution would be complicated.
'Besides,' I thought with dark amusement, 'watching everyone's shocked expressions is absolutely worth whatever consequences come from this.'
And shocked they were.
Aizawa-sensei's red eyes—still glowing from his active Erasure Quirk—narrowed dangerously as he released Midoriya and turned his full attention toward me.
"What do you mean by that, Kaminari-kun?" His voice was dangerously flat, the kind of tone that suggested I was about three seconds away from detention or expulsion or both. "Do you mean I was wrong to say that he can't control his Quirk? If you'd watched the entrance exam video, you'd understand that Midoriya-kun becomes a useless doll after using his power even once. Now tell me, Kaminari—how can someone become a hero who saves others if he can't even save himself after rescuing one person?"
He walked toward me while speaking, his footsteps measured and deliberate, closing the distance between us until he stood only a few inches away. His height advantage meant I had to crane my neck upward to maintain eye contact, his dark silhouette blocking out the sun and casting me in shadow.
It was clearly intended to be intimidating.
'Classic teacher power move,' I observed with clinical detachment. 'Use physical presence to establish dominance and authority. Make the student feel small and vulnerable. Probably works on most teenagers.'
Around us, I could feel the nervous energy radiating from my classmates. They were practically holding their breath, waiting to see if I'd back down or challenge a Pro Hero teacher on the first day of school.
I met Aizawa-sensei's gaze calmly, keeping my expression serious but not defiant.
"I didn't watch the entrance exam video," I admitted, "and yes, I don't know everything about how to be a hero yet. That's exactly why we're all here—to get help from Pro Heroes like you, to receive guidance on how to become heroes who can save others, Sensei."
I didn't back down, didn't break eye contact and didn't show any of the fear he was probably expecting.
The stunned silence from my classmates intensified.
I continued before Aizawa-sensei could respond, "You might be right that Midoriya-kun can't control his Quirk right now, or that he couldn't control it previously. But that doesn't mean he won't be able to control it in the future, Sensei."
I leaned slightly to the side so I could see past Aizawa-sensei to where Midoriya stood frozen, his green eyes wide with shock and something that looked dangerously close to hope.
I smiled at him, "He knows better than anyone that he can't control his Quirk right now. He knows exactly how much damage and pain it causes him every time he uses it." My voice softened slightly, "But he's still here, isn't he? That means he wants to be here. He wants to become a hero. He wants to save people who need help."
I turned my attention back to Aizawa-sensei, whose expression had shifted from purely intimidating to something more complex—irritation mixed with curiosity, perhaps grudging interest.
"Having the control of a strongest Quirk doesn't automatically make you a hero material, Sensei," I said carefully, "I mean, power is definitely required—we need strength to save people, and if we fail, it causes harm to many. I understand that you're trying to help Midoriya-kun understand the reality that the strong can only afford to make a few mistakes, that competence is required, that control is essential. With a Quirk as destructive as his appears to be, if he can't control it, he won't be able to save many people and even cause harm to innocent people. He'll be consumed by guilt over his failures, and that psychological damage could be worse than any physical injury."
Aizawa-sensei opened his mouth, clearly about to say something—probably to shut down my argument or redirect the conversation. But I wasn't finished yet.
I moved past him, walking directly toward Midoriya while continuing to speak, my voice carrying across the testing ground. "You said he can't control his Quirk, right? Then let me help him. So he doesn't hurt himself and gets proper guidance on his future path to controlling his power."
'Okay, that line might have been a bit much,' I thought with mild internal panic. 'Got a little carried away with the dramatic hero speech. Damn it.'
But I maintained my serious expression, refusing to show any doubt or hesitation now that I'd committed to this course of action.
The reactions were spectacular. Every student's eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. Even Todoroki's perpetually stoic expression had cracked slightly, one eyebrow raised in what might have been surprise or interest.
Aizawa-sensei's eyes narrowed dangerously, actual veins beginning to pop up on his forehead as his irritation reached new heights.
'He's going to murder me,' I thought with resignation. 'Or at least make my life extremely difficult for the foreseeable future. Worth it though.'
I stopped directly in front of Midoriya, who was staring at me like I'd just descended from the heavens with divine proclamation.
'I'm probably the second person to recognize his potential,' I realized, 'after All Might gave him One For All. No wonder he looks like I just saved his life.'
