MHA x LoL Pilot Chapter

UA Exam Grounds

Izuku took a deep breath.

It was time.

Holding his right hand out, he closed his eyes, waiting for the power to crystallize in his hand. He wondered what champion he would get today. Personally, he wanted someone like Darius or Garen, humans that wouldn’t stand out too much.

Not like Aatrox, a four-meter-tall fallen god, or Cho'Gath, an enormous creature from the void.

Or worse.

The champion card formed in his hand, and his grin fell. It was Lulu, a yordle support character. Not that he didn’t like them, but it wasn't a good time for a support champion.

Still, it would do.

Pressing the card to his chest, Izuku felt his body shift, morphing into the smaller stature of the yordle, with her staff, and companion Pix appearing out of who knows where.

He still didn’t understand many aspects of his quirk, but it worked. The announcers gave the order to go, and he held on dearly, casting an enchantment, letting the staff fly him into the mock city.

The first robot he saw was a one-pointer, and two glitterlances tore through it. Back on the staff, he sought new targets.

A two- and a three-pointer were close together, and he transformed one into an adorable little pink fox while shooting the other with a glitter lance.

Once the first one transformed back, it was dead in the same way.

—

“What’s with that examiner? What even is she?” Nemuri asked. The purple child-sized figure had a fairy next to her, shooting purple beams and transforming the exam bots to fairy tail creatures.

Even with all these examinees, that was weird.

“I believe he is Midoriya Izuku. A candidate that can apparently transform into different characters each day?” As he read the hero hopeful’s file, Sekijiro’s brows furrowed, “Wait, what?” 

“What do you mean different characters?” 

“Well, if I am reading this list right, so far he has transformed into a minotaur, a metal golem, a burning man, an ice phoenix, and a lot more that sounds ridiculous.” 

“Let me see that.” Nemuri said. She rolled down the list, seeing pictures of several wild and exotic creatures, though one caught her eye.

“My, this one is interesting,” she said. Her sultry smile was at full power, and Aizawa understood why.

“Of course you'd find the walking dress code violation interesting. Troublesome woman.” It was a blue creature, dressed in extremely provocative clothing.

Just the kind of thing Midnight loved.

“So what is he now?” Power Loader asked. The small, purple creature was transforming his bots into organic-looking creatures, bending the laws of physics more than any other quirk he had seen in his life.

It was almost like magic.

“A yordle, I believe,” Khan said. There were other creatures similar to the one Midoriya Izuku had transformed into.

Each one was more exotic than the other.

—

Past a certain point, Izuku stopped counting his points. He took out as many as possible and hoped for the best.

But once he saw the giant robot taller than the buildings around him, he knew it was time to retreat.

“Help!” He heard the faint voice of someone calling. Looking around, Izuku saw another examinee, one that had stopped him from falling face down at the entrance, stuck under debris.

With the giant robot heading right for her.

Unwilling to take the chance that the robot might stop in time, he cast the enchantment again, speeding up. Near the robot, he raised the staff and slammed it on the tracks.

The zero point rippled, its plates buckling and groaning under the stress. With a pop, it transformed into the purple critter.

His mana levels were low.

Rushing to help the nice girl, he found the debris too heavy for his current form, but there was enough in the tank for one last trick.

Izuku twirled the staff, and suddenly, Lulu was six times as big, easily able to remove the large piece of concrete. He took the girl into his arms and ran away.

—

“At least he didn’t destroy it,” Power Loader said. He had just pressed the button to stop all bots.

It was a good thing the young man didn’t transform into something that could damage or destroy the zero pointer. It already was an expensive piece of work, and having to rebuild it again would be a killer on their budget.

“Some of these transformations are just… I mean, gods? Demi-gods? Trolls? Demons?” Vlad King shook his head.

Did the boy believe his transformations were gods? Or was there something else at play?

“I’ll admit, of all the quirks I saw, that one is definitely interesting,” their principal said. He then began to giggle, sending shivers down the spines of the staff.

Whenever the rodent found something interesting, it never ended well for their sanity.

Aizawa glanced at the recent addition to their school. “All Might, you have been awfully quiet.”

“I actually had the chance to meet young Midoriya. While his transformations are eccentric, I believe he has the heart of a true hero.”

“Eccentric? Some of them are undead creatures,” Vlad said. He pointed at the list, where several walking corpses were glowing an eerie green. One had spears going through her torso, and another was basically a ghost centaur.

