My Hero Academia: Aura Farming

[Sorhun]

(A/N: How was all the aura farming? Decided to add a few style points by banging on the zero pointer before deciding to destroy it for good.

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Not enough, we need more. Give us all the aura you can, and then some more.

 

[MorbiIIionaire]

A black-haired youth stood calmly at the edge of a building, arms crossed as he observed the battlefield from above. His long coat fluttered behind him in the wind, hair swaying as he remained perfectly still, framed against the sky.

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We see the fit picc- oh its not him lmao.

Spoiler: OG Aura Farmer

Also given how well he did against Gigantomachia while weaker, I suprised he didnt destroy the Zero pointer in the first hit. Good control of power just to show off. Nedzu would prolly be the only one to note that though.

Would be funny if izuku fails because of this,

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I think Mineta is the only one in this group.

 

[Sliverhero]

Also given how well he did against Gigantomachia while weaker, I suprised he didnt destroy the Zero pointer in the first hit. Good control of power just to show off. Nedzu would prolly be the only one to note that though.

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I think he can but he wouldn't be able to harvest as much aura as he could if he one shotted it

I think Mineta is the only one in this group.

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He just saw mineta, so we don't know who else is in the group, so it might not be just mineta that got hit by the Aura farming MC.

There was only one zero pointer for the test in canon that was just destoryed. Izuku needed that to get the points he needed to pass by resucing urakra which now isnt possible.
But all it means he would be sent to general studies instead.
Which could lead to gran tronio being called early because All might wouldn't have the time to help train izuku now since he is the teacher for the hero classes.
And later on izuku, can end up joining the hero class

 

[Persnickety_Sandwich]

I think Mineta is the only one in this group.

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Gonna miss that little weirdo. If UA has more than 1 zero pointer, then they need to have their money printer confiscated.

 

[Gnova]

I think that the assumption here is that there is only 1 zero pointer, and that's the only way Izuku gained any points in canon. If that school has more than 1 zero pointer, then they also have a money printer.

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Dont they use multiple zero pointers on the run thing of the festival thing?

 

[Persnickety_Sandwich]

Dont they use multiple zero pointers on the run thing of the festival thing?

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Not sure. I only recall the one.

If they do, then I would like another My Hero Academia anime featuring the underpaid and overworked school accountants who have to justify the giant robot expense budget to overpaid/underworked government bureaucrats and eccentric private donors.

 

[LeonT]

"What a fuckin tryhard," Bakugo mumbled enviously, trying and failing to hide his erection.

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....If this Bakugo was a girl I would fear for our guy's virginity.

Hell. I still do.

 

[Despacitoleo]

We see the fit picc- oh its not him lmao.

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nah there was another many years ago before piccolo

even his name was lost to Me

mainly cause of my memory BUT STILL

im always looking for the OG aura farmer but you best belive piccolo is mear bottom barrel of aura farming compared to the legends

 

[Sliverhero]

nah there was another many years ago before piccolo

even his name was lost to Me

mainly cause of my memory BUT STILL

im always looking for the OG aura farmer but you best belive piccolo is mear bottom barrel of aura farming compared to the legends

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Wouldn't that be darth vader

 

[Hickity]

fullyovertaken

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Needs some spaces.

Thanks for the chappy.

 

[Despacitoleo]

Wouldn't that be darth vader

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yes and some other few I gotta flipping research this man lol

 

[Sliverhero]

yes and some other few I gotta flipping research this man lol

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True also on a different note.
With how messed up the mha universe in the background really is the only one who might remeber who the character darth vader is All for one.

 

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Thirty minutes after the exam ended, and after receiving information about when they would be able to check their results, the examinees began leaving U.A.'s facilities in waves.

Amid the mass of teenagers heading out, two stood out, as the crowd seemed to give them far more space than it did anyone else.

"Phew… those were easily the most hectic ten minutes of my life… even more if we count the waiting time before the exam," Jiro said, letting out a relieved sigh.

Taka nodded, though he didn't look even remotely as tired as she did.

She noticed immediately and deadpanned. "Why the heck are you nodding? You probably had it easy. I overheard some guys who were in the same battle center as you, they said you went and toppled that huge robot that appeared at the end."

"Fighting was the easy part," Taka replied, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "The rest wasn't."

'Constantly searching for cameras and good aura-farming spots was a pain,' he added inwardly.

