Spacetime Anomaly: MHA Fanfic

Chapter 9.1: Mr. Five-Time National Champion

The next day, the true first day of school, Izuku left his house at a more reasonable time. He made it into his classroom with just five minutes to spare and as a result, most of his peers had already arrived. Walking over to his desk, Izuku caused quite a stir as he sat down and practically ceased to function. His perception of time slowed down to the utter limit as he prepared to wait for the next four hours to slip by.

When Aizawa entered and silently took attendance, Iida couldn't help but ask, "Sensei, is there something wrong with Midoriya? He hasn't moved since he sat down and none of us want to risk disturbing him in that… state."

As Aizawa sighed, Mina rose up to say, "He's practicing with his time powers, I think. Unlike the rest of us, Midori-kun doesn't have to study academics, right Aizawa-sensei?"

"WHAT?!" Iida nearly chopped a tear into space himself as he watched his homeroom teacher nod absentmindedly, "How could he be exempt from the studies of a regular student? I wouldn't imagine U.A. of all places to show favoritism just because he's the most physically capable person here!"

"Hmph! You're dead wrong if that's what you think of Midori-kun," Mina frowned. She snorted loudly before saying, "Midori-kun's already got a high school degree; the equivalent to one, anyway. So, he simply doesn't need to take these classes, AGAIN," she emphasized.

"Whoa, you serious?" Kaminari questioned.

"Serious?" Mina grew proud as if she were talking about herself as she added, "Forget the highschool degree. He's got University Degrees and a friggin M.D. to practice medicine!"

If before, the class wasn't shocked, now they definitely were as the concept of a fifteen-year-old licensed physician was just as rare as a similarly aged pro hero; though it was possible, it was simply too rare. Moreover, Izuku wasn't just any random fifteen-year-old active doctor, he also placed first on the U.A. Entrance Exam and was on track to earn his provisional hero license before his second year of high school. Basically, he was like some sort of ideal super genius.

However, before the class could dwell on their mysterious first ranked peer, Aizawa quickly silenced them in preparation for their morning classes. Izuku might not have to study academically, but the rest of them certainly did. And what boring, mundane classes they were… But that was to be expected, after all, U.A. was a high school before it was a Hero Academia. If anything, the most excitement the class got before lunch was in the fact that all their teachers were pro heroes.

They had Present Mic unsurprisingly teaching English, Cementoss on Modern Literature, Ectoplasma teaching Mathematics, and Midnight — for some godforsaken reason — enlightening them on Modern Art History. Even lunch was catered by the pro Lunch Rush. As to how a cook became a pro hero, that was anyone's guess.

Speaking of lunch, Izuku came out of his deathly-still state the precise moment the bell rang to let the students out for lunch. He took morning classes to be the best time for him to practice his ability to slow his perception of time as any other time could be considered a waste. His return to normalcy was picked up almost immediately, as several of his peers called out to get more details about these Degrees Mina previously mentioned.

Somehow, before Izuku knew it, he had arrived at the cafeteria with a tray before him, lined up with several dishes and a table similarly filled to near max capacity with four people gathered around him. As he started eating his lunch, the people around him passed around his phone for those curious about the photos of his various certificates and academic Degrees.

As his phone once more found itself before its owner, Izuku found an around slung around his shoulder as Kirishima loudly said, "Dude, how you managed to accomplish so much in your studies while still training your body is beyond manly..."

"Seriously," Iida pressed on his glasses, "This is a most impressive feat Midoriya-san! I should have expected as much from the highest-ranked student in Class 1-A."

"Stil, though, how did you do it?" Asui tilted her head. "Even if you used your powers over time, how did you persist through the boredom of it all? Heck, even if I had your ability to speed up my perception, I don't think I would have the will to study like a madman for years just to finish my studies faster..."

As Asui brought up a good point, the people gathered around Izuku quieted down to hear his response. Sadly, he didn't give them any sort of secret as he flatly stated, "I just set that as my goal the day I learned I was Quirkless. In fact, before discovering most of my powers, I didn't expect to be in the position I am today."

