The summer festival faded into memory far too quickly. Time seemed to race toward the inevitable—the first day of U.A. High.
Izuku had prepared carefully. His uniform was neatly folded on the couch, along with his school bag and supplies. His hero license card sat proudly on top of the pile.
Like most mornings on the farm, Izuku was awake before his parents. The sun had yet to fully rise, casting the fields in a cool gray mist. He moved quietly through the house, making breakfast—rice, miso soup, grilled fish—and setting it on the table before heading out to do his chores.
He grabbed a pail of feed and strolled toward the chicken coop. That's when it hit him.
A strange thrum. A pulse out of rhythm.
For years now, Izuku had trained himself to listen to the world—the smallest of sounds, the faintest of heartbeats. He could hear his parents' heartbeats from across the house.
But this one—his father's—was stuttering.
Wrong.
Too fast. Too slow. Too fast again.
A spike of fear shot through him.
In a snap, he dropped the pail and blurred across the yard, bursting through the back door and racing up the stairs.
BANG!
The bedroom door slammed open with a gust of wind.
Inko shot upright in bed, startled.
"Izuku?! What's wrong?"
Panting, panic barely under control, Izuku pointed toward Hisashi.
"I—I think Pa is having a heart attack. His heartbeat is... wrong. Really wrong."
Inko's eyes widened in terror. She immediately turned and shook Hisashi.
"Hisashi! Hisashi, wake up! Please!"
No response.
She grabbed her phone, hands trembling, dialing emergency services.
"9-1-1! My husband—he's not waking up—he's—"
But Izuku's mind was racing faster than the phone lines could ever move.
"Mom!" he said firmly, grabbing her shoulder. "We don't have time. It'll take too long for an ambulance to get out here."
She looked at him, eyes filled with fear and hesitation.
"I'm taking him to the hospital. Now. Tell them I'm coming—have someone ready when I land."
Without waiting for an answer, Izuku gently but swiftly lifted his father in his arms as if he weighed nothing.
Inko, fighting back tears, relayed the message frantically to the dispatcher:
"My son—he's licensed to fly! He's flying him there right now—please have someone ready—please—!"
Outside, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Izuku crouched, focusing hard.
Keep him stable. Don't jar him too much. Steady flight.
With a BOOM that shattered the sound barrier, Izuku rocketed into the air, his track suit flapping wildly in the wind.
The nearest hospital was over 80 kilometers away.
At full speed, Izuku crossed that distance in barely forty seconds.
But every second counted.
As he approached the hospital grounds, his enhanced vision locked onto the emergency helipad where two doctors and a nurse were already running out, defibrillator in hand.
Izuku slowed as much as he dared, hovering for a second before landing with practiced grace.
The doctors barely had time to react before Izuku placed Hisashi on a stretcher with astonishing gentleness.
"He's in cardiac arrest," Izuku reported calmly, though his voice trembled. "He lost consciousness about three minutes ago. His heartbeat is unstable."
One of the ER doctors blinked.
"How—how did you—"
"No time!" shouted the other doctor. "Get him inside!"
As they rushed Hisashi through the doors, one nurse lingered.
"You… flew him here?"
Izuku nodded.
"I have a license." He showed his card, voice strained with worry.
"Please… save him."
An hour later, Izuku sat outside the ER waiting room, still in his fram clothes, fingers clenched tightly.
His mother arrived soon after, eyes red and puffy. She embraced him tightly.
"You did the right thing, baby," she whispered.
"You saved him."
Later, the doctor came out. Hisashi was stable, resting in the ICU.
"He's very lucky," the doctor said. "Minutes made the difference. Another five minutes… and we might have lost him."
Izuku exhaled shakily, feeling the weight of the morning settle over him.
By the time everything was resolved, the sun was high in the sky.
Izuku stood in the living room, gazing down at his uniform.
It was the standard grey U.A. student uniform—a symbol of where he was heading, and a promise of the path he had chosen. The fabric felt heavier than it should. Or perhaps it was the weight on his heart.
He straightened the collar, fastened the buttons, and exhaled slowly.
Pa would want me to go.
With a soft whoosh, Izuku exited the front door and shot into the sky, a sharp boom trailing behind him as he cracked the sound barrier.
As the familiar farms and forests below blurred past, Izuku's mind raced.
Stable. They said Pa's stable. I have to trust them. Mom's with him. I need to focus now.
He angled downward as U.A. came into view, slowing as he approached the district. As before, he landed quietly in a nearby alleyway, slipping from the shadows and walking toward the gates.
It was crowded—students of all shapes, sizes, and quirks gathered, buzzing with first-day excitement.
Izuku's towering frame made it difficult to stay unnoticed, but he tried. His emerald eyes scanned the crowd—faces young and hopeful, some nervous, some proud.
Then, something caught his eye.
By the front gate stood a curious sight: a small creature perched on the shoulder of a tired-looking man in a baggy hobo-like outfit, unshaven with dark circles under his eyes. Despite his appearance, the air around him felt… authoritative.
Izuku had no doubt—this was a pro-hero.
The pair spotted him at once and approached.
Izuku blinked as the man slouched in front of him.
The small animal—a mouse? No. Something more—bowed slightly.