Jiro didn't look convinced. "I mean, I knew your telekinesis was strong after seeing how you dealt with those delinquents months ago… but I didn't think it was strong enough to take down a giant robot."

"You never asked." He answered matter-of-factly.

She snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Then what even is your Quirk? You always answer with 'something like that,' so I never actually learned what it is. And there's no way a simple telekinesis Quirk has that much… power."

Taka took a moment before answering, glancing to the side as if considering it.

"It's called Muscle to Mind," he said at last. "The stronger my physical body is, the stronger my telekinesis becomes."

'Or at least, that's what's registered under my name,' he thought.

Fortunately, Nezu hadn't seemed to mind the misleading description, mentioning that it could be adjusted into a more appropriate one over time once Taka began showing more abilities.

After all, Quirks evolving—or revealing their true nature, different from what was thought in a beginning—wasn't unheard of.

And in his case, being a late bloomer benefited him even more since he'd barely had any time to explore it compared to someone who'd had their Quirk their whole life.

However, although Nezu did advise him to show his other abilities so they could adjust his Quirk's description over time, he did clarify that slow changes were preferable, as anything too abrupt would raise suspicion and link him to his Rockinesis identity.

'Still,' Taka thought, 'holding back all these abilities without using them is starting to itch.'

He had plenty of time to train and refine them—but very few chances to actually use them and show them off.

His inner aura farmer was being edged, and he didn't like it.

'Well, U.A. isn't far off. I'll have plenty of opportunities there,' he reassured himself, smirking inwardly.

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice that instead of the matter being clarified, Jiro now looked even more confused.

"But… is it exponential or something?" she asked. "Because you definitely don't look like someone who could smash a giant robot with his bare hands."

"I could," Taka replied without hesitation.

"Pfft—yeah, right," Jiro scoffed, amused for a moment.

But when Taka didn't laugh—and instead remained completely serious—her smile slowly faded.

"…Seriously?"

Taka nodded, glancing at her. "Wanna see?"

She raised an eyebrow. "How? I don't see any robots around."

"I could lift you…"

Jiro's face turned awkward. "That's a bit..."

"—and throw you into the sky. Then I'd just catch you with my telekinesis."

She deadpanned. "Please don't."

Taka rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself."

A brief silence followed, both of them lost in their own thoughts about what had just been said.

Eventually, Jiro spoke up again, shooting him a smirk.

"By the way, how do you think you did? Enough to claim first place as you said before?"

Taka smiled faintly. "Easily."

"Whoa, not even a second of humility with you," Jiro laughed.

"I'm pretty sure I destroyed over seventy percent of the robots in the entire stage… That, plus the rescue points I probably earned after taking down that huge robot, should've put me in first place without much trouble."

"R-rescue points?" Jiro asked, startled—like someone who had just found out an already finished exam had an entirely hidden section they hadn't seen.

Taka fell silent for a moment.

'Right. They didn't tell us that,' he mused, pursing his lips but keeping it off his face.

"Yeah… rescue points. They, uh…" His mind kicked into overdrive, scrambling for an excuse. "I overheard some guys talking about a secret gimmick. Apparently, the faculty also awarded points for heroic actions during the exam, not just for destroying robots…"

"Who said that?" Jiro asked, worried.

"Hmm… some random guy in my battle center. But honestly, it sounds like something a hero school would do, so I figured it was true."

She looked shaken by the information. "Y-yeah, it does make sense… Did I help anyone during the exam? I think I did—How do they even evaluate that? Like, does saving one person equal one point or something?"

Taka shrugged.

"No idea."

"Come on, Takahashi. You can't just drop info like that and leave me hanging."

He averted his gaze. "The guy I overheard didn't seem to know much either."

"Dammit." Jiro clicked her tongue. "What if the others in my stage knew and scored more points than I did because of it?"

He glanced at her with a faintly guilty look. He'd overspoken, and now she was clearly worried.

After a moment of thought, he spoke again.

"I'm sure not many people knew. You'll probably be fine. And even if you didn't get many of those points, everyone else's Quirks weren't anything special. You should pass easily just off the robot points."

"Ugh… hopefully."

She still didn't look convinced.

Seeing that, Taka grumbled inwardly.

'Me and my big mouth.'

Suddenly, his eyes darted upward, an idea forming.

He lifted his head and pointed at the sky. "Huh. Isn't that Rockinesis up there?"

