Hey lads.
How y'all doing.
It's been nearly two months since I last updated, so we have a lot to look forward to in this chapter.
Especially when you take into consideration where we left off…
So, let's hop right into it!
Start:
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over U.A. High's vast outdoor training field. The air was crisp, filled with the distant hum of city life and the murmurs of eager first-year students.
Class 1-A stood in a loosely formed line, some chatting amongst themselves, others still processing the absurd reality of their new homeroom teacher.
It wasn't everyday that a pro-hero suddenly became your teacher from out of nowhere.
Taking that into consideration, the murmurs of the students were only natural as even fifteen minutes after the big reveal, they couldn't help but talk about it.
"I still can't believe it," Mineta whispered, his short frame practically vibrating with excitement. His wide, beady eyes darted toward Mirko, who stood with her arms crossed a few meters ahead, her crimson gaze scanning the students like a predator analyzing its prey. "We got Mirko as our homeroom teacher! Do you know how lucky we are? She's one of the hottest—uh, strongest heroes in the world!"
Ojiro, standing beside him with his arms folded, chuckled at the guy's choice of words. "I hear ya, it's honestly insane. And pretty exciting too."
Some of the boys, Sero, Kaminari, Sato, couldn't help but join in, discussing among them about this exciting development.
But it wasn't just the boys.
Further down the line, a group of girls shared their own reactions. Mina Ashido bounced on the balls of her feet, her pink skin practically glowing under the sun. "Holy crap, I still can't believe it either! Like, Mirko? The Mirko? Teaching us? We're gonna be so badass!"
Tsuyu Asui, her large, round eyes blinking slowly, nodded. "It's unexpected, kero. But it also means our training is going to be… intense."
"I don't mind!" Toru Hagakure, the invisible girl, waved her hands in the air, made evident with how her gloves waved in the air, poor invisible girl. "If Mirko's our teacher, we're definitely gonna be stronger than any other class!"
As the chatter continued, Naruto stood toward the middle of the group, hands tucked into his pockets. His eyes, sharp and calculating, lingered on Mirko. His amusement was evident—this was an interesting turn of events. When he had joined U.A., he had expected to blend in quietly while keeping an eye on Bee's antics.
He also expected helping Bee with his love life, that was why he joined in the first place.
But he hadn't expected this.
Mirko being here made things… complicated. She was one of the few people persistent enough to chase after his alter ego, and now she was his teacher? That was one hell of a twist. He would have to be careful, even if he was confident his cover was solid.
Then again, it also made things more fun.
And if he was being truthful, maybe like this, he could start…I don't know, slowly unfurl his identity? He'd have to think about that for a bit.
Mirko clapped her hands together, snapping everyone's attention to her. "Alright, listen up, brats! I know most of you are still starstruck, but we're wasting daylight. Time to get to work."
Silence fell over the class, everyone standing a little straighter.
"The previous homeroom teacher, Aizawa, had a tradition. First day? No orientation, no icebreakers. Just a Quirk Evaluation Test. You're heroes in training—there's no time for easing into things. We need to know where you stand."
The students exchanged uneasy glances.
"But!" Mirko's grin widened, showing off sharp canines. "We're doing it my way. Not only are we running the usual tests, but once we're done, each of you is gonna spar with me. You just have to last two minutes."
The reaction was immediate.
"Two minutes?!" Kaminari gawked. "That's insane! We'll be dead in five seconds!"
Iida, ever the responsible one, adjusted his glasses rapidly. "Mirko-sensei, with all due respect, I don't believe any of us have the capabilities to last two whole minutes against a top-five pro hero!"
"You're right," Mirko said without missing a beat, her arms folding over her chest. "Most of you won't. But you'll damn well try. And I have even better news for you all."
Oh uh…
"Those who I find lacking, those who don't meet my set of standards…are going to be expelled, and guess what! I can do that!" She said that last part quickly just as the students, whose face were beginning to pale, were ready to interrupt and protest.
Mirko smirked cockily. "You all might think its unfair. And it is, but out there no villain gives a damn if the odds are fair against you. And families and innocent people out there need you no matter how unfair your chances. So the way I see it. You either pass with my standards, or you don't and are expelled, but are at least alive to do something else."
