MHA: The Lawbreaker

[I just retconned the 3rd chapter as I didn't write it according to my vision of how the story goes.] 

The battlefield around me was a mess. A graveyard of shattered metal, crumpled robots, and dust clouds still settling in the air. The Zero Pointer was nothing more than an oversized scrap heap, lying face-first in the ruins of what was once a fake city.

And me?

Still standing. Barely.

The second I deactivated Lawbreaker, it all hit at once. The weight. The exhaustion. The deep, bone-aching fatigue that didn't just settle in my muscles—it reached my damn soul. It was the price of breaking the world's rules over and over again in rapid succession. While using it, I felt nothing. No pain, no resistance. But the moment I stopped? Yeah… reality came back with a vengeance.

I rolled my neck, shaking off the sluggishness. My body still obeyed me, for now. No way I was letting anyone see how drained I actually was.

Then—

"YOU BASTARD!!"

Oh?

I turned my head just in time to see Bakugo storming toward me, his hands practically sparking with rage. His face was twisted in frustration, teeth bared like an animal barely holding itself back from lunging.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT, HUH?!" He shouted, voice raw from all his screaming during the exam. "STEALIN' MY KILLS?!"

I blinked at him. "You mad, bro?"

His eye twitched.

Oh, this was fun.

"You—!" He stepped forward, explosions popping in his palms, but before he could get any closer—

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

A commanding voice rang out over the ruined battlefield. A few dozen feet away, a tall figure in a black trench coat stood on top of a wrecked robot, his scarf billowing slightly in the wind.

Eraserhead. The underground hero. Not that flashy which correlates to not being well known.

His half-lidded eyes swept over the battlefield, taking in the destruction. Then, they landed directly on me.

"Exam's over," he said, his voice calm but firm. "No need to start fights now."

Bakugo clicked his tongue but didn't back down. His glare stayed locked on me, his entire body still radiating frustration.

Then I flicked some dust off my shoulder and turned away, completely ignoring him.

That must've pissed him off even more, because I could hear him grit his teeth so hard it was a miracle they didn't shatter.

Meanwhile, the other examinees were still whispering about me.

"Did you see that guy?!"

"That was some next-level bullshit. How the hell are we supposed to compete with THAT?!"

"Dude took down the Zero Pointer like it was a fucking tutorial boss."

"I barely got one robot."

Eraserhead finally sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you're done here, leave the field. Results will be sent out later."

With that, he turned and walked off, his scarf shifting as he leapt down from the wreckage.

Bakugo still looked like he wanted to fight me, but Eraserhead's presence kept him from starting anything. Instead, he just scoffed, shoved past me roughly—like that would do anything—and stormed off.

I watched him go, then exhaled slowly.

The moment of tension passed.

Now, I just had to wait for the results.

And judging by the way the exam went?

Yeah.

I was getting in. 

A few days later…

I sat in my room, spinning a pen between my fingers, waiting.

Waiting for the damn letter.

It had been three days since the exam, and I'd spent most of that time dodging questions from my old classmates, ignoring Bakugo's thinly veiled threats, and dealing with the post-exam fatigue. Lawbreaker didn't have a long-term cooldown, but using it that much? Yeah, my body was still feeling the aftershocks. AHH! My back! What the hell? Goddamn mosquitoes, how'd they get in my shirt?

RING. RING.

I nearly jumped out of my chair. Not because I was nervous—obviously—but because my back still ached like hell and I wasn't expecting it.

I froze mid-spin, the pen slipping from my fingers and landing somewhere under my desk. The doorbell.

For a second, I just stared at the ceiling. Could be the mail. Could be some nosy neighbor. Could be Bakugo trying to be an asshole in person instead of just over text.

With a groan, I pushed myself up and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my limbs from the exam aftermath. My body still ached, but whatever. I shuffled toward the front door, running a hand through my hair as I yanked it open.

A small drone hovered just outside, a sleek black-and-silver design, no bigger than a shoebox.

Oh.

Well, that was new.

It beeped once, scanning me with a quick blue light before a hidden compartment slid open. A thin envelope dropped neatly into my hands, sealed with a golden "UA" logo.

This was it.

The results.

I glanced up at the drone, but it had already started hovering away, its job done.

I exhaled slowly, staring at the letter for a moment. No need to be dramatic. I already knew I got in.

Still…

I stepped back inside, shutting the door behind me. I traced my finger along the edge of the envelope, then, without another second of hesitation, tore it open.

A small disc clattered onto the table.

Then, it flickered to life.

And the Number One Hero himself, All Might, appeared in a hologram.

"YOUNG ARAKAWA!" His booming voice filled the room, bright and enthusiastic as ever. "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'VE PASSED THE U.A. ENTRANCE EXAM WITH AN ASTONISHING SCORE!"

No shit.

I smirked, crossing my arms as I leaned against the table, watching the projection.

"YOUR PERFORMANCE WAS TRULY REMARKABLE—A DISPLAY OF BOTH STRENGTH AND CREATIVITY!"

Yeah, yeah. Get to the numbers, old man.

"YOUR TOTAL VILLAIN POINTS CAME TO—" The hologram paused, then revealed the number in big, bold letters.

130 Villain Points.

"BUT WAIT!" All Might grinned wider, raising a dramatic finger. "THERE'S MORE!"

