Akira's POV: Outside of UA

Ah, UA - known for having one of the best hero programs in the world. Every kid who wants to become a hero wants to go to UA by default, and I am no exception. However, I am not like every other kid.

I know what you guys are probably thinking, "Wow, this kid sure is humble", but I assure you I'm not bragging. 

My name is Akira Aizawa, and I am the son of the pro hero Eraserhead. My father is one of the teachers at the school. He offered to get me in on recommendation - in fact, all of the teachers did. After my mother was killed by a villain when I was eight years old, my dad got his coworkers to help raise me. 

I stand outside of the entrance to UA. Most of the students are already at their designated battle arenas for the entrance exam. My dad looks back at me because I had stopped walking. "Hey kid," he exclaims, "you sure you're going to be okay during the test?"

I smirk, "Don't worry, old man, I'll be fine. I've been training my whole life for this moment. I'm going to become a hero, no matter what."

Dad has a small smile hidden beneath the scarf around his neck. "I know you do, but you can't blame me for worrying." He starts to walk again, and I follow close behind. "Just promise me if you even feel a slight..."

"Pops," I interrupt. His side glance would normally scare students to their core, but having grown up with him I do not back down. "I know. I haven't had an incident in a long time."

"You've also never gone to public school before; you haven't been around this many people in one place," he explains. Dad puts his hands in his pockets. "Only the teachers know about your third quirk. It needs to stay that way." 

I sigh, looking down at my feet. I am one of the only children in the world born with multiple quirks. I have my dad's ability to erase a quirk just by looking a person in their eyes, only breaking the power when we blink. I have my mom's quirk as well; it's called Earth God - it allows me to control the earth around me as long as I am physically touching the ground (I choose not to wear shoes a lot for that reason). However, I have one final quirk that I was born with. My father and mother call it Vampire. It gives me a lot of the ups of vampirism, along with a lot of the downs. I can walk out in the sun; I have enhanced senses, super healing, super speed and strength. However, I have to drink blood every so often. If I am around enough people, I could go ballistic, although I have not had a flare up in a really long time. My parents were always afraid of what the government might do to me if they knew how dangerous my quirk really was, so they made the choice not to register it when quirk registration came around. My dad has always been paranoid about my safety and the quirk being exposed. Most people might think he is trying to save his reputation as a hero, but I know the real reason is because he does not want to lose his son like he did his fiancé. 

I had not realized I had stopped walking until my dad pats me on the head. "I believe in you, kid, but I gotta worry for the safety of everyone, as a hero and a teacher," he says. "But most of all I worry about you because I'm your dad." He messes up my hair while looking at me with what a lot of people would call his crazy eyes. "Now get out there and show me how much you have grown."

Dad walks down the hall to where the teachers had to meet to judge the students taking the exams. My dad and the other teachers thought it would be best for me to skip the explanation of the exam with my Uncle Mic. I had been given a card with my name, quirk information, and where my entrance exam was. I walk down towards Stadium B.

I am late to the party, so there are a bunch of people staring back at me when I arrive. Lots of people with lots of quirks gawk at me. However, their attention is taken by a boy in a green track suit freaking out with a taller guy with engines in his calves. The guy in green is muttering, as if trying to save his skin. "Hey, look over there," one of the guys in the crowd says. "That's the kid who nearly wiped out by the entrance."

Another adds, "He practically wet himself in the lecture hall."

"What a loser, but one less rival to worry about, I guess," says a guy with a needle-like head.

I decide to speak up, "Hey, give the kid a break." The crowd's attention is drawn to me, including the two arguing. "It's called nerves, and it's a normal thing. Besides, it does not take a genius to know that every one of you guys are shaking in your boots too. So stop acting like your better than everyone else, because that's no way to act like a hero."

The big guy with scars walks up to me. "Oh yeah, and just who do you think you are to give us a hard time. Besides, I don't remember seeing you at the lecture hall. You also show up late to the big exam. Who's all high and mighty now punk?" He grabs my shirt and lifts me in the air. It is clear his quirk is some form of super strength. 

Groaning, I shove my hands in the pocket of my black sweatshirt. Many people say that I am the living embodiment of everything about my father - in looks and attitude. I activate my Erase quirk. The guy starts to shake violently. "W...What happened to my strength?" he mutters. He drops me, and I land gracefully on my feet. 

"Not so tuff without your quirk, huh?" I exclaim. I close my eyes and deactivate my quirk. Lots of kids start whispering about what my quirk is and how I look slightly familiar. "And to answer your question, I don't have to tell you anything. And besides, it's not like I'm late. The games haven't even started." As nonchalantly as I could, I take off my shoes then throw them at the guy with the screwdriver head. 

