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"Welcome to U.A.'s Hero Course. I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa." The man rummaged through his sleeping bag and procured a gym uniform which he threw at Denki Kaminari. "We'll be starting the school year with a test, so put these on and go outside."
There was confusion in his students' expressions, some sporting a peppering of excitement.
The group eventually funneled out and headed toward the locker rooms, leaving their homeroom teacher alone in the space.
He waited a few seconds, desperate to put off what was sure to be a massive headache, before grabbing his phone and making a call. "Hello? Majima?"
The person on the other line could be heard muttering something irately before clearing his throat. "Hey, Aizawa. The kids should already be on the field…" The man trailed off for a minute, as if hesitant to continue speaking. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I don't mind my Support Course students getting some shine but this feels a little antagonistic to Class 1-A."
Shota nodded his head, well aware that the man on the other side of the call couldn't see it. "That's the point. I can already tell that a few of them already think they're better than their peers now that they're Hero Course students." The man's expression hardened suddenly. "And an arrogant Hero gets people killed."
There was a brief silence on the line. "…Riiiiight. But did you need my students for this? I mean, it is their first day too. Why not get the third years to do it?"
"Your kids got in on recommendation, right?"
Majima hummed. "The only two to be recommended by the Principal himself in fact." There was no attempt to mask his smugness.
"Then they'll do the job. I want my students to know there's real competition not just in their grade, but outside the Hero Course." 1-A's homeroom teacher looked at the files of Shoto Todoroki and Katsumi Bakugo specifically. "If they want to become Pro Heroes, then they can't get cocky and complacent."
"What the fuck." It was the only thing the ash blonde could bring past her lips, the sight before her stripping the majority of her vocabulary from her.
The girl didn't know what to expect for her first day at U.A.. She'd figured it'd be nothing like her prior instruction, and the idea of being thrown headfirst into something new and foreign excited her.
She felt that excitement drain- however- as her class stepped onto the field and laid their eyes on a giant fucking robot just standing there.
The machine stood about 7.5 meters tall and was vaguely human-shaped with its two arms and legs. The hulking thing of metal was wrapped in a dark green paint save for the thick wiring exposed on the shoulders, waist, joints, and hands. On its shoulders rested fixtures not dissimilar to radiators and atop its right shoulder fixture sat a small camera constantly scanning its surroundings.
That wasn't the weirdest thing about the sight before her.
Nor was it the cylindrical object shoved in the face of the steel beast, its lone blue eye glowing and darting around eerily lifelike.
No
It was the two teenagers sitting atop the machine's shoulders.
While her eyesight was good, she couldn't quite make out any defining characteristics due to the sun shining behind them.
"Is that...an actual fucking robot?" She didn't need to look to know that annoying voice belonged to Denki.
From beside the boy, Tsu blinked and nodded. "It would appear to be a robot, yes. Kero."
"Why would Mr. Aizawa bring us out here to see a robot? Are we fighting it as a class?" There was a hint of fear in the brunette's voice, and Katsumi almost scoffed.
She couldn't fathom the idea of being afraid of a fight.
Especially with an overgrown hunk of metal.
"Well, regardless of why it's here, it looks manly as hell!" The redhead gave one of his pointy grins, the ones that made him look like a shark on the hunt for blood.
Their homeroom teacher made himself known, placing himself between the massive mech and his students. "Be quiet." Class 1-A was quick to obey. "I'm sure you're all wondering about the giant robot behind you-"
"Are we to engage it in combat? Like in the entrance exams?" The Soumei alumn had raised his hand and spoken without being called on, a habit Katsumi could tell their teacher detested.
"Iida. Interrupt me again, and you're expelled." His tone of voice made sure everyone, including Tenya, knew it wasn't an empty threat. "But speaking of the entrance exams-" The man turned his head and looked at the two figures resting on the shoulders of the robot. "You two, come down and introduce yourselves."
Katsumi and her class watched as the two teenagers rose from their seated positions before jumping off.
Now, jumping 25 feet wouldn't be the best thing for the average person's legs, but the two seemed not to care, sending the jump fully.
And when they slowed to a crawl less than a second before impact, Katsumi knew why.