It sounded cruel. But what was crueler was having so many lives depend on you, and you being inadequate to rise up and overcome the odds.
That was something she had understood from a young age, and she was going to drill this into their heads, whether they liked it or not.
Naruto resisted the urge to smirk. Now this was interesting. He didn't mind the quirk tests—he'd already planned to hold back enough to remain under the radar. But a spar? That required a whole different level of restraint. He knew how Mirko fought. If he wasn't careful, she'd pick up on something.
He'd have to play weak.
Well, not weak. Just… believably strong for someone like him. And he'd have to fight in a style that didn't resemble his normal one… sadly.
Mirko turned, grabbing a standard-sized softball from the nearby box. "We'll start with the pitching test." She turned and tossed the ball toward Bakugo. "You're up first."
Bakugo caught it effortlessly, his jaw tightening the moment Mirko continued speaking.
"In the entrance exam, you had the second-highest score overall."
The class murmured in surprise, a few looking toward Bakugo with intrigue.
"Second-highest?" Kaminari whispered. "Damn, how high was his score?"
"He did score the highest in villain destruction points," Momo added thoughtfully, having paid attention to the exam entrance results. "Which means someone else had higher rescue points…"
Bakugo grit his teeth, his knuckles whitening as he clenched the ball. It pissed him off that he wasn't first. It had been eating at him ever since the results were posted. He stomped forward to the marked throwing area, cracking his neck as he prepared.
Mirko pointed to the circle drawn on the ground. "Stand there and throw it as far as you can. No holding back, use your quirk."
Bakugo scoffed. "Like I ever hold back."
Naruto watched with mild curiosity as the explosive blond took his stance, shoulders tense with anticipation. He'd seen Bakugo fight before—aggressive, determined, prideful to a fault. The guy had talent, no doubt about it, but he was predictable.
Bakugo pulled his arm back, explosions crackling in his palm. Then—
"DIE!"
BOOM!
The explosion sent the ball flying, disappearing into the sky like a shooting star. The wind howled as the impact shook the ground beneath them. The class watched in stunned silence, some shielding their faces from the residual heat.
Mirko checked the device in her hand before turning it to the class.
705.2 meters.
Bakugo turned back, his usual smirk firmly in place. "That good enough for ya?"
The murmurs resumed, this time with even more awe.
"Damn…" Kirishima muttered. "That's some serious power."
More comments followed, the class impressed with what they witnessed.
Mirko hummed, her sharp eyes scanning Bakugo's form before glancing back at the rest of the students. "Not bad. But power alone won't make you the best."
Bakugo clicked his tongue but said nothing.
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The air was tense as Bakugo and Iida stood shoulder to shoulder at the starting line. The track stretched before them, the finish line tauntingly distant.
Iida's engine-like calves hummed, faint blue flames flickering from his exhaust pipes. Bakugo, on the other hand, was rolling his shoulders, sparks crackling in his palms.
Mirko stood nearby, clipboard in hand, her expression unreadable.
"Ready... GO!"
Iida exploded forward, his engines roaring as he tore down the track. His movements were fluid, practiced, like a machine built for speed.
Bakugo wasn't far behind. His explosions blasted him forward, propelling him with enough force to scorch the track beneath him.
The class watched in silent awe as the two raced toward the finish line, neither slowing.
Iida crossed first—3.04 seconds.
Bakugo followed, 4.13 seconds.
"Tch." Bakugo clicked his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Damn nerd's engines…"
Iida adjusted his glasses, his breathing steady as he stated with concealed pride.. "Speed is my specialty."
Mirko barely glanced up, jotting down their times.
"Next—Kirishima and Kaminari."
The pair stepped up, Kirishima stretching his arms while Kaminari shook out his hands.
"I'm more of a tank, not a sprinter," Kirishima muttered.
Kaminari shrugged. "As long as I don't trip, I'll call it a win."
Mirko gave the signal. "GO!"
Kaminari launched forward, keeping decent form. He wasn't particularly fast, but his lighter frame helped him keep pace.
