MHA: The Fictional Hero: All Fiction - Chapter 7

< U.A Exam Observation Room >

“D-Did he just… cut my robot in half!?” Power Loader shouted, eyes wide as the massive Zero Pointer collapsed in two cleanly separated halves. Oddly no Sparks or anything flew, as the green haired boy, send the two cut parts crashing into the ground.

All around the observation room, the teachers stood frozen, staring at the split remains of what was supposed to be an insurmountable obstacle for the Exam.

On a nearby monitor, Principal Nezu calmly swiped to another screen, displaying an article featuring a strange red heart shaped fruit with swirling patterns. “So that would be the power of the so-called Ope Ope no Mi,” he murmured thoughtfully, tail swaying as he read.

“That’s another Devil Fruit?” Midnight blinked, visibly shaken. “You’re serious… right?”

“It’s not a joke,” Nezu replied with a nod. “According to this, the Ope Ope no Mi transforms its user into a so-called ‘Free Modification Human’. Within that blue sphere—his ‘Room’—he can modify anything. People, objects… even the environment itself. With complete freedom.”

The silence in the room thickened.

“So far,” Nezu continued, tapping the screen, “he’s only demonstrated abilities used by the characters he copies. That might be a limitation of his Quirk—perhaps he can’t go beyond what’s defined by the original character. Also, his physical strength doesn’t change. It’s still his own body performing those feats. And there is also this…”

His gaze sharpened as he replayed a particular moment in the footage: the boy’s hand sinking into a manga page, only to pull out a katana from within its inked depths.

“...So I didn’t imagine that.” Cementoss narrowed his eyes.

Power Loader suddenly lunged toward the monitor, practically bouncing with excitement. “Wait, wait, wait! Are you saying he can materialize fictional objects into reality!? This is revolutionary! He applied to the Support Course too, didn’t he?! We have to bring him in! Just think of the possibilities—fictional technology brought to life! Limitless energy! Matter manipulation! Power armor! We could reverse-engineer an Iron Man suit!”

“Unfortunately, it’s his choice which course he joins. The Hero Course is his first choice.” Then Nezu’s tone darkened slightly, though his fascination remained. “And as unbelievable as this is, that side of his Quirk may be even more dangerous than the ability to copy powers. If he truly can bring fictional items into our world—with full functionality—it could spell disaster in the wrong hands. Especially if others can use them too.”

His words hung in the air like a lead weight.

“Wait, look—” Midnight pointed at the screen. “Is he… healing that girl’s leg?”

The footage showed Izuku kneeling beside a girl, blue flames from his Palm surrounding her injured leg. Her expression shifted from pain to stunned relief.

Nezu folded his paws together, eyes gleaming behind his calm exterior. “That would be the healing Powers of the Phoenix Fruit. Looks like Recovery Girl might want him as an apprentice as well…”

———

< Exam Site B >

“Are you okay, Ochaco?” Izuku asked, his voice laced with worry as he finally began to catch his breath. His hands trembled slightly, lungs burning from the last dash of effort. “Does anything hurt?”

Ochaco’s cheeks turned a shade redder at his words. She tried to push herself up from the ground, only to wince sharply and grab at her ankle. “Ouch… my ankle. It still hurts.”

“Hold on. Just give me a moment,” Izuku murmured, still panting. He reached for Law’s sword—the one he’d drawn from the manga—and slid it back into the page it had come from. As it vanished, he felt the familiar pressure on his Quirk release.

That block was gone.

It was something he’d become used to—his Quirk had rules, and they became relative clear after a few experiments: an item had to be returned intact before he could summon another. If he broke it, altered its form, or used something like Gain on a Greed Island card to manifest it permanently, the block remained. But returning an item whole, even with scratches or minor damage, lifted the block immediately.

He understood now that it wasn’t a simple block—it was a cooldown period. The way it functioned depended on the item’s nature.

The Greed Island Ring, for example—complete with its full card set—had required over a month before he could draw another item. In contrast, a pair of Gale Force Reading Glasses from Fairy Tail, which let him blitz through any book with flawless comprehension, had only needed two weeks. Those glasses had saved him an enormous amount of study time.

And then there were mundane items—things like pens, knives, or everyday tools. Those usually had a one-week cooldown, the shortest possible.

