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In another world, Midoriya Inko would have been an unassuming, pacifist sort of mother. That was not the case in this one. In this one, Midoriya Inko was a defense lawyer. Admittedly, not a well known one, but she knew her way around a courtroom and she was very familiar with the morality, or, rather, lack of it, that humans have.
She was the kind of lawyer that was underestimated, whether for being a woman, for having a kind face, or for being a single mother. So she was given to the people that the government and Hero’s Association didn’t want to become free, or to have their court case become a big deal. Inko’s clients were mostly people with villainous quirks that were unfairly persecuted or up-and-coming heroes that were getting sued for some sort of horrible thing they had done. That’s why, at age four, when her little Izuku was diagnosed quirkless, she knew she had to do something. Nothing was worse than the persecution quirkless people go through on a daily basis.
The day after the diagnosis, she crouched before her son, and said, “Izuku, if you could have any non-obvious quirk, what would it be?”
“An *sniff* analysis quirk. But I’m quirkless! I’ll never get one!” He rubbed at his tearful eyes with small fists before looking at his mother for some sort of comfort. For her to tell him that no, the doctor was wrong and everything would be okay.
“Well, yes and no,” the crying stopped and Izuku furrowed his brow in confusion. “The doctor was right. You are quirkless. But nobody else needs to know that, right?”
Inko always knew her child was smart, but she never fully understood how smart he was until she explained her plan. “We’re going to give you a fake quirk. An analysis quirk, just like you want. Do you know why we’re going to do this?”
“Because there are bad people who discriminate against others unfairly.” Inko had no idea if Izuku understood any of the words he just said, mostly because she was pretty sure he just copied something he had heard from her, but she nodded anyway.
“Exactly. So, I’m going to need you to, whenever anyone asks what your quirk is, to say analysis. You got that sweetie?” Gone were the tears and sniffing, Izuku looked up at his mother with stars in his eyes and yelled his affirmation. Inko smiled and ruffled his hair, half of her mind already going through how to make this work.
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Surprisingly, it only took a few phone calls to find one of her past clients that could get in contact with a forger. A really long phone call after that, and in a couple days all of the necessary paperwork would be completed. Inko barely stopped herself from jumping with joy. Sure, she was a lawyer, someone supposed to help uphold the law, doing something illegal, but somehow she couldn’t find it within herself to care.
It was after school that day that she knew it was all worth it. As she went to pick Izuku up from school, she could see he was brighter and happier, surrounded by far more kids than he was previously. She got out of the car and Mitsuki walked up to her, smiling as well.
“Heard your brat finally got himself a quirk, huh?” The other mom stopped besides Inko to look fondly at Izuku. “‘Bout time I say. Katsuki has been yapping all day everyday about how stupid Deku should get a move on so they can start working towards being heroes.”
Inko just smiled demurely. “Yes, Izuku was so excited. You know how he is with quirks and heroes, an analysis quirk really fits him perfectly!” Right as she finished her sentence, Izuku ran up to her and hugged her. With a nod towards Mitsuki, he tugged Inko straight towards the car. “So, I’m guessing your first day as a quirked student went well?”
“Mhmm, mhmm!” Inko was half afraid his head would fall off with how fast he was nodding. “Suddenly, everyone wanted to talk to me! It was amazing!” He smiled at her, bright as the day he first saw All Might, and Inko knew without a doubt her little angel would take the world by storm.
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Years later, and Midoriya was working hard to get into UA’s Hero Course. His analysis had grown leaps and bounds from when it had first started, and it was at the point that most people assumed that it was his quirk before he even told them. It certainly helped that his notebooks weren’t burned on a daily basis, or considered creepy.
At the moment, the boy was on his computer, looking through the Hero Catalogue to find every single one of UA’s alumni, what course they started in, and what course they ended in. Was this entirely illegal? Yes. But so was having a fake quirk, so Midoriya figured he was pretty past caring about that kind of stuff. He was looking for any sort of theme, anything that could tell him what UA looked for in a hero, or how the entrance exam decided who goes in or who doesn’t. So far, he wasn’t seeing a pattern that he liked.