I smiled and spoke directly to him, pitching my voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Midoriya-kun, from Aizawa-sensei's words, I can tell that your Quirk is very powerful. And it seems to be a physical enhancement type that puts significant strain on your body when activated."
Midoriya's eyes widened further—if that was even possible—as I continued, looking him up and down with analytical assessment.
"Hmmm, it seems your body isn't strong enough to contain that power yet. Let me give you a scenario to help you understand." I held up my hands, miming the shapes as I explained. "Imagine a small teacup that has to bear the entire weight of a bucket of water. The cup will break under that pressure, right? Now imagine your body is the teacup, and the bucket of water is your Quirk's full power. That massive amount of energy has to flow through the small teacup to be released."
I could see understanding beginning to dawn on Midoriya's face, his analytical mind already working through the metaphor.
"You can only safely contain and use a portion of that power at once," I explained, my tone shifting into something closer to a teacher explaining a difficult concept. "So don't try to release all of it at the same time. Hold only as much as the teacup can contain, then carefully tilt it to release that controlled amount."
I paused for emphasis, letting that sink in before delivering what I hoped would be the key insight. "Power isn't just something to release—it's something to become."
The testing ground fell completely silent.
Some students looked stunned, their brains clearly struggling to process what I'd just said. Others had thoughtful expressions, like they were trying to apply that philosophy to their own Quirks. Momo had actually pulled out a notebook from somewhere and was writing furiously.
Aizawa-sensei looked like he was seriously contemplating whether murdering a student on the first day would create too much paperwork, but there was also something else in his expression—a glimmer of interest, a reluctant acknowledgment that I might actually have a valid point.
All Might, still hidden behind his corner, was watching with such intense focus that I could practically feel his gaze burning through the wall.
'No pressure or anything,' I thought sarcastically.
I turned my full attention back to Midoriya, moving closer and dropping my voice slightly so it felt more like personal advice rather than a public lecture.
"Try this: imagine yourself as a fish in a microwave oven. The fish needs to be heated from all directions to be properly warmed, right? Not just one spot that gets burning hot while the rest stays cold." I gestured to encompass his whole body. "Run your Quirk through your entire body, but only at about three to five percent of its full power. See if your body can hold that much safely. Train to become familiar with that level of power, let your body adapt to it. Then slowly—very slowly—increase the percentage as your body gets stronger and more capable of handling the strain."
Midoriya was trembling now, but not from fear. From excitement, from hope, from the realization that someone had just given him a potential path forward when everything had seemed impossible, well, except All Might.
"Maybe in the future," I concluded with an encouraging smile, "you'll be able to use one hundred percent of your power. But you have to start small and build up gradually."
I patted his back—maybe a bit too hard in my enthusiasm, making him stumble forward slightly. "Go on and try it," I encouraged.
Midoriya looked at Aizawa-sensei, his expression pleading for permission.
Aizawa-sensei's jaw was clenched so tight I was surprised his teeth didn't crack. But after a long, tense moment, he gave a single sharp nod.
Midoriya took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and I could see him concentrating intensely.
Green lightning began to flicker across his body—not the explosive, uncontrolled burst from the entrance exam, but a softer, more distributed glow that covered his entire frame.
"One percent," he muttered to himself. "Two percent... three percent..."
The green lightning intensified slightly.
"Four percent... five—" His body suddenly tensed, the glow flickering unstably. "That's... that's the maximum I can hold without pain."
"That's good," I said encouragingly. "Now try to move. Get adapted to how it feels."
Midoriya took a cautious step forward. His movement was jerky, uncoordinated, like someone trying to walk in a body that suddenly weighed twice as much or had different proportions.
'That's to be expected,' I thought. 'He's not used to having enhanced strength and speed. His muscle memory is calibrated for normal human performance. It'll take time to adjust.'
I glanced at Aizawa-sensei, who raised one eyebrow in a silent question: Is this what you wanted to show me?
I didn't say anything verbally. Instead, I raised both my eyebrows twice in quick succession with a teasing smirk that clearly communicated: Pretty impressive for five minutes of coaching, right?
Aizawa-sensei looked very, very annoyed.
'Mission accomplished,' I thought with satisfaction.