The pattern wasn’t entirely predictable, but his best guess was that cooldowns were based on a mix of factors: how unnatural the item would be in this world, its power level, potential danger, and maybe even its perceived value. That valuation might even be influenced by his subconscious—something about how he judged the item or maybe something else entirely.

Still, he couldn’t shake the question: What force was truly setting the rules? His Quirk was unscientific even if the Multiverse Theroy was true.

He'd once tried pulling out a Cosmic Cube from a Marvel comic. Nothing happened. Total failure. His current theory? The cooldown on such a reality-warping artifact might exceed his entire lifespan.

On the flip side, he could pull out the Infinity Stones—but they were just colored rocks. No concept of reality manipulating power. That told him something important: the objects he summoned still obeyed their original lore. The Infinity Stones didn’t work here because their power only functioned within their universe. It was an odd detail, but one he’d come to accept.

Flavor text mattered.

Flipping open the manga once more, he found a panel of Marco the Phoenix. Pressing his Fingers to the page, Izuku copied the power of Marco gaining the Phoenix Fruit again. His palm glowed faintly as flickers of blue flame curled around his fingers.

“This might drain your stamina a bit, but it’ll heal you,” he said softly, reaching down and brushing his hand gently against the smooth skin of her ankle.

Warmth pulsed through her leg, and Ochaco let out a small breath, blushing as the pain rapidly vanished.

“W-Wow… that felt so nice… so warm,” she murmured, face redder than ever.

Before Izuku could respond, a loud voice boomed across the arena.

“And that’s a wrap! The exam is officially over!” Present Mic’s unmistakable shout echoed from the intercom.

“Well… looks like that’s it for us, Ochaco.” Izuku smiled, rising to his feet.

Her blush deepened again, and only then did he realize how casually he’d used her first name.

“A-Ah! Sorry! I didn’t mean to be so informal, Uraraka-san!” He bowed quickly, flustered. “I guess I got too used to Camie’s carefree way of speaking. I slipped up without thinking!”

“No, no, it’s fine! Really!” she replied quickly, waving her hands. “You saved my life. And… I actually like it when you call me Ochaco.”

“Really? Then I’ll keep calling you that,” he nodded, then smiled bashfully. “But only if you call me Izuku too.”

She giggled, cheeks still pink. “Deal.”

Izuku’s expression softened, but he added thoughtfully, “Though I don’t know if I really saved your life. I mean, sure, I helped you, and it felt like you were in danger. But I doubt the Zero Pointer would’ve actually run you over. I mean… this is still a test, right? There has to be some kind of safety mechanism.”

Ochaco shrugged as they walked side by side toward the waiting buses. “Maybe. You’re probably right. But we can’t know for sure. And even if there were safety protocols… they can fail.”

Her voice grew a bit softer.

“And in the end, you were the only one who came to help me. Real danger or not, that meant everything. I’m… really grateful.”

———

Ochaco hesitated just inside the entryway of the apartment building, her bag clutched in both hands. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to come with you…?” she asked, glancing between Izuku and Camie with clear unease. “I mean… we just met today…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku replied with a relaxed smile, already leading the way toward the stairs. “My mom would disown me if I let a friend spend the night alone in some hotel after that kind of exam. I already texted her—you’re totally welcome to join us for dinner. She cooked way too much anyway.”

Ochaco opened her mouth to protest again, but before she could, Camie spun dramatically on her heel and threw her arms around both of them—well, more like draped herself casually over their shoulders.

“Girl, you think his mom’s gonna be mad?” she said with a cheeky grin. “Please. She’s gonna be braggin’ to the neighbors like, ‘My son brought home two knockout girls!’”

Izuku groaned, deadpanning as he reached for his keys. “Thank you for your input, Camie. Really helpful. Please don’t give my mom a heart attack… or any ideas.”

“No promises~” Camie sang, laughing as she kicked off her shoes the moment the door creaked open.

The warm scent of curry floated into the hallway, rich and savory with just the faintest hint of ginger. Even Ochaco’s nerves couldn’t resist reacting—her stomach growled quietly, and she froze, embarrassed.

Izuku’s ears caught it, and he smiled. “See? Even your stomach agrees you belong here.”