Jiro's head snapped up. "Huh?! Where—"

"I was joking," Taka said flatly.

Her shocked expression instantly twisted into a glare.

Unbothered, Taka slapped her shoulder.

"Come on, lighten up. You have my vote of confidence—and I'm pretty strong, so that should count for something."

"Again with the confidence," Jiro scoffed, though a slight smirk tugged at her lips.

Taka smiled in quiet triumph.

However, as they finally reached U.A.'s gates—slowing slightly since they were too narrow for the crowd pouring out—and stepped onto the street beyond, Taka saw something that shook him to his core.

'No…' His eyes widened as he froze mid-step, cold sweat running down his back. 'This can't be!'

Jiro quickly noticed that he had stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, turning to see what had frozen him like that.

But all she saw was an empty street… save for a car parked not too far away, with a blond man standing beside it and—waving at them?

'Does he know him?' Jiro wondered.

Taka, however—

"I think we should take a detour," he said suddenly.

But before she could even answer—

"Yo, Taka! I came to bring you home!" the blond man shouted.

"I think he's calling you," Jiro said.

"He must be talking to someone else. Taka is a common na—"

"Takahashi Fukumoto—which, by the way, is not a common name—I said I came to get you home. Your home. In Shizuoka. In case you think I'm mistaking you for someone else. Now get your ass over here!"

"This fucking guy…" Taka muttered.

And so he did—he started making his way over. Jiro followed along, figuring she might as well say hi to whoever he was.

Soon, they stood in front of the man, who smirked at Taka with smug satisfaction.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my ward, Takahashi Fukumoto, who, for some reason, likes to act as if he doesn't know me."

"Enough already." Taka clicked his tongue.

Seiji snickered, then shifted his gaze to Jiro standing beside him.

"And who is this young lady? Did you make a friend during the entrance exam?"

"Hi, um… I'm Kyoka Jiro. I've been friends with Taka for a while now," she introduced herself awkwardly.

Seiji tilted his head. "Huh? Taka? A friend? That's impossib—"

—Whack!—

"OW!"

His head snapped forward as something struck him from behind.

When he looked down, a baseball was rolling on the ground.

A group of kids quickly ran over, apologizing profusely and saying the ball had flown over by accident.

"Kids these days sure are careless when they play," Taka muttered, staring straight into Seiji's eyes.

The adult's smile twitched in annoyance.

Still, he didn't let the matter drop.

"So you've been friends for a while, huh? Funny how this little prick never told me," Seiji said with a smirk, ruffling Taka's hair aggressively.

That is—until Taka caught his wrist mid-motion and stopped it cold, creating an awkward standoff as Seiji tried to force it and Taka held him in place.

All the while, Seiji kept talking.

"So, you're probably from Shizuoka too, right?"

Jiro nodded.

"Then you must recognize me. After all, I'm quite the famous her—"

—Whack!—

"ACK! What the hell?!"

Another ball struck Seiji on the head.

Once again, the same kids hurried over, looking flabbergasted as well.

After grabbing their ball, they apologized before running off.

Seiji shot Taka a narrowed glare, then sighed and turned back to Jiro.

"So, how about you come with us?" He tapped the car's roof. "Or are your parents waiting for you?"

Taka very not discreetly shook his head at her.

She smiled wryly at the sight. Even if he hadn't, she would've refused anyway.

"My parents are already waiting for me, so I'll have to pass."

"Is that so? Too bad. I wanted to ask you what this rascal is like at school. You see, he acts all broody and serious, but he's actually—"

—Bam!—

This time, there was no ball.

Taka elbowed him hard.

"You little shit," Seiji hissed.

"Stop running your mouth," Taka shot back.

"I see you got cocky just because you beat me once. Just so you know, I wasn't even trying!"

"Sounds like loser talk."

While the two traded insults, Jiro snorted in amusement.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. When she checked it, she realized her parents had arrived.

She prepared to leave, giving Taka a small wave.

"Well, Takahashi, see you in a month—hopefully."

"See you in a month," Taka replied, still half-wrestling with Seiji.

And with that, she walked away.

Once she was finally gone, guardian and ward separated.

"So why did you come? I would've been home in just a few minutes on my own," Taka said with a frown.

Seiji shrugged, his expression sly.

"Come on, kid. You just took the entrance exam for the best hero school in the country—and probably passed, considering how overpowered you are. Let your guardian spoil you a little."