“Izuku! Dinner’s ready!” His mom’s bubbly voice interrupted his train of thought.
“Alright!” Midoriya yelled back, logging out of the catalogue and then closing the tab just in case. He added a few extra notes to his UA notebook before making his way towards the dining room. “How was work?”
“Oh you know, the usual,” Inko laughed breathily as she scooped rice into her bowl and set it on the table. “Got another client with a ‘villainous quirk’, but this time I actually think he did the crime. Still, I’m going to get him off scot-free.”
Midoriya gave her a look. “What about the Hero Commission? Are they sloughing any cases off to you still?” The Hero Commission was almost a taboo phrase in the Midoriya household. Izuku might look up to heroes, but he knows as well as his mother that the people behind the scenes were the scum of society.
Inko shook her head. “Not recently no. I think they’re getting wary of my abilities. I might look like an unassuming single mother, but my results are starting to speak for themselves,” she laughed at the hopeful look Izuku gave her. “No, ‘Zuku, I’m still not getting famous. No one looks at me and thinks I would be a good lawyer, and all of my cases still consist of things/people that get shoved under the radar.”
“But you’re so good! And have the connections to get your name out there!” He almost whined, picking up some rice and eating it. Izuku always seemed to look at the law professions as the hero professions. The more well known you are, the more people you save. He still doesn’t quite understand that in reality, the more well known you are, the more corrupt people you save.
“Yeah but I like where I am now,” the middle schooler slowly nodded, seeming to have conceded the point. “Still, not sure if I should be thankful or annoyed that the HC isn’t giving me anything. On one hand, I hate them. On the other hand, I like foiling their plans. On both hands, they’re bastards who get off ruining and controlling people’s lives.” Inko took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and started on her own food.
The meal went on in silence for a little bit, but a comfortable silence that could be broken any time. A couple minutes later, and it was. “What about you? Anything pop up in your research?” Inko asked.
Midoriya sighed. “Yeah. You know how I said that I thought I was seeing a pattern in all of UA’s alumni’s?” His mother nodded. “Well, I’m now pretty positive there is one. And it’s not in my favor.” Inko cocked her head in a silent, ‘go on’. “So basically, sixty percent of all of UA’s alumni and current students have combat quirks. Anything destructive, or able to be weaponized. Basically the ideal heroic quirks. Then about thirty five percent of the students have not obvious combat quirks, but still physical quirks. That leaves five percent of all UA alumnus that have non-physical quirks, like Eraserhead. And by non-physical quirks I mean quirks like mine, that can’t be seen. Mental quirks basically. So, I did a little more digging, and half of those people with non-physical quirks didn’t pass the entrance exam. They got into general education, but left UA in the heroics course.”
Inko waved him on. “And that means…”
Midoriya paused for a bit, trying to get his thoughts in order. “I’m pretty positive it means that UA’s entrance exam is almost impossible to pass without a physical quirk. I don’t know what that means, but it’s probably something to do with combat, or ... I’m not sure. UA is very good at keeping the test under wraps. But! It also means that if you fail the entrance exam, as long as you get into General Education, there’s a way for you to be moved into the Heroics Course, although, again, I’m not sure how.”
The two people paused, Inko trying to understand all of the information that was just thrown at her, and Izuku waiting for her reaction. He watched as her facial expressions flitted through many different emotions: understanding, resignment, a little bit of sadness, before everything went blank. Then, out of the blue, she looked Izuku dead in the eye with determination oozing from every pore of her being.
“But that’s not enough for you, is it.” She phrased it like a question but said it as a statement. “Getting into the Heroics Course through General Education. You want to spend all of every year you can as a soon-to-be hero, is that right?”
That surprised a laugh out of Izuku, and then he gave her his trademarked 1,000 watt smile, the same one he gave her when he was four, and nodded. “Of course.”
“Well then I guess we have to figure something out!”
