MHA: Multiverse Power Roulette

A/N: Just want to say to make this clear: Sero doesn't exist in this Fic. Reason being, I'd have to jump through hoops just to fix arcs etc and that's jarring. Did that sort of thing for Naruto: I Copy Skills and it only gave me headaches. Anyway we've reached 300 Powerstones, so might aswell aim for 350 before Sunday. Tbh I think we can hit 400 though. New Goal: 400 Powerstones by Sunday.

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Shiro sat cross-legged on his bed, the envelope from UA now tucked neatly on his desk. The glow of the holographic All Might projection still seemed to linger in his mind, but he wasn't smiling anymore. Instead, he stared at his phone, lost in thought. The vibrating buzz of an incoming call jolted him back to reality.

He blinked, pulling the phone from his pocket. The screen lit up with a familiar name. 'Uraraka?' Shiro thought. Swiping to answer, he placed the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Shiro! How did it go?!" Uraraka's voice burst through the speaker, brimming with nervous energy. "Did you pass? I've been so worried since the results started coming in!"

Shiro couldn't help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I passed," he said, leaning back against his bed's headboard.

"You did?!" she nearly screamed, her voice crackling with excitement. "That's amazing, Shiro! I'm so happy for you!"

He smiled faintly, her infectious energy tugging at his usually stoic demeanor. "What about you?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. "How'd you do?"

"I passed too!" Uraraka exclaimed, her voice filled with pure relief and joy. "I can't believe it… I'm actually going to UA!"

Sitting up straighter, Shiro allowed his smile to grow. "That's great, Uraraka."

There was a brief pause, the excitement on the line giving way to something quieter. He heard her sniffle before her voice returned, softer and trembling. "I'm sorry, Shiro, I—" She broke off, her breath hitching as she began crying softly. "It's just… I'm one step closer to helping my family. My parents… they've sacrificed so much for me, and I've felt so useless. But now—now I can finally do something for them!"

Shiro's chest tightened at her words. The emotion in her voice was raw, painfully familiar. Memories of his own struggles flashed through his mind—years spent carrying burdens far too heavy for someone his age. The desperation, the guilt, the relentless drive to do more. He clenched his free hand, forcing the feelings back.

"Uraraka," he said gently, his voice steady. "You've already done great. Passing the exam, getting into UA—that's no small feat. You should be proud of yourself."

"Thank you, Shiro," she said through her sniffles. "It means so much coming from you."

'Really? I'm just saying cliché lines I've heard in shows..' Shiro thought. Clearing his voice, he continued "And you'll help your family in ways you can't even imagine yet. Just keep moving forward, one step at a time."

Her sobs quieted, and after a moment, she let out a deep breath. "You're right. Thank you. Really."

"Anytime," Shiro replied, his tone softening. "Now, no more tears, alright? We've got a lot to look forward to."

Uraraka laughed weakly, the sound tinged with her usual cheer. "Okay. You're right. No more tears! We're going to UA, and we're going to crush it!"

"That's the spirit," Shiro said, smirking. "I'll see you on the first day."

"Yeah, see you then," she replied warmly. "Thanks again, Shiro. For everything."

"No problem," he said before the call ending the call.

As the screen went dark, Shiro stared at it for a moment, his expression contemplative. He hadn't expected to form such a close bond with Uraraka. She was bright and optimistic, a stark contrast to his more calculating nature, but there was something genuine about her that drew him in.

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Months passed, and the first day of high school arrived. Shiro stood outside the massive gates of UA High School, now wearing the neatly pressed UA uniform. Beside him, Uraraka bounced on her toes, her excitement radiating.

Shiro glanced at the towering gates, nostalgia washing over him. 'We're here again, but this time as students,' he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Can you believe it? We actually made it!" Uraraka exclaimed, practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

"Yeah," Shiro replied simply, though he couldn't deny the small twinge of excitement growing within him. Together, they stepped through the gates and into the building.

Inside, signs had been placed strategically to guide the new students through the sprawling campus. Shiro's sharp eyes scanned the layout quickly, his prior knowledge of the school from manga and anime aligning with the actual structure. It didn't take long for them to find their destination.

Standing outside the door labeled "Class 1-A", they paused. Uraraka peeked around the doorway, her gaze sweeping the room until it landed on a familiar face. Her voice rose in recognition. "That curly hair… That's the plain-looking boy!" she said loudly, pointing directly at Midoriya.

Startled by the sudden attention, Midoriya spun around, his eyes wide. "Oh- uh it's you—Thanks for speaking on my behalf!" he stammered, his face turning red as he gestured nervously.

Shiro leaned casually against the doorframe, observing the interaction. 'Typical Midoriya, no composure around the ladies,' he thought, his expression neutral but his mind entertained.

'I would enter,' Shiro mused silently, 'but Aizawa should be appearing any moment now. There's no point in sitting down when we'll just be told to leave the classroom.'

Almost on cue, a yellow sleeping bag rolled into view, and Aizawa emerged, looking as disheveled as ever. His gaze locked onto Shiro, his expression deadpan. "Are you not even going to make an attempt to enter?" Aizawa asked dryly.

Scratching the back of his head, Shiro stood straight. "My bad," he said, stepping into the classroom. Aizawa rolled over to face Uraraka and Midoriya, who were still chatting.

"If you're here to socialize, then get out," Aizawa said bluntly, sucking on an energy drink pouch. "This is the hero course."

The room fell silent as Aizawa wriggled out of his sleeping bag. He reached into it and pulled out gym clothes, holding them up for the students to see. "Put these on and head to the training grounds," he instructed. Then, turning back to Shiro, he pointed directly at him. "You. I have a few questions, so stay here."

Shiro nodded, watching as the rest of the class hesitantly grabbed their gym clothes and shuffled toward the changing rooms. Before leaving, Uraraka gave Shiro a quick, determined nod, her confidence bolstering his own.

Once the classroom emptied, Aizawa folded his arms, his sharp eyes fixed on Shiro. "Alright," he began, his tone measured. "You're listed as quirkless in your registration and didn't use any obvious quirks during the exam. My question is: are you truly quirkless?"

Shiro met Aizawa's gaze evenly, his mind racing. 'He's suspicious of the combat abilities I displayed. I had no other choice—the robots were tough, and I had to go all out.'

Taking a steady breath, Shiro replied, "I do have a quirk, but I didn't use it during the exam."

'Hoh?' Aizawa thought, a small grin creeping onto his face. "And why not?"

"Because I wanted to test myself," Shiro answered simply.

'Arrogance or confidence? I want to find out,' Aizawa mused, his grin fading. His expression hardened as he leaned in slightly. "If you don't use your quirk in this activity, you'll be expelled."

Pointing back at the only pair of gym clothes left on the table, Aizawa turned and walked out of the classroom. "Be quick," he said without looking back.

Walking over to the clothes, Shiro flipped the shirt inside out and noticed his name stitched neatly on the tag. Sighing, he thought, 'They'll be in for a shock when they see my power…'

Grabbing the clothes, Shiro headed to the boy's changing room.

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Reminder: There will be a Double Release on Monday, also New Goal: 400 Powerstones. Patre0n coming out tomorrow hopefully. My title for this chapter rhymes btw lol (unintentional)