When the first day of school finally arrives, Izumi is up with the sun. 

A set of yoga later she took a shower, being careful to not get her mess of curls wet-she had washed them last night and they would never dry before class. Izumi dressed in her uniform, looking up a tutorial on how to tie a tie, and grabbed her yellow backpack. 

Her mother had made a full breakfast, for not just them but for both her teachers. Aki-San and Kami-San had come over to wish her well and see her off on her first day of school. 

"Oh don't you look just as cute as a button?!" Kami-San shouted, rushing over to hold her pupil against herself, tucking the young girl against her chest. "Is that the headband I gave you? Aw, it's so cute!" The headband she spoke of was thin, red, and simple except the ornate butterfly decoration sat on the right side. It matched her shoes and Kami-San had insisted on getting it for her. 

"You look adorable, Darling." Inko praised, fawning over her daughter from the Dance Instructor's side.

Aki-San smirked as he finally stood up. "Quite pretty, and you know what this means." Izumi tilted her head, confused. "If anyone give you trouble, you send them my way when you're done with them." The girl went bright red at her sensei acting so protective. "Do you have all your things?" 

"Sent the suit in three days ago, with all the equipment. All my books and notebooks I will need are in my bag. I have my back-up fan and bow on me, plus I already added a set of my Boosters onto my shoes." Her green eyes got the familiar determined glint, fist balled up in front of her chest as she puffed out her cheeks. 

She looked adorable yet terrifying with the emerald fire that drove her soul on display. 

Aki-San nodded, smiling, then they all sat down to eat before the girl had to go. 

Izumi was not the first one into the class, only behind because her teachers and her mother had clung onto her until she just couldn't wait any more. 

Sat in the corner desk, his feet up on the table, tie nowhere to be found, and smirk in place, Katsuki Bakugo was arguing with the kid that had shouted at Present Mic before the exam. 

Great. 

"Deku . . ." Bakugo growled when he saw her, red eyes ablaze. 

Izumi huffed a breath, rolling her eyes, as she took a seat near the front and besides the door. 

The blue haired boy came up to her as she arranged her things. "Hello, I am Iida Tenya, from Someii Junior High. We shared a testing sight. I must commend you on your actions against the Zero-Pointer. I'm afraid to admit I had seen the girl you saved, yet my logic reasoned that it was a test and that she would be fine. I should not have acted in this way, you clearly were the better test taker that day!" His hands moved almost like a robot's, chopping the air to emphasize his words. 

"I remember you," Izumi stood back up and bowed her head before holding her hand out for him to shake. "I am Midoriya Izumi. Thank you for your praise. Though I have to apologize for my words after the test, I had adrenaline  pumping and my head was not the clearest. You were right to assume she would be fine, I just couldn't help jumping in. It's no one's fault. And we are here to train for that sort of thing, anyway!" A bright smile took over her freckled cheeks, eyes closed as she grinned. 

"Oh! It's you!" The brown haired girl from the exam chimmed in, hopping over to them. "I'm Uraraka Ochaco! It's nice to finally meet you properly!" Her voice was as sweet as her appearance. 

"Midoriya Izumi, and this is Iida Tenya." Izumi introduced, smiling softly before her attention snagged on the door opening. Green eyes trained on the yellow . . . thing . . . that flopped down in front of the doorway. 

"If you're just here to make friends than you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to UA's Hero Course. Get to your seats." The man's face from inside the sleeping bag said, black hair hanging all over the place and eyes dead tired. 

He wormed his way over to the front of the class before standing up and getting out of the bag. 

One look at the capture weapon around his neck and Izumi knew who she was looking at, The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead. He was so deep underground that it had been hell to pull up anything on the man for her journals. Though going through reports, finding a timeline, then tracing it back to certain UA Sport Festivals wasn't that hard. Well, it might have been if it was anyone but Izumi. 

"It took you six seconds to calm down and get seated. That is unacceptable." He sighed, looking the class over. "I am Aizawa, your Homeroom teacher. Now put these on and meet me outside." 

Izumi was already moving by the time the man had turned his back, grabbing a uniform packet with her name on it and following her new teacher to the changing rooms. She was also the first one changed and out on the pitch Aizawa had claimed for them. 

Once everyone was outside Aizawa sighed before talking. "We're having a quirk assessment test." A majority of the class called out in alarm, Izumi kept to herself as she thought it through. "You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirks. Bakugo, you got second in the placement test, what was your best for the soft ball throw?"