Rolling his eyes, Taka smiled faintly.

"Suit yourself."

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| A week later… |

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Taka sat at his desk, tapping a pencil against his chin as he glared at the sheet lying before him.

Right now, he was planning yet another song to upload to his channel.

Ever since his early retirement from vigilantism, this had become his only source of aura, along with the songs he had already uploaded.

Since then, he had released a few more tracks, all of them taken from his old life. Having already proven himself, he was no longer against recreating them, and since he was busy studying and dealing with other matters, he decided to make the process easier on his clones by having them recompose the songs instead of creating entirely new ones from scratch.

He had already done "Hunting Soul" from the anime DanDaDan, "New Divide"—since he needed to maintain an edge—and "I Despise" from Chaotica, which used to be one of his favorites.

All of this, besides giving him a bunch of aura daily, also allowed him to add them back into his playlist again. Two birds with one stone, if he said so himself.

Now, he was busy deciding which song should be next.

But as he searched the deepest corners of his mind, looking for something that would hit nicely—someone knocked on his door.

—Wham!—

Only to be slammed open before he could even say anything. Revealing an excited-looking Seiji behind it.

"Yo, Taka, it's here!" the older man said as he stepped inside, waving an envelope in front of his face.

"What is it?" Taka asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your entrance results!"

For a second, Taka looked genuinely surprised—before quickly regaining his composure.

"Is that so? Hand them over."

Seiji did, and soon Taka placed the small projector sealed inside the envelope onto his desk.

The moment he pressed the button, a projection of Nezu appeared in midair.

{"Hello! Takahashi-kun. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The principal waved cheerfully at the camera, almost like a child. {"I'm here with your results! Though I'm quite sure you already know what they are, given the huge show you put on during the exam."}

Seiji shot his ward a sly glance, which Taka completely ignored.

{"You certainly made sure to cement yourself as one of the best participants we've ever had. Not only did you rank first, but you also achieved the highest score ever recorded!"}

A panel appeared in the projection, displaying his name above all others. Making Taka's and Seiji's eyes widen like platters for a split second.

[Takahashi Fukumoto: 100 Villain Points | 70 Rescue Points]

{"Be proud, Takahashi-kun. Not only did you achieve an unprecedented result—"} Nezu leaned closer to the camera, covering one side of his mouth as if whispering. {"—you also surpassed the score All Might himself once achieved."}

Seiji grabbed Taka by the shoulders, shaking him excitedly as he laughed.

Nezu's projection finally reached its end, showing the principal opening his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

{"You are hereby invited to join our institution, Takahashi Fukumoto. This is… Your Hero Academia."}

The projection cut off, leaving the room in silence for a moment.

Then Taka spoke.

"This is nothing less than the expected result."

Even as he discreetly pumped his fist.

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: No more waiting, U.A. is finally here.

I have already planned a few things so that you guys don't have to watch merely a repetition of the show, but with a guy aura farming in the background.

It also wouldn't make sense given the level Taka already has.

Also, updates should pick up the pace a bit from now on since I've reached my goal of putting the Patreon 10 ahead.

Not like instantly, though. But eitherway, the wait between chapters should be smaller.)

 

[Kachellzz]

The amount of aura points he would receive if it got leaked that he got more points than All Might would be ridiculous.
Is the media going to find out?

Loved the moments with Seiji.

 

[The Radiance's Follower]

I am afraid for the USJ villains. Seiji will aura farm so much it will traumatize them. Go watch the aura farming tournament for some inspiration. I don't see Seiji wearing cape and cape farming is an important component of aura farming.

 

[Despacitoleo]

Gotta reveal his WEAK CLONE fought the allmight killer fir max aura

 

[Gnova]

Then Taka spoke.

"This is nothing less than the expected result."

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Omg, he is already doing the 'Keikaku' level of aurafarming, i feel so proud of him

 

[Ceartugarda]

"Where is my super SUIT?!"

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| A month later… |

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Monday morning, 7:40 a.m. Taka stood in front of his bathroom mirror, brushing his hair with a still faintly sleepy look.

"... Now's the moment. Tonight's the night—well, in this case it should be something more like, now's the moment, this morning's the morning…"

Muttering nonsense, he smiled faintly at his reflection as the dandruff and dried saliva from having slept a bit too well vanished without him doing anything.

