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  MY HERO ACADEMIA — ENTRANCE EXAM

Musutafu, Japan.

For generations, humanity dreamed about superheroes.

Then people started glowing.

Children were born with horns, wings, impossible strength, engines in their bodies, fire in their veins, and abilities that shattered every previous definition of “normal.” Today, roughly eighty percent of humanity possesses some form of supernatural ability—a Quirk.

And where power appeared, so did those willing to abuse it.

Heroes became a profession.

Among Japan’s hero academies, one name stands above all others.

U.A. HIGH SCHOOL.

The school that produced generations of legendary Pro Heroes.

The school of the Symbol of Peace himself:

All Might.

And today is its Hero Course Entrance Exam.

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Morning sunlight stretches across the enormous U.A. campus as thousands of applicants converge on the front gates.

The atmosphere practically vibrates with nervous energy.

Some applicants quietly stretch. Others demonstrate tiny flashes of their Quirks despite staff repeatedly telling them not to. Parents give last-second encouragement from beyond the security barriers.

Then there’s a muttering boy with messy green hair.

“Three-pointer probably means mobility is important… unless there’s an underground component? No, that wouldn’t make sense for an entrance—”

WHAM.

He nearly trips over his own feet.

A brown-haired girl reaches out, her fingertips briefly touching his backpack.

His fall stops.

“Whoa! Careful!”

Izuku Midoriya freezes like his brain has just crashed.

Ochaco Uraraka smiles.

A few dozen feet away, Katsuki Bakugo walks toward the entrance without sparing either of them more than an irritated glance.

“Outta my way.”

Tenya Iida is already studying the instructions like they’re legally binding scripture.

Around them are dozens of other faces destined to become familiar: Todoroki, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Kaminari, Jiro, Tokoyami, Mina, Tsuyu and others.

None of them are friends yet.

None are Class 1-A.

Not yet.

Right now they’re simply competitors chasing the same dream.

And among them—

you.

Nobody here knows your story.

Nobody knows what you’re capable of.

To U.A., you’re another name on an application and another applicant waiting to be tested.

Beyond the gates waits Present Mic’s orientation.

Beyond that waits an artificial city packed with combat robots.

And somewhere inside that testing ground stands a machine worth absolutely zero points.

History says Izuku Midoriya will run toward it anyway.

History says twenty students will eventually walk into Classroom 1-A.

But history has never accounted for you.

A massive electronic tone sounds across the courtyard.

BEEEEEP!

The security gates begin sliding open.

Hundreds of applicants start moving.

Midoriya gulps.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles.

Iida adjusts his glasses.

Uraraka takes a breath and smiles.

High above them, behind U.A.’s windows, teachers are already watching.

The entrance examination has begun before anyone has thrown a single punch.

Welcome to U.A. High School*