AN: Hey guys I'm back, sorry for the wait. I'm okay now but no chapter for tomorrow tho
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[Musutafu Orphanage – One Week Later]
A crisp, official-looking envelope sat on the wooden table in front of Sasaki Kenjiro. The UA emblem—a bold "U.A." inside a shield—glinted under the morning sunlight streaming through the window.
Mrs. Tanaka stood nearby, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to hide her nervous fidgeting. "Well? Aren't you going to open it?"
Kenjiro smirked, picking up the letter. "What's the rush? It's not like they'd reject me."
She huffed. "Cocky brat." But her lips twitched upward.
He slid his finger under the seal, tearing it open. Inside was a small, metallic disc. The moment he placed it on the table, a holographic screen blazed to life, revealing the grinning face of—
"ALL MIGHT?!" Mrs. Tanaka nearly knocked over her chair.
The Symbol of Peace laughed, his booming voice filling the room. "CONGRATULATIONS, YOUNG SASAKI! YOU'VE PASSED THE UA HERO COURSE ENTRANCE EXAM WITH FLYING COLORS!"
Kenjiro leaned back, arms crossed. "Obviously."
All Might's grin didn't waver. "NOT ONLY DID YOU ACE THE PRACTICAL EXAM, BUT YOU ALSO SET A NEW RECORD FOR HIGHEST COMBINED SCORE IN UA HISTORY!"
The screen shifted, displaying his stats:
Villain Points: 87 (Highest ever)
Rescue Points: 63 (Second only to a rescue-specialist student from 20 years ago)
Total: 150 Points (Previous record: 98)
Mrs. Tanaka's jaw dropped. "You—you broke their system?!"
Kenjiro shrugged. "Told you I would."
All Might continued, "YOUR PERFORMANCE WAS NOTHING SHORT OF SPECTACULAR! YOUR QUIRK CONTROL, COMBAT INSTINCTS, AND RESCUE EFFICIENCY LEFT THE JUDGES IN AWE!"
The screen changed again, this time showing footage of Kenjiro:
Mochi Gatling annihilating a swarm of robots.
Liquid-form dodging before countering with a hardened elbow strike.
The Titan Breaker punch that one-shot the Zero-Pointer.
All Might's voice grew serious. "HOWEVER… YOUR ABILITIES ARE FAR BEYOND WHAT WE EXPECT FROM A FIRST-YEAR. NEZU HAS PERSONALLY REQUESTED TO MONITOR YOUR PROGRESS."
Kenjiro's smirk faded slightly. "Nezu, huh? That rat's sharper than he looks."
The message concluded with: "WELCOME TO UA, YOUNG SASAKI! SEE YOU ON CAMPUS!"
The hologram fizzled out.
Silence.
Then—
"I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Tanaka grabbed Kenjiro in a bone-crushing hug. "MY BRAT'S GOING TO BE A HERO!"
Kenjiro groaned, but didn't pull away. "Yeah, yeah. Let go before you dislocate something."
---
That night, Kenjiro lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Eleven years.
Eleven years since he'd woken up in this world as a four-year-old orphan with memories of another life. Eleven years of training, of pushing his body and Quirk to their absolute limits.
His fingers flexed, morphing effortlessly between solid and liquid states.
"Mochi Body mastery—near-perfect."
He sat up, rolling his shoulders. His physique was lean but densely muscular, every movement radiating controlled power.
"Strength? On par with a Nomu."
He'd tested it. A year ago, he'd snuck into an abandoned factory and lifted a 20-ton industrial press just to see if he could.
"Speed? Faster than most speed-type Quirks."
He'd outrun a speeding car during a midnight training session.
"Techniques? A full arsenal."
Mochi Hydra (Multi-limbed combat)
Mochi Gatling (High-speed barrage)
Mochi Titan Breaker (Giant finisher)
Mochi Sonar (Vibration sensing)
Mochi Doppelganger (Clone creation)
And more.
He clenched his fist.
"I'm ready."
But for what, exactly?
UA was just the beginning. The League of Villains, All For One, the Nomu—all of it was coming.
And Kenjiro?
He wasn't just going to survive.
He was going to dominate.
[The Next Morning ]
The orphanage's common room buzzed with excitement as the younger kids crowded around Kenjiro's acceptance letter.
"You're really going to UA?!" Aiko, now twelve, gasped.
Kenjiro flicked her forehead. "Told you I would."
"Does this mean you'll be on TV?!" another kid piped up.
"Better," Kenjiro said, smirking. "I'll be the guy beating up the guys on TV."
Mrs. Tanaka rolled her eyes. "Don't encourage them."
A knock at the door silenced the room.
Kenjiro opened it to find Midoriya Izuku standing there, his face flushed with excitement.
"S-Sasaki! You got in too, right?!"
Kenjiro held up the letter. "Broke the record, actually."
Midoriya's eyes sparkled. "That's amazing! I barely scraped by with Rescue Points, but—"
"You passed. That's what matters." Kenjiro glanced past him. "Where's the walking explosion?"
Midoriya winced. "K-Kacchan got in too… He's, uh, not happy about it."
