I. THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
The afternoon sun filtered through the high windows of Class 1-A, casting long, geometric shadows across the desks. The usual post-internship energy had settled into a localized hum of nervous tension. Shota Aizawa stood at the front, his yellow sleeping bag leaning against the wall, his gaze as sharp and unforgiving as a razor.
"All right. That's it for class today," Aizawa said, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that signaled the end of comfort. "There's only one week left before your final exams begin. I'm sure you're all studying constantly, right? And don't forget to keep training. The written exam is only one element. There's also the practical portion to worry about. Good luck."
The door hadn't even clicked shut before the atmosphere shattered.
"I've barely even taken notes this semester!" Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari shrieked in a terrified, high-pitched harmony.
Kaminari clutched his yellow hair, his eyes wide with the realization of his own mortality. "And with the sports festival and internship, I didn't have time to read the textbook! I'm doomed! I'm going to be a hero who can't even calculate sales tax!"
"We'd barely learned anything when we took our midterms," Rikido Sato added, looking over at Kirishima. "So they didn't seem all that hard, but I'm kinda worried about these."
Sherlock Sheets remained perfectly still, his chin resting on his hand as he watched the digital monitor flare to life. Aizawa had left the ranking list active.
UA MIDTERM RANKINGS: CLASS 1-A
1. Momo Yaoyorozu
2. Sherlock Sheets
3. Tenya Iida
4. Katsuki Bakugo
5. Izuku Midoriya
6. Shoto Todoroki
7. Ochaco Uraraka
8. Kyoka Jiro
9. Minoru Mineta
...
13. Mezo Shoji
14. Fumikage Tokoyami
...
18. Mina Ashido
19. Denki Kaminari
"Don't you know weirdo little creeps like you are only likable if they're kind of stupid?!" Kaminari turned his wrath on Mineta, who was sitting smugly at Rank 9. "Who's going to love you now?!"
"Everyone. Trust me," Mineta replied, his voice dripping with unearned confidence.
Midoriya, ever the optimist, turned in his seat to face the panicked group at the back. "Ashido, Kaminari! We've still got time to study! That way, we'll all get to go to the training camp together. Right?"
"Yes!" Iida agreed, his arms chopping the air in a 90-degree arc. "As class rep, I have high hopes that we'll make U.A. proud!"
Todoroki, leaning back in his chair, added a dry, icy comment that felt like a splash of cold water. "It's pretty hard to fail if you just pay attention in class, isn't it?"
"Why you gotta cut me down like that?!" Kaminari groaned, slumping onto his desk.
II. THE ARCHITECTS AND THE SILENT GROUP
Momo Yaoyorozu stood up, her expression a mix of regal poise and genuine enthusiasm. "Everyone! If you are struggling with the theoretical portions, I would be more than happy to host a study session at my home! I have extensive notes on the Hero Licensing Act and molecular biology!"
"Yaoyorozu! You're an angel!" Ashido cried, her hands clasped in prayer.
Momo's gaze drifted toward the desk behind her, where Sherlock was calmly filing a set of black-edged cards. "Sherlock-kun? You are ranked second. Perhaps if you joined us, we could divide the subjects? Your grasp of tactical math would be invaluable for those struggling with the logistics section."
Sherlock looked up, his emerald eyes reflecting the fluorescent lights. For a moment, the image of Momo's grand library flashed in his mind—the quiet, the scent of expensive tea, and the intellectual rhythm of working alongside her. But then, his gaze shifted to the corner of the room where Tokoyami and Shoji sat in their habitual silence.
"I appreciate the invitation, Yaoyorozu-san," Sherlock said, his voice a calm, level baritone. "However, I've already committed to a different variable. Tokoyami and Shoji have asked for a specialized breakdown of the combat-physics section. The 'Silent Group' requires a more... focused environment."
Tokoyami gave a solemn nod, Dark Shadow peeking briefly from his collar. "The Magician's logic resonates with the abyss."
Momo felt a strange, hollow sensation in her chest. He declined, she thought, her fingers tightening on the strap of her bag. He's choosing the shadows again. "I see," she said, maintaining her polite smile. "Your dedication to your peers is admirable, Sherlock-kun."
"It isn't just dedication," Sherlock noted, standing up. "It's optimization. If they fail, the class average drops by 5.4%. That's a variable I cannot allow. Good luck with your... 'mansion' session."
III. THE YAOYOROZU MANSION
The weekend arrived, and with it, the realization of just how different the "Elite" lived.