"Hello! I'm Mei Hatsume, future billionaire inventor and Japan's golden child of robotics!" The girl wore a black aviation suit with the top half undone and tied around her wait exposing the black tank top underneath. Her thick pink dreadlocks were pulled back in a messy bun, two of the strands framing her face.
Also, she was very, very greasy.
But Katsumi didn't give a fuck about that girl.
Nuh uh.
Because the boy standing beside her was much more important.
He wore the same thing as the girl beside him, only his jumpsuit was dark green, and he exchanged the black tank top for a white compression shirt.
But the most striking thing about his appearance, the thing that almost made Katsumi double over and hurl, was the two tear-like burn scars that extended from beneath his eyes to the end of his jaw.
Scars she knew she'd given him.
Mei nudged the boy, silently reminding him it was his turn to speak. "O-Oh! My name is Izuku Midoriya; Mei and I are from Class 1-H. Your homeroom teacher asked us to come by and help with today's exercise."
"And to bring our baby!" There was an excitement in the girl's voice and eyes that unnerved Katsumi, especially considering the subject matter of her sentence.
In fact, it seemed to catch everyone off guard, Class 1-A as a whole, wide-eyed and turning their heads from Mei to Izuku until something made sense.
"W-Wait, so you two had a...child together?" The raven-haired rich girl almost seemed hesitant to speak what was on everyone's mind.
"Yip yip! He's so cute! Isn't he, Izu?" Mei, as well as each student in the class, turned to Izuku, waiting for his answer.
"I think our paint job could be a little better." That just confused everyone even more.
Tsu tilted her head while placing a finger on her bottom lip. "Paint job? You put paint on your baby?"
The two nodded. "Since it was mine and I named it, we painted it to match my suit." The greenette pointed toward the dark green garment covering his lower half.
Katsumi looked at the garment.
Katsumi looked at the robot.
Katsumi then realized they were talking about the robot.
"Their baby is the robot behind them, not an actual kid." Her words came with more relief than she was comfortable with, internally glad her former childhood friend hadn't gotten some random chick pregnant.
Class 1-A let out a collective "Ohhh", relief evident on their faces as well.
"Midoriya and Hatsume will be joining us for today's exercise. Like Midoriya said, both of them are members of U.A.'s Support Course, meaning they primarily deal with constructing the costumes and equipment you all will use in the field. Get to know them and get to know them well because your lives are in their hands." His tone was sincere, further emphasizing the importance of a Support Technician you could trust.
Katsumi just hoped her former wouldn't end up being her Support Tech.
From behind her, Hanta raised his hand, one of his eyebrows quirked upward. "Mr. Aizawa, you said they had something to do with the entrance exam, right?"
Their homeroom teacher nodded before gesturing to the two. "That's right. Each year, U.A. awards a limited number of admissions to students who are recommended by a Pro Hero. In fact, Yaoyorozu and Todoroki are two of the recipients recommended for the Hero Course."
The electric blonde within the crowd was genuinely confused. "Wait, so Midoriya and Hatsume were recommended by a Hero?"
"No. They received a recommendation from someone else- In fact, I struggle to even justify it as a recommendation." Shota paused for a bit, as if he knew the suspense was eating his students alive. "Midoriya and Hatsume were given direct admission to U.A. by Principal Nedzu himself. Furthermore, the robots you all fought during the entrance exams?"
The Support Course duo raised their hands and spoke in perfect sync. "We made them."
"Today's objective is simple: anyone who falls below Midoriya and Hatsume is automatically expelled." Shota knew a few of his students would think themselves incapable of losing to a Support Course student.
But the number of children not at all worried despite expulsion being thrown out on the first day was more than a little concerning.
The first to voice their opinion of today's challenge was Mina, the girl giving the Support Course duo an odd look. "No offense, Mr. Aizawa, but neither of them have Quirks suited for this kind of test. Wouldn't that be a little unfair?"
"Yeah! I mean, no offense, but Midoriya's Qurikless, won't he just come in last in everything?" Denki gave the greenette and an apologetic wave for good measure.
To say the man was disappointed would be an understatement.