"Midoriya Izuku, correct?" the small creature spoke in a high but clear voice.
"I am Nezu, U.A.'s principal. This is Shouta Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead."
Aizawa gave a slight nod, rubbing his eyes with one hand.
Nezu continued softly.
"We heard about your father. The hospital called to inform us after verifying your emergency flight."
He looked up at Izuku with an odd, knowing gaze.
"You don't need to be here today if you feel unready. No one would question you."
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Thank you, Principal Nezu. Really."
He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders.
"But my dad would want me to be here. And… the doctors said he's stable. My mom's with him. So... I'm here."
Nezu's eyes twinkled.
"Very well said. I admire your resolve."
Aizawa finally spoke, voice rough but direct.
"Good. Just remember—you don't have to prove anything today. Focus on learning."
Izuku nodded.
As the principal and Aizawa drifted back toward the gate, Izuku exhaled again and turned toward the school.
One step at a time.
For Pa. For Mom. For myself.
As Izuku made his way through U.A.'s gleaming halls, his eyes kept drifting upward.
The classroom doors were massive—easily three times larger than a normal door.
Quirks, he thought, smiling softly. They must've built them this way so students with bigger forms or transformations don't feel restricted.
But despite the smile, a small knot twisted in his stomach. Pa's in stable condition. Stay focused. One step at a time.
He approached Class 1-A.
As he reached for the handle, a loud voice carried through the thick door.
"I must insist you remove your feet from that desk! It is disrespectful to this academy and your fellow classmates!"
Izuku paused, recognizing the speaker—Tenya Iida.
Curious, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was large and bright, desks neatly arranged. Many students were already seated, talking or glancing around nervously.
But the tension in the air was thick.
At the center of it sat the boy Izuku had met during the written exam—the one who had rudely dismissed him: Katsuki Bakugo.
Katsuki leaned back casually, both feet propped on the desk in front of him, arms crossed. His sharp eyes gleamed with irritation.
"Are you kidding me?" Bakugo sneered, voice dripping with contempt. "What's your problem, four-eyes? Did your old school shove a stick up your ass, or were you just born with it?"
Iida's brow twitched, but he straightened, bowing slightly despite the insult.
"I am Tenya Iida, from Soumei Junior High," he said firmly. "And no—discipline and respect are virtues I take pride in. I simply expect others to do the same."
"Tch. Get lost," Bakugo muttered, but before the exchange could escalate further, Iida noticed movement from the doorway.
"Midoriya!" Iida called out, waving. "Good morning!"
Izuku gave a small smile and stepped in. He wore his crisp U.A. uniform neatly, the tall stature and calm confidence in his eyes making him seem older than his classmates.
"Morning, Iida," Izuku replied warmly, walking over.
Iida adjusted his glasses.
"It is good to see you again! I must say, your performance during the practical exam was… astounding. Your quirk must be quite exceptional."
Izuku scratched the back of his head, chuckling.
"Uh, thanks. I'm... lucky it worked out that way. And it's not so much my quirk—it's a lot of training."
Before Iida could reply, Bakugo's voice cut in from across the room.
"Heh. If it isn't the flying farm boy. You here to show off again?"
Izuku turned his gaze to Bakugo—not hostile, just steady.
"I'm here to learn. Same as everyone else."
Bakugo scoffed but didn't press further.
At that moment, the room quieted as more students trickled in. Ochaco Uraraka waved to Izuku as she entered, beaming.
"Hey, Deku! You made it!"
Izuku smiled. "Morning, Uraraka."
Then a new presence filled the room—a sharp energy that silenced the remaining chatter.
A familiar ragged voice called from the front:
"Quiet down. I'm your homeroom teacher—Shouta Aizawa. Get to your seats. We're starting."
As Izuku sat, he couldn't help but glance around at his new classmates.
This is it, he thought. Class 1-A. The path begins here.
But in the back of his mind, one thought echoed louder than the rest: Stay strong for Pa. Make him proud.
The room settled into a tense silence as Shouta Aizawa—their homeroom teacher—stood at the front.
His dull eyes scanned the room. The man looked more like he'd just crawled out of a dumpster than someone teaching Japan's top hero course. A long black capture scarf hung loosely around his neck, hair disheveled.
"Put your uniforms on. Meet me outside in five minutes."
No introduction. No warm welcome.
The students blinked in confusion.
"Did... did he mean the P.E. uniforms?" Uraraka whispered to Izuku.
"Yeah," Izuku nodded, already grabbing his gym bag. "Let's go."
A few minutes later, they gathered outside on the large training field behind the main building.
The sun shone bright in the sky—warm enough that Izuku instinctively rolled his shoulders, letting the solar rays soak in.
Focus, he reminded himself. Don't stand out too much. Not yet.
Aizawa stood in front of them holding a small tablet.
"The entrance ceremony's pointless. U.A. doesn't waste time. We produce heroes, not celebrities."
He tossed a small ball toward Bakugo. "Bakugo—you scored high in the practical exam. How far could you throw a softball in middle school?"
Bakugo caught it lazily.
"Sixty-seven meters."
"Use your quirk. Do it again."
Grinning, Bakugo stepped up. He wound his arm back, a small explosion sparking in his palm.
"DIE!!"
