The morning at UA was buzzing with excitement as Class 1-A gathered on the training field, all wound up like they were about to face some life-or-death trial. It was almost cute, really. Did they seriously think a little physical test was going to make or break their dreams? I had to stifle a laugh. 

Oh, the innocence of youth.

Our homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, stood before us looking like he'd just rolled out of bed—probably because he had. With his deadpan expression and scruffy appearance, it was clear he didn't care much for formalities. I could respect that.

Aizawa: Today, we're going to see what you're really made of. This is a Quirk Apprehension Test. You'll be put through a series of physical challenges to evaluate how well you can use your quirks. The one who ranks the lowest... will be expelled.

Cue the collective gasp. The class was suddenly filled with whispers and panicked glances. The mere idea of expulsion had them quaking in their boots. 

Please, as if anyone would actually get the boot on the first day. 

UA's all about the drama.

Aizawa's eyes swept over us, landing on me for a moment longer than the others. I offered him a lazy smirk. Let him think what he wants—I wasn't sweating it. I've faced far tougher challenges, like deciding which private island to buy for my next vacation. 

Spoiler: I bought both.

The 50-meter dash was up first. Bakugo blasted off like a rocket with his usual flair, and Iida practically turned into a human jet engine. Impressive, sure, but hardly worth getting worked up over. When it was my turn, I jogged down the track, just fast enough to stay comfortably in the middle of the pack. 

No need to show off this early. 

Besides, why run when you can pay someone to do it for you?

Next was the grip strength test. Kirishima's quirk made him a natural, his number practically off the charts. My turn came, and I gave the device a firm squeeze—just enough to hit an above-average score. 

Let's not get crazy here. 

There's no trophy for trying too hard.

But then, we got to the ball throw. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for, the chance to really show off what their quirks could do. The class was practically buzzing with anticipation. Aizawa handed me the ball, his gaze sharp, as if daring me to fail.

Oh, this is going to be good.

Aizawa: Midoriya, show us what you've got.

I stepped up to the line, the ball feeling almost weightless in my hand. Now, let's be real—I'm not about to go out there and humiliate myself. Not when I've got some good hacking in my back pocket. I wound up, focusing all that power into just one finger because I knew exactly that in this one ball, there was a small elecotronic device to measure everything.... now the right amount of pressure on one side and then an accurate hit and it should be going haywire.... hopefully.

One shot, Izuku. 

Let's make it count.

The moment I did let go off the ball, I pulled my little gadget out and hacked into it after it hit the next tree which was right next to Aizawa. Yes, I targeted my teacher but he just left me do it. Besides the moment I hacked, I made the number on his small device go highrocketing off the chard making that thing even explode in his hand.

Wupsy daisy.... 

Small price to pay for excellence.

TEven Aizawa looked slightly impressed, which for him, is basically like throwing a parade in my honor.

Aizawa: *sigh* I don't get paid enough for this.... Tho....Not bad kiddo....

Yeah, "not bad" is kind of my baseline.

I couldn't resist a glance around at my classmates. Bakugo looked like he was ready to explode—again—while Uraraka was staring at me like I'd just pulled off a magic trick. I gave her a little wink. 

Surprise, I'm not just a pretty face.

I can hack.

 I've got a brain, too.

I turned to the rest of the class with a smirk.

Me: Well, that was entertaining. I suppose this is where we all learn the difference between those who rely on brute force and those of us who know how to use our heads. And in my case, a bit of strategic funding.

Mineta, still sweating from our earlier "arrangement," chuckled nervously. The others were too busy reevaluating everything they thought they knew about me to do much more than stare. 

Let them wonder. 

I'm not here to make friends—I'm here to make a point.

Aizawa wrapped up the test, announcing that no one would be expelled today. The sigh of relief that swept through the class was almost comical. 

Honestly, how did these people make it this far?

As we headed back to the locker rooms, I could feel their eyes on me, filled with curiosity, confusion, and maybe a little bit of fear. 

Good. 

That's exactly how it should be.

Because here's the thing: quirks are flashy, sure, but money... money is the real power. Money buys you time, options, and influence. And I, Izuku Midoriya, have all of that and more.

UA's little tests? 

Please. 

This is just the beginning.