Kenjiro snorted. "Shocker."
---
Nezu sipped his tea, his beady eyes fixed on Kenjiro's exam footage.
"Fascinating, isn't he?"
Aizawa scowled. "A first-year with that level of power and control? There's more to him."
All Might nodded. "I FELT IT TOO. HE MOVES LIKE A SEASONED PRO, NOT A KID."
Nezu's grin widened. "Oh, I suspect Young Sasaki has been preparing for UA far longer than any of us realize."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "You think he's hiding something?"
Nezu set down his cup.
"I know he is."
---
As night fell, Kenjiro stood on the orphanage rooftop, staring at the UA campus in the distance.
He had the skills.
The power.
The plan.
UA was step one.
The hero world wouldn't know what hit it.
---
[UA High School – Main Gate]
The towering archway of UA loomed before Sasaki Kenjiro, its polished steel gleaming under the morning sun. The school's emblem—a bold "U.A." encased in a shield—stood proudly above the entrance, radiating an aura of prestige and power.
Kenjiro adjusted his uniform collar, the crisp fabric still stiff and new. His black tie was perfectly knotted, his shoes polished to a mirror shine.
"So this is it."
Eleven years of preparation. Countless hours of training. All leading to this moment.
He stepped forward, crossing the threshold into UA.
---
The halls were alive with chatter as students streamed toward their classrooms. Kenjiro moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room numbers.
"1-A… There."
The door was massive—taller and wider than any classroom door had a right to be. A subtle intimidation tactic, no doubt.
Kenjiro smirked and pushed it open.
[Class 1-A]
The room was already buzzing with activity.
Near the front, Midoriya Izuku was engaged in animated conversation with a bubbly brunette—Ochaco Uraraka—and a rigid, glasses-wearing boy—Tenya Iida.
"—and then he punched the Zero-Pointer!" Uraraka gushed, miming an explosion with her hands.
"Such reckless behavior!" Iida chopped the air. "Though I cannot deny its effectiveness!"
Midoriya noticed Kenjiro first. "S-Sasaki! You made it!"
Kenjiro strolled over, hands in his pockets. "Obviously."
Uraraka blinked. "Wait, this is the guy who broke the exam record?"
Before Kenjiro could respond, a voice snarled from behind them.
"Tch. Of course it is the cheater."
Bakugou Katsuki leaned against a desk, his crimson eyes burning with contempt.
Iida turned sharply. "Cheater? That is a severe accusation!"
Bakugou scoffed. "No way some extra got 150 points fairly."
Kenjiro's smirk didn't waver. "Jealousy's a bad look on you, Bakugou."
"THE HELL DID YOU SAY—?!"
A new voice cut through the tension.
"Whoa! You're the mochi guy, right?"
A red-haired boy with sharp teeth—Eijiro Kirishima—bounded over, grinning. "Your fight with the Zero-Pointer was manly as hell!"
A pink-skinned girl—Mina Ashido—popped up beside him. "Dude, your Quirk is so cool! Can you, like, turn into actual mochi? Can I eat you?"
Kenjiro raised an eyebrow. "Try it and lose a finger."
Mina gasped. "Kinky!"
A blond boy with a black lightning streak—Denki Kaminari—slung an arm around Kenjiro's shoulders. "Bro, you gotta tell me your secret. How'd you score so high?"
Kenjiro shrugged. "I'm just built different."
Kaminari groaned. "Ugh, of course the OP guy's also a mystery."
---
The door slid open with a quiet whoosh.
A disheveled man in a black jumpsuit shuffled in, his yellow goggles hanging around his neck. His tired eyes swept over the class like a predator sizing up prey.
Silence fell instantly.
"It took you eight seconds to quiet down," the man said flatly. "Unacceptable."
Midoriya stiffened. "Wait… is that…?"
The man pulled a juice pouch from his pocket and took a long slurp before speaking again.
"I'm Shota Aizawa. Your homeroom teacher."
A murmur rippled through the class.
Aizawa's gaze landed on Kenjiro. "Sasaki. 150 points." Then to Bakugou. "Bakugou. 77 points." Finally, to Midoriya. "Midoriya. 75 points."
He crumpled the juice pouch. "Pathetic."
Uraraka blinked. "H-huh?"
Aizawa's scarf floated ominously as he stepped forward. "The entrance exam was a poor metric of true potential. It favored flashy, destructive Quirks while overlooking others." His eyes locked onto Kenjiro. "But raw power alone doesn't make a hero."
Kenjiro met his gaze evenly. "Challenge accepted."
Aizawa continued. "Today, we're conducting a Quirk Apprehension Test."
Iida shot up. "But what about the entrance ceremony? Or orientation?"
"Wasting time on pointless formalities won't make you heroes," Aizawa said. "Change into your P.E. clothes and meet me at the P.E. Grounds in five minutes."
He turned to leave, then paused. "Oh, and the student who scores lowest will be expelled."
The class erupted into panic.
"WHAT?!"
Aizawa's grin was sinister as he walked out. "Welcome to UA."