Fortune’s Favor

This guy is fucking with me. He has to be. What kind of teaching method has threats of expulsion attached to it?! 

"Expulsion?!"

"Isn't that a bit much?!"

"That's insane!" The reactions of my classmates followed the same shocked format, in disbelief of the ultimatum Aizawa presented to us. 

"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students. Welcome to U.A.'s hero course!" The mad man said, the smirk still on his face.

"But that's not fair! It's the first day of school! Even if it wasn't, this is too unfair!" Uraraka, whose name I'd learnt from the chatter between her and the other girls, complained. 

"Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. Japan is covered with unfairness. Heroes are the ones who reverse the situations. For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can give you one hardship after another. Go beyond. Plus Ultra." Aizawa said with a 'bring it on' gesture. 

His speech seemed to have the effect of motivating the class but I still felt it, his eyes boring into me with questions waiting to be answered. 

My eyes narrowed into a glare directed solely at him. 'Bring it on.'

Xx-Xx-Xx

The 50 meter dash was the first test to be done, with my score taken from my demonstration. The only person to come close to it was Iida with 3.04 seconds. 

His quirk gives him what appears to be exhaust pipes at the back of his legs, an effect due to his 'Engine' quirk. Despite his impressive quirk, this was still a win for me. 

The grip test came next, an underwhelming experience where I saw no way to apply my quirk at that moment. I could have pulled out my gloves and empowered them with a strength effect but that would bring further questions. I was left to face it with my own strength. 

"91.0kg" was the result from the machine. I could see Aizawa trying to analyze it but the matter is much simpler than he would think. Muscles grow by breaking down and building back up. Therefore, undergoing intense physical stress and healing the damage instantly with my ring would surely add some muscle to my frame. 

It was a part of my routine for the last month. Understandably, I didn't take the top spot. That was reserved for the multi-armed teen who scored a 540kg.

The standing long jump was next followed by the repeated side steps. It was almost disturbing watching the class midget get bounced between piles of the sticky ball like substance his head produces.

By now I'd noticed something. While I managed to stay in the upper range of the scoreboard, I'm not the only one who is performing at their best. The broccoli haired kid hasn't shown any impressive score in any of the tests and Aizawa was picking up on that. 

I doubt that U.A. allows nepotism or bribery so he must have something remarkable that allowed him to pass the entrance exam. What kind of quilt does he have? Is he saving it because it tires him out or it has some kind of side effect?

He's been mumbling worriedly for a while now; nervousness. That would mean that it's most likely the latter. Perhaps he can't control it. I'd picked up the word 'destroy' from his muttering a few times but that leaves a lot to imagination. 

The ball throw came next and the blond boy, whose name I learned was Bakugo, couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he shot the ball a far distance with his explosion quirk with a shout of 'die'. 

705.2 meters, impressive. In comparison, my score of 101.7 was much lower but considering the fact that this was pure physical strength on my part, I'm quite satisfied. 

That didn't alleviate Aizawa's laserlike focus on me. If anything, it seemed to make him focus even more. 

"What'd you do to piss him off?" A voice said, causing me to snap my head to face a purple haired girl with earphone jacks for ears as I rejoined the crowd. 

"What?" I asked. 

"You know what I'm talking about. He's been glaring at you for a while." She said, pointing out what I'd already known. 

"I'm as lost as you are about that. Maybe he just doesn't like me that much." I said, feigning ignorance. "You're…?" I asked in an attempt to steer the conversation. 

"Kyoka Jiro. Nice to meet you." She introduced. I'm not the best with social interactions, what with how my former classmates avoided me almost like a plague. 

"Asahi Kaneko, it's a pleasure." I returned the introduction which got a scoff from her. 

"Everyone in class knows after that display. I have to say you're not what I expected from the 'top scorer'" She was referring to my 50 meter dash result. 

"Sorry if I seem underwhelming. I tire out pretty quickly so I try not to use it too much." I lied with a smile. 

She gave an understanding nod. "Still 50 meters in one second is crazy. Even Iida couldn't beat that."

"Right?!" Another voice suddenly said, revealing the boy with the lightning bolt on his hair. "I'm Kaminari!"

His quirk, Electricity generation, is useful in a real combat situation but in this series of 'tests' I don't see any use for it.

"Asahi. Though, it wasn't that impressive." I said, zoning in to the sight of the broccoli kid getting chastised after EraserHead erased his quirk. 

The short but harsh conversation the man had with him revealed enough to confirm what I believed. The boy, Midoriya's, body isn't able to handle his quirk so he ends up badly damaged.

Quirks grow with the user, meaning that either his quirk grew too strong or his body was too weak. It could be a mix of both. Whatever it was, it didn't stop him from taking a throwing stance. 

With how abysmal his performance has been so far, he needed to at least pull something off to avoid getting expelled by our lunatic teacher. 

As he pulled his arm back and threw the ball with a sudden powerful force, part of the shockwave blew my mind away. Then I noticed something, one finger. 

One finger is all he used to propel the softball with such power, sending it just a tiny bit farther than Bakugo's. That sent the violent blond into a rage but that wasn't my focus. 

Midoriya isn't used to using his quirk. No matter how I think of it, it doesn't make sense. There's another option, that the quirk is incompatible with his body. That could only happen if the quirk…didn't originally belong to him. 

Suddenly, the green haired bundle of nerves had my full attention.