The results of the exam were off-kilter for previous years. Katsuki Bakugou had 77 Villain Points, and no Rescue Points, while Izuku Midoriya had 0 Villain Points, but the most odd was the most worrisome, a student with no past, no memories, and yet, tied for first place. Naoki Kirahara. As far as Villain Points, 39, and had 38 Rescue Points. He seemed to mainly target the 1-pointers, occasionally hitting a few twos and threes along the way.

"It's a little low, considering what he'd done, don't you think?" A feminine voice asked.

"I think some of the judges were concerned by how he'd done it... He tore himself apart, worse than the number 8, and also, didn't even seem to know he was shielding the other students, but atop that, at the end, how he'd ripped the shrapnel out of himself like it was nothing, that was a little disconcerting."

"Reckless, even if he could heal himself."

"But, that also brings up another point. He seemed to use two entirely different Quirks, so I imagine the shock of that was what did it..."

There were other mutters, some about Bakugou, some about Midoriya. But, the raven-haired teacher of Class 1-A had little to say, a short, single deep-voiced hum being all, as he narrowed his eyes.

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The night after the letters were sent out, Izuku, All Might and Naoki met up at the beach.

Toshinori told them he had nothing to do with their acceptance, he wasn't a judge, and pulled no strings.

Naoki watched Izuku and Toshinori talk things out. Toshinori explained things about One For All, shifting to All Might, to display it, and attracting attention, leading the three to run.

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Naoki waited for Izuku outside the green's house, shouting a greeting to Inko as well, catching a glimpse of her as Izuku shut the front door. Naoki would going along with him to school. They both jogged to their assigned class. Class 1-A.

Naoki laughed at Izuku's muttering as they reached the door, Naoki also shocked at the size of the door, but enjoying Izuku's hype.

"Maybe everyone in here is nice-" Izuku slid the door open, only to be proven wrong. Glasses from the exam was lecturing Bakugou to remove his feet from the desk. Bakugou pulled a threat, and the violet was offended.

But all eyes went to the two incoming students.

"It's them..."

"Uh-Hi!" Izuku began, while Naoki uttered a small greeting of "Hey..."

"Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida from the-" The violet began marching over to the two of them.

"Yeah, I know... Ah- I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you." Izuku interrupted, Naoki realising the violet's attention would be focused on Izuku, and preferring to avoid the unnecessary attention, and, hopefully, for the time being, Bakugou's wrath. He had found out he and the agro-blonde had tied for first place at the exam, and that, he feared, was grounds for the blonde to toast him like a marshmallow dropped in a campfire.

"Izumi, I'm going to go in and sit." Naoki muttered to the green as he went into the room. He found more eyes on him than he felt comfortable with, Bakugou's back and forth between him and Izuku. His seat was along the back row, and one inward from the row Izuku and Katsuki were in.

Soon, the bouncy girl from the exam popped in behind Izuku, Naoki smiling, a small chuckle at the flustered green's reaction. He wondered what just had happened in Izuku's exam, since so many seemed to already be aware of it. Though, he didn't recognise anyone from his own battle arena, which made him less nervous, but more anxious.

I wonder if the aqua-haired girl has recovered well... If she's alright after that... Naoki thought before his mind trailed away again.

He thought back to the confrontation between Izuku and Bakugou after their teacher from Aldera called them all out for getting into U.A., and he watched Bakugou stare down Izuku at present time. He was worried Bakugou might do something, but his eyes soon latched onto Naoki's uncovered red one.

"Still wearing the stupid eyepatch, you Freak?" He yelled to Naoki.

"I am, for now. So, I guess you figured out what it hides, then, Katsu-san?"

"The hell did you just call me!? I'll blow it up first chance I get!"

"Go ahead. Save me the trouble of having to throw it away. So, we tied. How does that feel to your ego? I didn't lie when I introduced myself in class last year. I don't have a Quirk. Not my problem you lacked the intelligence to catch on..." Naoki teased, knowing he was distracting the blonde from Izuku, and also other's eyes as well.

"Wasn't he the one who tied for first with that blonde there, Bakugou, I think it was?" A classmate with odd looking sleeves, especially around his elbows.

"Woah... You're kidding... So then... What is his Quirk?" A gold-blonde with a black bolt in his hair asked.

"I wonder why he wears that eyepatch..." A female student with pink monochrome-hair, skin, little antennae.

"Wait... He was wearing a ton of bandages at the exam... Wasn't he?" A spiky-red haired male recalled aloud.

Naoki was really not handling the excess attention as well as he knew he could. But, to his relief...?