The two smiled at each other, Midoriya, for once, thinking that there was actually a chance his plan for the future would be a success. Then he paused and asked, “What could we figure out though?”
Silence reigned. Both Inko and Izuku became lost in thought, until Inko piped up, “Who knows. We’re ten months away from the entrance exam and I’ve gotten paperwork forged in a lot less of the time. Plus, you’ve been taking martial arts since you were seven. If it is a combat based exam, you’re already at an advantage. Add that to your analysis and boom, you’re a shoe-in.”
Midoriya paused, chopsticks right in front of his mouth, and commented, “You do know that I don’t actually have an analysis quirk right?”
Inko shrugged. “It’s close enough.”
“Fair.”
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Two months later, Izuku woke up to maniacal laughter. He turned over to see ‘1:03 AM’ blinking at him from his alarm clock. The boy was about to pull the covers over his head and go back to sleep when his door slammed open.
“Mom it’s 1 AM,” he groaned.
Inko stood in the doorway in her work clothes, hair sticking up at odd angles. She was, as always, smiling, but this one was tinged with sleep-deprived, maniacal energy. “Guess what, ‘Zuku!” She singsonged. “I have figured out the answer to all of our problems!”
“It’s. 1. AM!” This time Midoriya really did pull the covers over his head.
That did not deter his mother in the slightest. This time when she spoke, her tone was of fake sadness. “Oh, but I thought you’d want to hear how we’re going to get you into UA. Guess not.”
Midoriya was sitting up in an instant, all lingering sleepiness vanishing from his eyes. He was practically vibrating with excitement. “How. How. How. How. Ho-”
“The Hero Commission gave me a case. Some up-and-coming hero that recently graduated was found giving information about UA to villain organizations or something like that. And I can only imagine, if this kid’s giving that information up to villains, wouldn’t he give it up to his ‘kind and nonthreatening lawyer who just wants the best for him’? I’m meeting him in the morning and I promise you, I’ll have all of the practical exam’s secrets by dinner.”
With that, the short woman walked away with the gait of someone far too proud with themselves, leaving Midoriya to freak out on his own. The boy tried to go back to sleep, but it soon became obvious that that was not an option anymore. Although Midoriya was ahead of the game with combat experience and certainly got a large advantage with his analysis, the statistics just weren’t in his favor. Many a night he stayed up searching the internet for any sort of clue to what the elusive practical exam could be, but he never found anything. For this sort of chance to pop up out of nowhere? Well, it was perfect.
Izuku got out of bed and flicked the light switch on. By the time his eyes adjusted he already had his UA notebook out and flipped to the last page. On that page was the startings of a hero costume. It wasn’t a very good design at the moment, and he only really had the color scheme. Dark green for everything important, and black for the inbetween.
The wannabe hero began to add some details that he had been thinking about and soon got lost in his work, as he usually does. He added a dark green bulletproof vest, cargo pants, and gloves, along with black combat boots. The gloves and combat boots would be designed to stick on surfaces once a certain command is given, or a certain button is pressed. That was he would be able to catch people by surprise or allow him more escape routes. It would also be really useful if the gloves could stick on a person because it would make grappling and putting people into holds easier. He would also keep multiple pencils and notebooks in his pants’ pockets for any use that would come up with them as well as a first aid kit.
Now all he had to figure out was his weapon, and any mask/headgear he wanted to add. But, looking at the clock, that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now he had to go to sleep before he stopped being able to focus during class.
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“Hey Kacchan!” Midoriya greeted his childhood friend as he walked towards the school building. The blond boy turned around and paused, allowing Izuku to catch up. “How are you? Did you sleep well?”
“Fine and yes. What the fuck has gotten you this happy, stupid nerd?” His words sounded mean, but Midoriya could tell that he was happy about the greenette’s change. The closer the entrance exam got, the more stressed Midoriya was.
“I’ve just decided to become less stressed!” The words that were coming out of his mouth were practically chirps.