Ochaco blushed, eyes darting to the floor. “Ugh… sorry. I didn’t eat anything after the exam…”

“Well then,” he said, stepping aside, “you came to the right place.”

“Izuku? Is that you?” came a cheerful voice from within the apartment.

A moment later, Inko Midoriya emerged from the kitchen, still wearing an apron and drying her hands on a dish towel. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the unfamiliar faces.

“Oh! You did bring friends! Welcome, welcome!” she said, hurrying over with genuine warmth.

Izuku scratched his cheek, a bit sheepish. “Hey, Mom. Uh, this is Camie Utsushimi, and this is Uraraka Ochaco. I already told you about Camie. And Ochaco, I met her at the exam today.”

“Nice to meet ya, ma’am~” Camie said with a little wave and an exaggerated tilt of her head.

“I-It’s a pleasure, Midoriya-san!” Ochaco bowed quickly. “And thank you for letting me come over so suddenly. I promise I won’t stay too long—!”

“Oh, nonsense,” Inko said with a bright smile. “You’re more than welcome here. I made enough curry to feed ten. Come in, come in!”

As they stepped into the apartment, Camie leaned toward Ochaco and stage-whispered, “Told ya. She’s totally into the two-girls-one-son energy.”

Ochaco nearly choked on her own breath, cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red.

Izuku turned around mid-step, expression torn between horrified and resigned. “Camie. For the love of everything. Please behave.”

“No promises, babe~” she repeated sweetly, already making herself at home on the living room couch.

Inko, thankfully oblivious to the exchange—or choosing to ignore it with expert mom diplomacy—gestured toward the table. “Alright, everyone, sit! The rice is fresh, the curry’s hot, and the katsudon’s just finished crisping. And I want to hear all about how the exam went!”

Ochaco took a seat slowly, her nerves finally starting to settle thanks to Inko’s warmth and Izuku’s easygoing energy.

As Izuku passed her a plate, he offered a small smile. “Really… I’m glad you came.”

Ochaco blinked, surprised at how sincere his voice was.

“…Me too,” she murmured, returning the smile.

Camie, already halfway through a spoonful of rice, gave an approving hum. “Aww~ First a rescue, now dinner. Hero boy’s on fire today.”

Izuku buried his face in his hands with a groan. “Why do I feel like I’ve lost control of my own life already…”

———

< One Week later >

The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room window, casting golden patterns on the hardwood floor. Inko Midoriya was sorting through the day’s mail, humming softly to herself as she pulled out a thick white envelope from the stack.

Her eyes widened immediately at the bold seal stamped across the front:

U.A. University – Entrance Exam Results

“Izuku!” she called, already halfway to his room. “You’ve got something! It’s here!”

A thump echoed from behind his door, followed by rapid footsteps. The door slid open a moment later, revealing Izuku in his usual hoodie, hair still slightly damp from as he had just gotten out of the Shower after his training.

“Is that it?!” he asked, voice high with anticipation—and maybe mild panic. Now that the moment of truth was actually here, the nervousness caught up with him.

Inko held the envelope out to him with both hands, smiling gently. “It came today. I didn’t peek, promise.”

Izuku took it like it might explode in his hands. “T-Thanks, Mom…”

She reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “No matter what it says… I’m already proud of you, sweetie.”

Izuku nodded, eyes locked on the envelope as he retreated into his room, heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. But instead of tearing it open immediately, he sat on the edge of his bed and reached for his phone.

They had promised. Izuku had made a promise with his Friends.

Group Chat: “U.A. Exam Survivors”

Izuku:

Just got my letter.

Ochaco:

M-Me too!!

I’ve been staring at it for ten minutes and I can’t open it alone…

Camie:

Same, babes~ Been usin’ mine as a coaster to avoid panic. Let’s do this together, yeah?

Izuku:

Video call?

Camie:

Hit it.

Ochaco:

Y-Yes! Let’s open them together!

A moment later, the video call connected.

Camie appeared first, lying sideways on her bed with her envelope tucked under her cheek like a pillow. She flashed the screen a peace sign. “Okay, okay, dramatic anime moment: everyone show the goods~”

Izuku held his envelope up to the camera. “Here.”

Ochaco’s feed popped on, showing her sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, her envelope in her lap and both hands clutched tightly in her sleeves. “O-Okay. I have mine, too…”

“On three?” Camie asked, voice dripping with suspense.