I turned back to Midoriya and casually tossed the softball to him. He caught it with surprise, the ball making a loud smack against his palm—probably hit harder than he expected due to his enhanced strength.
His Quirk flickered and deactivated from the distraction.
"Now," I said with the kind of dramatic intensity usually reserved for shonen anime battle declarations, "throw that ball like your entire hero career depends on it... Because it literally does."
...
"DUDE, THAT WAS SO COOL!" Eijiro's voice carried across the field, his red eyes practically sparkling with admiration.
Mina bounced excitedly beside him, her pink skin flushed with enthusiasm. "Denki just totally stood up to a teacher! And he's helping someone! That's so manly!"
It seems Eijironis spreading his disease of Manliness, better to maintain some distance.
"I believe the appropriate term when Ashido-san does something admirable is 'womanly,' not 'manly,'" Iida interjected, his hand already chopping through the air.
"Same energy, Iida-kun!" Mina waved off his correction.
Aizawa-sensei shot them all a withering glare that immediately silenced the commentary, though I could see several students still whispering excitedly behind their hands.
Midoriya stared at the softball in his hands, then at me, then back at the ball.
"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you so much, Kaminari-kun. I'll never forget this. Never."
I waved off his gratitude with a casual gesture, already moving back toward the main group. "Just throw the ball, Midoriya-kun. Show everyone what you can do."
He nodded, turning toward the throwing circle with renewed determination.
I rejoined my classmates, and was immediately swarmed by questions and comments.
"That was AWESOME!" someone shouted.
"You totally stood up to a Pro Hero!"
"Do you think you could give me training advice too?"
Even students I didn't know well were suddenly very interested in talking to me.
The notable exceptions were Shoto Todoroki, who maintained his stoic expression but was definitely watching me with new assessment, and Katsuki Bakugo, who looked like he'd just eaten something that tasted like a combination of raw sewage and bitter disappointment.
'Bakugo's ego must be dying right now,' I observed with dark amusement. 'First I embarrass him in the classroom, then I get first place in nearly every test, and now I'm getting positive attention for helping someone he considers weak. Today is not his day.'
A loud crack drew everyone's attention back to the throwing circle.
Midoriya had activated his Quirk again—this time concentrating all of his available power into his right index finger. The digit glowed bright green, green lightning crackling intensely around that single point.
It seemed he didn't want to take any chances. With this being the final test, he may have thought that five percent simply wouldn't be enough to get the job done.
He wound up and threw. The softball rocketed away with impressive velocity, not quite as fast as my kick had launched it, but still far beyond what any normal human could achieve.
The measurement device beeped... 787.3 meters.
Gasps and excited chatter erupted from the students.
"That's more than Bakugo-kun's throw!"
"And he only used five percent!"
"His Quirk is insane!"
Midoriya stood in the circle, cradling his right hand carefully. His index finger was bent at an odd angle—definitely broken—but compared to his entrance exam performance where he'd destroyed his entire arm, this was significant progress.
One broken finger versus total bodily destruction. I'd call that a win.
"Alright, settle down," Aizawa-sensei commanded, his voice cutting through the excited chatter like a knife.
Everyone immediately fell silent. He pulled out a tablet and displayed the final rankings on a holographic screen that materialized in the air above us.
.....
QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST - FINAL RANKINGS
Denki Kaminari
Momo Yaoyorozu
Shoto Todoroki
Katsuki Bakugo
Eijiro Kirishima
Mina Ashido
Tenya Iida
Fumikage Tokoyami
Mezo Shoji
Mashirao Ojiro
[Rankings continued through position 20]
Izuku Midoriya
.....
'Last place,' I thought with sympathy. 'Even with the improvement in his throwing test, his performance in all the other tests dragged his overall ranking down. He's still got a long way to go.'
Midoriya's face had gone pale, his entire body trembling as he stared at his name at the bottom of the list.
"Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said flatly.
Everyone held their breath.
"Oh, and I was lying. No one is going home."
The silence stretched for exactly two seconds. Then chaos erupted.
"""WHHAAAA?!!"""
"THAT WAS A LIE?!"
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
"I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE!"
Aizawa-sensei's expression didn't change—still flat, still bored, still completely unbothered by the pandemonium he'd just caused.