“Ah, yes.” All Might laughed nervously. He had asked if the young man had any transformation in his arsenal that might heal his condition, and to his fortune, there actually was one.

A wanderer from the celestial dimension.

He didn’t know, nor want to know, what exactly that entailed.

However, young Midoriya’s transformations were random, and he did not know when Soraka would be available again.

All Might hoped it was soon.

—

The exam was over soon, and he took his fellow examinee to Recovery Girl.

Trying not to squeal like the fanboy he was, Izuku searched for his hero autograph book. Realizing he was still in his transformed state and the book was gone, he quickly turned back to a human.

The Recovery Girl, in the meantime, gave the wounded examinee a smooch on the cheek, and she was right as rain.

“Recovery Girl, can I get an autograph, please?!” He asked, jumping where he stood.

“Of course, dearie, here you go.” She much preferred the ones that wanted autographs over the ones that needed medical help.

“Thank you so much!” Izuku’s voice was pitched as he ran out of the examination area. He didn’t even hear the girl call out behind him.

—

Midoriya Residence

“Hey Mom,” Izuku called out. Their apartment was already smelling something delicious.

His mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron. “Izuku, welcome. How did it go?”

“Awesome. I got a support class, but I still managed to do pretty well.” The entire ride home, he was calculating the points.

 He should have at least close to fifty.

“That is great, honey. Why don’t you get cleaned up? I made katsudon.”

—

Waiting for his exam results was torture. Well, maybe not. But Izuku still was restless.

His transformation choices for the last week were not the type to be easily shown in public, and he couldn’t even train.

Except for Rell and her ferromancy. There was a nearby beach that the people used for illegal dumping. With Rell’s metal manipulation and some permits to use his quirk under observation for public service, he cleaned the beach in a single day.

It was a great way to train and help the people.

The results had finally arrived, and he sat on the couch, holding the envelope tightly.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Inko said.

Izuku gently tore the wax seal off, taking out the object inside.

He didn’t have the time to observe it before All Might popped out in a hologram with his signature smile.

“I am here as a projection.”

“All Might?!” Both mother and son let out high-pitched noises.

He was too busy fanboying to listen.

“Greetings, young Midoriya. Yes, it is me, All Might, a new teacher at UA starting this year.”

“Now, without further ado, let us get to your test results. Your written exam was excellent, and in the practical part, you got forty-seven points. More than enough to pass.”

“However, a hero’s true nature is not just defeating the villains but also saving the people,” All Might pointed to the screen on his right.

It was a recording of the girl he saved. She was speaking to Present Mic, wondering if the boy who saved her had enough points, and if not, she offered some of her points.

Izuku’s eyes teared up slightly. It was the first time someone his age had done something kind like this. Usually, they either were sucking up to him because of his quirk or were Bakugo’s lackeys.

“Not only have you gained forty-seven points from defeating the robots, but you also earned sixty rescue points, putting you in first place.” 

The scoreboard had him in first place with one hundred and seven points.

Thirty more than Katsuki.

“Come, young Midoriya, this is your Hero Academia.”

—

UA

Izuku sighed.

The academy was extremely big, and finding his class took more time than the train. 

He finally stood before the entrance of class 1-A. The door was large enough that some of his taller transformations could pass through it with ease.

Pulling the door aside, he saw the two people he did not wish to.

One was Katsuki, a boy he was friends with years ago, and the other, the overbearing boy at the exam door.

They were in the middle of an argument but stopped once he entered inside, bringing the entire class's attention to him.

“Good morning,” the tall boy with glasses said. 

He was walking just like Blitzcrank.

“I am…” he started to introduce himself, but Izuku raised his hands. “Ah, I heard. I am Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you, Iida.”

“Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn’t you?” 

“Huh?”

“I had no idea. I misjudged you.”

“Huuh?”

“I hate to admit it, but you are better than me.”

“I didn’t really realize anything,” Izuku confessed. He assumed Ida was referring to the rescue points.

“That curly hair,” another familiar voice came from behind. “You are the one that transformed into a purple creature.” 

Izuku turned around to see the girl he had saved, the one that helped him before the exam.

“You passed just like Present Mic said,” she said. The bubbly girl was so excited, she talked nonstop for a while.

“Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends.” Someone drawled.