The ball rocketed into the sky with a thunderous BOOM.
The tablet beeped.
"705.2 meters."
The class gasped. Uraraka practically bounced.
"That's so cool!"
"You'll be tested on eight physical events today," Aizawa continued. "Everything from sprinting to grip strength to long jump. The difference is—you can use your quirks. All of you aim to be heroes. So we'll judge you as such."
The class buzzed with excitement—except Izuku.
A girl who was pink said, "This is going to be fun!"
Aizawa looked at the class, unimpressed. His tired eyes narrowed slightly.
"This looks fun, huh? You have three years to become a hero. You think it's going to be games and playtime?"
He let the words hang in the air for a moment, then spoke flatly.
"Fine. Whoever comes in last will be expelled from the Hero Course immediately."
The class shouted in shock, voices overlapping.
"Expelled?! On the first day?!"
"That's crazy!"
"You can't be serious!"
Uraraka stepped forward, fists clenched.
"You can't send one of us home on the first day! Even if it wasn't the first day, that's not fair!"
Aizawa's gaze turned icy.
"Fair?"
He took a step forward, voice low but sharp.
"Do natural disasters care about fairness? Do power-hungry villains, or catastrophic events that can wipe out entire cities, care about fairness?"
The class fell silent, tension thick in the air.
Aizawa continued.
"The world is filled with unfairness. It is a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a hero, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. Over the next three years, U.A will throw one terrible hardship after another at you."
He looked around the group, his expression unreadable.
"If you can't handle a little pressure here, you won't survive out there."
A heavy silence followed. The light mood from earlier was gone—replaced with a sharp edge of determination and nervous energy.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Aizawa's voice cut through the tension.
"The first test will be the 50-meter dash. Two of you will step up to the line. At the other end is a robot that will record your time."
The students visibly relaxed a little. A simple race — that didn't sound so bad.
Pairs of students began stepping up to the line.
Tenya Iida shot forward with bursts of engine-powered speed, earning an impressed murmur from the class.
Mina Ashido's agility helped her pull a decent time.
Kirishima used raw muscle, and Kaminari zipped along with an electric boost.
The scores were solid — a few wows here and there — but then Aizawa called out:
"Midoriya. You'll run alone."
Izuku gave a simple nod and quietly made his way to the line.
"Why is he going alone?" Sero whispered.
"Maybe because of his quirk?" Jirou guessed.
"Solar radiation absorption? That doesn't sound like a speed quirk..." Kaminari added, confused.
Uraraka, who had seen just a glimpse of Izuku's real ability at the entrance exam, suddenly spoke up.
"Everyone should step back."
Some of the students looked at her funny, raising eyebrows.
"Why?" asked a pink-haired Mina.
But when they noticed Aizawa himself taking a few steps back, their faces turned serious and they quickly followed suit.
Izuku rolled his shoulders once and took a deep breath.
"Go," Aizawa said flatly.
There was an earth-shaking boom — a thunderclap of force that sent dust flying in all directions.
The class fell dead silent.
"W-what was that?!" someone gasped from within the cloud.
As the dust settled, Izuku was already walking calmly back toward them.
Aizawa checked the robot's display.
"0.050 seconds," he announced without inflection.
"No way..." Kaminari muttered, eyes wide.
"That's insane!" Sero gawked.
"Did he just... break the sound barrier in a foot race?" Jirou whispered.
Izuku stopped in front of the group and bowed slightly.
"Sorry about the sound and the dust cloud," he said earnestly.
"You can say that again," Mina said, still brushing dirt from her hair, though her tone was more amazed than annoyed.
"I told you he was strong," Uraraka grinned, giving Izuku a thumbs-up.
There were only a couple of students left for the 50-meter dash now, but most of the class was still glancing at Izuku like they were seeing him in a new light.
"This year's going to be... interesting," Aizawa muttered under his breath, resetting the robot for the next runner.
After the last batch of students finished the 50-meter dash, Aizawa called them to the next station.
"Next is grip strength. Standard test. Go at it."
The students shuffled over to the grip strength machines lined up along the side of the training field.
Izuku casually hung back near the back of the group, arms crossed, waiting for his turn.
"Why aren't you going?" asked Uraraka, who had wandered near him.
"If I go first, and I accidentally break it, no one else will get to use it," Izuku said with a sheepish smile.
Uraraka giggled. "Fair enough."
The testing began.
Tenya Iida powered through with precise form, scoring well.
Kirishima gave a loud yell and scored even higher, veins bulging.
Mina Ashido hopped up, grinned, and gave it her best — respectable, but not extraordinary.
Mineta waddled up next, looking nervously at the machine.
"Guh... here goes!" Mineta squeaked, grabbing the handles.
He strained visibly, face turning red. The machine barely moved.
"Ugh... why does this matter for hero work? My grip should be tested on something more useful... like hanging on to cute girls!" he whined loudly, drawing a collective groan from half the class.
"Gross," Jirou muttered, arms folded.
As the test went on, Izuku watched with interest.
A tall, black-haired girl — Yaoyorozu — stepped up. Calm and composed, she created a pair of vice grips around her hands to amplify her force. The machine whined under the pressure, and she pulled an impressively high score.
