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                                          "A Quirk Apprehension Test?"

A pandemonium of confused retorts echoed after the teacher's statements, faces filled with shock and confusion - excluding the duo-haired boy, who was looking on with a face filled with disinterest - surrounding him. You could see that Aizawa was fed up with them all, and was just about ready to shoot himself. Just to get away from all this.

The brunette ( who Delyse noted earlier to have weird eyebrows ) shouted in protest. "But what about the Entrance Ceremony? Or the Guidance Sessions?!"

"No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes."

Mina snorted and batted a hand at him, "But I wanna be a cowboy!". Kirishima smirked and Delyse rolled her eyes. "Shut your trap Mina, before you get us in some deep shit. Again."

"When did I ever get you in dee- actually, don't answer that question."

The trio turned back to look at the man, missing the moment when he glanced across at them with a raised eyebrow. They didn't seem particularly interesting. The pink-skinned girl looked like one of those goofballs who screamed at the WacDonalds clown and watched 'Keeping up with the Cardashians' and the boy with the spiky red hair was the biggest eyesore ever. The foreigner girl, who he noted to have looked suspiciously like his old school friend, had pulled out her phone ( What the hell was with that Kermit phone case though? It was so tacky yet she somehow managed to pull it off- barely ) and was playing Crossy Road on her phone. Overall, they were the weirdest kids he had seen ever since that kid who played that Yaoi anime theme tune in History.

He turned his head towards the whole group. "UA is known for it's 'freestyle' education system. That applies to the teachers as well," he raised his watch slightly and sighed. Not over yet. "Softball throwing. The Standing Long Jump. The 50-metre dash. Grip Strength etcetera, You did those all in middle school, right? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests." 

Some of the class nodded in confusion, others hummed slightly in agreement.

"The country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating."

The man looked around at the students before his eyes landed on the foreign girl ( She was still playing Crossy Road, damnit ). No, he had a feeling if he chose her she still wouldn't show her full potential. He reluctantly switched his gaze towards a familiar blonde instead. His crimson eyes piercing others with a look of sheer boredom and resentment. Bakugo Katsuki, Top of the Entrance Exam. Powerful, yet merciless in a way that would make him unfit to become a hero.

"Bakugo, how far could you throw in middle school?"

"67 metres."

Aizawa smirked slightly. Okay, he was getting somewhere here! "Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to, just don't leave the circle. Give it all you've got."

This caught our protagonists attention. 

She quickly flitted her eyes off the phone-screen to look up at the scene playing in front of her. Bakugo Katsuki was a name that sounded familiar to her. Of course, it did. She knew she'd heard it somewhere before, perhaps it was that boy who got stuck in that gross slime monster thingy? She hoped that he didn't have to use too many shampoos to get it out afterwards. The mere thought of it all that made her shiver in pure disgust. It was only then that something caught her attention. Something extremely shocking, almost so shocking that--

She whistled. "Damn son, even with a face like that you're still hot !"

Mina nudged her in excitement, "I know right! Look at those muscles: they're fine as heck!"

"I give him a 10/10. They're defined, and don't forget the fact that if you look close enough-"

                                                                  "-You can trace them with your eyes!"

The girls high fived each other and grinned. Mina squealed slightly in excitement and Delyse's eyes were still trained on Bakugo. Kirishima snorted slightly.

"You guys should probably stop eye-raping him, you know. Some men don't like that stuff."

"Nah, I'm sure it's fine. Anime boys like girls eye-raping them," Delyse said, ignoring the weirded-out look she got from any surrounding classmates who overheard the statement. "It's not like they can stop the fangirls from doing it either, so I don't really care if they catch me."

Anyways, back to the situation at hand.

The blonde boy was strolling leisurely towards the chalked out circle, a seriously creepy smile on his face. Surrounding humans decided to move back slightly, just in case he tried to, you know, kill someone. They didn't put it past him too.

"Awesome."

He stretched his hand backwards and dug his feet further apart in the ground to keep himself steady.

'I'll add...'

                                                                          '... A bit of a Boom to the pitch!'

                                                            "DIE!!"

There was a tremendous shockwave of energy resonating within the area, a huge gathering of disturbed dust fell upon the unlucky students around him. They all looked upwards with shocked eyes at the streak of light that followed the ball. It was... kinda threatening, and that was not a nice feeling.

                                                                                                                         '...Die?!'

"Oh my God, even your shoulder-blades are flawless."

The class chose to ignore that comment, for the sake of their sanity. Perhaps hers as well.

Aizawa muttered a small curse under his breath. Someone with potential, now he had to be responsible. So much for another vacation to Hawaii with his niece. Goodbye cocktails. Goodbye sunshine, coconuts and those questionable dancers who wore those twig skirts. Hello work, paperwork, paperwork and jESUS CHRIST OUR SAVIOUR AND LORD SOCIAL INTERACTION--

"It's important for us to know our limits." He held up his hand to display the score, "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."

705.2 metres. The whole class broke out in a fit of excitement and awe, eyes shining with admiration, fear and anticipation. If this was what they were going to be doing, then they'd all get a better chance of understanding everyone's quirks, plus, they have to impress their teacher somehow. This was their chance, the breakthrough they all needed!

The boy with the dumb face and Pikachu hair pumped his fist. "Whoa, this is dope!"

"So we can use our Quirks in the hero course for real!! Man, the hero course is awesome!!"

Hobo dudes frantic internal panicking came to an abrupt halt, a silence ensued inside his mind before he started cackling. Hasta Luego, paperwork!

"Awesome... you say?"

He brought his hand up to his face and chuckled. Sure, he didn't want to do paperwork, and he was internally screeching with laughter, but he knew that to let them go on thinking this was all a game was not something he could deal with. They needed a wake-up call, and Aizawa majored in Wake-up calls.

"You're hoping to learn how to become heroes in these three years, yet you think this is some kind of pathetic, fun game? Newsflash, the hero world is not for wannabes who can't even take something seriously, and I can guarantee that some of you will die if you with an attitude like that. Hell, some of you'll still die with correct attitudes."

A dark flash passed over his eyes, and a sense of foreboding doom passed over everyone. His soul energy flared for a second, and Delyse stiffened in shock.

"Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events...

                                                                                                 ... will be expelled."

He chuckled and looked up at them all, brushing his dishevelled hair back with his hand.

                              "Welcome, to the Hero Course of UA High!"

                     And that's when they knew, they totally fucked up.

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Writing this chapter made me cackle like hell lmaooo-                             On a serious note, there is serious foreshadowing- that no-one noticed -for a future book I'm definitely writing.

7. Future Career Choices?

Combat Medic, Flight Attendant or a Paediatrician.