A deep, tired voice meandered from the corner of the room. "If you're just here to make friends, than you can pack up your stuff now." Naoki looked around, eyes landing on... A... Yellow caterpillar with a human face...? He was hard-pressed not to laugh. "Welcome to U.A.'s Hero Course. It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that." He fully emerged from his cocoon, "Hello. I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher." The classroom blanched as he dug into his sleeping bag, pulling out another uniform, after sneaking a glance to Naoki, swiftly and subtly. "Right. Let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

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"WHAT? A QUIRK ASSESSMENT TEST?" The class asked in confusion.

Naoki listened to the address given by the teacher, not exactly keeping eye contact, more staring anywhere not near other people, his left hand at his neck, his right picking at the gym uniform's hem, glad his 'undershirt' kept his arms hidden.

"Bakugou, Naoki. You both tied, getting the most points in the Entrance Exam. What is the farthest you threw a softball in Juniour High?"

Bakugou answered first. "67 Meters, I think." He eyed Naoki.

"Heh... Only 13..." Naoki rubbed his neck with his right hand, making Izuku realise he was actually lying. He didn't know how far he could throw, since he'd been injured most of the year, and had rarely done Physical Education class to avoid further injuring himself.

The class laughed, Bakugou narrowing his eyes. "Right, both of you try doing it with your Quirks. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Bakugou, you go first. Go on, you're wasting our time."

"Alright. You asked for it." He threw it, an accompanying explosion ringing as Aizawa turned back to the class to speak.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a Pro Hero." He held up the distance counter.

705.2 meters. The class sputtered their shock, making the teacher give his other warning, Naoki's requested throw put aside for the time being.

They'd be doing 8 physical tests, and the one in last place was to be immediately expelled. There were complaints, and Aizawa gave his response. This was his class, and he'd run it how he saw fit.

The first test was a 50-meter dash. Even using Ricochet to launch himself, he was taking it slow. He hated standing out so much at first go.

Bakugou muttered something, setting Naoki off. "My Quirk has more uses than anyone's at this school."

"Probably not, Katsu-san... But, keep thinking that." He whispered to himself, he was pitted against a student, who was silent and aloof, so, Naoki didn't really look at them or register who it was... But, Naoki was sure he'd been heard- both by the student, and Aizawa. Naoki's thoughts were confirmed when Aizawa narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking about a few things, but what- Naoki couldn't guess or assume.

Tenya took the top spot. Naoki making it just a few milliseconds slower, 3.04 seconds was Tenya's, Naoki at 3.07. Aizawa watched him, eyes narrowed, seeing Naoki botch his speed.

Next was the grip strength test, and to no surprise, Naoki failed that worse than Izuku, so much so that his grip didn't even register- which made the others laugh, ensuing taunting and mocking that made Naoki embarrassed. But, Naoki knew his hands had been shot from the day he'd woken up. It made it easier to draw, since he couldn't accidentally press too hard, but grip was never something he could do well since his awakening, if at all.

On the long jump, he simply jumped, almost no apparent power to it. When he landed, on the other side, it was light as a feather. No need to overexert his Quirk.

At the repeated side steps, he struggled again, even using Ricochet, he wasn't too fast, but also was constantly switching the two Vectors he had between one side and the other. One was a barrier to not cross, the second was to shield himself from smashing into the barrier and harming himself. Not more work or time than a thought, but still enough to slow him down. The grape-haired midget took first.

Then came the ball throw. Out of stubbournness, Naoki was determined to outdo Bakugou just to prove a point, since the blonde still kept sneering at Izuku, and staring at him in disbelief and anger, or sending glares and aggression toward Naoki.

So, with his turn, he took a deep breath, holding the ball on his fingertips, letting it float up just barely, and tapping it lightly with his index finger, sending it flying at a 65 degree angle, with a few shockwaves in its wake. Aizawa was eyeing him again, and Bakugou had a growl on his face.

Naoki turned and smirked, turning to a smile when his right hand went for his neck as Aizawa clicked the button, "I stopped it before it got too far away to control or bring back. It'll be back... Now." The ball flew back at the same speed it had left, but then halted and dropped gently into Naoki's awaiting palm. He offered it to Aizawa, who still eyed him wearily. He showed the counter to the class, 705.3 meters.

"Midoriya." He tossed the ball to Izuku, and Naoki pat his shoulder as he passed the green, "You've got this, Izumi."

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." Tenya insinuated.

"Heh!? Of course he is! He's a Quirkless loser!" Bakugou argued.

"He has a Quirk! Did you not hear what he did in the Entrance Exam?" Tenya spouted back.