Kaminari, Ashido, Sero, Ojiro, and Jiro stood at the massive, wrought-iron gates of the Yaoyorozu estate. The driveway was longer than most city blocks, lined with perfectly manicured hedges and statues that looked like they belonged in a museum.
"Are we still in Japan?" Sero whispered, staring at the sprawling European-style manor.
"I think we accidentally crossed a border," Kaminari muttered, his jaw practically hitting the gravel.
Momo appeared at the grand entrance, wearing a casual but elegant dress. "Welcome! Please, come in! I've asked the staff to prepare the grand library. I've even managed to secure some high-grade tea leaves from London!"
As they walked through the marble foyer, the students were awestruck. The ceilings were vaulted, with chandeliers that shimmered like captive stars. Every hallway was a gallery of wealth and history.
"Whoa! Look at that vase! I bet it costs more than my life!" Ashido squealed, pointing to a ceramic piece near the stairs.
"Please, make yourselves at home," Momo said, her eyes bright with a joy that only comes from being truly needed. She led them into a library that looked like a temple to knowledge—thousands of leather-bound books, mahogany tables, and a quiet dignity that felt heavy.
As she began to lay out her meticulously color-coded notebooks, her thoughts briefly drifted away from the group. She looked at the empty chair at the end of the table, imagining Sherlock sitting there, his dark hair messy as he scribbled complex equations.
I wonder if the 'Silent Group' is finding his teaching as rigorous as he is, she thought. A subtle, fleeting sense of competition—and something warmer—fluttered in her mind. Next time... I'll have to make sure my invitation is a variable he can't ignore.
"Yaoyorozu! I don't understand this equation!" Kaminari's voice snapped her back to reality.
"Coming, Kaminari-san!" she replied, her face lighting up. "Let us begin with the fundamentals of Quirk-based thermodynamics!"
While the mansion echoed with the sounds of desperate studying and the clink of porcelain, miles away in a dim, quiet training hall, Sherlock sat between Tokoyami and Shoji. The only sound there was the scratching of pens and the low, steady voice of a boy who treated a textbook like a blueprint for victory.
One, the division is set! The written exams are approaching, and the class is split between the "Grand Mansion" and the "Silent Training."
I. THE CONTRAST OF KNOWLEDGE
The weekend before the finals was a study in polar opposites—one side draped in silk and porcelain, the other steeped in shadow and silence.
At the Yaoyorozu Estate, the air was thick with the scent of high-grade Earl Grey and the frantic scratching of pencils. Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, and Jiro sat around a mahogany table that could have easily seated thirty. Momo was in her element, her eyes shining as she moved from student to student, her explanations as intricate and beautiful as the tea sets they used.
"No, Kaminari-san! You have to factor in the coefficient of friction before you calculate the Quirk's kinetic output!" Momo urged, her hands moving gracefully as she illustrated a physics problem.
"My brain is melting, Yaoyorozu!" Kaminari groaned, slumping over a velvet-cushioned chair. "I can't feel my fingers anymore!"
"Eat another macaroon!" she encouraged, her voice a mix of a tutor and a gentle aristocrat. "Glucose is the primary fuel for cognitive function!"
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Meanwhile, across the city at Shoji's minimalist apartment, the scene was starkly different. There were no macaroons, no tea, and no velvet. Sherlock sat on the floor, surrounded by Tokoyami and Shoji. The only light came from a single lamp, casting long, sharp shadows against the walls.
"Understood," Shoji replied, his multiple ears twitching in focus. "It's about the frequency of the feedback."
Sherlock turned to Tokoyami, whose Dark Shadow was currently holding a highlighter. "Tokoyami, Dark Shadow's susceptibility to light is a variable of photon density. If the question asks about night-raid ethics, you must argue from the perspective of 'containment.' Control the darkness, don't just let it exist."
"The abyss is a fickle teacher," Tokoyami muttered, scribbling notes with intense focus. "But your logic provides a lantern, Sherlock."
"There is no abyss," Sherlock countered flatly. "Only unmapped data. Now, let's move on to the physics of high-altitude combat."
"Focus, Fumikage," Sherlock said, his voice a cold, steady tether. "Shoji, your Dupli-Arms are sensors. If you're fighting a stealth-based opponent, you don't look for them with your eyes. You calculate the displacement of air molecules. Here, look at the pressure gradient."
There was no laughter here, only the raw, clinical pursuit of survival. Sherlock wasn't teaching them to pass a test; he was teaching them to solve a battlefield. "If you fail the written exam, you're useless to the team," Sherlock stated, his red Crimson eyes flickering in the dim light. "Optimization is the only acceptable outcome."