“You sound like a fucking bird. Actually, that’s offensive to birds everywhere.”
“Hey!”
“What, at least birds don’t let fucking extras walk all over them! If they need your analysis to get them into the school they want, then they shouldn’t get into that school. You got me?”
“Yeah yeah. I get it.” Midoriya sarcastically patted him on the shoulder and laughed at the look he got. The rest of the walk towards the school building was in silence.
Midoriya and Bakugou were automatic friends because of their parents’ relationship. And, despite the rocky period where Midoriya was thought to be quirkless, that friendship had continued. Their personalities balanced perfectly, and so did their quirks, even if one was fake. Midoriya mellowed Bakugou out, and Bakugou made Midoriya stand up for himself. They were such a perfect duo that everyone was always trying to push them to becoming a hero duo. Bakugou wanted to, but Midoriya didn’t. He wanted to find his own merit and knew that if he ever partnered with Bakugou, he would alway be overlooked because of his quirk, no matter if Bakugou gave him credit where he deserved it.
However, that wouldn’t be the only place that overlooked Midoriya. Izuku was also under no illusion that his school, Aldera, was a horrible place. The teachers were horrible to anyone with a villainous or useless quirk, and none of the staff cares about the opinions of anyone besides the most powerful. Without Bakugou, Midoriya would be on the bottom of the food chain, and would have been treated just as horrible as everyone else down there. Still, it was the only school his mother could afford, especially with Hisashi out of the picture and no longer sending child support.
That’s why, when he saw someone getting beat up out of the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised. Instead he tugged Bakugou in that direction and started recording with his phone.
“Hey! What are you doing!” He yelled. Midoriya was now close enough to see the bullies better, and recognised at least one of them, Tsubasa. The other two didn’t jog his memory, but he filed them away just in case. Bully1 had full black eyes and horns on his head, while Bully2 had scales on his hands. Ignoring them, Izuku shoved his phone, still recording, into Bakugou’s hands and marched towards the victim. He looked about the same age, with no obvious quirk features. “Hi, I’m Midoriya. Are you okay? Well, obviously you’re not okay. Uh. Want some help?” He stared at Midoriya as if he was speaking Latin, before glancing beside him to where Bakugou was.
“You shitty little bastards!! You’re lucky I don’t stoop to your level and beat you up!! And I have this all on video! Just wait you bitchass little-” Izuku shrugged and tuned him out due to years of practice.
The greenette turned back around and laughed at the bullied person’s face. “Don’t mind him. Seriously. He’s practically a kitten.” Thankfully Kacchan didn’t hear him say that. “What’s your name?”
“Uh, Nakamoto Maki. Thanks, I guess.” The boy, Nakamoto, still looked a little shaken.
“Nice to meet you Nakamoto! Shall we go to class now?” He nodded and Midoriya held out his hand to help him up. Thankfully, it didn’t look like he had any real injuries, and even looked more shaken by Izuku and Bakugou’s appearance than the bullying.
The walk into the building was uneventful and the two of them split ways to go to their respective homerooms.
“Always the hero, aren’t you Deku.” Midoriya turned around to see that Bakugou had caught up with him.
“Of course! After all, I’m going to be a future hero!” Bakugou had to squint through the light that came from the subsequent smile.
“Tch.”
School ended practically as soon as it had begun, Midoriya running home as soon as the bell rang. He was so excited for dinner and the end of the day that he paid little to no attention and practically vibrated out of his seat every lesson. Bakugou had seemed a little concerned, but didn’t press it when his friends said he was fine and just had a lot on his mind. The run home was filled with thoughts of what Inko could find out and what he should do with his hero costume.
“And I have to do homework,” he muttered to himself, pace slowing down a bit before speeding right back up. “But also, finally! All of my questions will be answered! Woohoo!!” The pedestrians gave him some looks for his outburst, but he just smiled and waved. Nothing could get him down.