Next was a tall, masked boy — Tokoyami — who extended multiple shadowy limbs to enhance his grip. Another high score.
Finally, after the last of the others had gone, Aizawa glanced toward Izuku.
"Midoriya. You're up."
Izuku approached calmly. The device was already showing some wear — scuff marks here, some dents there from the vice grips, and even a slight wobble from Kirishima's earlier effort.
He wrapped his hands around the handles.
"Hold back. Don't break it," he reminded himself.
Taking a breath, Izuku applied just enough pressure to max out the display, but stopped before the frame began to groan.
BEEP. MAX VALUE.
The machine beeped rapidly in protest.
The class stared in stunned silence.
"He maxed it out without even looking like he tried," Kaminari whispered.
"I told ya... dude's built different," Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Mineta, now slumped on the grass, looked up and whimpered:
"Y-you think he can teach me how to do that? No wait— never mind— that'd probably break me in half..."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly as he scribbled down the result, gaze lingering on Izuku longer than usual.
"He's holding back," Aizawa thought to himself. "That grip wasn't full force. Not even close."
After the grip strength test, Aizawa led them toward the next station.
"Next: standing long jump," he said, unrolling a long measuring mat at the start of the field. "You'll jump from this line. Let's see how far you go."
The students lined up again, chattering softly among themselves.
"I'm gonna ace this one!" Kirishima grinned, slapping his fists together.
"My engines should give me an edge," Iida said, adjusting his glasses.
As the class prepared, Aizawa glanced at Izuku, who was standing quietly in line.
"Midoriya," Aizawa called, "you go first."
Izuku blinked in surprise but walked forward. Just as he reached the line, Aizawa added:
"I know you can fly. You are not allowed to use flight for this test. Only leg power."
Izuku gave a small smile and nodded.
"Understood, sensei. One question— how long is this field?"
Aizawa looked at him thoughtfully. "Roughly one kilometer. If you're worried about flying out of bounds, adjust accordingly."
The class gasped quietly at this exchange.
"Wait— he can FLY?! Kaminari blurted out.
"Was that in the quirk registry?" Yaoyorozu asked aloud.
"I knew it! He was the blur during the dash," Sero said.
The students from Izuku's testing area nodded knowingly — they'd already seen a glimpse of what he could do.
Uraraka smiled. "Midoriya-kun is full of surprises."
Izuku crouched down, placing his feet firmly behind the line.
"Hold back. Don't overdo it," he reminded himself again.
He tensed his legs, focused his strength, and then launched himself.
BOOM!
The ground beneath his feet cracked in a spiderweb pattern. Dust flew up in a cloud as the shockwave rippled out.
The class shielded their eyes.
"Is it another sonic boom?!" Mineta yelped, ducking behind Kaminari.
"No... but that jump! Look!" Jirou pointed skyward.
Izuku soared across the field in a graceful arc — not flying, but propelled entirely by raw leg power.
He landed nearly at the far end of the kilometer field, sliding to a stop with a small skid.
BEEP. The measurement device pinged the result.
"He... almost jumped the whole field," Momo whispered, wide-eyed.
"What is this guy?" Shoji said under his breath.
"Marry me!" Mineta shouted impulsively, earning a whack from Tsuyu.
Aizawa wrote the number down calmly but with a slight raise of an eyebrow.
"Good. Controlled strength this time," Aizawa thought. "But still more than anyone else here."
Izuku jogged back toward the group, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sorry about the dust cloud again," he said sheepishly.
Uraraka gave him a thumbs-up. "You're amazing, Midoriya-kun!"
"That's the kind of talent I expected from someone heading for U.A.," Iida said earnestly.
The other students returned to the line — now with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy.
"Well," Aizawa said flatly, "next student. Move it along."
Alot of the students used the quirks to get really far but the only one to get close to izuku record was the blond boy he sat be side in the entrance test Katsuki Bakugo
He used his quirk to call himself for when like he did in the 50m Dash but it looked like he need to put in more practice because actually got about halfway down the field his explosions started to die down and that we've been with me
The next test was Repeated Side Steps
Izuku placed second in this test. He lost to the small boy with purple ball on his head Minoru Mineta
Mineta was able to achieve this by racing two balls for the difference apart from the south that came from inside and jumping off of them
After that the next test was the ball throwing
The only person who didn't have to participate in this test was Bakugobecause he had already done it
Izuku went to the back of the line but aziawa saw him doing this and called him out to do it first but before he handed izuku the ball he told him and subsequently the class to stop holding back and to do his best
Izuku told him that he isn't holding back because he thinks he can do good by holding back but because he grows stronger every second he's in the sun and that sense he was a young child he's trained to hold back on his strength so that he didn't break everything he touched
A lot of the students used their quirks to get really far in the long jump, but only one came even close to Izuku's record — the blond boy he had sat beside during the entrance exam: Katsuki Bakugo.
Bakugo used his quirk to blast himself forward, much like he had during the 50m Dash. He rocketed into the air with a series of loud explosions, an intense grin on his face.
But about halfway down the field, his blasts started to sputter and lose force, and he fell short. Bakugo landed with a frustrated growl, punching the ground.
"Damn it! One more blast, I would've cleared the whole thing!"
The next test was Repeated Side Steps — a test of agility and stamina.
