To say that Izuku was nervous would be an understatement. Today would be his first day in high school. Not just any high school, the school of his dreams.

UA was the best school in the country and had the best heroics program. If someone came to him a few months ago and told him that he would, not only get in but also earn the highest score on the entrance exam. He would probably think they were crazy.

He got up that morning, having spent another restless night, anxiety pooling in his guts in anticipation of the fateful day. He quickly got dressed in his new uniform, giving up on trying to wear his tie properly, he almost decided to go without it. Alas, that would be a mistake since it was his first day, therefore he needed to make a good impression on his teachers and classmates. he concluded that a crooked tie would have to do.

He took one last look in the mirror; his curly hair was as untamable as usual. Satisfied with his appearance he quickly made his way downstairs and ran outside before his mother wakes up. He needed to avoid that confrontation for as long as possible. Going to his first day of school with a black eye would probably make people suspicious. Let alone going to a school filled with heroes. His mother must have realized that. She has avoided him for the past few days. Izuku was not complaining.

He arrived at UA roughly five minutes before the first bell, the walk there was slightly longer then he had anticipated. He stood before the massive door of class 1-A, preparing himself mentally for what he was about to face. He vaguely wondered if Kacchan would be in his class again this year, he really hoped not. He needed his high school years to be different from what he had endured for most of his life. He was going to be a hero, he wouldn't let Kacchan walk all over him anymore. He gathered all the resolve he could muster and with renowned determination, he slid the door open and crossed the threshold.

"Put your feet on the ground this instant! How disrespectful can you be, treating the property of this prestigious school like trash on your first day?!" A voice that rang with authority slammed into Izuku the moment he opened the door, and he paled at the sight of the tall boy from the exam attempting to lecture a smug looking Kacchan.

"Hey, I'm only giving it what it deserves; must be a trash school after all, if they let screaming idiots like you apply." Kacchan pointedly scuffed the heel of his shoe across the top of the desk, his grin toothy and intimidating.

The boy in front of him sighed "...I believe we've gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Tenya Iida. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He stiffly extended a hand, only to have Bakugou bark out a laugh.

"Can't even stick to your guns? Katsuki Bakugou-it'll be a pleasure to wipe the floor with your shitty face." Bakugou leaned his chair back on two legs, gaze wandering elsewhere as if Iida wasn't even worth paying attention to anymore.

Iida recoiled in shock, an exaggerated motion that seemed entirely genuine if the clear bewilderment on his face was any indication. "A-A threat?! We're supposed to be classmates, you can't just-!"

Bakugou's gaze wandered around, flickering over to the door only to lock eyes with a quivering Izuku. Furious red eyes narrowed into slits, but he had no chance to speak up before Iida followed the turn of his head.

"Ah, it's you!" Tenya's loud voice was enough to have every in the room turn in Izuku's direction, his social invisibility ripped to shreds in an instant. He raised a hand in greeting. "Hello, my name is Tenya-"

"I-I um, I heard," Izuku interrupted, waving his hands in a placating manner to halt Iida's intimidating march in his direction, as well as whatever extensive introduction that may or may not have followed it. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's... r-really nice to meet you!" He stared cautiously at the silvery sheen of Iida's glasses, rendering his gaze unreadable. before the dark-haired boy nodded respectfully towards him.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Midoriya. I'm pleased to have another chance to speak with you, after the exam. I must apologize for my behavior towards you-your selfless actions that day proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I had deeply misjudged you." Iida bowed a perfect ninety-degree angle.

"Hey, it's you! from the entrance exam! " A bright, bubbly voice exclaimed from directly behind him, Midoriya's heart picking up its pace at having been sneaked up on. He jolted around to spy the same round, rosy face of the girl he'd saved "You're the boy that helped me! I wanted to thank you for saving me that day! You looked so cool when you destroyed those robots! You were all like whoosh! and paw! Then you destroyed that zero pointer! " Her every word being emphasized by exaggerated and excited hand gestures.

Izuku opened his mouths to respond but was abruptly cut off by a gruff voice coming from the doorway. Effectively startling the three teens with his sudden appearance. They were an adult so Izuku figured they must be the teacher. The guy looked like he needed 12 more coffees and was dragging a big yellow sleeping bag behind him.
"If you're here to make friends and have fun then you should look elsewhere, this is the hero course. You better take it seriously or leave." He stated bluntly. Walking towards the podium at the front of the class.

"I'm Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher. I'd take roll but all the seats are filled so I'm going to assume everyone is here. Now put on these and head outside." His teacher had long black hair that reached his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck, covering most of his face and shoulders. It seemed to be made of some weird material, izuku thought it looked familiar but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

Aizawa produced a bunch of gym uniforms from his sleeping bag. Everyone got their gym uniforms and headed towards the changing rooms. Izuku waited back looking at his uniform unhappily. He wanted to ask Aizawa a question but he wasn't sure if that was allowed.