Getting home took about three minutes, homework took thirty, and then it was right to the UA notebook. What if I added flashbangs? Do I have enough pockets for that? I could add pockets on my sleeves I guess, but I probably shouldn't put flashbangs there. How will I make sure nothing falls out if I ever get thrown around. Maybe velcro? No, zippers are probably the way to go. I would also need tripwire, but I don’t necessarily want to put that in my pockets. It would take too long for me to get it if I need it in a pinch. So where … my hair! I could put it in my hair! That would certainly catch people off guard and would also make sure that anyone who tries to use my hair against me by grabbing it would get hurt. What el-
“Oh ‘Zuku!” Midoriya was thrown out of his thought process by a lyrical voice behind him.
“Mom! What’d you find out?” He whipped around in his chair to stare at his mom as if she was holding the secrets of the universe, which, to him, she was.
“Well, both good things and bad things. Bad thing: practical exam is fighting robots.” Midoriya’s face fell. “Good thing: you can use support items, as long as they directly correlate to your quirk and it needs it to function.”
Inko seemed pleased with herself, but Midoriya couldn’t see how any of it was good news. He thought he had a chance, but now it was gone. “But, Mom, my quirk doesn’t need a support item.”
She nodded. “You’re right. It doesn’t. For now,” Seeing her son’s look of confusion, she elaborated. “Quirks grow and change all the time. It wouldn’t surprise me if suddenly, out of nowhere, a new aspect of your quirk popped up. Just saying.”
Inko removed her laptop from underneath her arm and set it on the desk. The National Quirk Registry was already up. “Now, obviously, we can’t go in person to the registry to get it updated, because they’ll ask too many questions, but if you apply for the changes online it’ll take a couple months, but no one will look very closely at your new quirk. So, I’m going to get dinner ready, and you choose how you’re going to change your quirk to match the practical exam. Have fun!” With that, the lawyer left Midoriya to his own devices. A very stupid decision to be honest.
By the time dinner came about, Midoriya had already submitted his application and had done a little extra research. He sat down with a smile on his face, looking like a cat that had just caught a mouse. “So, my quirk now needs me to look at the subject through their reflection in an eight inch triangular piece of metal. Or, in other words, I can now bring a kitchen knife to UA. Actually, I have to bring a kitchen knife to UA.” Inko looked both impressed and embarrassed to have given birth to him. “And I found some place that makes knives for heroes! Once my application goes through I can bring the paperwork there and get an industrial grade knife which, hopefully, will be able to harm robots. Isn’t it great!”
“....fantastic!”
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It took four months for Midoriya’s paperwork to go through, and another four months before the day of the entrance exam. By that time Midoriya had researched robots more than he ever thought possible, learned how to use a knife, and studied practically 24/7. Now Bakugou was waiting outside his house so they could go to UA together.
“Do you have your ID?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Your pencils?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Your knife?” At that, Bakugou looked up sharply but Midoriya just nodded.
“Yes Mom.”
Inko smiled tearily and hugged Izuku. “Good luck baby. I’m sure you’ll do great, okay?”
“I will!” With that, Midoriya walked out of the house and towards his future. Hopefully. Then he saw Bakugou staring at him with a strange expression. “What? Is there something on my face?”
“Why the FUCK did Auntie just ask you if you had a knife?” Oh yeah, that.
Bakugou’s expression became even more incensed when Midoriya started laughing. “Oh, yeah, it's a long story. If I get in, I’ll tell you all about it, okay?” Bakugou nodded, but still seemed confused. As he should be.
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UA was even bigger than he imagined, and was cooler too. Everything screamed wealth and put-togetherness. Honestly, if Midoriya wasn’t such a fanboy, he might have minded a bit, but as it was this was his dream school. Walking in without an issue, he crossed into UA’s facility and practically ran to the classroom where he would take his written test.
Once there he sat down and waited with baited breath for his proctor, Ectoplasm to start handing them out. It didn’t take long. Within a minute everyone was there and, after a quick speech about cheating and such, the test was handed out and the clock started.