Izuku gave it his all, but this time he placed second.
To his surprise, the winner was none other than the small boy with purple balls on his head — Minoru Mineta.
Mineta had devised a clever trick. He placed two of his sticky balls slightly apart on the floor, then used them like a springboard, bouncing back and forth between them with incredible speed.
"Heh, being short has its advantages sometimes," Mineta smirked.
"Hmph," Izuku smiled slightly, impressed. "Clever use of his quirk."
After that, they moved to the softball throw.
The only student who didn't have to participate was Bakugo, since he had already done it
Izuku quietly made his way to the back of the line, trying not to draw too much attention.
But Aizawa noticed him.
"Midoriya," he called flatly. "Don't think you can hide at the back. You're up first."
The class turned to watch as Izuku walked forward. Aizawa held out a ball but didn't hand it over just yet.
"Listen up — this goes for all of you." Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "Stop holding back. This is your chance to show me what you can really do. I won't accept half-measures here."
There was a murmur in the crowd.
Izuku looked at Aizawa and spoke calmly:
"I'm not holding back because I think it'll make me look good, Sensei. I'm holding back because..." he glanced at the sun high above the field, "...I get stronger every second I'm exposed to sunlight. Since I was a child, I've trained myself to constantly restrain my strength... so I don't break everything I touch."
The class listened in stunned silence.
Aizawa stared at him for a long moment, then finally handed him the ball.
"Good. That's a smart mindset. But today, I need to see what happens when you let go — at least a little. You'll have to learn that control is as important as power. Prove to me you know where that line is."
Izuku nodded. "Understood."
"Sensei, can I use any of my abilities—as long as I don't leave this circle?"
Aizawa, arms crossed, gave a slow nod. "Yes. Just stay within the rules."
Izuku smiled. "Understood."
Then, to everyone's surprise, instead of preparing to throw, Izuku slowly began to float upward.
"He's flying?!" Uraraka gasped.
The class watched in awe as Izuku rose higher and higher into the sky, soon becoming a tiny speck against the brilliant blue.
"What's he doing up there?" Kaminari squinted.
"Maybe he's trying to avoid blowing us away again?" Sero guessed.
Down below, Aizawa checked his phone, watching the ball's tracking data stream in real-time. The numbers steadily climbed… and climbed… and climbed.
Suddenly—BOOM!
A distant sonic boom echoed from high above. The students flinched instinctively.
"Yup... he definitely wanted some distance for that one," Kirishima laughed nervously.
But the ball was still moving. The numbers kept ticking up on Aizawa's screen. The class gathered closer to peek over his shoulder.
20,000 km… 30,000 km… 35,000 km…
Finally, the number stopped: 40,075.017 km.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained calm.
Moments later, Izuku descended gracefully, landing back in the circle. He handed the ball back to Aizawa like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The entire class was slack-jawed.
Momo Yaoyorozu, eyes wide, finally asked the question on everyone's mind:
"Did you… just throw the ball around the entire planet?"
Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh… yeah. When I was about ten, I figured out I could do that. I used to play catch with myself… I'd throw it and catch it on the other side after flying around."
There was a beat of stunned silence.
"THAT'S INSANE!" Kaminari shouted.
"You're like a god or something!" Mina added, eyes sparkling.
"...Could you throw me around the world?" Mineta asked, eyes gleaming. "Think of the ride!"
Bakugo clenched his fists, grinding his teeth as sparks popped from his palms. "Tch. Damn nerd… showing off…"
Aizawa, though, remained composed. He jotted something in his notes, then looked up and said evenly:
"Impressive, Midoriya. But remember this—raw power isn't what makes a hero. Control, judgment, and responsibility matter even more. I expect you to show just as much restraint as strength."
Izuku bowed his head respectfully. "Yes, Sensei."
Aizawa gave a faint nod. "Good. Next student."
But even as the other tests continued, the class kept stealing glances at Izuku, the boy who had casually thrown a ball around the entire Earth.
When Uraraka stepped up to the circle, she took a deep breath and smiled nervously.
"Alright… here goes nothing," she whispered.
She gently tossed the ball upward with the lightest flick of her fingers.
At first, the class watched casually—expecting it to fall after a few seconds like most throws.
But then… it didn't.
It kept going. And going. And going.
"Uh… guys?" Kaminari blinked.
"...Is it coming back down?" Jirou asked.
Izuku squinted upward. His enhanced vision locked onto the ball as it continued its gentle ascent—through the clouds and beyond.
"I can still see it," Izuku murmured aloud, mostly to himself.
Aizawa's phone beeped. The tracker showed an infinity symbol next to Uraraka's result.
Without a word, Aizawa turned the screen toward the class.
∞
The class gasped in unison.
"SHE HIT INFINITY?!" Kaminari shouted.
"Is that even allowed?!" Mina laughed.
Aizawa simply blinked, barely hiding a smirk.
Izuku raised his hand politely. "Sensei, I can still see the ball. It's not too far outside Earth's orbit. Would you like me to go retrieve it later?"
Silence.
Then Sero broke in, eyes wide: "Wait—you can see it? And… outside Earth's orbit?!"
The class all turned to stare at Izuku.
Sero grinned. "Have you ever… y'know… been to space?"
