MHA: The Fictional Hero: All Fiction - Chapter 10

In order to finish a detailed drawing of Toru before it was his turn for the sit-ups, Izuku once again copied the powers of the Flash. The speed it granted him allowed him to work far faster than usual, which was exactly what he needed—he didn’t want to show her a rough sketch, the kind he normally produced for a first entry in his notebook. Every line, every detail had to capture her properly.

By the time his turn for the sit-ups came around, the drawing was complete. Toru—though invisible to everyone else—bubbled over with uncontainable emotions, and Izuku could practically feel her excitement radiating as she observed the image of herself on the page.

For the sit-ups, he applied a trick similar to the one he used during the repeated side-steps exercise, this time borrowing Hisoka’s Bungee Gum. By pulling himself alternately in two directions, he reduced effort while keeping a steady pace. The seated toe touch posed no real challenge at all—Monkey D. Luffy’s Gum-Gum Fruit powers made him practically untouchable in flexibility. After all, it’s hard to beat someone literally made out of rubber.

Finally, only the long-distance run remained. This was probably the most challenging of all the physical tests for him. Stamina, after all, was something his powers tended to consume in large amounts. Physical and mental strength could be copied, enhanced, or pushed to the limit, but stamina was a different story. It was the one thing that could actually slow him down.

Izuku had no direct comparison to measure how much energy the original users of his copied abilities would expend, but he knew that even using his quirk alone required a significant amount. The long-distance run was the ultimate stamina test, made more difficult by the fact that he hadn’t yet discovered any characters with abilities specifically designed to restore energy. Even a self-proclaimed quirk nerd had limits.

Eventually, he solved the problem with summoning. Using Megumi Fushiguro’s Ten Shadows Technique from Jujutsu Kaisen, he called forth a Nue to fly alongside his Class along the track. Maintaining a summoned creature struck the perfect balance between conserving stamina and keeping up efficiency, allowing him to complete the run without exhausting himself—and secure a place among the top three performers.

The only person who clearly outpaced him was the mature-looking, dark-haired girl capable of generating items from her body. Her solar-powered scooter, which could seemingly run indefinitely, was nearly impossible to beat.

“I’m going to bring up the full ranking list. It’s not worth going over every individual score,” Aizawa-sensei announced, tapping his device as he spoke. A hologram projected from the screen, displaying names from first to twentieth place.

Izuku didn’t need to glance long to guess the results. Naturally, those with the most versatile quirks dominated the top spots. His own name sat near the very top, just where he had predicted.

[ Quirk Assessment Ranks:

1.Midoriya Izuku

2.Yaoyorozu Momo

3.Todoroki Shoto

4.Bakugo Katsuki

5.Ida Tenya

6.Tokoyami Fumikage

7.Shoji Mezo

8.Ojiro Mashirao

9.Kirishima Eijiro

10.Ashido Mina

11.Uraraka Ochako

12.Sato Rikido

13.Asui Tsuyu

14.Aoyama Yuga

15.Sero Hanta

16.Utsushimi Camie

17.Kaminari Denki

18.Jiro Kyouka

19.Hagakure Toru

20.Mineta Minoru ]

“NOOOOOOO!”

The scream echoed across the sports field. Izuku’s head snapped up, spotting the source immediately. The purple-haired dwarf thrashing near the holographic ranking display was none other than Mineta Minoru.

“I can’t be expelled! UA was my golden ticket to paradise! If they kick me out now, it’s back to lonely nights and zero boob access forever!!” Mineta wailed, spinning on the spot like the world had personally betrayed him.

Around him, the reactions shifted almost instantly. Initial looks of sympathy from a few classmates twisted into clear disgust, particularly among the girls standing nearby. Voices rang out, sharp and judgmental.

“Degenerate!” one shouted.

“Pervert!” called another.

“That’s why you’re here?” someone muttered.

“Gross!”

“That’s not very heroic.”

“Ugh, that’s so wrong.”

“Keep fantasizing,” came a few low, muttered remarks.