Midoriya flew through the test with ease. He wasn’t able to pretend to have an analysis quirk for nothing, and in the past couple months he had spent practically every waking hour getting ready for this exam. At this point, he would have been more surprised if he was challenged than if he wasn’t. He finished the test in an hour and thirty minutes, checked over his work for ten minutes, and was able to relax for fifty more.
Then it was onto the practical exam. Something that Midoriya should have no idea what it was, but did. So when Present Mic started speaking about robots, Midoriya did not start fidgeting and worrying. He started smiling with relief. At least everything has gone to plan so far.
Soon he was standing before a large door and, from what he could tell, a cityscape beyond it. There were about 50 other examinees around him, and everyone looked to be just as nervous. That could also be because he was holding a knife, but still.
“GO!” Present Mic screamed from wherever he was and Midoriya ran forward. He wasn’t even quite aware that he was running, but his nervous energy needed somewhere to go and something to do. Looking behind him, it seemed he was the only one to start running but the others caught up pretty quickly.
Okay. Robots. Stab. Stab robots. This cannot possibly be that hard. It turns out, it was exactly that hard. For the first couple robots, Midoriya had to idea what to do and ended up having to run away. Still, he quickly got into a rhythm. Get their attention. Run towards them. Stab them in a joint. Run away. Now, Midoriya wasn’t really sure that this was working, but he had seen a couple robots explode behind him so he figured he was doing something right.
Then, suddenly, the ground started shaking and a giant robot loomed ahead of him. Oh shit. Midoriya was about to turn around and run when he saw an examinee under some concrete. He paused for a moment and ran straight towards her. As he ran towards her, he saw a kid running away with a pole in his hands. Midoriya changed his route, and stole the pole with a quick “sorry!”. Once he got to the girl, he shoved the end of the pole under the rubble, and used the leverage to lift it off of her ankles.
“Come on!” He said, holding out a hand. “We’ve got to get moving. Now.” She tried to stand up but it soon became obvious that putting pressure on her leg was not an option. Huffing, Midoriya picked her up bridal style and spirited as fast as he could away from the metal giant.
“TIIIIIIIME’S UP LITTLE LISTENERS!!” All of the robots stopped and Midoriya breathed a sigh of relief and set the girl down. I think I probably passed. Maybe. Definitely. Probably. … In any case I can’t do anything more now. He slowed down to a jog and started to run towards the entrance when he saw an old lady hobbling towards the examinees. He softly set the injured girl down and waited for her to see them.
“I can’t believe it. It’s Recovery Girl!” He breathed in wonder.
As if she heard him Recovery Girl looked over and started in their direction. “Ah hello young ma-” she blanched at the sight of the knife, “-n, are you injured?”
Midoriya shook his head but motioned to the student on the ground. “No, but she is.”
The Youthful Heroine nodded and moved to kiss the girl on the forehead. Once she did, she shoved gummies into both of their hands and went to the next person. Midoriya thoughtfully chewed on the gummies, thinking over his performance in the test, when the girl spoke up.
“Um, I realized I never introduced myself. I’m Uraraka Ochako! Thanks for saving me!” Uraraka tiredly stood up from the ground and gave a little bow.
Flustered, Midoriya waved his hands in front of his face. “Oh. Um. It was no problem. And I’m Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you.” Uraraka smiled and soon the two of them were ushered back to the main building and were able to leave.
Midoriya was just walking out of the gates when Bakugou accosted him. “So. Knife. Tell me.”
“Um, well, basically IliedonmyquirkregistrationthatIneedaknifeformyquirksoI’dbeabletotakeonetoUAanduseitinthepracticalexam.”
Bakugou stared at him as if he was insane, before bursting out laughing. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely something you would do. Fucking nerd, beating the system. Do you think you passed?”
“Probably.”
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It came as no surprise in the Midoriya household that Izuku passed. Still, it was celebrated with tearful hugs, ice cream, and then a fanboy freakout about All Might teaching at UA. Time passed quickly and before they knew it it was time for Midoriya to go to his first day of school.
