Izuku stared at the large building of UA and felt himself gulp in an almost excited tension.
This was where his future as an adult will begin! He began to take a step when he was suddenly pushed lightly. Feeling himself start to float, he aligned himself feet first before the person dropped him upright.
"That was close!" A girl with brown hair and a bubbly personality, to which Izuku immediately thought was fake, started to chat about how nervous she was, completely ignoring the fact he was just standing still, nothing close to a trip. She soon fled, leaving Izuku to make a mental note to write in his notes later.
The moment of piece was soon ruined by the walking pipe bomb, feeling the sharp jab before it even hit him, allowing him to angle his body away.
"Move it extra!" He seemed pretty smug about not even touching him. Another note to write then.
He quickly walked up the obnoxiously large stairs to the exam room, sitting in his assigned spot, feeling eyes stare from all around the room. He took a glance to see some UA staff, their sharp gazes raking across the incoming students like vultures.
Luckily Izuku didn't need to be worried about being picked off, seeing how his middle school scores and his quirkless status kept him from being suspecting of any kind of power cheats or normal cheats, though there will always be the quirkists.
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Izuku did a quick one over on the amazingly easy exam, taking a glance around the room to make sure he had the correct exam paper. Not the first time someone switched his papers 'accidentally' but to his utter loss, he realized he had the correct paper. He quietly waited for someone else to finish, following the 5th done rule of the Quirkless survival guide.
After finally seeing the 5th person stand he quickly went up and gave his paper over to the lady with scales. She did a brief look over at the name before shooing him away.
Izuku did one last glance across the hundreds of students still struggling on the easiest exam he's ever taken, before he made his way to the practical briefing.
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Once everyone gathered Izuku had finished his note taking on his stupid situation and was ready to listen, pres Mic taking the stage and embarrassing himself like the hero he was. Truly an idiot, and he though bakugo was embarrassing, admitting he was better then everyone like an open narcissist. (He very much is)
Soon pulled from his thoughts only to be yelled at from some stuck up rich kid who he immediately recognized. Sure he didn't like heros, but he did enjoy quirk analysis in his spare time.
This stuck up, and very unnecessary mess was tenya Iida. Little brother to a pretty good hero a city over. Now if you asked if Izuku was going to be petty, the answer would usually be no, but right now? No one could actually hear him, that or it was a filter, this was a experiment that he was willing to gamble on.
"Keep ta yourself rich kid, I ain't afraid to ruin your reputation!" A poorly chosen pass time if he had ever chosen one. Lucky him no one even heard a thing he said, soon Izuku started to cuss out the ass wipe that was tenya Iida from his seat, going as far as to stand to see if any reaction took place.
Nothing.
Not a single person out of the thousands of kids there saw him so much as stand, let alone hear his audacious words of light resentment.
He quickly added the experience to his notebook before shutting it just as fast. Even if no one could hear or see him, that didn't mean they couldn't see what actions he took, for example written words or alterations to his surrounding environment. Would he move something a distance away with without people noticing, and would said object be interactable with others or something only he could see and touch?
So many questions and so little answered! He was beginning to think something bigger was a play here, perhaps someone else's quirk. The question was who on earth would take the time to make his life so unbelievably inconvenient. To take his choices away and change what others saw without his permission.
Izuku Midoriya would solve this.
He had to.

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FanfictionIzuku Midoriya honestly hated his life. Sure being a hero was cool but that wasn't what he wanted to be or do. He didn't want to be zipping down the streets towards the danger, he always ran away from it the first chance he got. He always dreamed of...