He would have elaborated, had he not sensed an imminent attack making its way behind him. Holding up his hand by the left side of his head, a purple glow emanated from both his hand and eyes as he caught a chop with little effort. After making contact, it was game over for his attacker as the purple glow of Izuku's gravity encroached them from their attacking hand to the rest of their body. However, since Izuku already knew who had attacked him and more importantly, why, he simply shook his head after capturing his attacker and used his powers to bring about the little lady behind him over to the seat next to his.

All this happened within a second, so the rest of the table couldn't even get a word in before Izuku withdrew his powers and sighed, saying, "I'm happy to see you got in as well, Kendo-san..."

Itsuka Kendo, the girl with ginger orange hair and teal eyes, simply laughed as she playfully punched Izuku in the shoulder. She said, "Hah! I finally got you to use your Quirk! Now, tell me, where have you been hiding all this time."

"I haven't been hiding anywhere..."

"Really? Then why'd you stop coming to the dojo? For the last couple months you've been missing, I've been bored out of my mind being number one..."

"Mhmm… I've been training like I always do, just a bit harder… Anyway," Izuku could practically feel the stares his classmates were etching into him as they silently awaited him. So, he said, "I should probably introduce you guys." He pointed at Itsuka and said, "This is Itsuka Kendo, I used to go to the same dojo as her to learn martial arts."

It was only then that Itsuka realized she was still at school as she quickly picked up from where Izuku left and said, "Dear me, that was awfully rude of myself," after shrinking away for a moment, presumably out of shame, she continued, "like Midoriya said, my name's Itsuka Kendo and I'm from Class 1-B."

"Now then..." Itsuka turned to Izuku, smirking as she pointed at him with an accusatory finger, "Mr. Five-time National Champion, please bring out your phone."

Shaking his head, Izuku complied, but he did so while saying, "Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that..."

"Haven't you heard me say you should be proud of your accomplishments?" she quipped as she snatched his phone right out of his hands. Less than five seconds later, after a phone rang out from her back pocket, she handed Izuku back her phone and stood up to leave. As she walked away, she snorted and said, "Now, you won't be able to forgo our martial arts training. Not unless… you want me to make your life at school hell~"

Needless to say, her eccentricities left everyone present, aside from Izuku, rightfully bemused. Izuku, not wanting them to get the wrong impression, or at least not wanting their impression of her to deteriorate much more, vouched for her, saying, "S-she's usually not this trigger-happy. It's only because we trained in Gongfu that she's so unreserved..."

"Ok, but… Mr. Five-time National Champion?" Kaminari's face scrunched up at the thought of Izuku being any more impressive.

"Oh that? Well, since we learned Gongfu together, I may have won a couple of competitions. But only in the junior division. It's not like I was against a.d.u.l.ts or anything..."

Ojiro, who just so happened to be walking with his tray back to the line to get seconds, happened to have caught on to the last couple sentenced. Thus, he paused to say, "Don't sell yourself short Midoriya. I don't know much about Gongfu, but I'm pretty sure most competitive martial sports that are separated into Junior and Major leagues state that anyone under the age of eighteen can compete in the Junior League. Actually," now that he thought more deeply on the subject, Ojiro developed a mild cold sweat as he carelessly, commented, "Didn't you also make it to National finals for Japan's Junior Karate League last year?"

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" Izuku said, as he previously thought he had seen Ojiro somewhere in the past. "You made it to the Top 8, right?"

"Yeah..."

As more and more of Izuku's achievements were brought to light, he only continued to grow increasingly estranged. What was he, exactly? A scholar? A doctor? An Esper? A martial artist? Somehow he was all those things at the same time, yet barely reacted to his accomplishments with barely more than the intent of understanding. Just how could someone so powerful, so useful, be so reserved…

Those at Izuku's table couldn't help but turn at the sounds of explosions — mild and relatively controlled explosions, but explosions nonetheless — and the wrathful yelling of their class' ash-blonde haired walking vessel of hate cursed expletives at Kirishima; presumably, trying to be left alone.

From the results of the Quirk Apprehension test, they all knew Bakugo was among the best even for their class. He was born with such a versatile and useful Quirk and was the closest to Izuku when it came to Entrance Exam scores. Yet he was arrogant and obnoxious and Izuku, though not timid, was too quiet and reserved for comfort. He wasn't as withdrawn as the recommendation students that accompanied himself and Bakugo in the Top 4 of the Quirk Apprehension test. Only, seemingly unaware of how to properly manage social interactions.