Izuku noticed Camie, Ochaco, and even Toru instinctively moving closer to him, shivering in visible disgust, as though trying to shield themselves from Mineta’s outburst. He could only suppress a small sigh—once again he realized that some people were simply lost causes.

“By the way, I lied about expelling the last place,” Aizawa’s calm, flat voice cut through the chatter, drawing the class’s attention. Izuku blinked, processing the revelation. The panic earlier hadn’t felt like a bluff—but now it became clear: it had all been a calculated ruse to push everyone to their absolute limits.

Mineta froze for a heartbeat, then sagged with dramatic relief. “I am saved!” he cried, throwing his arms into the air.

Even so, Aizawa’s eyes flashed with rare intensity as they landed on Mineta. “That being said,” he said, voice low and cutting, “if you do not improve your behavior, you will be out of here sooner than you realize.”

Mineta nodded frantically, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. Izuku, however, had doubts. If Mineta’s motivation to become a hero was based solely on chasing women, real change seemed unlikely.

For now, though, Aizawa moved on, addressing the entire group again. “Your papers for the school and the beginning of the semester are on the tables at the edge of the field. Make sure you pick them up and read them by tomorrow. Aside from Midoriya, all of you are dismissed.”

A collective sigh of relief swept across the students. Some gathered their things, muttering quietly to each other, while others shot curious glances at Izuku as he approached Aizawa.

“What do you need from me, sir?” Izuku asked, standing straight on the grass.

Aizawa’s gaze softened ever so slightly, a hint of interest visible beneath his usual stoicism. “Today, during the tests, you didn’t bring anything with you. And yet, you somehow had every book you needed at the exact right moment. Is that another one of the abilities you copied?”

“Not exactly,” Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s actually an item I created using one of my abilities. It’s not perfect yet—I still have to search for the right manga or comic by hand while knowing exactly what I’m looking for. Hopefully, I’ll improve the system in the future.”

Aizawa’s eyes flicked briefly, and his tone sharpened. “Is that why you requested to put the finishing touches on your costume yourself?”

“Yes,” Izuku confirmed, a small spark of hope in his green eyes. “Did the support department send a reply?”

Aizawa nodded, calm as ever. “They requested that you head over there after this. Power Loader is expecting you. You may go change now.”

———

“Yo, Midoriya! You’re back!” A loud and cheerful voice rang out the moment Izuku stepped into the changing room. A tall, well-built red-haired boy waved enthusiastically, his grin practically shining. “Did Aizawa-sensei dump something troublesome on you again? Oh, right—I should introduce myself! The name’s Kirishima. Eijiro Kirishima.”

Izuku blinked at the sudden energy, then gave a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Kirishima-kun. I’m Midoriya Izuku, though you probably already guessed that much.” He adjusted the strap of his bag before continuing, “And no, it wasn’t anything bad. Aizawa-sensei just gave me permission to put some finishing touches on my hero costume myself.”

“Seriously? You’re into that kind of thing too?” Another voice cut in. A blond-haired boy with messy bangs and streaks of black lightning running through his hair leaned closer, brows raised in confusion. “Support gear, right? You actually know how to make that stuff? Oh, and I’m Kaminari Denki, by the way.”

“Uh, kind of?” Izuku rubbed the back of his head, looking unsure. He wanted to explain but wasn’t sure how much detail was safe to give away. “Let’s just say I have… some unique tricks that help me out with things like that. In this case, there’s a part of the costume only I can add properly.”

“Tricks, huh?” Kaminari tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. He opened his mouth to ask more—only for the entire room to shake with a heavy thud.

Every head turned.

Izuku’s had opened his locker, and his school uniform instantly tumbled out, slamming onto the floor with the weight of a collapsing shelf, the hanger broken. The blazer landed with a dense whump, followed by the pants hitting like they were bags of cement.

“Holy crap!” Kirishima stumbled back in shock, staring at the pile. “What’s with your uniform, man? Did they make it out of lead or something?!”

