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The classroom went dead silent, but I couldn't care less. All I could focus on was the audacity of the boy standing in front of me, "Did you just insult my mother?" 

"I didn't mention your mother or intend to cause insult," Four eyes replied steadily, meeting my hostile gaze without flinching, "But I bet she would be disappointed to see how you've chosen to present yourself on your first day in class." 

For a moment, my entire body went numb with rage as I fought against the urge to punch the fool in front of me. After a second, I managed to regain control of my emotions, but just barely, "Hey, what's your name?" 

Four eyes blinked, taken by surprise by my sudden switch in tone, "My name is Tenya Ida. Are you going to introduce yourself as well?" 

 "Nah," I replied with a grin that was neither joyful nor humorous. Just know, Ida, that if we end up sparing, I'm going to hurt you...a lot." 

This time, Ida flinched, but his gaze didn't waiver, "Threatening a fellow classmate is a serious offense, and I would have to advise you I am more than capable of defending myself if needed." 

I cocked my head to the side as I gave Ida a once over, only for my eyes to fixate on the holes tailored into his pants, allowing the several metal exhaust pipes growing out of his calves to breathe. Suddenly, I realized why his name had sounded so familiar, "Oh, so you belong to that Ida family." 

Foureyes lifted his chin with pride, "Yes, I do. I will forgive you if you would like to take back your earlier statement." 

I laughed coldly, "No, I'm a man of my word. The fact that you're a legacy doesn't mean shit." 

"Kenji Atoma!" 

Every gaze in the room, including mine, turned to stare at the girl who had just shouted out my name while standing up from her desk. She had bright pink skin, two alien-like horns, and large eyes with completely black sclera and bright yellow pupils, "I can't believe I didn't put it together sooner. The piercings really threw me off. You didn't have any when you were in the newspaper a month ago." 

I grinned genuinely this time, "Then I guess they worked as intended." 

A wave of concussion passion through the room, and Ida turned to look at the pink-skinned girl, "What are you talking about?" 

"You're kidding me, right?" The girl exclaimed, "Do guys all live underneath a rock? He's the guy the university made an announcement about! Kenji Atoma, he broke the academy's record for the practical entrance exam!" 

I watched as, all at once, realization dawned upon the faces of my classmates, and I couldn't help but laugh, "My god, you should see your faces right now!" 

"You broke the record?" Ida asked incredulously, making me smirk, "Damn right, Foureyes. Does it bother you that someone so rude and Ill-raised as I did better than you?"

Ida frowned as he absently pushed up his glasses. "There's more to being a hero than setting records." 

"Don't start preaching now," I snarled while glaring daggers at Ida, "This ain't about being a Hero. I want to see how I fair against someone who's had years to train their quirk by people with the same abilities. I hope for my sake and yours you don't disappoint." 

Before Ida could respond, the door slid open, and a yellow blob fell into the room. For a moment, the tension in the air vanished as everyone watched the blob squirm on the floor. Then, the blob unzipped to reveal a full-grown man with a five-o'clock shadow, dark bags under his eyes, and messy black hair. 

"Alright, everyone, in your seats!" The man ordered, his tone conveying that he would tolerate disobedience. 

I shouldered past Ida as I made my way to my seat in the front of the class, only for him to sit right next to me on my right, 'You got to be kidding me.'

Before I could curse more luck, the half-asleep man stood up at the very front of the class behind the podium and said, "Good morning. I am your homeroom teacher, Mister Aizawa. I will now take attendance even though, judging by the desk, we are all here." 

"Yuga Aoyama." 

"Present." 

"Mina Ashido" 

"Present!" 

"Tsuyu Asui." 

"Present, ribbit." 

"Kenji Atoma." 

"Present," I replied, only for Aizawa's eyes to lock onto me for a prolonged moment before he moved on, 'What the hell was that about...Did he notice my tattoos and just decide not to say anything?' 

"Alright, that's everyone accounted for," Aizawa spoke in a monotone voice before he stepped out from behind the podium to address us, "While some of you may want to become heroes for fame, wealth, or to carry on the family legacy. Only one type of hero will graduate from my class…those who have utilized every last shred of their potential to stand above the rest. You all have taken that first step by placing into this class. But being in 1-A is far from enough to secure you a shot at being the best. During your years here at UA, you will be subject to my expectations, which I assure you will be steep. If, at any point, I believe you lack the potential to reach my standards, I will not hesitate to kick you out of my class and possibly from the school as a whole. Am I understood?" 

"Yes, sir!" 

Some people replied verbally, while others, including myself, nodded their heads. 

When Aizawa was confident he had made the impact he wanted, he nodded, "Good. Now you have five minutes to change into PE clothes and meet me at the training ground,d gamma. If you are late, don't bother showing up tomorrow. Your time started five seconds ago." 

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'Damnit, this is tight as well!? At least it stretches a little bit, but still, I feel like I'm being choked out and not in the fun way.' I pulled at the tight elastic material around my neck, but I stopped my fussing as Aizawa walked out to stand before the class, which had somehow managed to run to the locker rooms, change, and make it to the training grounds. 

"Good. Since all of you made it, we can begin. Today, your class will complete a quirk apprehension test. The test will be similar to the fitness apprehensions you completed in gym class with the expectation that you are allowed to use your quirks as the name suggests," Aizawa explained in a monotone voice, "While many of you have been discouraged from using your quirks, utilizing them properly and discovering their potential is one of if not the determining factor between an amateur hero and a pro. You must discover all of your strengths and weaknesses if you want even a shot at being one of the best." 

Aizawa paused for a moment as he glanced across the class before his eyes locked on mine, "Kenji Atoma." 

I took a step forward as Aizawa called my name, "Yes, Sir?" 

"You set the record for the practical exam, did you not?" Aizawa asked, but his tone made it clear that he was not impressed. 

"Yes, I did," I replied steadily, wondering the teacher's angle. 

"And when did you awaken your quirk?" 

Aizawa's second question caught me off guard, and I hesitated a second before responding, "Approximately four months ago." 

My classmate broke out into a series of quiet mutterings, and I could feel their eyes bore into the back of my head. 

"Quiet," Aizawa silenced the class with a glare before turning back to me, "Would you please come up and demonstrate your quirk with this baseball?" 

I blinked as Aizawa produced a baseball seemingly out of thin air but approached him nonetheless, "What should I do?" 

"Throw it as far as you can; the means don't matter. I only care about results," Aziawa replied as he stepped back and pulled out a scanner, his finger on the trigger. 

Taking the offered baseball, tossing it in the air, and catching it as I wracked my mind for ideas, 'I guess now is as good as any time to try it out.' 

I caught the ball one last time before holding out my free hand as my veins blackedened and swelled. Taking a steadying breath, Flux started to pool in my outstretched hand as a blueprint appeared in my mind. 

An elongated lattice perfectly bonded that it could stretch in any direction without strain, storing infinite potential energy as the bonds between molecules stretched only to instantly snap back into their original shape, returning all the built-up energy without wasting any heat, sound, or light.

A tranquility settled over my mind, and a distant sound echoed in my ears, a state I had become accustomed to whenever I peered beyond the realm of possibility. 

As the blueprint solidified with understanding, I plunged my other hand, wrapped around the baseball, into the liquid sphere of flux. Then, like drawing a bowstring, I pulled my hand back. The flux stretched as it slid off my fingers before latching onto the baseball, unwilling to let it go. 

There was no resistance as I pulled the flux back, stretching and thinning the sphere as it continued to hold onto the baseball. When my back arm was fully extended, I aimed my improvised slingshot up into the air at the angle before releasing my grip.