“Everything is so huge, Kacchan!” Bakugou just sighed, this having been the tenth time he’s heard it. Still, he nodded like the good friend he was. “Can you believe it! We’re really in UA!! I mean, I was pretty sure I would make it in but still!”
This continued the whole way they walked through the hallways and even as they sat in the classroom. Midoriya was going nuts over all of the quirks he saw and basically just everything in his field of vision.
“Shut up and get in your seats.” Everyone froze at once and looked towards a yellow caterpillar on the ground. Then they suddenly scrambled into their seats and waiting for whatever was going to come next. The caterpillar suddenly shed his … sleeping bag? and moved towards the podium at the front of the classroom. “My name is Aizawa Shouta. I am your homeroom teacher. We will be starting with a fitness test. Get into your gym clothes and meet me at Ground Beta in five minutes.” He turned around to leave but paused. “And if you have any necessary support items, bring those with you too.”
With that, he left the classroom. The students were immediately in an uproar. No one knew what the hell was going on. Still, they ran to the locker rooms and got dressed as quickly as possible, not wanting to piss off their teacher on the first day of school.
Aizawa was waiting on the field as Midoriya got there, staring at him with indifference before checking his sheet. “Midoriya, it says here you need a piece of metal for your quirk to work. Is that correct?”
Oh shit! I knew I forgot something! Midoriya had meant to change his quirk registration back, but it slipped his mind with everything that was going on. Welp, time to bullshit my way out of this. “Not anymore, Eraserhead sir, no.”
The only reaction the teacher had was a slight widening of his eyes at being recognized, before narrowing them back. “You don’t need one anymore. About four months ago, you figured out that you need a piece of metal for your quirk, and now, suddenly, you don’t need it?” His tone could still be qualified as deadpan, but annoyance was bleeding through.
Still, Midoriya was not daunted. He nodded, “Yes sir. That is correct.” Students were now making their way onto the field, giving the two of them weird looks, while Bakugou was practically doubled over in laughter. “I’m a teenager. Quirks change all of the time, especially at my age. I’m sure you know how it is, especially since you’re a teacher.” He smiled an innocent little smile, with Aizawa did not buy at all.
The smile got wider as Midoriya’s teacher muttered something along the lines of ‘I’m not paid enough for this shit’and ‘Problem child.’ Aizawa then turned around to address the other students, and finally started their first day as heroes-in-training.
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EXTRA: Day of the entrance exam
Aizawa was suspiciously quiet as he watched the examinees go through the fake city. Nemuri was honestly getting a little concerned. “Shouta? Is something wrong?”
He did not look away from the screen as he asked, “Nezu. What is his quirk? Green hair. Waving a knife around.” A knife? That’s strange. Maybe he was able to create it?
“Ah. Midoriya Izuku. Analysis quirk.” Everyone stopped watching to turn and stare incredulously at the rodent.
“You’re telling me that somehow, someone with an Analysis quirk was able to get a knife into UA? How lacking is our security!?” Vlad King exclaimed.
Almost as a response, Nezu laughed, sending shivers down the teachers’ spines. “Oh no. On the contrary. Midoriya Izuku found a way to bring that knife in the parameters of the rules! In fact, that qualifies as a support item for his quirk!”
At this information, Aizawa brought up his files, and sifted through them until he found Midoriya’s. Opening it up, he read the information aloud. “Midoriya Izuku. Quirk: Analysis. More Information: Needs to look at target through their reflection in an 8-inch, triangular piece of metal for quirk to work,” a pause. “He’s never looked at the robots through a reflection. He’s never used the knife for anything other than a knife.”
“And doesn’t his description of the needed support item sound like he planned exactly for this? I mean, an eight inch triangular piece of metal? I could be making this up, but that rubs me the wrong way,” Nemuri added.
Nezu had not stopped laughing. “And to make it even better, he put in that change four months ago! We might have a genius on our hands!”
Nemuri just blinked and stared at the unassuming kid dicing through robots’ joints. What the fuck.