"Sixty-seven meter." Came the short reply. 

"Try doing it with your quirk." Aizawa tossed the ball to Bakugo. The rest of the class backed up as the blonde took the pitch and wound up his arm.

With an explosion the ball took off, a cry of "Die" the follow-through of the boy's try.

When the device in the pro's hand beeped, he turned to the rest of the class and showed them the screen as he continued. "That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." On the screen was a glowing 705.2. The class gasped, well most of them anyway. "All right. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

Izumi could feel the worry and anxieties of the class pouring off them. Then there was the tall girl with black hair that seemed to have convinced herself it was fake. Izumi knew better though. By the end of this test, many more than just one person could be going home. If they didn't give it their all and impress Aizawa, that is. 

Grinning, Izumi crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course!" Aizawa looked very pleased with himself. 

A voice called out from the students, Izumi's eyes following it to find Uraraka. "Last placed will be expelled? But it's the first day of school!" Her big brown eyes were filled with the fear of failure. "No, even if it wasn't the first day of school, this is too unfair!" 

"If you wanted to go talk with your friends at Mickey D's after school, too bad." Aizawa cut her off, his resting bitch face making it very clear he didn't appreciate the outburst. "For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. Go beyond, Plus Ultra." With a sigh the man shifted his foot to start walking. "All right, demonstration's over. The real thing starts now." 

First was the fifty meter dash. Iida held first for a while at 3.04 seconds, thanks to his engines for legs. But once Izumi was put up against Bakugo, all plans of letting that record stand for Iida's already wounded pride from the exam went up in smoke. 

See, Izumi was naturally fast, had hone that speed over the last three years. But adding the fact that she was wearing a pair of her boosters? Within two strides, with matching bursts from her shoes, Izumi cleared the track in 2.34 seconds. It was good to know her babies could hold up next to the real deal. Now if only she could meet Gran Torino, the inspiration for her boosters . . .

Her fellow students looked confused, wondering was exactly her quirk was. Bakugo just looked furious. 

Next was grip strength. 

Shoji looked to be taking the cake, 540 kilograms was quite a bit. But then Izumi unzipped her jacket to show a red harness over her tank-top. She had brought the harness for gym class use, but hadn't thought it would be on the first day. Good thing she packed it anyways. On one side of the harness sat one of her green fans, this is what the girl grabbed. 

Placing the folded fan in the handle of the grip tester, Izumi angled the two things just right before opening up her fan. The initial reading was only 600 kilos from the strength of the fan itself, but Izumi used her hand to lean into the fan, causing it to push even more against the sensors for the test. The result was 654 kilograms. 

Decent. 

She used her boosters again for the side step, and for her long jump. When it came her turn for the softball throw, it was the  one test she knew she wouldn't have a chance at getting first in. Not when Uraraka had an anti gravity quirk. But she still took out her fan and fiddled with the blades. Because, inspired by her dear childhood friend, Izumi had come up with darts that detonate on impact after fired. 

Throwing the ball as far as she could, Izumi took aim with her fan, firing once, waiting for it to start to fall, then fired again. And again. And again. She still had four more she could have used if she had been able to see the ball at all. 

So she didn't get first, no big deal. She still beat Bakugo. 

The sit up tests was just her own physical abilities, along with the seated tow-touch, but she did use her boosters again when the long distance race came up. 

And then at the end of the test, there she was-at the top right where she was meant to be. Yaozuru was impressive, that's for sure, and the way she thought to use her quirk was admirable. However, she relied too much on devices that when it came for something that she couldn't really use a device for (or at least something she couldn't think of anything to help for) . . . It wasn't as good as she could be. Same went for Todoroki. 

Izumi on the other hand, while reliant, was also good without. 

Bakugo ended up with fourth, fuming from the side as he gritted his teeth together. 

A kid named Mineta ended up in last place, surprisingly he was able to keep his spot. The "for now" at the end seemed to only be caught by Izumi herself. 

At the end of the day, Uraraka and Iida meet up with her at the gates. The three of them talked all about the test that day and about possible lessons in the future. Neither of her new friends asked about her quirk, they probably had their own assumptions. 

Izumi smiled as she walked home, glad to finally be showing everyone exactly what made Izumi Midoriya a threat.