II. THE CENTER PLAZA: THE VEIL LIFTED
The three days of written exams passed like a fever dream. By the time the class gathered at the Center Plaza for the practical portion, everyone looked physically and mentally drained—except for Sherlock, who stood with his arms crossed, his dark hair messy, looking as though he had already calculated every possible outcome of the day.
"Now, then," Aizawa began, his yellow sleeping bag discarded as he stood before the faculty. "Regarding the practical exam... I'm sure you've all heard the rumors from Kendo in Class 1-B."
"Yeah! Robots! Bring 'em on!" Kaminari cheered, trying to pump himself up.
"I'm sorry to say," a high-pitched, squeaky voice echoed from Aizawa's collar. Suddenly, Principal Nezu popped his head out of the teacher's scarf. "For various reasons, we're changing the format! From now on, we want to focus on person-to-person combat and survival against superior foes!"
The students gasped. The giant gates behind the teachers swung open, revealing the various battle zones.
"So, you won't be fighting robots," Nezu smiled, his beady eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "You'll be pairing up to fight... the UA faculty!"
The plaza went dead silent. The sheer weight of the power standing before them—All Might, Cementoss, Ectoplasm, Midnight, and Aizawa—felt like a physical crushing force.
"To pass," Nezu explained, "you have two choices. Either handcuff the teacher or have at least one student escape the designated battle stage within thirty minutes. But don't think it'll be easy. Even though we are teachers, we won't be holding back."
Aizawa stepped forward, holding up a pair of heavy, silver bands. "To level the playing field, we will be wearing these Ultra-Compressed Weights designed by the Support Course. They'll limit our movement and stamina by roughly half. But even at half-strength, a Pro is a Pro."
III. THE PAIRINGS OF FATE
Aizawa began reading from his clipboard, his voice like the tolling of a bell.
"The pairings were chosen with strategic intent. We have paired you based on your combat styles, grades, and—most importantly—your weaknesses."
"First: Sato and Kirishima vs. Cementoss. A test of endurance against overwhelming structural walls."
"Second: Asui and Tokoyami vs. Ectoplasm. A test of mobility in a crowded field."
Sherlock watched as his classmates were assigned. He noticed Momo's breathing becoming shallow. She was pale, her fingers interlaced so tightly they were turning white.
"And finally," Aizawa said, locking eyes with Sherlock. "A special pairing to test the limits of tactical displacement and leadership under pressure. Sherlock Sheets and Momo Yaoyorozu."
Momo gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. Sherlock didn't move, but his emerald eyes sharpened.
"Your opponent," Aizawa continued, a thin, predatory grin touching his lips, "will be me."
The class erupted in whispers."Eraser Head against the two smartest students?!""He can shut down their Quirks instantly! How are they supposed to fight?!"
Sherlock looked at Momo. She was staring at the ground, the confidence she had shown in her library completely evaporated. She looked like she was drowning in her own thoughts.
Weakness identified, Sherlock thought. Momo's indecisiveness versus my clinical detachment. And Aizawa... the man who erases the very logic we rely on.
He stepped toward her, his black hero suit rustling. "Yaoyorozu-san," he said, his voice cutting through her panic like a scalpel.
She looked up, her eyes wide. "Sherlock-kun... his Quirk. If he looks at us, I can't create anything. And you... you won't be able to manipulate your paper."
"Correct," Sherlock replied, his face a mask of terrifying calm. "But Aizawa-sensei made one error in his calculation."
"What's that?" she whispered.
Sherlock reached into his utility pouch and pulled out a single, heavy card made of compressed carbon-fiber paper. It was already hardened, already lethal. "He can erase our Quirks, but he cannot erase what we have already built. And he certainly cannot erase our minds."
He looked at the Urban District gate where their match would take place. "The Architect and the Magician. It's time to show him that some variables are too complex to be erased."
Momo looked at him, and for the first time that morning, a small spark of resolve flickered in her eyes. The Paper Magician wasn't afraid. And if he wasn't afraid, she couldn't afford to be either.
One, the stage is set! The teachers are ready, the weights are on, and the battle between the "Architects" and the "Eraser" is about to begin.
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I am thinking to write another mha fanfic choose which one i should start first The FF will start from next week Please all of you choose one
1. MHA:- The Devil footprint ( quirk based on shinra from fire force )
2. MHA:- The Creeping Hunger ( quirk based on Creeping Hunger artifact from lotm mc can have 5 quirk but have to killed that person to have it )
3. MHA:- The illustionist ( quirk based on loki illusion magic mc will be like an magician and tickster)
4. MHA:- Mr Fool ( quirk based on lotm fool pathway our mc will will be isekai and have fool pathway )