Aizawa looked at this year's new batch of students, he hoped that this year he wouldn't have to expel the whole class again. He sighed, making his way towards the door. His attention was drawn to one of his new students. The only one left in class. What was he waiting for? He studied the student, he vaguely remembered him, it was the reckless kid from the entrance exam, Izuku Midoriya. Powerful quirk and a self-sacrificing hero complex. He would have to keep an eye on that one. The boy looked conflicted about something.

"Is something wrong Midoriya?" His usually stoic and neutral expression softening a bit. The kid looked anxious enough without him adding to the mix.

"Ah Aizawa-sensei, it's just- my uniform... I kind of asked for long sleeves. I guess they forgot." The boy replied, voice small and tone wavering as if he thought he would be reprimanded or scolded for asking for something.

"Oh, I think there are some in the boy's locker room, you should be able to find some in locker 23, it's usually stocked so that students can wear them in winter. I guess you could take one now." He handed the kid his keychain "May I ask why?" He eyed the boy suspiciously. In this heat, nobody would willingly wear long sleeves. It would mean that either Midoriya had some kind of quirk that made his body's temperature regulation unstable. Which Aizawa knew was very unlikely, since he was sure the boy's quirk was some kind of strengths augmentation type. Or that the kid was hiding something. He would find out either way.

"Well, it's rather complicated to- to explain" Izuku stuttered, twirling his fingers in some kind of a nervous habit. his eyes pleading the older man to drop the subject. Aizawa decided he would get his answer later. This kid's behavior was raising some flags in the teacher's mind.

After thanking his teacher, Izuku quickly made his way towards the locker room. He grabbed the first longed-sleeved uniform he found and hastily got dressed. He didn't want any of his new classmates noticing the countless scars that adorned his body.

Once done he ran outside to meet the others at the training ground. When he arrived, they were all waiting for him, gathered in front of their homeroom teacher.
Few students shot him questioning looks about his uniform. He tried his best to avoid making eye contact with any of them.

"Now that you are all here, we can finally get started." The man announced, his voice devoid of any emotion or intonation. "Today we will be having a quirk assessment test, this test will help determine where you're at in terms of control and ability. You will be doing various tests, ranging from a 50 meters dash, sidesteps, push-ups to many other physical tests. You will be permitted the use of your quirk in all of them and in whatever way you'd like as long as you don't interfere with your classmate's performance." Their homeroom teacher informed, gaze wondering over each student until his eyes narrowed on a particular green haired boy. "Midoriya, you scored the highest on the entrance exam, do you remember your results in PE at the ball throw at your previous school?"

"I - I think it was 45 meters, "Izuku answered with uncertainty, face heating up at the sudden attention and whispers that irrupted from his classmates after hearing about his ranking at the entrance exam.

"At your previous schools, quirk usage wasn't allowed in these tests in order to give students an equal chance at succeeding. But you're in the hero course now. Our goal is to hone your abilities and improve your control over your powers. Midoriya take this" He handed Izuku a ball, it was a normal throwing ball but the only difference was the small black dot attached to it, it was made to measure the distance the ball would make.

"Step into the circle and throw it as far away as you can, you can use your quirk in whatever way you see fit." He urged the boy to step forward.

Izuku shyly made his way towards the center of the circle that was drawn on the ground. He stepped into it and readied his stance. This was his chance to show his peers and his teacher his potential. He wouldn't miss it.

He activated One for all, feeling the energy flowing through his whole body. The familiar feeling of power coursing through him never failed to make him feel over the moon. Reminding him of how far he'd come. However, he couldn't let it get to him. After all, he still had a long way to go.

He retracted his hand and threw the ball as hard as he could within his 5% limited control. he watched in awe as the ball promptly flew into the stratosphere, creating a shockwave in its wake.

Complete silence followed his actions. Only broken once Aizawa held the measuring device for everyone to see. 1250 meters. Impressed gasped and whispers were exchanged by the students. Until they were all cut off by a flurry of explosions.

Izuku froze. Limbs locking up and heart rate increasing. Of course, this would happen. How could he forget? Kacchan was here too. He probably thought Izuku was hiding his quirk the whole time.

"DEKU! WHAT THE HELL YOU SHITTY NERD! WHAT WAS THAT!" Izuku couldn't stop himself from flinching at the harsh tone directed at him. He could hear the angry steps his ex-best friend was making as he stomped his way towards him. Fury and rage burning in his scorching red eyes. Izuku closed his eyes in anticipation of the burns to come but was met with utter silence instead. He hesitantly opened his eyes, coming face to face with a tied up Kacchan. Aizawa sensei's scarf- capture weapon, he corrected himself- effectively restraining the volatile teen. His teacher's hair was floating upwards, his eyes glowing red as he glared at the angry blond.

Izuku couldn't help but freak out about the sudden realization that hit him. Capture weapon and glowing red eyes. his homeroom teacher was the underground pro hero Eraserhead. His quirk: erasure, had the ability to erase his opponents quirk temporarily as long as he maintained unblinking eye contact. He was known for his extremely impressive fighting style and his unique control over his capture weapon. Although underground heroes weren't known to the public, Izuku had done enough research to know a lot about his homeroom teacher. Aizawa having a none offensive quirk essentially fought quirkless. That made the boy's interest in him spike and his respect for the hero rise.