"It was a rational deception," he explained in that same monotone, "to make sure you gave your absolute best effort during the test. If you thought you might be expelled, you'd push harder than if you knew it was just for evaluation."
Everyone's brains seemed to short-circuit from the sheer relief. Everyone except me and Momo, apparently.
I'd known it wasn't a bluff from my meta-knowledge of canon. Momo had probably deduced it was through logical analysis—Aizawa-sensei's teaching methods, U.A.'s reputation for developing talent rather than immediately discarding it, the impracticality of expelling someone on the first day before proper evaluation.
Momo looked at the stunned faces around us and said with perfect casualness, "Oh, I thought you all knew? Maybe I should have said something earlier."
Should I have told them? I wondered briefly. Nah. It would've undermined Aizawa-sensei's authority and teaching methods. I'd already antagonized him enough. I kept that thought to myself, not wanting to paint an even bigger target on my back after already challenging a teacher publicly.
"The test is over," Aizawa-sensei announced. "Curriculum handouts are in the classroom. Give them a look. And Midoriya—go see Recovery Girl about that finger."
With that dismissal, he turned and started walking away, heading toward where All Might was still poorly hidden behind the corner of a building.
But not before giving me one final long look that clearly communicated: You're on my radar now, Kaminari. I'll be watching you very closely.
'Yeah,' I thought with resignation. 'This probably wasn't my best idea. Could have handled that more subtly. But what's done is done.'
Almost immediately after Aizawa-sensei left, I was surrounded by classmates asking questions and offering praise.
"That was so cool how you stood up for Midoriya-kun!"
"Can you give me training advice too?"
"Your Quirk is amazing! How did you get so fast?"
I noticed one girl I definitely didn't recognize from the original anime—Emma Akane, with dark purple hair and bright amber eyes. She must have replaced someone in the class lineup due to the butterfly effect my presence had created.
'This is the butterfly effect I'm taking about. Can't expect everything to match canon exactly,' I thought philosophically. 'I'm already a massive deviation just by being here and being competent.'
Then Momo's voice cut through the chatter, her tone carrying genuine curiosity and excitement despite her usual composed demeanor.
"Oh yeah, your Quirk is quite amazing, Kaminari-kun. What is it exactly?" She stepped closer, her dark eyes bright with interest. "It seems pretty strong and versatile. With that lightning surrounding you? Is it some type of enhancement ability like All Might's is suspected to be?"
She was asking a lot of questions in rapid succession, which revealed an excitement she seemed to be trying to hide beneath her elegant exterior.
I just laughed at her enthusiasm. "Hahaha, no, it isn't anything like that. I—"
"No, it isn't anything like All Might's!" Mina interrupted me enthusiastically, practically bouncing as she inserted herself into the conversation. "Denki's Quirk is called Electrification! It allows him to produce electricity, and that's the only thing it does fundamentally!"
She turned to me with a bright smile that made her yellow eyes practically glow.
"But it isn't the Quirk that's awesome!" she declared with absolute conviction. "It's Denki that made the Quirk awesome through years of training and creative application!"
'Mina, you're going to make me blush,' I thought with genuine appreciation for her support.
I decided to deflect attention away from myself and toward someone else interesting.
"So your Quirk is quite amazing too, Yaoyorozu-san," I said, deliberately using her family name since we'd just met. "From your conversation with Mina before, I take it that you can create anything?"
"Yes, as long as it's not a living organism, I can produce it," Momo confirmed, looking pleased that someone was interested in her abilities. "Though I need to understand the complete atomic structure of whatever I'm creating. The more complex the item, the more detailed knowledge I require, and the more lipids my body consumes as raw material."
I looked at her with what probably resembled stars in my eyes, my mind already racing through possibilities.
"Wait, so you could create oil? That could work like having a flame-based Quirk if you ignited it. Or maybe create industrial-strength adhesive to restrain enemies? Or even manufacture a flamethrower and compressed gas canisters to make the flames bigger and more intense! You can also create helpful items like shields, nets, smoke bombs, flash bombs and cannons if you study hard." My words came out faster as my excitement built. "Ahhhh! Your Quirk is so versatile and has such incredible potential for creative combat applications!"
Momo's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately created a notebook from her forearm—the lipids in her body converting into matter through her Quirk—and started writing furiously, her elegant handwriting filling the pages.