Izuku only made it 4 meters. The teacher had erased Izuku's Quirk, revealing his identity as Eraser Head. He came down harshly on Izuku, making Naoki ball his fist, freezing when the teacher turned to him. "And you. Your Quirk isn't much better, but at least you can control it and help yourself when you decide to be recklessly idiotic with it.

On that note... Stop intentionally botching your abilities. What you've shown me today is nothing like what you did effortlessly at the Entrance Exams. You want to prove yourself, so quit inhibiting your own success. No one else here has the luxury to relax and take it easy, yet here you are, not giving it your all on purpose. Take this seriously, or go home. Well? Any thing to say, Kirahara?"

"That's not my last name, sir. Since you seem to know all about me, you ought to know that. Other than that, Aizawa-Sensei, to be fair, I didn't botch all of those. The grip test, for example... With the way my hands have been for all my life I know of, I can barely grip at all. Makes delicate work easy, but tougher things dangerous. Even with that small amount of force, I could tell I'd cracked at least three hand bones. As for the side-steps, the same goes. I highly doubt I could have improved that one without breaking my body in the process. As I am sure Izumi and Katsu-san can attest, at least in some aspect, my body can withstand a lot, but has also been through the proverbial ringer, and, frankly, the literal one as well, I imagine."

He quieted at his last statement before returning to normal volume. "I've been doing my best not to damage it beyond my capability to mend more than in emergencies. So, I won't. And, if you really want to be fair, and truly test my capabilities, you'd have to actually test all of my Quirks, not just my primarily used one. And, that isn't in the interest of progressing this along in a timely manner, is it?" Naoki smiled, more a smirk, as he closed his eyes.

"You really, honestly think you have the time and skill to waste here at this school? What I've seen here from you today makes me question how you tied for first place in the exams with Bakugou. But, if I was being honest, you would have scored much higher, except that you frightened the judges with how you handled things in the arena. You were exemplary in your Villain Points, no doubt, but you only went after one-pointers.

On the other hand, you also saved the other candidate, even at the cost of your own body, in a worse way than Midoriya. You shattered and destroyed your arm, and still took shrapnel impaling you, among the dozens of other debris from the carnage you caused. Even with that damage to your body, those injuries, you still healed the girl, who would have died, sure; you blocked the debris from hitting anyone else there, fine; but, the way you ripped the metal out of yourself without a care, no pain, no emotion, and no concern for the others there at that grotesque display of self-disreguard- I would never have let you come to U.A. with that behaviour.

Then, telling Recovery Girl your injured arm was just an inconvenience on top of that... It was frightening, disturbing, and horrific. Concern driving you to self-sacrifice, I can maybe see, but you seem to have no reguard for your own safety or health at all. And, yes. I know all of your past, all barely-a-year of it before you walked into Aldera's halls, and proceeded to get into U.A. now, not even two years into your 'life'. No past, no memories, no family. That's all well and good, but then there's your Quirk. That is where things get fishy. Your Quirk leaves a lot to be concerned about. How is that for an analysis, Naoki?"

"Good, fair, in the eyes of an onlooker, it makes sense. But there's not much that will register as actual pain for me. Never has been. And... My Quirk is what it is." Naoki faced his other classmates, "My Quirk is called 'Borrower'. I have five 'slots'. Three are filled with set Quirks I borrowed in my past. The fourth is filled by another student in this class. The fifth, is still blank.

I primarily use 'Ricochet', because I am most familiar and comfortable with it. The second, allows me to heal myself and others, with varying constraints and restrictions, and the third lets me reverse or progress the time of objects, but is limited to non-living things, and by both the damage, and how long it has been damaged. The fourth is one we've all seen today.

To be able to borrow a Quirk, it has to be used on me and meet a certain set of criteria." He held up his hand, crackling the explosions associated with Katsuki Bakugou. He shook his hand afterwards from the odd feeling left from the temporarily mutated sweat he'd used.

"Now, before you all assume Katsu-san is guilty of attacking me, I'll say this. I had him cauterise one of my injuries while in middle school, and he did. Otherwise, it may never have healed. The injuries I had when I went to Aldera were the same I'd had when I was found and admitted to the hospital. The same I had when I awoke over seven months later, and the same I still had, six months after that, when I went to school for the first time I could remember. They only fully healed further in second semester. Aizawa-Sensei, if you want me to retake the previous three tests I intentionally botched, I will. I apologise for my behaviour, and overstepping any boundaries, or crossing any lines. If anyone else has questions, I'd be happy to answer them later."