Kirishima, meanwhile, was struggling. His heavier build meant he lacked the quick burst others had.
Kaminari finished in 5.01 seconds.
Kirishima followed in 5.90 seconds.
Panting slightly, Kirishima grinned sheepishly. "Yeah… saw that coming."
Mirko didn't react, simply writing down their numbers.
"Next—Asui and Uraraka."
Tsuyu crouched low, her frog-like legs tense, while Ochako took a deep breath.
At the go signal, Tsuyu leaped forward in powerful, fluid motions. Each bound covered more ground than a normal sprint would.
Ochako, though giving her best effort, was nowhere near as fast.
Tsuyu finished in 5.89 seconds.
Ochako followed at 7.23 seconds.
As they regrouped, Ochako huffed and pouted. "I gotta work on my speed…"
Tsuyu nodded. "It wasn't bad, kero."
Mirko noted the results, already moving on.
"Next—Sero and Jirou."
Sero rolled his shoulders, shaking out his arms. "Alright, let's do this."
Jirou shrugged, flicking one of her earlobes. "Just don't expect me to be fast."
As the signal rang, Sero took long strides, covering the distance smoothly. Jirou followed, though her smaller frame and lack of sprint training slowed her down.
Sero finished in 4.78 seconds.
Jirou clocked in at 6.34 seconds.
She sighed, shaking her head. "Figures."
Mirko remained unfazed, already looking ahead.
"Next—Todoroki and Naruto."
The atmosphere shifted slightly.
All eyes turned toward Naruto, curiosity buzzing beneath the surface. There was a reason why, and said reason being that his name was listed atop the entrance exam results. The highest scorer and the one who beat Bakugou.
Which also explained why Bakugou glared daggers at him from behind.
Todoroki stood calm, his expression unreadable. Naruto, in contrast, was casually rolling his shoulders, looking relaxed, almost lazy.
Mirko gave the signal.
"GO!"
Todoroki immediately formed ice beneath his feet, gliding forward with minimal effort. His movements were smooth, his control near-perfect.
Naruto?
He just ran.
No quirk activation, no flashy enhancements—just pure, natural speed. His legs powered forward, his form efficient and controlled.
The gap between them was nearly nonexistent.
Todoroki finished at 3.91 seconds.
Naruto followed at 2.42 seconds.
A small wave of amazed murmurs rippled through the class, those who weren't murmuring were too astonished to speak.
Poor Iida in particular couldn't contain his shock as he gasped. "He's faster than me!?"
No shit dipshit.
Todoroki himself glanced at Naruto, eyes slightly narrowed.
Naruto grinned, unfazed. "Guess my legs work fine."
Mirko's ear twitched slightly, but she made no comment, simply writing down the result.
"…Next."
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The class gathered around the grip strength devices, each student preparing to test their raw power.
Mirko stood to the side. "Don't suck."
It took everything within Naruto to not burst out in laughter as some of the students sent annoyed glances at their new and smoking hot teacher.
First up, Mineta.
25kg.
He groaned. "Seriously?!"
…
Poor guy…
…
Next, Sero.
41kg.
Then, Kaminari.
45kg.
Kirishima cracked his knuckles, hardening his arms.
142kg.
"Hell yeah! That's manly!"
Shouji stepped up next, his multiple arms wrapping around the device.
438kg.
The class stared.
"Dude…" Kirishima muttered.
Momo went next, creating a reinforcement brace for her grip.
1,700kg.
Jirou blinked. "That's terrifying."
Finally, Naruto stepped forward.
He gripped the device, squeezing just enough to seem ridiculously strong, but not impossible.
The screen beeped.
626kg.
The class stared again.
This time in even more astonishment as he beat Shouji's score who had multiple arms. It was one thing for Momo to beat Shouji, she used a device that helped her. But Naruto had no such thing to help.
Kaminari raised a brow. "Dude, what do you eat?"
Naruto chuckled. "A lot."
Mirko's eyes lingered on Naruto for half a second longer than normal.
She noted the number without reacting.
"…Next test."