The rest of the boys froze in confusion. Even Sero gave a low whistle. “That… is definitely not normal fabric.”

Flustered, Izuku quickly raised his hands. “Ah—sorry about that. It’s nothing dangerous. That’s just my modified school uniform. I adjusted the weight so I can train while wearing it during the day. Kind of like resistance training.”

“Wait, what?” Kaminari crouched down and tried to lift the blazer. The moment his hands touched it, his expression twisted. “Ugh—nope, nope, nope! This thing’s insane! What is this, twenty, thirty kilos by itself? How heavy’s the whole set? A hundred kilos? You actually walk around in these? Are you trying to kill yourself?!”

Izuku smiled awkwardly. “It’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he said, leaving out the part about the ten months of hellish training he’d already put himself through.

Before anyone could press further, Izuku raised a hand and touched the manga poking out of his bag. A soft green light rippled across his palm. In an instant, a new uniform shimmered into existence—perfectly fitted to his body. The weighted set on the ground vanished, swallowed up by the same glow.

Silence.

Every boy in the room froze, their eyes locked on the scene as if they’d just witnessed a ghost appear.

“…Bro,” Kirishima finally managed, pointing at Izuku with his mouth hanging open. “You just—made clothes appear out of thin air.”

“Magic,” Izuku replied without missing a beat, slipping into the fresh uniform like it was the most natural thing in the world. His expression was calm, though inside he cringed at how suspicious that sounded. “Don’t worry about it.”

Kaminari glanced at Sero, his voice dropping to a whisper. “…This guy’s scary.”

“Super scary,” Sero muttered back, nodding quickly.

“Well, the test today already proved his skill,” Iida cut in, pushing his glasses up with a serious look.

“Tch. What even is his quirk?” Mineta grumbled with obvious jealousy. “Feels super unfair.”

Izuku laughed awkwardly, pulling the jacket tight around himself. To him, it was just another ability he had picked up along the way. But to them, it looked like he had pulled off some kind of miracle right in front of their eyes.

Maybe, he thought, this was how people felt whenever he nerded out about quirks.

———

Luckily, his visit to the Support Department went without any major interruptions. By this point, most of the Support Course students had already gone home, leaving the workshop unusually quiet. Only Power Loader—the hero and teacher in charge of the department—remained, along with one of his students.

That student, Izuku quickly realized, had a certain… energy about her.

Even from the desperate, slightly exasperated look on Power Loader’s face as he tried to send her home, Izuku could tell she was going to be a constant source of chaos in his classes. Unfortunately, she didn’t leave. She stayed the entire time, watching over his shoulder as he worked on the finishing touches for his costume—just as he had requested.

Power Loader observed with a calm, professional interest, while the pink-haired girl’s gaze… well, it was something else entirely. Her eyes weren’t simply curious—they were sharp, intense, and occasionally wild, making it difficult for Izuku to predict what she might do next.

The work itself didn’t take long, though it did require a very specific item that Izuku had pulled from a fictional universe some time ago. With precise movements and careful attention, he completed the adjustments, watching as the final details fell into place. Both Power Loader and the pink-haired student seemed impressed—or at least intrigued—by his progress.

Once everything was finished, Izuku thought he could quietly leave.

He was wrong.

The girl’s expression had shifted. Interest had given way to something far more unpredictable—some mix of obsession, excitement, and other emotions he couldn’t even name. A chill ran down his spine. It was the kind of look that screamed dangerous curiosity.

Fleeing became his only real option.

Dodging her hands as she lunged, all while she shouted things about… babymaking, was an experience he wasn’t eager to repeat. His legs pumped faster than they had in any physical test that day, adrenaline kicking in as he raced toward the exit. Somehow, he managed to escape without injury, though his heart was still hammering when he finally put a safe distance between himself and the Support Department.

Panting slightly, he leaned against the wall outside, letting out a long breath. His first day at U.A. had been… eventful, to say the least. Between the tests, the classmates, and now this unpredictable pink-haired force of nature, he already knew the school was going to be anything but boring.