Y/n was your typical high schooler. Until a portal opened in his room and now he finds himself in a world where almost every one has a super power. How will he fit in? Read this and find out.
(Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story.)
Narrator: Greetings everyone welcome back to the story last time our faithful duo entered class 1-A for the first time. Seeing some familiar faces and new ones. Now let's continue.
Class: A Quirk assessment test?!
Y/n: The Quirky test?
Ochaco: What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?
Aizawa: If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. U.A.'s selling point Is how unrestricted its school tradition are. That's also how the teachers run their classes.
The class just stand there in disbelief.
Aizawa: You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right?
Y/n(whisper): We have?
Ochaco(whisper): yes you haven't?
Y/n(whisper): I'm not from around here it's kinda a long story.
Aizawa: Hey listen you two.
Ochaco: S-Sorry!
Y/n:
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Aizawa: Anyway Bakugo Y/n you both finished at the top of the practical exam.
Bakugo gave Y/n a death glare while Y/n looked back mocking him.
Aizawa: In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?
Bakugo: 67 meters.
Y/n: 97 feet.(Americans)
Aizawa: Then both of you, try doing it with your quirks. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry up. Give it all you got.
Y/n begins to put on a headset which confused most of the class.
Aizawa: What are you doing?
Y/n: A thing.
Midoriya: E-Excuse me Mr. Aizawa it would be better if you let him go through with this.
Aizawa: Fine Bakugo your first.
As he stepped up to the circle Y/n spoke.
Y/n: Welcome back everyone to another exciting sports commentary with yours truly up to the plate first is the terrifying, the deadly Short Fuse!
This pissed of Bakugo as he threw the ball with a deadly explosion.
Bakugo: DIE...!
Y/n: Whoa and it's outta here folks I feel bad for that poor ball.
Midoriya: Die?
Aizawa: Know your own maximum first. 750.2 meters.
Class: Whoa!
Y/n: Let's hear it for short fuse ladies and gentlemen.