I blinked. More?

"AS YOU MAY KNOW, U.A. DOESN'T JUST REWARD STRENGTH! HEROISM IS JUST AS IMPORTANT! AND THAT'S WHY WE HAVE… RESCUE POINTS!"

Ah. Right. That.

I watched as the number appeared beside my villain score.

60 Rescue Points.

Wait, 130 was not my rescue points plus villain points? Are they giving out points for the ZERO pointer?

202 Total Points.

…Hah. Damn.

I let out a quiet chuckle, shaking my head. No wonder Bakugo was losing his mind. I definitely had first place. I wonder if Midoriya got in, probably not. He doesn't have a quirk poor guy.

"WITH THAT, YOUNG MAN, WELCOME TO YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!" All Might finished with a dramatic pose, the hologram flickering before shutting off.

I stared at the dark screen for a moment. Should I tell the old man?

Nah, I'll leave it.

 First Day at U.A. 

You know the drill, I woke up, got ready, and left. There weren't a lot of things to speak about in my house—nothing to speak to him. 

The train ride was uneventful. Not that I took it. I wasn't about to squeeze into a packed train when I had better options. Instead, I took my bike, weaving through the early morning streets of Musutafu like I owned the damn city.

The air was crisp, the sun barely rising over the skyline, casting long shadows. Perfect weather. Perfect morning. The kind of day where you just know something interesting is going to happen.

By the time I arrived at U.A.'s front gates, students were already streaming in. Some nervous, some excited, and a few—like Bakugo—looking ready to start a fight the second they stepped onto campus.

Speaking of…

I didn't even make it past the entrance before a familiar voice snarled from behind me.

"You."

Oh, here we go.

I turned, and there he was—Bakugo, standing a few feet away, shoulders tense, eyes locked onto me like a predator about to pounce. His hands were already sparking.

"What?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets.

His eye twitched. "You stole my first place."

I blinked at him. Then smirked. "Your first place? I didn't see your name on it."

"Tch—! You—!" He took a step forward, and for a second, I thought he was really going to throw hands right then and there.

But before he could, someone else stepped between us.

"Fighting before class even starts?" a smooth, even voice cut in. "That's kind of pathetic, don't you think?"

Todoroki.

Huh. Now this was interesting.

He stood with his usual too-cool-for-this expression, hands in his pockets, his mismatched eyes flicking between me and Bakugo.

"Stay outta this, Half-and-Half," Bakugo growled.

Todoroki didn't even flinch. "Just saying. If you have to prove yourself by picking fights, then maybe you weren't first-place material to begin with."

Oh damn.

I grinned. "Ouch. That sounded personal."

Bakugo's palm flared, a sharp pop of an explosion cracking through the air—

"What's all the commotion?"

Another voice cut in, this one authoritative.

I turned my head to see a tall, dark-haired guy in glasses walking toward us, his expression strict and disapproving.

"We're here to become heroes," he said, adjusting his glasses. "Not cause disruptions before class has even begun!"

Ah. Iida Tenya.

This just keeps getting better.

Bakugo, still simmering with frustration, clicked his tongue and turned away. "Tch. Whatever."

And just like that, the tension broke.

I glanced at Todoroki, who simply gave me a disinterested look before walking off. Then at Iida, who was still standing there, looking at me expectantly—like he was waiting for me to apologize or something.

Yeah, not happening.

So I just patted him on the shoulder and walked past him.

"Good talk, Glasses."

The Classroom – First Impressions, First Annoyances

Stepping into Class 1-A, the first thing I noticed was how ridiculously huge the door was. Like, why did they need doors this big? Who were they expecting, a kaiju?

The second thing I noticed?

A familiar green-haired boy sitting near the middle of the class, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

…Wait.

No way.

I actually stopped walking.

Midoriya got in?

Quirkless, weak, no-chance-in-hell Midoriya? 

I mean, good for him, but how? Last I checked, the guy couldn't even throw a proper punch without breaking his entire arm.

I tilted my head, watching him for a second. He hadn't noticed me yet, too busy muttering to himself.

Huh. Interesting.

"Move it, extra."

A rough shove to my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts.

Oh, for fu—

I turned my head to see Bakugo brushing past me, moving toward his seat like he hadn't just tried to push me aside.

I let out a low whistle. "Still mad, huh?"

No response. Just a twitch of his eye.

This is going to be fun.

I made my way toward an open seat near the back, dropping my bag onto the desk with a thump. As I sat down, I felt someone staring at me.

I glanced to the side and locked eyes with a girl with dark purple hair and earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes.

She looked me up and down, then lazily muttered, "You're the dude who broke physics during the exam, huh?"

"That's one way to put it, but it's not breaking physics if it's a quirk."

She hummed, then looked away. "Huh. Wild."

And that was the end of that conversation. 

The class was still settling in. Some students were chatting, some were sizing each other up, and others—like Midoriya—were still awkwardly adjusting to the fact that they were actually here.

I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my head, my eyes casually drifting across the room.

That's when I noticed something odd.

Or rather—someone odd.

An invisible girl.

Instinctively, I flexed Lawbreaker—just a tiny pulse, barely anything, like a subconscious twitch.

[Law Of Refraction]

And then—

My vision snapped into focus.

There she was.