Izuku's acceptance letter arrived two weeks later. It came in the form of a hologram projector, in which All Might gave him his results on both the written and the practical.

  Of course he got 110 percent on both. (His essays had gone above and beyond, and his score obliterated any old records set by All Might himself.) Izuku had been sent a few forms to do with a possible dorm system being implemented in the near future, as well as a pair of costume and support equipment design and request forms.

  Izuku quickly sketched out a simple suit, identical to the one he wore as 007 on several missions. He labelled what strength and weight of Kevlar and other materials he wanted where, and specified exactly three locations he wanted gun holsters. Under his left armpit, under his jacket on his lower back and on his hip, also under the jacket.

  Every part of the suit would need to fit him immaculately, apart from the jacket. It would need to be ever so slightly too big, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to hide the recognisable shape of a gun holster.

  Oh, and the tie was reinforced so he could use it as a weapon even against superpowered individuals.

  Once he'd finished designing his suit, Izuku moved on to the support equipment he wanted.

  He requested two extra guns of the same make and model of his own personal one, as well as several spare magazines to be hidden in various places inside the jacket.

  Izuku requested a watch that could send out an electromagnetic pulse that disabled nearby electronics, as well as an earpiece that could connect to any nearby heroes, if they were also wearing an earpiece of some kind. He also included a small transceiver that could act as a distress beacon if required, just as a last minute thought. It could be hidden under his shirt's collar and removed quickly by himself.

  He considered requesting an armoured car with all kinds of gadgets inside, but he decided against it. He wouldn't be needing it at UA, but he was sure he could get one in the future.

  As a final note on the support equipment he asked for any other ideas they may have that could be useful, and to have a look at old spy films from the 20th/21st century. He'd pointed and laughed at them when he was 007, but some of the gadgets had admittedly seemed pretty useful.

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  Izuku quite liked the UA uniform. It was similar in design to a regular suit and tie, just with an odd design and various bright colours adorning it. He could even tuck his holster into his waistband and it would go unnoticed, which he was thankful for. It was bright and garish, but at least it hid his gun well enough.

  Izuku strode down the hall, glancing at the ridiculously large doors as he passed them. He was searching for class 1A, and was currently outside 1B, so it had to be the next room over.

  He heard the crackling and hoarse screaming before he even reached the door, which he could now see was labelled 1A. Izuku sighed. Of course the firecracker was here too.

  Izuku stood outside the door for a moment, listening quietly. A multitude of voices, occasionally drowned out by the defusal nightmare's screeching. The teacher obviously wasn't here yet, otherwise the class would be much quieter than they were being currently.

  The greenette reached out and opened the door silently, stepping through and closing it without attracting any attention. He scanned the room, the only part of him moving were his eyes.

  18 other young adults, no teacher as he suspected. A multitude of mutations, a few that didn't give away their function, like the pink girl. Was she just.. pink? Or was there more to her mutation that he just could not see?

  A girl with earphone jacks for earlobes. Could she hear things well when she plugged herself into something like a microphone? What happened if she plugged into a speaker?

  A boy with exhausts in his legs. Assumedly, he was fast.

  Another boy with weird limbs, but his elbows this time.

  An invisible girl. The missions she could run solo..

  A guy with six arms. Pretty self explanatory.

  A very short boy with.. purple balls for hair..? Izuku couldn't even fathom what those were for.

  A guy with a rock for a head.

  A frog girl.

  Everyone else looked pretty normal, as far as Izuku could see.

  Five seconds after entering the room, Izuku sat at his desk behind Bakugo and Infront of the purple ball haired boy. The door opened a second later, and a familiar brown haired woman came in. So she did make it in. That was good to know. She looked around for a moment before taking the only empty desk near the back of the room.

  Three seconds later and a man in a yellow sleeping bag slumped into the room. Izuku frowned. What would he do if there was an intruder? Waste precious time trying to scramble out of his sleeping bag? It only takes half a second to pull the trigger. Less, for the bullet to embed itself in the wall behind your now lifeless brain.

  The man in the sleeping bag locked eyes with Izuku's disapproving stare. He arched an eyebrow, then stood, shrugging the sleeping bag off and addressing the class.

  I could have drawn and released fifteen shots in the time it took him to get up and get out of the bag. Sixteen, if he tried to take a ready stance. An entire goddamn clip embedded in his chest, and he's only gotten to his feet.