Izuku saw that it came from an unkempt man cocooned in a sleeping bag. He looked more like a caterpillar that would never become a butterfly.

“This is the hero course,” the man said. Opening the sleeping bag, he took a sip from a juice box. 

Izuku was weirded out, but less than his classmates. After all, he transformed into worse entities.

“It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough.” Their teacher moved out of the sleeping bag, and Izuku shuddered to imagine him sleeping in the class because it was more convenient.

“I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you,” he said.

The class members of 1-A reacted as expected, raising a collective “Eh?!”

“It is kind of sudden, but put this on and go out to the field,” he said, pulling out a PE uniform.

Izuku looked at his champion card of the day. It would have been more useful during the exam.

—

“A quirk assessment test?” 1-A asked, speaking as one again. 

Aizawa explained that as heroes, they did not have the time for leisurely activities like orientation. UA’s selling point was how unrestricted its school traditions were and that the teachers ran their classes accordingly.

They would be doing the physical fitness tests everyone did since junior high school. This time, they would be doing it with their quirks.

“Midoriya. You got first place in the exam.”

“Yes?”

“Go ahead and transform.”

“It’s best if I don’t. It’ll ruin the weather.”

“Oh? Are you saying you won’t give it your all? I am sure we can deal with bad weather.”

“Okay,” Izuku said. He walked a few feet away and took out the card. Pressing it to his chest, he let the transformation run its course.

True to Midoriya’s words, the sunny sky was slowly covered with storm clouds. The wind picked up speed. Thunder rolled in the sky.

Aizawa’s eye twitched as a raindrop fell on his head.

Once Izuku’s transformation was over, a monster stood in his place.

Eight meters tall, it was a bear with white fur, blackening near the limbs. Shards were poking out of its back, each one crystallized lightning.

Izuku roared instinctively.

Volibear’s voice shook the air. His classmates covered their ears, though one looked particularly pained.

“What is that?!” A short boy with purple balls on top of his head screamed, echoing the feelings of the class.

“What do I do now?” Izuku asked, scratching the back of his head. His voice was like the rumbling sky, and he had to be careful to not raise it too much.

Otherwise, lightning followed.

It was weird to see a bear that tall looking sheepish, and it made him appear less harmless. Regardless, the class members of 1-A took a step back, and even the usually belligerent Bakugo was silent.

Raising his paws to the sky, Izuku focused, dispelling the storm, much to the relief of his classmates and teacher.

“Can’t you change to something else?” Aizawa asked. This transformation would ruin the field for other students.

“No, it’s one random champion card a day. I haven’t found a way to transform into more than that.” Izuku had tried everything he could think of but could not suppress the one-card limit.

“Change back then,” Aizawa drawled. Beyond the weather, having a bear of this size and weight among the remaining students was an incident waiting to happen.

The bear nodded, glowing as he shrunk down, revealing the human.

“Hope you trained with more than just your quirk, Midoriya,” Aizawa grinned. This quirk was challenging, and he wanted to know if Midoriya Izuku could control it or not.

Being a hero required more than just a flashy quirk.

“Bakugo, you go first,” Aizawa said. He handed the ball to the second-ranked student in the exam. The boy’s personality was like his quirk, explosive. However, he seemed to have good combat instincts and would do so as a baseline.

Midoriya would be tested in his transformed state before the end of the day.

“Die!” Bakugo screamed. An explosion trailed after the ball, launching it further than possible by a quirkless throw.

“Know your maximum first,” Aizawa said. The ball could be seen in the distance, falling as it glinted.

“That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero.” Aizawa raised the phone, showing the result of Bakugo’s throw.

705.2 meters.

“705 meters, for real?” “What’s this? It looks so much fun.” “We can use our quirks as much as we want. As expected from the hero course.” 

His classmates cheered at the chance to let loose with their quirks. 

But Izuku got the goosebumps.

“It looks fun, huh?” Aizawa spoke, but this time, his voice carried more than just fatigue.

“You have three years to become heroes. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?”

Their teacher grinned. “Alright. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion.”

“We’re free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students,” he raked his fingers through his hair. “Welcome to UA’s hero course.”

“Oh, and Midoriya, transform back,” Aizawa ordered. If these children wanted to be illogical, he would show them otherwise.

Izuku’s throat bobbed.

This teacher was intense when he wanted to be.