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"If you continue like this, you'll definitely be expelled for being the last one!"
As Izuku Midoriya prepared to throw the shot put, many of the students who took the entrance exam with him began talking.
Most were remembering the incredible punch he threw during the entrance exam—it was truly shocking, though it seemed out of control.
Just as Izuku Midoriya decided to give his all and placed everything on this one throw, he hurled the shot put...
Without any surprises, a mechanical voice announced, "46 meters."
"Huh? This… how…?"
Midoriya's eyes widened.
Before he could make sense of it, Aizawa's typically calm voice sounded, now unusually cold:
"I erased your Quirk."
Midoriya and everyone else suddenly turned their heads to see Aizawa, his normally hidden eyes now exposed, glowing with a strange red light.
"How could someone like you even get into this school..." Aizawa's tone was full of disapproval, "You can't control your Quirk, can you? Every time you use it, someone else has to save you, just like during the entrance exam. Is that how you plan to be a hero?"
"Eraser Head... can rase the Quirk of others?"
Midoriya was stunned. After a moment, he realized he was facing Eraserhead, the hero known for nullifying quirks.
Bakugo also made the connection. He remembered feeling his own quirk disappear briefly in the classroom.
"I... I don't have that intention!" Midoriya quickly defended himself.
"Intentions aside, someone will always have to bail you out." Midoriya retorted, retracting his Quirk. His intense aura diminished, "Now, hurry up and throw it again. You still have two more tries."
'Quit stalling and show me the power of ONE FOR ALL.' Itadori thought to himself, his eyes flashing with impatience.
Standing in the pitching box, Midoriya clenched his jaw, then seemed to make up his mind as his expression hardened.
In an instant, everyone noticed his hand—or more precisely, his finger—beginning to glow.
"Smash!"
With a burst of air and energy rivaling Bakugo's earlier performance, the shot put rocketed out of Izuku Midoriya's hand, disappearing into the distant clouds.
"722.3 meters!" The machine announced.
"This guy... this stinky nerd!" Bakugo's face twisted, feeling as though his pride was being stomped on.
"Teacher! I... I can still move!" Midoriya stammered through the pain, tears welling up in his eyes from his nearly broken finger.
Aizawa hesitated for a moment before a slight smirk curved his lips.
'So, this is ONE FOR ALL. Impressive…'
Standing off to the side, unlike the other students who were eagerly talking, Itadori couldn't hide a gleeful, almost wild grin, 'For you, this Quirk might be a bit much, Midoriya...'
"Itadori?" Momo, who had been standing near him, was the only one who noticed the change in his expression. She moved a little closer and, for the first time in months, took his hand, even though she has taken more then his hand.
"Alright, everyone, change back into your uniforms and return to the classroom." Aizawa ordered, leaving the training grounds.
Everyone was surprised. Weren't they supposed to expel the last person?
"Stupid nerd!" Bakugo, however, was furious, striding toward Midoriya, who was still at the pitching box, timidly trying to explain himself.
"What's going on with those two?" Yuga Aoyama asked curiously, watching the tense exchange between Midoriya and Bakugo.
"They're... weird." Itadori muttered, turning to leave. To him, both Midoriya and Bakugo seemed a bit unhinged.
Meanwhile, Momo noticed everyone's eyes slowly drifting toward her, causing her to blush before she quickly pulled her hand away.
Later, Itadori walked down the hallway and noticed a familiar figure.
All Might!
In his muscular form, All Might's presence seemed to burst from his yellow-striped suit.
"You haven't given your all, young Itadori! Keep pushing forward!"
All Might flashed a thumbs up.
Itadori and All Might locked eyes before Itadori spoke slowly, "ONE FOR ALL… Izuku Midoriya, right?"
"Eh?" All Might was caught off guard.
"If I could merge it with [The World], it'd create the strongest, unbeatable Stand. Wouldn't you agree, All Might?"
Itadori smiled cryptically.
Cold sweat ran down All Might's face, "Ahahaha, that's a… unique idea. But most people only get one quirk in a lifetime, you know, ahahahaha!"
"True… what a shame." Itadori murmured, walking past All Might without looking back.
As he disappeared from view, All Might watched him with a frown, "Itadori… boy..."
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After school, back in the classroom, everyone had changed into their uniforms and were ready to head home. Aizawa explained that the threat of expelling the last person was just to create tension and motivation for everyone, though it didn't seem to affect everyone equally.
As Momo hesitated by her desk, watching her classmates pack up, she whispered to Itadori, "I was planning to walk home with some friends today, if… if you don't mind?"
"Go ahead." He replied, putting his schoolbag away before heading out.
"Momo, are you and Itadori-kun dating? You're calling each other by your first names!" Ashido Mina teased as she walked up, a curious gleam in her eye.
"No! It's not like that, it's just… because he saved me…" Momo stammered, waving her hands in embarrassment.
"Oooh, tell me more!" Mina said excitedly.
Tsuyu Asui and Toru Hagakure also gathered around, equally curious.
"But I noticed, after Midoriya threw that shot, Itadori's aura felt… strange." Jiro said, glancing toward the exit where Itadori had left.
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In a dimly lit underground bar in the slums, Yilan, with his front tooth missing and a cigarette hanging from his lips, exhaled a puff of smoke.
Across from him, Itadori sat, his face void of expression, "As an information broker, you must know this, right?"
"Hm?"
"Is there any way to transfer Quirks?"
Yilan extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, twisting it to put out the ember.
"If there were such a Quirk, it'd be huge news, wouldn't it? The Hero Association would likely lock it down."
Yilan explained, "Twenty percent of people in this world don't have Quirks. If such a thing existed, society would be in chaos."
Not getting the answer he wanted, Itadori stood up, ready to leave.
"Sorry I couldn't help you out." Yilan called out as Itadori walked away, "Drinks are on me."
The only response was the sound of the door closing behind Itadori.
"What a strange question…" Yilan muttered to himself, taking a sip of his drink, "That's the kind of thing a villain would ask."
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Back at the Yaoyorozu household:
"I'm back." Momo announced, entering the hallway as she changed her shoes.
It was silent, suggesting her parents weren't home.
Just as she switched to her indoor slippers, the door behind her opened.
She turned to see Itadori stepping in.
"Ah, Itadori-kun…"
Momo paused, flustered. She hadn't expected him to come back so soon.