"This shit's so convenient."

Now looking more presentable, he stared intently at the mirror, shifting his face from side to side, checking for anything that might need fixing.

Of course, there was nothing. That was impossible—he was simply too perfect.

Letting out a smug laugh, he brushed his hair up and looked at himself with pure arrogance.

"Prepare yourself, U.A. You're about to be aura farmed."

With those words, Taka left the bathroom and went to grab the rest of his things, preparing for his first day of school.

The day had finally come. Today, U.A. began its classes, and with them, canon would start unfolding.

Fortunately, he had been sorted into Class 1-A, which meant he'd have a front-row seat to all the crazy events that were about to happen—and, by extension, the perfect scenarios to become the ultimate aura farmer.

If he had ended up in Class 1-B, though, he honestly wouldn't have known what to do. Those guys were never present for the good stuff.

'Though… being a mysterious character from the other class who only appears at the clutchest moment would've been pretty epic too,' Taka mused, before quickly discarding the thought. He was already in 1-A—no point in planning for something that didn't happen.

Yeah. Imagine going to 1-B. That must suck. Who would do that?

Finished gathering his things, he went downstairs and tossed his backpack onto the couch before heading to the kitchen to make something to eat before leaving.

Something to eat, as in All Might's Puffs with milk.

After a quick preparation, he sat at the table, pouring his breakfast into a bowl while checking his phone.

His eyes drifted to the time.

7:50 a.m.

Classes started at 8:25 a.m., meaning he had barely thirty-five minutes left.

And he was still in Shizuoka—a trip that normally took about two hours.

"Heh." Taka smiled.

As powerful as he was now, though, it would take him no more than twenty minutes.

Basking in his own awesomeness, he began eating his breakfast with a relaxed smile.

But as he took his first bite, a familiar sensation hit him.

A déjà vu.

Chewing slowly, Taka stared ahead pensively.

"It's been a while, huh?" he muttered, recalling the day everything had begun.

Twelve months ago, he'd received his reincarnator starter pack—complete with memories of a past life and a system.

Since then, he'd been dragged into all kinds of ridiculous situations in the pursuit of becoming a true aura farmer. His power had grown by leaps and bounds, and his brain had been thoroughly washed in the process.

Now here he was—well, sitting—right where his life had done a full 180°, eating the same breakfast as back then.

Though, to be fair, he always ate this in the morning, so maybe it wasn't that crazy of a coincidence.

Either way, he had grown a lot since that moment.

"And it's only going to get better from now on." He smirked.

Glancing at his bowl, he opened his mouth wide and dumped the rest of his breakfast all at once.

His Efficient Body skill had really turned him into a glutton when he felt like it.

Licking his lips clean, he picked up his things and got ready to leave the house.

But before he could—

"Yo, Taka, already leaving?" Seiji stepped out of his room, looking half-dead from sleep.

"Yup." Taka nodded.

"Well, good luck on your first day," Seiji said.

Taka was about to nod—but Seiji wasn't quite done.

"Though try to tone the edge down a bit—you wouldn't want to scare possible new friends and ladies, would you?"

"Just go back to sleep." Taka rolled his eyes, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

After that, Seiji waved at him half-heartedly and closed the door behind him.

With that, Taka opened the door and stepped outside, taking in the morning air as he closed the door behind him.

Then—

—BOOM!—

With a sudden burst of air, Taka shot straight into the sky.

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| Minutes later, U.A.'s Classroom 1-A |

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Amidst a classroom full of strangers, each sitting at their desks and waiting patiently in silence for their teacher to arrive, two individuals stood out for the opposite reason. They were loudly arguing without restraint.

"Get your feet off the desk! Don't you know it's disrespectful to our seniors and to the people who built it?!" Tenya Iida berated, standing beside Katsuki Bakugo's desk.

"Of course not…" Bakugo spat, then glared at Iida with narrowed eyes. "And who the hell are you supposed to be…?"

Iida blinked, as if realizing he had violated the unspoken rules of human interaction by not introducing himself first.

Quickly, he gestured towards himself, extending a hand. "My name is Tenya Iida. I attended the private academy Somei."

Bakugo ignored the proposed handshake and clicked his tongue, hostility flashing in his eyes. "Tch. So you're an elite? I'll thoroughly enjoy crushing you."

Iida recoiled slightly at the declaration. "Crush me?! Y-you—are you seriously aiming to become a hero?"

