Izuku spent the next two years figuring out and training his quirk, with Aizawa and Nezu's help.

  To Izuku's initial dismay, he had the same ability as the red man. He could control his own blood. However, Izuku had a few shapes he could create with his power, like blades and whips. The most natural way for him was to shoot it from his palm, like a bullet.

  Using his blood gun was very tiring, as he was literally throwing away blood, but it was his most powerful weapon.

  Izuku was sent to mandatory 'therapy' where Hound Dog had one session with the greenette and personally thought him to be fine.

  The R-rated hero Midnight was a surprisingly good teacher. With her help, Izuku kept up to date with all the work others his age would be doing, and more.

  Unfortunately, Izuku was not allowed to leave campus to visit Inko, she was not allowed near him for 'safety concerns' the government decided on.

  Nezu did however, contact the worried woman himself, and reassured her that Izuku was fine, yes he was doing very well with his schoolwork, and no, none of the other kids are mistreating him.

  Izuku smiled at the principal as he entered the office, closing the door behind him.

  "Izuku, excellent. Please, sit down. Now, I could just let you take the recommendation exams, or I could even just give you a spot in 1A. But I know that's not your style." The bear smiled.

  Izuku grinned back to the principal.

  "So I can take the entrance exam?" He asked hopefully.

  Nezu nodded.

  "You can take the entrance exam. Please be wary of the other examinees, many people out there are not happy that you are in UA, let alone becoming a hero. I'm not saying be hostile, just don't be too quick to trust like you normally are."

  Izuku nodded frantically.

  "Thank you Nezu!! I'll do my best!"

  Izuku practically bolted from the room, most likely in search of Aizawa for some 'quirk training'. Nezu liked to call it Chiyo chilling. She liked to call Izuku a dead man walking. Wether he died from blood loss or Recovery Girl's cane it wasn't clear.

  Izuku wandered into the empty 1A and tapped on Aizawa's desk.

  "Morning sunshine~!" He sang.

  There was no response.

  Izuku sighed, nibbling the tip of his finger and whipping beneath the desk.

  There was a roar, and Aizawa sent the desk flying, holding his backside.

  He glared at the greenette.

  "Quirk training?" He asked.

  His glare deepened, and he reached for his scarf, his eyes flashing, and hair twitching upwards.

  "I'll show you quirk training!" He said, leaping at Izuku.

  Izuku grinned, dodging Aizawa's first strike and catching the second.

  The greenette tied the blood whip around Aizawa's wrist and whipped, yanking the hobo forwards, tripping over Izuku's leg and back onto the floor.

  Izuku planted his foot onto the downed hero's back and struck a pose.

  "Get off me." Aizawa grumbled.

  Izuku laughed, helping Aizawa to his feet.

  "So? When's today's test?" Izuku asked.

  "You passed already, you brat." Aizawa said.

"Huh? When? What did I do?" Izuku asked again.

  "You beat me one on one."

  Izuku scoffed.

  "You were half asleep and barely alert."

  Aizawa shook his head.

  "I'm always alert, even when I'm sleeping. Why do you think I'm tired even after sleeping all day? It's because I'm constantly straining my senses for any threats. You beat me, fair and square. Although now there's nothing else on the agenda. So I'm going back to sleep."

  Izuku huffed, leaving Aizawa in the classroom and wandering down to his quirk training site.

  It had been labelled as his training site because every time he trained with his quirk, blood was sent splattering everywhere.

  Izuku stood a fair distance away from the target.

  He bit his thumb, making himself bleed, and raised his hand towards the target, pulling out and congealing the blood near his palm.

  Izuku forced it I to a thinner shape and launched a blood bullet at the target, earning twin cracks, one from the air, the other from the target splitting in half.

  Izuku nodded to himself, satisfied with the result, now pulling a pair of rings from his pockets and slipping them onto his pointer fingers.

  He flicked a tiny ridge on each ring with his thumb's fingernail, revealing the small blades concealed within.

  Izuku crossed his arms, then dragged them apart, creating twin shallow cuts across his forearms, just enough to bleed.

  A crimson blade formed from the blood on his arms, curving out and to each side.

  Izuku leapt towards another dummy and sliced it in half twice, the quarters collapsing to the ground.

  The blade on his right arm thinned, forming a long red whip, slicing another target in two, several meters to Izuku's right.

  Izuku pressed a few buttons on the wall's panel, bringing out his special dummy.

  The training dummy, designed and built by Nezu and Powerloader, was made especially for him. Izuku had requested they cover it in shackles and armour plates, and the head be covered in a smooth metal facemask.

  Nezu had assured him that the special metal was far stronger than the robots they used for the entrance exams. The dummy only had a few nicks and scratches on the armour it bore.

  Izuku sighed, taking a stance.

  His left foot pushed him forwards, he sliced his forearms, and bit his thumb.

  Sprinting towards the target, Izuku shot off a single blood bullet, then a whip from each arm. The whips formed into his close combat blades and he sliced with them both diagonally.

  The dummy had, with no better explanation, exploded.

  The blood bullet had knocked the head clean off, the whips had removed the arms, and the blades had sliced the falling head, arms and unmoving torso into pieces.

  He sighed with satisfaction. At 100 percent, giving his all, he could break apart Nezu's strongest test dummy.

  He was ready for the exam.