Izuku shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I haven't gone to space yet. But I have been to the bottom of the ocean a few times. I can hold my breath for days if I need to."
Another wave of stunned silence washed over the students.
"What ARE you?" Mineta squeaked from the back.
"That's… crazy cool!" Kirishima said with a sharp-toothed grin.
"You're like an alien," Ashido giggled, half-joking.
Izuku simply smiled, not confirming or denying. "I just like helping where I can."
Aizawa scribbled more notes in his file, though his eyes lingered on Izuku thoughtfully.
"We'll discuss retrieval of the ball later. Let's move on."
But as the tests continued, more than a few students kept sneaking glances at Izuku, their curiosity piqued even further.
After the jaw-dropping results of the ball throw, the mood of the class had definitely shifted. Now, everyone was glancing at Izuku with wide eyes — some with curiosity, some with awe, and one very loud blonde with barely contained frustration.
"Tch. Damned alien freak…" Bakugo muttered under his breath, watching Izuku carefully.
But there wasn't time to dwell.
Aizawa called them back into line. "We still have tests to complete. Next up — seated toe touch. Flexibility is important for overall mobility and injury prevention. Line up."
The students began moving toward the mats.
"Ugh, flexibility," Kaminari groaned. "This is where I crash and burn."
"Finally, something I'm good at," Mina said, already doing a stretch that looked borderline impossible.
When Izuku's turn came, he sat down and reached forward—trying his best. But the moment his long arms and strong frame leaned into the stretch, it became obvious: he wasn't nearly as flexible as some of his classmates.
The measurement landed somewhere in the middle of the pack.
"Huh. So you're not perfect after all," Mineta said with a teasing grin, still bouncing with energy after his success in the side steps.
"I guess some muscles are made more for power than bendiness," Izuku replied with an easy smile, taking it in stride.
Aizawa simply marked it down with a neutral expression.
"No one excels at everything," he commented dryly to the class. "Remember that."
Aizawa explained that the goal was endurance over several laps of the large track field.
"Izuku Midoriya, you're not allowed to fly. Keep it on the ground."
"Understood," Izuku nodded.
As soon as the whistle blew, Izuku started running. His normal pace was already beyond what most could match, but he deliberately throttled himself down, remembering to make it look at least somewhat natural.
Still, within a few laps he'd passed nearly everyone except for Iida, who was giving it his absolute all with engines blazing.
By the end, Izuku and Iida finished side by side.
Iida looked at him, panting slightly. "Midoriya… incredible pacing. You must've trained a lot."
Izuku smiled. "Farm work helps. And, well… I enjoy running."
As they lay on the mats, pairs began counting each other's reps.
Izuku was paired with Kirishima, who grinned at him.
"Alright, Midoriya, let's see what you got!"
Izuku started strong — his core strength was excellent — but again, he paced himself. He didn't want to seem unnatural by rattling off thousands in seconds. He focused on steady, consistent motion.
By the time Aizawa called time, Izuku had placed in the top three — with Kirishima and Sato surprisingly strong competitors in this test.
Aizawa gathered the class once more, this time holding a remote. With a click, a digital scoreboard flickered to life behind him, displaying the overall rankings from the day's tests.
The class crowded forward to look.
"Yes! Number four!" Kirishima fist-pumped, beaming.
"Hmph. As expected," Bakugo sneered from his spot near the top.
"Oh… yatta!" Uraraka cheered, clapping her hands at her respectable ranking.
Then — a loud wail broke through the chatter.
"NOOOOO! I'm at the bottom!" Mineta collapsed to the ground in theatrical despair, tears streaming down his face. "I don't wanna be expelled! I just wanted to meet cute girls!"
The class sweatdropped in unison.
Izuku, meanwhile, studied the board — and frowned.
His name wasn't there.
He raised his hand. "Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa… why isn't my name on the board?"
The room went quiet, every head turning toward him.
Aizawa met Izuku's gaze, his tired eyes sharp beneath his goggles.
"Good question, Midoriya." He crossed his arms. "The purpose of today's evaluation was to measure your limits — so we know where you stand and what you need to improve."
The class listened intently.
"But you held back. On every test." Aizawa's tone wasn't accusatory — more… matter-of-fact. "I can't rank what I can't accurately assess."
Izuku shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "I… I wasn't trying to be dishonest. It's just… my strength grows the longer I'm exposed to the sun, and I've trained myself to hold back since I was a kid. I didn't want to damage the equipment or hurt anyone."
"I know." Aizawa's expression softened — just a fraction. "Which is why I'm giving you another opportunity."
The class leaned in.
"You volunteered to retrieve the ball Uraraka sent into orbit, yes?"
Izuku blinked, then nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Here's what we'll do. You'll go retrieve that ball — and we will time you. Full speed. No holding back."
There were murmurs from the students.
"Wait — he's really going to space?" Kaminari asked, eyes wide.
"He can do that?!" Mina gasped.
"He's not even wearing a space suit," Jirou pointed out.
"I won't be long," Izuku replied simply, giving Aizawa a respectful nod.
Aizawa held up his phone, starting a timer. "Your time starts… now."
BOOM.
A sharp sonic crack echoed through the field as Izuku launched straight upward, becoming a shrinking speck in the sky within seconds.