Bakugo snorted and looked away, already bored with the conversation.

'Tsk, again some nobody.' He thought disdainfully, before his narrowed gaze scanned the whole classroom, falling on everyone's skulls.

Someone had dared to steal first place from him. Whoever it was, they were probably feeling like they were the king of the world right now.

'I'll make sure to remind them what their place is before they get too ahead of themselves.' He thought, mouth stretching slightly into a small grin.

He may have lost, but he for sure didn't think he was less than anyone for even a second. He had seen the scores; whoever it was, they either cheated or had a skill that went really well against robots.

Otherwise, there was no way someone could have attained that kind of score.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

"Hmm?"

But as his gaze drifted back toward the front of the classroom, he noticed someone standing at the entrance. Someone he recognized clearly and who made him scoff in disdain.

Midoriya Izuku.

And as Bakugo noticed him, so did Iida, who immediately left Bakugo's side to greet the newcomer.

As Midoriya stepped inside, his way was blocked by the glassed student, who offered yet another handshake.

"Good morning! I'm Tenya Iida from the private academy Som—!"

"I-I heard it!" Midoriya cut him off, accepting the handshake with a nervous smile. "I-I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida-kun."

Iida nodded, but his expression suddenly turned serious, making Midoriya even more nervous. "Midoriya… you knew about that extra rule in the practical exam, didn't you?"

"Eh?"

Ignoring Midoriya's confusion, Iida clenched his fist, frustration clear on his face. "I never realized… yet, you did. I truly misjudged you! I hate to admit it… But you're better than me!"

Midoriya deadpanned as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "S-sorry, I actually didn't know either."

Sadly, his nervousness turned his normal voice into a mere mumble, making it so Iida never caught that.

"Ah! That curly hair—you're that common-looking guy! You passed the exam just like Present Mic said!"

Before Midoriya could try to speak louder, though, a new voice interrupted them.

Turning his head, Midoriya saw Uraraka—recognizing her instantly as the girl who had helped him during the practical exam to avoid his death by fall damage, and whom he had helped prior to that by smashing a certain giant robot's face flat.

'It's the kind person!—and she looks really nice in that uniform…'

While Midoriya got lost in his own weird thoughts, Uraraka heaved a relieved sigh before snickering as she punched the air enthusiastically. "Well, I mean, of course you passed. With a punch that strong, it'd be weird if they rejected you!"

At the compliment, his face instantly turned red like the bum he was.

But just as the atmosphere was turning pleasant—

"A-ah, u-uhm, well, it was thanks to you going to talk to the teachers that—"

"You're in the way."

—A blunt but powerful voice cut through it. Making their conversation, and any other that may have been going on inside the classroom, die in an instant,

Instantly, all eyes turned toward the source, including those of the students who had been quietly seated.

A black haired boy stood there, his dark, sharp eyes landing on Uraka and Midoriya, who stood at the entrance.

Without realizing it, both took a step back, giving way to the newcomer.

And so, with the path open, he stepped into the classroom.

—Step.

""...!""

The moment he did, an oppressive sensation washed over the entire room.

Not heavy, not frightening.

But the kind of feeling you get when standing in the presence of someone... superior.

Nervousness.

Averting gazes.

Not knowing how to exist.

That kind of feeling assaulted almost everyone.

And as that pressure settled on them, Bakugo—who had been lazily leaning back in his chair with both feet on the desk—snapped upright, his eyes blazing with sudden realization.

He had been wondering who the bastard was who'd stolen first place from him.

But now, the question felt almost stupid.

The one standing before him… was clearly the culprit.

It had to be.

That presence—there was no way it belonged to anyone else but to the bastard who had dared take first place from him!

"You—!"

In an instant, Bakugo prepared for conflict. Ready to put him in his place.

But just as the words reached his throat, the boy's eyes met his.

"...!"

And in that very instant, it felt like a brief clash had occurred. Like the meeting of two predators, who gauged each other from their gazes alone.

—One that Bakugo lost a millisecond later.

His gaze averted itself before he even realized it, and when he did, his eyes snapped wide in shock.

'I—I dodged his gaze?!'

While Bakugo spiraled over his own unconscious reaction, the boy snorted before his eyes returned to the front and he continued walking into the classroom, eventually stopping right in front of Iida.