Aizawa smiled, glad the boy was honest right off the bat, with only a little pushing. Now, maybe his self-confidence will be able to improve, and he will actually say things on his mind, rather than mutter them to himself, and stop inhibiting his own growth and development. That was a cruel, but necessary first step with this boy, one I can see he has needed, but never known how to do. Which actually makes sense, being without any clue as to his own life or past. I can see why others were worried about him, but, if I can sever their reasons to be worried right off the bat, it'll save me headaches down the road, and give him more credibility later on as well... Now, as for the other trouble...

"That's not necessary. It'll just waste time. You can redo them after class today, before everyone is sent home. Now, I returned your impractical Quirk-" Back to Izuku "Take your final throw."

And, with that, Bakugou was glaring at Naoki again, as Izuku hid his surprise in lieu of his task. So, for the second time, Izuku threw the ball, only using his Quirk in the last point of contact, propelling it, and when it landed, he surprised everyone, his throw surpassing Bakugou's, just barely, proving his worth to Aizawa, who was nothing short of impressed at Izuku's ingenuity.

"Aizawa-Sensei... Ya see... I'm still standing..." Izuku spoke, a pained grin as he clenched the injured fist.

"This kid." Aizawa was practically speechless.

Naoki rushed up to Izuku, "Here. Let me." Then he froze, looking to Aizawa, who gave a small nod, accompanied by an almost amused looking eye roll. Naoki healed the broken finger. "You did good, Izumi. Now, keep doing your best!"

"I will. But, you better do the same, too. You don't want to disappoint dad, now do you?" Izuku questioned.

"Ah-No. I don't, not more than I already have." Naoki smiled.

The class spoke out, their various opinions, as Bakugou was enraged.

"Hey! Deku! You bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!" Bakugou charged, only to be restrained, and his Quirk erased. "What! Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?" He was caught by their teacher.

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much. It gives me serious dry-eye." Aizawa answered, then turning to address Naoki again, sensing the raven ready to defend. "Naoki. Let the staff handle things when other students go out of hand. Do not act out on your own, or you'll get into trouble." With that, Aizawa released Bakugou, telling the next person to go already.

With the Distance Run, Naoki didn't lower his power, instead, maxing it out. He out-ran everyone, and had more speed than Tenya. He actually found himself enjoying the class, both the classmates and the actual class, and, surprisingly, he admired and respected Aizawa.

With the sit-ups, he struggled, and that was obvious, the obscenely loud cracking in his spine and hips making a few of his classmates sick, namely Mineta, Aoyama and Koji. Mineta Minoru seemed to be pretty squishy- and a pervert, so it made sense, as did Aoyama- a flamboyant apparent with a love for sparkles, and Koji, being gentle and an animal lover, in his nature, was worried and hearing such sounds may have been unnerving for him. Again though, Naoki didn't react to that pain.

And, almost the same when it came to the toe-touch, except, it was his shoulders, collarbone, knees, and rib cage that cracked. When his left shoulder did so, though, was the first reaction of pain his class had seen, Naoki biting his lip with a pained grimace.

After the final tests, Aizawa revealed the results. Izuku was in last place, almost to no one's surprise, and then the teacher blew his cover. It was a 'rational deception', and a girl in the back, with a ponytail, admitted she'd known all along, Naoki smirked, stating he figured, but wasn't entirely sure, since he himself didn't give his all.

So, with that, class was dismissed, but asked to stay until Naoki was done with the three tests he'd intentionally botched. With the 50-meter dash, he timed out at 2.06 seconds, and with the long-jump, he jumped with more force, and nearly three times his previous distance, landing with an audible crack, and a, "Ow! Shit, that hurt..." He came back, limping, favouring his left leg. "I think I dislocated it... Again..." Naoki explained, a crack of his right index finger while his left hand rubbed his neck again. "Sorry, sir..." Naoki apologised for his cursing.

And, finally, with the ball throw, he asked Aizawa. "Do you want the ball back? If you're fine with not having it back, I could probably make it to Hiroshima and make it land... Safely... But, no telling how bad of shape the ball would be in by then... If you do, though, I think 6000 meters is probably the safest I can send it, and still be able to return it... That's based on my own testing of this Quirk when I worked on my project this past year... The furthest I have accurate control seems, right now, to be around there..."

"Hmm, so I was right..." Aizawa muttered, then actually addressed Naoki's question. "I think, if you know it that well, I can let it go for now. Just know, these improvements won't be graded, just your botched ones. And, if I ever catch you doing that again, we're going to have an issue. Everyone go home. Class dismissed." Aizawa gave slips to Naoki and Izuku, to go see Recovery Girl, having to all but force Naoki to go, by having Izuku be responsible for making sure he'd get there, and get taken care of. 

***REWRITTEN VERSION***