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Time passed, and now Class 1-A stood in a loose semicircle around Mirko, all eyes focused on her and the large digital scoreboard behind her, which displayed the results of the previous seven tests.
Despite the varying levels of fatigue, the class had one last test to complete.
Mirko cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders as she stood before them. "Alright, brats. This is the eighth and final test—ball throws."
The weight of that statement sank in, causing a mixture of reactions. Some students exhaled in relief at the finish line being in sight. Others tensed, knowing this was their last chance to impress—or redeem themselves.
Mirko tapped her clipboard. "Since Bakugo already went earlier, we're skipping him. The rest of you, step up when I call your name."
Kirishima took a deep breath, clenching his fists. "Man, I am wiped."
"No kidding," Kaminari groaned. "This has been brutal."
Standing a little apart, Izuku swallowed hard, his hands clenching at his sides. This is my last chance to prove myself… and I've already done so badly…
Mirko didn't wait for hesitation. "Kirishima, you're up first."
Kirishima grinned and walked toward the marked circle. Taking the baseball Mirko tossed to him, he gripped it tightly before activating his Quirk. His arms took on their hardened, rock-like texture, muscles tensing as he pulled his arm back and launched the ball with all his strength.
It soared through the sky, cutting through the air before disappearing into the distance. The class collectively turned their heads, waiting for Mirko to check the reading.
"498.2 meters," she announced without much reaction, jotting it down.
Kirishima beamed. "Not bad, right?"
"Manly as hell," Kaminari confirmed, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Next—Satou."
The broad-shouldered student popped a sugar cube into his mouth, his body swelling with muscle as his Quirk activated. His veins bulged as he wound back his arm, gripping the baseball like it was a stress toy.
With a grunt, he hurled it.
Mirko checked the results. "537.6 meters."
Satou wiped his forehead, his sugar rush already starting to wear off.
Then—
"Yaoyorozu."
Momo stepped forward confidently, though there was a flicker of nerves as she adjusted her uniform. This was a perfect opportunity to showcase her Quirk's versatility.
As she stepped forward, a quiet murmur rippled through the class. They had already seen what she was capable of during the grip test, but they were all curious about how she would tackle this one.
She took a breath, activating her Quirk.
Her skin glowed faintly as a massive cylindrical object began to emerge from her lower torso.
As the cannon took form, she instinctively turned her back to the class to avoid any unnecessary exposure. However, from Mirko's angle, the sight was clear as day.
A fully functional war-grade cannon extended outward from her midsection, the metal gleaming under the sunlight.
The class, upon realizing what she was making, reacted instantly.
"W-Whoa! A full-on cannon!?" Kaminari exclaimed.
"She's something else…" Jirou muttered, eyebrows raised.
Momo, ignoring the murmurs, aimed the cannon toward the sky, loading the baseball inside. With a mechanical whir, the cannon charged up, a slight glow forming near the base before—
BOOM!
The ground shook slightly from the force. The baseball became a speck, vanishing into the sky before dropping somewhere far beyond normal sight.
The class stood in stunned silence as Mirko checked the reading.
"2,231.6 meters," she announced.
A ripple of awe passed through the class. The highest so far.
Momo exhaled, allowing the cannon to break down into nothingness before stepping back with as much dignity as she could muster.
"Y'know," Naruto muttered under his breath, "that's pretty cool."
Next was Ochako.
Still buzzing with energy from seeing Momo's result, she stepped up, a determined smile on her face.
"Alright, let's do this!"
She took the ball in her hand and lightly tapped it, activating her Quirk. The moment the weight vanished, she wound back her arm and gave it a simple toss, sending the ball upward.
The entire class watched as the baseball continued to ascend… and ascend… and ascend—until it disappeared entirely.
There was silence.
Mirko looked down at her device.
Her brows lifted slightly before she let out a sudden, loud laugh.
"Hah! Now that's a hell of a loophole," she snickered, turning the device so the class could see.
∞
Infinite meters.
A beat of silence passed before the realization hit.
"Wait, what?" Kaminari gawked. "She broke the test?!"
"That's incredible, kero," Tsuyu noted, blinking in surprise.
Even Naruto, who had expected something weird to happen, couldn't help but chuckle. That's one way to win.