  "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher for the next three years. Put your gym clothes on and head outside. You'll be taking a quirk assessment test." The man said, dropping a pile of gym clothes on his desk and leaving.

  Izuku grabbed a gym uniform from Aizawa's desk and followed him out of the room, heading to the changing rooms.

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  Izuku arrived outside exactly 57 seconds after leaving 1A. He'd left the holster under his folded uniform, and had just tucked his pistol into the waistband of the gym trousers, under the top. He stood at attention, and retained his position even as the other teenagers joined him and Aizawa at the field.

  "It took you all 5 minutes to get here. Be faster next time. Villains wait for no one. Now, Bakugo, you scored pretty high on the exam, what was your furthest ball throw in high school?"

  The angsty blonde stepped forwards, his signature scowl on his face.

  "Around 64 meters." He said.

  Aizawa tossed him a ball.

  "Stand in the circle and throw it using your quirk. Anything goes, just don't leave the circle."

  With an explosion that would make Interpol cry and a scream of "DIE!" the ball was launched into the distance. Aizawa turned his tablet to the class, revealing the blonde's score.

  "Whoah! 705.9 meters?? That's insane!"

  "We get to use our quirks as much as we want?"

  "This will be fun!"

  Disappointing. That explosion was all bark and no bite. If he concentrated more on power than flashiness he could have gotten it further. Much, much further. I hope not all of my classmates are this idiotic.

  "You think this is going to be fun? Alright, then how about this? Whoever comes in last place overall will be judged to have no potential, and be expelled." The incompetent hero said.

  Izuku frowned.

  "Expelled?? Y-you can't do that! It's not fair!" A girl said.

  "Fair? You think villain attacks are fair? Natural disasters? Terrorist attacks? The world isn't fair, and I've got three years to teach you how to combat that unfairness. If you think you're here just to have fun then you should go home immediately."

  How disappointing. The teachers were idiots too.

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  Izuku had been training for three years for this kind of test. He never came outright first place, apart from on the endurance run, but he never dropped below the top five. Until of course, the ball throw. Quite a few of his classmates quirks were very well suited to it.

  "Alright Midoriya, come and take your throw." Aizawa said.

  Something about the man's eyes bothered Izuku. He was probably about to try something.

  The greenette took the ball, walked into the circle and reared his arm back, throwing the ball as far as he could.

  He could feel Aizawa tense up behind him, and heard the rustle of the capture weapon around his shoulders moving. Izuku twisted to the right, dodging the weapon, turned to Aizawa, reached back, drew his gun, flicked off the safety and aimed it at the hero in under two seconds. The hero, and the other students, froze.

  "I'm incredibly disappointed by your incompetence Eraserhead. You don't check for threats, you are never battle ready, and you attack civilians without probable cause. You try that, or anything similar again to myself or my classmates and I am allowed by law to shoot you where I deem necessary. The head or chest is unnecessary, but so is attacking a student outside of training with an actual weapon. A bullet to the knee would be more than enough to take you down. Put it in the right place and you might not walk again. I could have drawn my gun and emptied a whole magazine into your chest in the time it took you to get out of your sleeping bag back in the classroom. And you don't know our personalities or habits well enough yet to tell if we've been replaced or not. So, before I send you to Recovery Girl, why did you attack a civilian?"

  "You're not using your quirk to complete the tests." The man said, his hands in the air.

  Izuku nodded as though he understood.

  "I see. Something's not going the way you want, so you attack the person responsible, the law be damned. Tell me Eraserhead, even without my quirk, where have I placed overall?"

  The man slowly reached for the tablet and checked the scores.

  "First."

  Izuku smiled.

  "You should probably look up my file, and check my quirk. You're going to kick yourself when you find out."

  Aizawa tapped a few times on the tablet, then froze.

  "There's the look of 'oh shit' I was waiting for! Tell me Eraserhead, what's it like being a buffoon? I'm honestly curious." Izuku asked, flicking the safety on and tucking his gun away.

  "Think before you act, or better yet gather all the facts before you make a fool of yourself and just maybe you won't get shot in the face by someone not quite as merciful as I am. Oh, and learn to tell the difference between a loaded and unloaded gun. It's useful to know."