"I-it's you…" Iida said, his mind flashing back to their brief confrontation in the auditorium. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure whether to greet him like the others.

To his surprise, however, the handshake came first from the boy himself.

He didn't give an introduction or say anything at all. He simply offered his hand.

Iida hesitated for a moment, questioning if this was some kind of trick. After all, they had started off on the wrong foot.

But in the end, his manners won out over his unease.

"I-I'm Tenya Iida." The bespectacled guy gave a curt nod.

The boy nodded once too, then finally spoke.

"Takahashi Fukumoto… Though you can just call me Taka."

The instant those words left his mouth, the oppressive aura blanketing the room vanished.

Several students let out unconscious sighs of relief as the tension dissipated. For a brief moment, the imposing presence surrounding the boy seemed to thin, almost fading away entirely.

But just as the atmosphere began to lighten—

"Go make friends somewhere else."

Another voice cut in.

Everyone's attention snapped back to the classroom entrance—more specifically, to the floor just behind the door.

There lay something resembling a caterpillar. One that, for some reason, had a human face.

Nevermind. It was just a guy inside a sleeping bag.

Slurping from a pouch of mashed fruit, the man wriggled free from the bag and stood up, staring at the class with an utterly exhausted expression.

Messy, shoulder-length black hair. Dry, perpetually tired eyes. A thin, unshaven beard. A plain dark-green jumpsuit, paired with a thick scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

He was the very embodiment of hoboness.

Eraser Head—Shota Aizawa.

"Alright, it took you all fifteen seconds to shut up," he muttered, folding the sleeping bag under his arm before sweeping the room with a sharp glare. "Time's limited. You kids aren't rational enough."

The students stared at him in disbelief, unsure of who—or what—they were looking at.

Thankfully, he didn't leave them guessing for long.

"I'm your homeroom teacher. Shota Aizawa," he said flatly. "Nice to meet you."

The classroom erupted into gasps.

Under normal circumstances, such an introduction wouldn't have caused such a reaction. But such was his hoboness to provoke those reactions.

Before anyone could voice their questions, though, Aizawa reached into his backpack and pulled out the standard U.A. gym uniform, holding it up for everyone to see.

"This is sudden, but put these on," he said. "We're heading outside to the field."

Confusion rippled through the class. Aizawa, however, clearly had no interest in suspense.

"We're doing a Quirk Assessment Test," he added, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

And he wasn't the only one smiling.

"Heh."

Taka let out a quiet snort, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

'Oh yeah,' he thought. 'It's aura farming time.'

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: The first impression has been made, and what an impression indeed. How is it looking so far for you guys? I have to ask since the line between cringe and epic is often thin. Gotta make sure I'm keeping a safe distance.)

 

[LeonT]

We don't snub no handshakes here. We offer that shit.

Also it's hilarious that he's got The Edge™ but it fits the cheesy theme. Dude just walked in like Vegeta and made Bakugo realize that this is a guy who will 100% slap him for being a shithead.

 

[The Radiance's Follower]

'Oh yeah,' he thought. 'It's aura farming time.'

Click to shrink...

What kind of Aura farming technique will he use ? I hope we see some of the well known ones like the sun kissed technique, the no look, I was just in the nick of time.

And most of all. I hope he flexes on Aizawa.

 

[Origin6009]

What kind of Aura farming technique will he use ? I hope we see some of the well known ones like the sun kissed technique, the no look, the I was not even there yet.

And most of all. I hope he flexes on Aizawa.

Click to shrink...

You know ball

 

[TheDanny]

Where was the rocking heroine Earphone Jack while her super edgy drama queen of a friend was trying to meet the rest of their class?

Him trying to appear cool and impressive when she just has his "Epic Fail Compilation" rolling behind her eyes.


….Eh, I ship it! Jiro monogamy all the way!!!

Spoiler

 

[MorbiIIionaire]

Cant wait for him to nonchalantly crush the tests... literally in the grip strength case haha. Maybe for the Long jump he can just do that thing where he floats upright with his arms crossed the whole way lmao.

 

[Despacitoleo]

Yeeeaaaaah no fuck bakugo and todos dad they bitch ass mother fuckers especially endeavor straight needs to die,(also a ass pull "redemption" at the end man fuck endeavor bakugo and endeavor AGAIN)

 

[futurehousehusband]

Revelry in the aura

 

[InsecurityKitty]

This is great