Ochako fist-pumped the air, beaming. "Yes! I actually did something cool!"
Mirko clapped her on the shoulder. "Not bad, kid. Smart use of your ability."
Then, she turned to the blonde who performed the best thus far out of all tests.
"Uzumaki, you're up."
Oh… well who was he to deny her? He walked towards her before coming to a stop inside the circle, a grin on his face. Naruto didn't need anything fancy. No tricks, no flashy explosions. He just needed to throw.
His body tensed slightly, muscles coiling like springs as he reared his arm back.
Then—
With a sharp inhale—he launched it.
The ball screamed through the air, the sheer force of the throw cutting through the wind like a blade. A faint whistle followed as it traveled an immense distance before beginning its inevitable descent.
Mirko barely glanced at her reading before calling it out.
"1,169 meters."
The class stared, at this point they shouldn't be surprised… and yet they were.
Kirishima blinked. "Wait—what?"
"That's insane," Sero muttered.
Even Todoroki's eyes flickered with interest and caution.
Naruto, ever the showman, stretched his arms behind his head lazily. "Eh. Could've been better."
Mirko made no comment, though her crimson eyes flickered toward him for a split second longer than necessary before she marked it down.
Then—
"Midoriya."
Izuku's stomach plummeted.
His legs felt locked in place as his breath hitched.
'This is my last chance.'
His hands trembled as he stepped forward, feeling the weight of every single terrible score hanging over him.
His grip on the baseball was tight enough to hurt.
'I can't afford to fail.'
Standing off to the side, some of the students murmured amongst themselves.
"Midoriya's looking… really nervous," Sero observed.
"He hasn't done well so far, not bad, but not good either," Jirou noted sympathetically.
Tsuyu's large, round eyes blinked slowly. "Kero. He hasn't even used his Quirk yet."
They all knew Midoriya had a Quirk—it was common sense. But he hadn't used it once since. The only ones who had a guess as to why were Iida, Uraraka, Jirou, and Naruto.
The former three due to having witnessed the state of his arm when he saved Jirou in the entrance exam from the zero pointer. And Naruto from him making that educated guess that since it was not originally his power, most likely his body was not strong enough to handle it, at least not in its current state.
Iida, watching tensely from the side, adjusted his glasses, his expression firm but concerned. Midoriya…
Mirko, standing a few meters away, crossed her arms, watching Izuku with sharp, piercing eyes.
She had been keeping tabs on him all day.
She had seen everything—his careful, restrained movements, his desperate attempts to keep up, his complete avoidance of his own Quirk.
She had met plenty of students who were weak before. Plenty of students who were scared.
But Midoriya… He wasn't just scared. He was hesitant in a way that didn't fit the mold of a kid who lacked confidence.
No.
He was deliberately holding back.
She could see it in the way he moved, in the way he controlled his breath, in the way his fingers trembled around that baseball.
This wasn't just a lack of ability—this was restraint born from fear.
Her crimson eyes narrowed.
She had no patience for hesitation. A hero's job wasn't to sit around, wishing they could do better. A hero had to fight, no matter what the odds were, no matter how unfair it was. Villains wouldn't wait for them to be ready. People would die if they hesitated.
Mirko exhaled sharply, then spoke.
"Use your Quirk."
Izuku's head snapped up, his breath catching in his throat.
"If you don't," Mirko continued, her voice completely void of emotion, "you're expelled."
The words dropped like a bomb, suffocating the already heavy atmosphere.
Silence.
Not even a whisper from the class.
Izuku's eyes widened in sheer panic. His grip on the ball tightened so hard his knuckles turned white.
Expelled?
He froze. His body locked up. His throat felt like it was closing.
Expelled.
No second chances.
No more U.A.
No more All Might.
No more dream.
His heart pounded so hard it hurt. His body refused to move, his breath coming in shallow bursts. His vision blurred at the edges as panic threatened to completely consume him.
No. No, no, no—
He had to think—he had to move—he had to do something—
I'll break my arm again.
I can't afford to break anything.
I can't afford to fail.
I have to—
And then, suddenly—
The answer came.