“W-Wait, are we opening them or checking for a disc?” Ochaco asked quickly.

“I think U.A. uses video messages now,” Izuku said, adjusting the camera so they could see the edge of his desk. “We might all get something different.”

Camie nodded. “Alright, squad. If we’re doin’ this, we do it together. No early peeks!”

Izuku took a deep breath, then counted, “One… two… three!”

Three envelopes tore open in imperfect unison. Inside each was a thin, black disc—labeled with a gold U.A. logo.

Before he realized what was happening, the disk began to flicker.

A ray of light appeared from it projecting a Screen.

Then—BOOM! A massive figure filled the screen in bright golden light.

“I AM HERE… AS A PROJECTION TO DELIVER YOUR RESULTS!” All Might’s voice thundered through the speakers.

All three jumped as each recieved their own Message.

“Waaa~” Camie squealed. “They really went for the drama!”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat.

“Haha! You may be wondering why I’m here!” All Might stated while building up some tension, “Well the reason I have been staying here larely is because I will be teaching at U.A University!”

“Oh my god—no way, no way! We’re gonna be taught by freakin’ All Might! Like, how is this even real? This school’s next level!” Camie cheered in the background, as he vaguely heard how both of them recieved a pretty similar explanation.

Ochaco’s happiness wasn’t far behind, “Wha—what?! All Might’s really going to be teaching us?”

"Midoriya Izuku!" All Might's image filled the screen, his arms crossed in his signature heroic pose, a bright smile shining beneath his iconic shadowed eyes.

"For your written Portion you aced it, achieving the highest Score alongside one other Examinee! You displayed remarkable skill and versatility during the Practical Part. Your written scores were already impressive—but more importantly, you never hesitated to use your time and abilities to help your fellow examinees in their moments of need."

He leaned forward slightly, voice growing deeper, more sincere.

"Especially during the final stage of the exam—you charged straight into danger, without a moment's hesitation, to rescue another student. That, young man, is the spirit of a true hero!"

Ochaco gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth having overheard All Might talking about her.

Camie leaned in close to her camera, whispering, “That’s you, girl~”

"What kind of hero school would we be if we didn’t value heroic actions?" All Might declared, his voice brimming with pride. "The entire exam included a hidden component—Rescue Points!"

With a triumphant grin, he lifted a shining golden envelope toward the camera.

"And thanks to your courage and selflessness… you’ve passed! This is your Hero Academia young Midoriya! Welcome to U.A University!"

Izuku Midoriya

Villain Points: 77

Rescue Points: 65

Total: 142

Izuku froze. For a second, all sound disappeared.

Then—

“I did it… I really did it!” he breathed, barely believing it.

“HECK YEAH YOU DID!” Camie whooped, tossing a pillow into the air. “Our boy’s gonna be a hero!”

Then the Top 10 appeared behind All Might on the Screen.

Bakugo had the same Villain Score as him. Oh, that had to sting. Even more because he just lost because of Izuku’s Rescue Points.

Ochaco was also in the Top 10, with 39 Villain Points and 25 Rescue Points bringing her to the sixth Spot.

Izuku’s head snapped up as he didn’t see Camie’s, “Wait—what about yours Camie?! I know your Illusions aren’t very effective against Robots but I tought you did well?”

“Aww, Izu-kun~ You worried 'bout lil' ol’ me?” she purred with a grin, tilting her head. “No stress, babe—I totally passed. Those bots couldn’t see through my illusions, and I flipped a few sneaky kill switches on ’em. Stealth queen, y’know?”

“Y-You really…? We all made it?” Izuku asked, voice trembling with relief.

“All three of us, babe,” Camie said proudly, “U.A.’s cutest hero trio incoming.”

Ochaco smiled, cheeks pink. “I’m really glad we waited for each other…”

Izuku exhaled, heart still pounding. “Me too.”

For the first time in a long while, the weight in his chest felt lighter. He hadn’t just passed. He also got some revenge against Bakugo in. And most importantly he had two new friends by his side—and they were going to face U.A. together.

“Sooo~ you think there’ll be more cutie girls in our class for ya to charm, Izu-kun?” she asked with a smirk, eyes sparkling.

“Camie!” Izuku sighed in exasperation.