"Holy crap!" Sero whistled. "I've never even seen a plane move that fast."
"That's a whole different level," Iida muttered, adjusting his glasses, clearly impressed despite himself.
**"That damn nerd…" Bakugo growled, fists sparking faintly. "Thinkin' he's better than me…"
Aizawa didn't say anything, eyes calmly tracking the timer as the students watched the sky in awe.
As they sat there waiting aziawa told them that he lied and only told them that last place would get expelled so that they would give it there best
And a few seconds later the saw something descending fast and then it started to slow down and by the time it was close enough they saw izuku holding the ball
As they sat waiting, the class buzzing with whispers about Izuku's insane speed and strength, Aizawa glanced at his timer, then looked at his students.
"While we wait, I should tell you something." His voice cut through the chatter like a knife. Everyone fell silent.
"I lied."
The class blinked in confusion.
"About expelling the person in last place. It was a logical ruse — to ensure all of you would give it your best. Real heroes don't hold back when it matters." He paused. "If you can't push yourselves under pressure, you'll never survive the real world."
There were mixed reactions:
"I knew it!" Kaminari pumped a fist in the air.
"I was so worried for nothing!" Mineta wailed again, tears streaming. "I thought my time here was over before it even began!"
"Hmph. Tch. Figures." Bakugo clicked his tongue, annoyed.
"It makes sense," Iida said sternly. "A valuable lesson in motivation and mindset."
Just then — BOOM — a sonic crack echoed through the air, snapping everyone's gaze upward.
"Look!" Uraraka pointed to the sky.
A small dot was rapidly descending — getting larger with each passing second. As it drew closer, they could make out the familiar green track suit… and in Izuku's arms — the ball.
He was slowing his descent now, using controlled bursts of speed to avoid damaging the field or startling anyone again. A faint hum resonated in the air as he hovered gracefully for a moment — then gently touched down, the grass barely swaying beneath his feet.
"Holy crap…" Kaminari whispered. "That was like… watching a satellite re-entry!"
"He's like some kind of alien!" Mina gasped.
"That's what it looked like when All Might used to land after a jump!" Kirishima said excitedly.
Izuku casually walked over to Aizawa and held out the ball. "Here you go, sensei."
Aizawa took the ball, checking the timer. His brows lifted — an unspoken sign of surprise. The students leaned in.
"Time: two minutes, thirty-eight seconds. To orbit… and back."
The class collectively gawked.
"That's… faster than any space shuttle launch!" Momo said, wide-eyed.
Aizawa studied Izuku for a long moment before speaking.
"Midoriya. I'll say this: while your control needs work, the potential you showed today is more than impressive. Moving forward — stop hiding your abilities. Train them. Master them. Understand them." His voice was even, but there was a subtle tone of approval beneath the words.
Izuku nodded seriously. "Yes, sir. I will."
Uraraka jogged over, eyes sparkling. "Midoriya-kun, that was amazing! You really went all the way up there?"
Izuku rubbed the back of his head, a bit shy now. "Yeah. It wasn't too far out… just outside low Earth orbit. I could still see the ball pretty clearly."
"You've… never been to space, but you've been to the bottom of the ocean and can hold your breath for days?" Sero asked, half in awe, half in disbelief.
"Uh… yeah." Izuku gave a sheepish grin. "When I was younger, I used to test how deep I could go in the ocean for fun. Turns out my body can handle a lot more than I thought."
The class buzzed with excited chatter again, several students now seeing Izuku in a whole new light.
Aizawa called for order. "Enough gawking. You'll have plenty of time to get to know your classmates — and trust me, you'll all need to. Orientation is over. Classes begin tomorrow. Dismissed."
As the students began to disperse, several lingered near Izuku, eager to talk more.
After Aizawa dismissed them, Izuku took a deep breath, the excitement and adrenaline from the day still buzzing in his veins. He looked down at his track suit, scuffed from flying and jumping.
"Guess I should go get changed," he muttered to himself.
The school had provided temporary locker rooms for the students during orientation. Izuku made his way there, flying briefly down the hall just fast enough to avoid bumping into anyone.
Inside the locker room, a few of the boys were already chatting and getting changed — Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, and Iida were among them.
"Yo, Midoriya!" Kirishima called out as Izuku entered. "Man, that was insane what you did with the ball! You're seriously hardcore!"
Izuku gave a modest smile as he started changing into his school uniform. "Thanks… I didn't mean to show off too much. Sensei wanted to see my limits."
"Limits?!" Kaminari said, pulling on his shirt. "Dude, you practically sent that ball to space! You might not even have any!"
"Heh… maybe, but there's still a lot I need to work on. I'm not very flexible," Izuku admitted with a small laugh, remembering how he struggled during the toe-touch test.
Iida adjusted his glasses. "Midoriya-san, while I was initially surprised by your abilities, I must commend you — you handled yourself with discipline. You showed restraint, even when it was clear you could've dominated each test."
"Thanks, Iida. It's something my parents always taught me… if I didn't learn control, I could end up hurting people."
Sero leaned against a locker. "Man, you're like a mix between All Might and Superman or something. You really an alien?" he grinned playfully.
Izuku chuckled nervously. "No, just… someone who trains a lot under the sun."