But still, he couldn't help but feel a little giddy that so many of his students had fallen for the bait so to speak.
Because now was the fun part.
The man scrunched his brow and tilted his head, feigning confusion as best he could. "Really? They don't have the Quirks for it? Golly gosh, it's almost like-" The man pointed behind the group. "They don't have a massive robot."
They turned to face the metal beheamoth and Izuku offered it a wave, the 25-foot-tall robot returning the gesture.
"Furthermore, Hatsume and Midoriya will be allowed to use whatever equipment they've decided to bring today." The man nodded to the two, silently giving them the OK to retrieve whatever they'd brought for the exercise.
It was like a switch was flipped in the two.
Midoriya jogged up to the machine a handful of meters out, his right arm flagging the thing down. "Hey, BT, we need our gear!"
The machine- or BT as the boy called it- nodded before opening its fucking chest and pulling out two duffel bags. "Here you are, Pilot."
Shota was curious as to why the machine called Izuku a Pilot and intended to ask the pink-haired Support student who had lagged behind, but Izuku inadvertently answered the question for him.
The teen strapped a gun holster to his right thigh and slipped a handgun into the leather. He then secured what Shota could best describe as a set of thrusters above his tailbone. Next, he slipped an odd glove on his left hand before finishing the ensemble with the most striking piece of all.
A helmet.
With a grunt, the boy passed Mei her duffel bag, the Support Course student slipping on her set of gear before facing the class.
"I just can't wait to show you what our babies can do!"
50 Meter Dash
"Runners, on your marks!"
Izuku and Eijiro both assumed an upstart position, weight primarily on their front foot.
"Get set."
Eijiro brought his left arm back, contrasting his lead left leg.
When the gun sounded, the two took off, racing toward the finish line.
When Eijiro saw his competition rocket forward with whatever was on his back, he knew he had no shot.
"4.22 Seconds!"
Two seconds later, Eijiro crossed the line.
"6.01 Seconds!"
"I'm so getting expelled."
Grip Strength
"BT, be a dear and help your mom with this test?" The pinkette raised the Grip Strength in the air, patiently waiting for something.
Class 1-A quickly knew what that something was when a massive mechanical arm punched through the gym's roof and grabbed hold of the outstretched machine.
Before promptly crushing it.
Mezo was no longer proud of his result. "I'm so getting expelled."
Standing Long Jump
Denki crouched low before exploding forward and into the sandpit.
"3.11 Meters!"
The boy wiped the sand from his ass and grinned. "Not bad if I do say so myself-"
Mei Hatsume cut the boy off, her Jump Kit allowing her to clear the sandpit entirely.
And kicking up a significant amount of sand in the blonde's direction.
The boy spat out what had gotten in his mouth before falling backward in defeat. "I'm so getting expelled."
Softball Throw
This was it, their last chance to beat the Support Course duo in something, anything, and avoid expulsion.
Class next up to bat was Katsumi Bakugo, a girl with a fiery personality but one who had the strength to match.
The girl stepped into the circle, her fingers clutched around the ball, and her expression one of determination.
She took a deep step forward before tossing the ball with all her might, resulting in a hefty explosion that propelled the ball forward. "DIE!"
The tracker was silent for a few moments before a beep rang out. "705.2 Meters!"
An impressive result, but 1-A knew better than to get their hopes up prematurely.
Not with those two up next.
"Here you go, BT." The greenette handed the robot the softball before taking a few wide steps back, giving his companion room to operate.
And operate it did, assuming a pitching stance eerily similar to that of Hideo Nomo before rearing its arm back.
When BT threw the ball, a sonic boom followed, causing each of the 1-A students to slam their palms over their ears and wince in pain.
When the dust settled, the group looked at their teacher's display and read the screen.
"860 Kilometers." Iida almost couldn't believe his eyes.
"That means he threw the ball all the way to Hokkaido..." Mina slowly turned her head at the helmet-clad duo and deeply, truly, regretted her earlier assessment.
Because she just knew she was getting expelled.
But then, like a light in the darkness, their savior arrived.
And that savior's name was Ochako Uraraka.
For even if the Support Course duo were able to best them in literally everything else.
860 Kilometers was still less than infinity.