She said while looking at me with something approaching awe. "In just a couple of minutes, you've given me more practical combat ideas. Please, keep talking. I want to hear more suggestions."
I smiled, "Sure! How about creating a powered exoskeleton suit? You could build it around your body and combine it with the flamethrower concept I mentioned. Like a mobile combat platform—a mecha, essentially."
The reaction from the boys in our class was immediate and enthusiastic.
"MECHA?!"
"THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!"
"Yaoyorozu-san, you have to try that!"
Even Todoroki looked mildly interested, one eyebrow raised slightly.
After that, Eijiro jumped in with his own contribution, his red eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"Denki's really smart about this stuff!" he announced to everyone. "He's been training Mina and me for years, helping us develop our Quirks and improve our combat abilities. He's a really good teacher, even if his methods are pretty rough sometimes."
"Rough is an understatement," Mina added with a mock pout. "He made me study until I cried. Multiple times."
"But you passed the written exam with flying colors," I pointed out. "So my methods work."
Almost everyone started asking me about their Quirks—how to train them, how to improve them, what applications I could suggest.
I held up my hands in a calming gesture while laughing at their enthusiasm. "We have a long time to get to know each other," I said warmly. "Let's do this slowly and properly. We're all going to become heroes together, so we should help each other grow. But maybe not all on the first day, yeah?"
That seemed to satisfy most of them, though I could see several students still looking at me with interest and expectation.
Mina suddenly clapped her hands together with sudden inspiration.
"Hey! We should all hang out after school! Get to know each other better outside of class!" She looked around at everyone. "Who's interested?"
Most of the class had to decline—already having plans with family, prior commitments, or just wanting to go home and process the overwhelming first day.
But Momo agreed immediately. "I'd enjoy that. It would be beneficial to build rapport with classmates."
'Only Momo agreed besides us,' I noted. 'Though honestly, that's fine. Smaller groups are easier to manage anyway.'
I smirked internally, thinking about my real reason for wanting to stay out late.
'My revenge on Megumi-nee should already be complete by now. She's probably at my house right this moment, discovering what I've done. Better to let the initial explosion happen while I'm safely elsewhere.'
"Sounds good to me," I agreed aloud. "Let's meet up after we change back into our regular uniforms."
And just like that, my first day at U.A. High School came to an end.
'Quite interesting,' I thought, gathering my belongings. 'Challenged a teacher. Helped the protagonist. Made friends and enemies. Definitely made an impression.'
'If I must say so myself, that went pretty well. Aside from the part where I probably made Aizawa-sensei want to murder me.'
'But hey, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Or in this case, you can't change the future without pissing off a few Pro Heroes.'
...
**Behind the Building**
[Aizawa's POV]
I met All Might at our agreed-upon location—a corner of the building that provided enough cover for the Symbol of Peace to observe without being obviously visible to the students.
"All Might," I acknowledged curtly.
"Aizawa-kun!" All Might's voice was characteristically enthusiastic even in his deflated civilian form. "You big softie, That was quite an interesting first day for your class! You expelled everyone in the previous year."
'Interesting is one word for it,' I thought darkly. 'Chaotic disaster is another.'
"I noticed you're watching Midoriya, are you interested in him?" I stated rather than asked. It was obvious from how intently he'd been watching that particular student.
All Might nodded, his sunken eyes showing concern. "Young Midoriya has... great potential. But as you saw, his control issues are severe. I'm worried about his ability to safely develop his Quirk."
I grunted. "You noticed how Kaminari-Kun helped him, right? So, don't worry too much."
"Yes! And that young Kaminari made some excellent points in his defense!" All Might looked almost proud, as if he'd personally trained the blonde speedster. "He articulated concerns I've been having about how to help young Midoriya progress without destroying himself."
I resisted the urge to rub my temples, feeling a headache building behind my eyes.
"Kaminari countered my arguments well," I admitted grudgingly. "Too well, actually. That kind of insight and confidence from a first-year student is unusual. He managed to make me reconsider my assessment of Midoriya's potential while simultaneously making himself a target for future scrutiny."
"You don't sound pleased about being convinced," All Might observed with amusement.
"I'm not," I said bluntly. "Because now I have to acknowledge that Midoriya does have potential—he's not zero, he can learn to control his strength, and given time and proper training, he might actually become a capable hero. That's good for Midoriya."