A flash of inspiration.
A way out.
He didn't have to use his whole body.
He didn't even have to use his whole arm.
What if he focused it only at the tip of his finger?
Not even for a full second. Just in the last moment before release.
It was insane. It was reckless.
But he had no choice.
His breath hitched.
Then—his body moved.
Izuku stepped into his throw, his entire body twisting as he swung his arm back.
Then—
BOOM!
The moment the baseball left his fingertips, a shockwave erupted from the force. A fierce gust of wind blasted outward, kicking up dust and loose debris.
The ball vanished into the sky.
A piercing whistle rang through the air as it soared—farther, farther, farther—until it finally descended, landing somewhere beyond sight.
The class was stunned.
Mirko glanced at the reading on her device, her brow raising ever so slightly.
705.3 meters.
She turned the screen so the class could see.
A ripple of shock spread through them.
"No way…" Kaminari murmured.
"He did it," Jirou whispered in relief, eyes wide.
Ochako let out a breath, grinning in relief. "I knew you could do it, Midoriya!"
Iida smiled, adjusting his glasses with pride. "Incredible work."
As for Naruto….Naruto snickered.
Not a quiet chuckle. Not a muffled laugh. A full-on, barely-contained snort of amusement, and the reason why?
705.3 meters.
That was 0.1 meters more than Bakugo's throw, it was honestly funny, and Naruto could feel what was about to happen next.
And then—
"WHAT THE HELL, DEKU?!"
Bakugo exploded.
A wave of pure rage radiated from him as he stomped forward, eyes wild with fury. His hands crackled with explosions, his teeth bared like an animal.
"You little bastard! You think you can just—"
He lunged.
Or rather—he tried to.
Because in a blink, Mirko moved.
A white-and-red blur slammed into Bakugo like a missile.
Then—BOOM.
The ground shook as Bakugo was driven face-first into the dirt.
A sharp gasp rippled through the class as everyone's heads snapped toward the scene.
Mirko had Bakugo pinned.
Her knee was pressed against the back of his neck, her arms twisting his own behind his back.
Bakugo let out a furious snarl, his body thrashing beneath her grip—but it was useless.
He wasn't getting up.
"WHAT THE FU—?! LET GO, DAMN RABBIT!" he roared, struggling.
Mirko barely reacted. She adjusted her grip, pressing down harder.
"Nah."
Naruto—watching from the sidelines—howled with laughter.
"AHAHAHA! Oh, man! This is—pfft—this is the best thing I've seen all day!"
Mirko didn't even acknowledge the laughter. Instead, she pressed down harder, forcing Bakugo's cheek even deeper into the dirt.
"Lesson one, brats," she said, voice calm. "If you lose, take it like a damn professional."
Bakugo snarled, his entire body tense with rage.
Mirko leaned down slightly, her voice dropping.
"I don't care how pissed you are," she muttered. "You throw a tantrum like a damn child, and I'll break your pride in half."
Bakugo was fuming. But he stopped struggling.
Mirko smirked. "Good answer."
Then, just as easily as she had pinned him—she let him go.
Bakugo pushed himself up, spitting dirt out of his mouth, his entire body radiating frustration.
Mirko stretched, cracking her knuckles.
"Alright," she said. "That wraps up the tests."
She turned toward the class.
"Time for your results."
A tense silence hung over Class 1-A as Mirko tapped at her device, finalizing the test results. The students, sweaty and exhausted, shifted uncomfortably in place. Some fidgeted, some wiped their brows, others held their breath. They had been pushed to their limits in every physical aspect, and now the moment of judgment had arrived.
Mirko didn't immediately acknowledge the tension. Instead, she turned the tablet toward them, allowing the entire class to see the rankings. A large digital screen displayed the scores, each name listed beside their respective placements.