"Hey kid, that's pretty impressive considering obtaining any information at all about me is nearly impossible but now isn't the time" Izuku immediately closed his mouth shut, only now realizing that he was muttering out loud. He could feel his face heating up in embarrassment.

"I'm going to release my quirk now. Stop making me use it, I get dry eye." He waited for the blond to nod before he released him. "one more miss-step out of you and you're going to the principal's office Bakugou" The hero warned before walking away towards the group of gathered students. "as I was saying, this is your opportunity to rise towards your true potential. Either rise to the challenge or be expelled. In fact, the student ranking last will be expelled."

Afterward, the test went by in a similar fashion. Izuku coming either second or third in most of the tests, his control over One for all, giving him a boost over most of the physical test. He also tried to ignore the way Kacchan was glaring daggers at him the whole time.

He was fairly proud of his results. His classmates only surpassing him in test particularly well suited for their quirks. lida owned the 50 meters dash with his quirk. he had engines on his leg that gave him super speed. he was only bested by Yaoyorozu. A dark-haired girl. One of the students that got in on a recommendation. Her quirk, creation, was the ability to create anything she wanted as long as she knew the chemical composition to the object. Let's just say the super motorcycle she created for this particular test was pretty fast.

Of course, other student's abilities got to shine in other tests. The gravity girl from the exam made the ball float into space. Promptly making the measuring device announce in bold writing the word INFINITY on the screen.

All of his classmates had very impressive quirks. making him itch to have his notebook. He wanted to write all the information he managed to gather on their quirks. His analyses hobby never really came to a stop. Despite his mother's effort, Izuku was always and would always be a hero nerd at heart.
Soon enough the quirk assessment test was over. They stood in front of a digital board, preparing for Aizawa to display their results. To his surprise, Izuku was ranked third, one rank higher than Kacchan.

To say that the blond was fuming would be an understatement. His features were twisted into a deep scowl, he was glaring at the ground, knuckles white and clenched into a fist at his side. The recommendation students, Yaoyorozu Momo coming second and Todoroki Shouto, son of the number two hero Endeavor coming first.
Todoroki was relatively tall for his age. He has longish hair, evenly split between white on his right-side and crimson on his left, visibly reflecting his Quirk. Half-cold half-hot. He could produce ice from his right side and fire from his left. Oddly enough he only used his ice in the assessment test. Nonetheless Making it in the first place.
He has a burn scar over his left eye, Izuku couldn't help but wonder how he got it.

Luckily for the purple haired short kid. Mineta Minoru, he thinks was his name. Aizawa wasn't serious about expelling the student who ranked last.

After that particular dramatic revelation, the students were dismissed, everyone making their way towards the changing room to change back into their uniforms and meet up back in class. Izuku changed in one of the bathroom stalls. Not wanting his scars to be on display. After that, He quickly made his way back to class. he was walking through the halls when the use of his 'nickname' made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Hey, Deku!" Izuku froze, thought process spinning as a kind, bubbly voice uttered the poisonous nickname meant only to torment him. He jerked around to see look at the gravity girl from the exam. He remained frozen until the kind girl bounced up to him, her smile sunny and oblivious. "you were awesome back there!"

"W-what-why were you... w-waiting for me?" Izuku's gaze darted back and forth, and he couldn't imagine such a sweet girl had planned to corner him but the possibility was still there, maybe she -

"I wanted to talk to you! I'm totally sorry, I realized I haven't even introduced myself yet! I'm Ochako Uraraka! And you're... Deku Midoriya, right?" her smile was blinding. Confusing him with the use of his horrible nickname.

"I-It's... Izuku, actually. Deku is Kacchan's nickname for me. It's what he calls me to make fun of me." He winced the moment the words left him, so sour and glum and mood-killing-

Uraraka's eyes widened in shock, guilt splitting across her face. "Oh my gosh I'm sorry, I had no idea! I just heard it because Bakugou was yelling about you when the assessment ended. That's a shame; it's a really cute nickname! It has a 'you can do it' vibe "

"I never tough about it that way" he murmured, most of his focus taken up by trying to figure out how the heck he was supposed to talk to someone that didn't want to make fun of him and wasn't an authority figure. "we should probably go, we'll be late for class if we d-don't hurry."

"Yeah, you're probably right about that!" Uraraka agreed easily and turned to bounce back towards 1-A "we can meet up at lunch if you want, I talked to Iida and he's all for it too!"

"Oh uh, sure." the thought of not only having people willing to speak with him but welcoming him to sit with them, made his heart clench. He couldn't even remember eating a meal with someone that actually wanted him there, "I-I'm-that's really nice of you, thank you."

Uraraka beamed at him. "C'mon, let's go! I can't wait to meet the rest of our teachers!" She took his hand with soft, gentle fingers and tugged him along.
Maybe Izuku could finally have real friends. For once it didn't seem as impossible.