I paused, my expression darkening. "But Kaminari is going to have a harsh wake-up call in the future if he thinks hero work is always going to respond well to optimistic speeches and training advice. Hero life isn't something filled with flowers and happy endings. Sometimes you do everything right and people still die. Sometimes helping someone just means you're there to watch them fail anyway."
All Might's expression became more serious, his usual smile fading. "You think young Kaminari is too idealistic?"
"I think he's smart, talented, and genuinely wants to help his classmates improve," I corrected. "But I also think he doesn't fully understand what he's signed up for. He smoothly approached the situation with Midoriya, correctly identified my actual intentions, and made me see that Midoriya has potential and can slowly learn control in the future. That shows impressive social awareness and strategic thinking."
I turned to face All Might directly. "But it also shows he thinks he can solve problems through clever words and training advice. The hero world is going to teach him otherwise, probably sooner than he's ready for."
'Kaminari Denki,' I thought. 'You're intelligent, powerful, and charismatic. You could become an exceptional hero. But you're also overconfident and too willing to insert yourself into situations that aren't your responsibility.'
'Let's see how long that attitude lasts when real consequences start appearing.'
....
**Kaminari Household**
[Narihana's POV]
I sat comfortably in my living room, still in my hero costume from my afternoon patrol, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.
My phone rested on the coffee table, a video call with Edna recently concluded but still fresh in my mind.
"The suit should arrive at U.A. tomorrow," Edna had confirmed, her magnified eyes showing satisfaction through the screen. "I shipped it this morning with express delivery and U.A.'s security clearance codes."
Denki and Edna spent nearly an hours discussing the specifications—friction-resistant materials for his hero costume, reinforced stitching at stress points, temperature regulation systems to handle the heat generated by supersonic movement.
But then Edna had mentioned something that gave even me pause.
"Though I should clarify something important," she'd said, her tone shifting to scientific fascination. "After running additional tests on the data from Denki-kun's speed trials, I discovered he doesn't actually need friction-proof materials for his body. His clothes do, obviously—normal fabric would incinerate at Mach speeds. But his actual physical body?"
She'd pulled up some kind of complex diagram showing electromagnetic field patterns.
"His body is subconsciously generating a localized electromagnetic field whenever he moves at high velocity. It acts as both a protective barrier and a friction-reduction system. That's why he doesn't rip himself apart when moving at supersonic speeds—the field creates a buffer between his body and the surrounding air resistance."
I'd nodded, already knowing this from my own observations. "I figured something like that must be happening. The physics shouldn't work otherwise."
"Exactly!" Edna had looked pleased that I'd reached the same conclusion. "Though Denki-kun and I have been working on bringing this ability under conscious control. If he could manipulate those electromagnetic fields deliberately, the applications would be extraordinary. But it's proving difficult—the fields are tied to his subconscious survival instincts, which makes deliberate control challenging."
She'd sighed dramatically while pushing her glasses up. "Your son is breaking the laws of physics like it's a casual hobby. It's simultaneously fascinating and deeply frustrating from a scientific perspective."
I'd smiled proudly. "Laws are meant to be broken, Edna."
She'd deadpanned in response. "That's rich coming from a hero who's supposed to uphold law and order."
I'd chuckled nervously and ended the call shortly after.
Now, sitting alone in my living room, I reflected on everything Denki had accomplished.
'My son is truly amazing,' I thought with fierce maternal pride. 'He didn't want my recommendations to U.A., didn't want any shortcuts or special treatment. He took the entrance exam like any normal applicant and passed with the highest score in school history. That's my boy.'
My proud moment was abruptly shattered when my front door was suddenly slammed open with enough force to bang against the wall.
"SHOW YOURSELF, KAMINARI DENKI!"
Megumi's voice rang through my house, high-pitched with outrage and determination.
I heard rapid footsteps as she ran into the living room, her face flushed and her expression oscillating between fury and embarrassment.
"I'M HERE TO DEAL WITH YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
I was startled enough to nearly drop my phone, my heart rate spiking from the sudden intrusion.
Then I sighed, already feeling a headache forming. 'What did he do this time?' I wondered with resigned affection.
I stood up and moved toward Megumi, who was now looking around the living room with confusion, apparently expecting Denki to be hiding somewhere.