Before another word could be said, Uncle Mic's voice comes over the arena. "Alright, time to start. Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles, so run, run, run. You're wasting airtime here." While my loudmouth uncle shouts at the crowd, the door to the arena opens up. Immediately, I sprint past the crowd and into the arena.

I run past the fake grocery stores and apartment buildings. I could hear the robots moving around. I could also hear the increasing heart rates of many of the students around me. Taking a deep breath, I make the earth move under my feet. I start skating around on the earth. I spot a three pointer coming straight at me. Using my mom's powers, I kick disks of earth at its head. It is decapitated in almost an instant. I keep going, finding groups of two and one pointers. I deactivate Mom's quirk, then jump onto the ground. 

On thing my father instilled on me as a child was that I could not rely on my quirks all the time, so he trained me to be able to move without my quirks as efficiently as I would with them activated. A one pointer goes for my head, so I twist my body as I jump into the air. Using an ounce of my super strength, I punch the bot in the head. Soaring through the air, I hit two more one pointer's in the head at the same time.

I keep going, bashing bot after bot until the ground shakes beneath me. I stop when the image hits me. "Oh god, they released the zero pointer," I mutter. Screams fill my ears - panic fills my nostrils. I shake my head and run towards where everyone was running away from. 

Almost as soon as I get to the area where the zero pointer is, the ground shakes again. This time a green speck shoots into the air. With my enhanced sight, I can see his veins glowing with a pinkish power. "Uncle Toshi found his successor..." I whisper before noticing a girl underneath the rubble right next to the feet of the one pointer. "He's saving her." 

I watch as his fist makes contact with the giant robot. The zero pointer is completely obliterated by the force behind that punch. However, I hear the boy's bones break. I spot his flailing arm, along with his flailing legs. The kid cannot stop himself from falling. "Shit..." I mutter. Before I can make a decision, I start running at the falling robot. I jump onto the wheels, then grab onto its falling hand. I propel myself at the falling student. I make it to him and wrap my arms around him. He is much lighter than I expected. Using my mother's powers, I command the nearby trees to give us a cushion. 

We make it to the ground safely. I set the boy down on the ground. "I can still make it!" I hear him shout as he starts pulling himself away. 

Before he can even move a foot, Uncle Mic's voice projects across the stadium. "Time's up!" The green haired boy starts freaking out before passing out from the amount of pain he has to be feeling. 

The other kids start to talk about the green haired kid, saying how he is a total failure and will not pass. I know how this test works - I know that kid must have gotten much more points than a lot of these kids. I scoff, before going back over to the kid. I put his good arm around me, ignoring the stairs from the crowd. However, the engine kid's stare is a little intimidating. 

"Very nice, good work all around!" a new and feeble voice exclaims. "You all are heroes in my eyes." I smile as a small elderly woman stumbles over with her cane in hand. She is dressed like an elite nurse with a shot as her cane. "Oh, Akira, have you gotten yourself hurt?"

"No, Nan..." I start to say before catching myself, "...Recovery Girl, but this kid got really hurt." I set the boy back down as Recovery Girl hobbles over to us. 

"Looks like you got yourself hurt my boy," she says. She puckers her lips then kisses the boy on the head. The crowd seems kind of shocked, but a sparkly boy with blonde hair and a belt explains Recovery Girl's abilities to the crowd. "Alright, is anyone else hurt?" Recovery Girl asks. The crowd starts to disperse, then Recovery Girl tells me, "Your father is waiting for you, Akira."

I nod, then head inside. Listening to the chatter from the teachers, I follow the noise until I reach the monitoring room. I knock on the door. "Come in," I hear the monotone voice of my father from the other side. I enter the room to see all of the teachers: my dad, Midnight, Principal Nezu, Cementoss, Present Mic, Snipe, Ectoplasm, Vlad King, and even All Might. "Hey kid," my dad says when he sees me. He walks up to me with his hands in his hoodie. Dad stands there in utter silence.

"...so..." I mutter. "How did I do?" 

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"Okay, can somebody say something because I'm starting to flip out?" I beg.

Uncle Mic messes with his hair. "Ugh, I can't take it anymore!" He runs over and screams right in my face. "You passed, kiddo!" I am taken to my knees because of the sheer volume of the scream.

I feel the back of my own hoodie being pulled up. I am pulled to my feet. My dad had used his scarf not only to get me to my feet, but to take Present Mic back to where the rest of the teachers were. 

The realization hits me then. "Wait, I..."

My dad pats my head. "Good job, son," he replies. Dad smiles, "Welcome to the hero academia."