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Final Rankings – Quirk Evaluation Test
1st – Naruto Uzumaki
2nd – Momo Yaoyorozu
3rd – Shoto Todoroki
4th – Katsuki Bakugo
5th – Tenya Iida
6th – Mezo Shoji
7th – Rikido Satou
8th – Eijiro Kirishima
9th – Tsuyu Asui
10th – Ochako Uraraka
11th – Fumikage Tokoyami
12th – Izuku Midoriya
13th – Hanta Sero
14th – Yuga Aoyama
15th – Denki Kaminari
16th – Mina Ashido
17th – Kyoka Jiro
18th – Mashirao Ojiro
19th – Toru Hagakure
20th – Minoru Mineta
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A mixture of emotions swept through the class. Those ranked higher stood a little straighter, while those toward the bottom struggled to keep their faces neutral.
Naruto, standing at the top of the list, stretched lazily and gave a satisfied nod. "Heh. Not bad," he muttered to himself, though inwardly, he had made sure not to rank too outrageously high. He was already drawing eyes—no need to make himself a walking mystery right out of the gate.
Momo, seeing herself in second place, folded her arms and exhaled in relief. She had expected to do well, but seeing it confirmed gave her a sense of satisfaction.
Todoroki, ever unreadable, barely reacted. A slight nod of acknowledgment was all he gave before looking away.
Then there was Bakugo.
His eye twitched.
Fourth.
Not first.
Not second.
Not third.
But Fucking Fourth!
He wasn't even in the top three.
His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, his teeth grinding audibly.
That damn nerd had gotten twelfth, but that wasn't the issue. No, what really made his blood boil was that Todoroki and Yaoyorozu along with that freak Naruto had outperformed him.
This is bullshit… he seethed internally, barely able to contain himself.
Meanwhile, Izuku, still coming down from the adrenaline rush of his ball throw, swallowed hard when he saw his name in twelfth place. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either.
I didn't get last… he thought with a flicker of relief. I still have a chance…
Iida, ranked in fifth place, adjusted his glasses with a sharp nod. The placement was reasonable, but it also served as motivation to push himself harder.
Ochako, in tenth, blinked in mild surprise. "Whoa. I actually did better than I thought," she murmured.
Tsuyu, ranked ninth, simply gave a small nod. "Kero. That's fine."
Mineta, dead last, visibly deflated, his face paling. "I… I'm gonna die…" he whispered.
The class barely had time to process their results before Mirko spoke.
"Alright, brats," she said, crossing her arms. "That's where you stand."
Her words sent another ripple of tension through them.
Then she continued, her sharp eyes scanning the class with an intensity that made them feel like prey under a predator's gaze.
"But I don't actually give a damn about numbers."
Silence.
The class exchanged confused glances.
Mirko smirked. "I'm not some math teacher handing out gold stars. Rankings are nice and all, but what actually matters to me is potential. Heart. The guts to go beyond and overcome the odds."
The weight of her words settled over them like a boulder.
Some gulped. Others straightened their backs. Some—like Bakugo—gritted their teeth in frustration.
The air was thick with uncertainty, and then Mirko delivered the real hit.
"So here's the deal—there are a few of you that I don't think are cut out to be here."
The blood in their veins turned ice-cold.
Jaws tightened. Hands clenched. The entire class held their breath.
"I won't say names," Mirko continued casually, as if she hadn't just threatened to expel them, "but let's just say that a few of you are sitting on a razor's edge."
Mineta nearly collapsed. Izuku's heart thudded in his chest. Even some of the mid-ranked students felt an uneasy pit form in their stomachs.
She let the tension stretch for several long seconds before cracking her knuckles.
"But I'm not kicking anyone out—yet."
A collective breath of air was released, though nobody dared relax just yet.
Mirko's smirk widened. "I'm giving those of you who I think aren't hero material a chance to prove me wrong."
Some of the students stiffened, glancing at each other.
She lifted her chin, eyes gleaming with challenge.
"And that chance comes now."
She turned sharply on her heel and began walking.
"Follow me," she ordered. "We're heading to the gym."
The class stood frozen for half a second before scrambling to follow.
As they moved, the weight of what was coming settled over them.
This wasn't over.
End.
Ooof, I feel bad for them.
They gonna get rekt!
I hope you all liked the chapter, it was pretty fun to write.
And as you've obviously summarized, it's the next chapter where we actually see some action!
That's all I have to say for now.
Take care lads.
Peace.