The other boys laughed, not pushing the subject.
As Izuku finished buttoning up his uniform jacket, he glanced at the clock on the wall. His heart tightened. "Sorry guys, I gotta head out."
"You in a hurry?" Kirishima asked.
"Yeah, my dad's in the hospital. I need to check on him." Izuku's tone was soft, but the concern in his voice was clear.
The locker room fell quiet for a moment.
Iida stepped forward and bowed slightly. "I hope he recovers swiftly, Midoriya-san. If you require any assistance, do not hesitate to ask."
"Yeah, good luck, man," Sero added.
"All the best to your pops!" Kaminari grinned.
"Thanks, everyone. See you tomorrow!"
With that, Izuku zipped out of the locker room, breaking the sound barrier once again as he flew out of the city and toward the hospital where his father was recovering.
Izuku soared through the air, the familiar rush of wind against his face giving him comfort. As he neared the hospital, he slowed down, gliding carefully toward the rooftop landing pad, where only a few security personnel were present. He wasn't the only one with a unique form of transportation, and the sight of him flying in was becoming somewhat of a regular occurrence.
Izuku landed gently on the hospital roof, making sure to soften the impact with his landing. As he walked toward the elevator to take him to the floor where his father was recovering, his mind wandered back to the tests. He knew his performance had been impressive, but there was still a lot of room for growth. The hero course wasn't going to be easy, and even with his abilities, he had to prove he could handle whatever came his way.
The elevator doors opened, and Izuku stepped out, heading straight for his father's room. As he approached, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the door—his mother, Inko. She looked relieved when she saw him.
"Izuku, you're here," she said with a gentle smile. "Your father's awake, but still resting. You should go in."
Izuku nodded and opened the door slowly. Hisashi was lying in the bed, hooked up to a few machines, but his eyes were open, a faint smile on his face when he saw Izuku.
"You came," Hisashi said, his voice hoarse but warm.
Izuku walked over and sat at his father's bedside. "Of course, Dad. I promised I would. How are you feeling?"
Hisashi chuckled softly. "Better. Doctor says I'm out of the woods. Just need to take it easy for a while."
Izuku smiled, but there was still worry in his eyes. "I'm glad you're okay. I was really scared for a moment there…"
Hisashi's expression softened. "I know, kid. I'm sorry I worried you. You've been through a lot lately, huh? Starting at U.A., all those tests…"
Izuku nodded, his hands nervously folding in his lap. "Yeah… it was intense. But I got through it. I know I have a long way to go, though. There's a lot I still need to learn."
Hisashi's smile widened, and he reached over to place a hand on Izuku's. "You're stronger than you think, Izuku. But remember, strength isn't just about power. It's about what you do with it. You've always had a big heart, and that's the most important thing. Don't lose that."
Izuku's eyes brightened, a small sense of pride filling him. "Thanks, Dad. I'll keep that in mind."
Hisashi squeezed his hand gently. "You know, when I was your age, I was just like you—focused, determined. But I also had the tendency to overthink and doubt myself. Don't make that mistake. Trust in your instincts. You've got a good head on your shoulders. U.A. will teach you a lot, but don't forget to trust yourself and the lessons we've taught you here, at home."
Izuku sat back, absorbing his father's words. "I'll try. It's just… sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough, you know? Like everyone's so much further ahead…"
Hisashi chuckled softly again, this time with a knowing look. "That's normal, Izuku. You'll always feel that way in the beginning, but trust me—the moment you stop comparing yourself to others and just focus on your own growth, you'll be amazed at how far you can go. It's your journey. Don't rush it. Just keep moving forward, and you'll get there."
Izuku nodded, a new determination settling in his chest. "I understand, Dad. I'll take it one step at a time."
There was a moment of silence, then Hisashi cleared his throat. "By the way, I heard about your little 'test' at U.A. today. Flying around the world with the ball, huh? You didn't have to go that far to prove yourself, you know."
Izuku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, well… I didn't exactly hold back. I guess I didn't realize how far I could throw it. And when Aizawa told me to do my best…"
Hisashi laughed, his voice still a bit weak but full of pride. "You've always had a tendency to overdo things. Just don't break anything… or anyone. You're not in some superhero movie."
Izuku grinned, relieved to see his father in good spirits again. "I'll keep that in mind."
Hisashi leaned back, closing his eyes briefly. "Good. Now, I expect you to take care of yourself, too. U.A. is going to be a challenge, but you've got the heart to handle it. I believe in you."
Izuku's heart swelled with appreciation. "Thanks, Dad. I won't let you down."
Later, as Izuku prepared to leave the hospital to return home for the night., Hisashi gave him one last piece of advice.
"Remember, Izuku, it's okay to ask for help. You don't have to carry everything on your own. You've got friends now. You've got a whole school supporting you. Use that. Don't shut yourself off from the people who care about you."
Izuku's gaze softened. He understood. "I will, Dad. I promise."
Izuku left the room with a new sense of resolve, ready to take on whatever challenges U.A. had in store for him. With his father's words echoing in his mind, he couldn't help but feel a little lighter, as though the weight of everything wasn't quite as heavy anymore. He still had a long road ahead, but he wasn't walking it alone.