MHA: The Lawbreaker

[Another Retcon: Midoriya did not enter U.A.]

"Okay, now that you all are lined up, let me clarify this before any of you get any stupid thoughts. U.A. is not any other high school where you just come, have fun, get your license, and get out," He clicked his tongue, "You have to prove your place here, that you belong here, and for the first part of this, I want to tell you, if you are to place last in this quirk assessment test, you would be declared a non-suitable candidate for hero duty. I would have to immediately expel you from this school. I hope no one wants that so do your ABSOLUTE best."

"What?" One of my classmates asked, slowly succumbing to the plot twist. 

"We just got through an entrance exam, right?" The pink girl with horns asked.

No one had the courage to speak up now; they were still reeling. I was pleasantly surprised, too, to learn that U.A. had these types of practices as well. 

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Aizawa's eyes. They were just dry, nothing else. He was a master at being nonchalant, a skill I am just beginning to master.

"Isn't that unfair?" The pink girl asked yet again. 

This time, Aizawa looked at her, dead in the eyes, "I don't ever want to hear that word again for the rest of the three years here, you understand?"

"There's no fairness in this situation, and your circumstances are no exception. Some of you may be receiving flashy quirks, but you're still not content. Meanwhile, others are struggling with quirks that are essentially useless. The truth is, life isn't fair, and everyone has their own challenges. However, it's important to move forward and find a way to make the best of the hand you've been dealt, Mina Ashido. Do you understand?" 

Well... he does give a hell of a speech.

"Yes... yes, I do, sir." Mina responded.

"So for the first part of our test, the softball throw." He announced, and I saw that the energy levels had clearly risen on the horizon.

"And we'll start with the student who got the first place in the entrance examination." 

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"Kaito Arakawa, please step forward." Aizawa called out as a smirk resurfaced in my mind, wouldn't wanna be looking arrogant, would ya'?

 The moment I reached the designated throwing area, Aizawa tossed me a softball. 

"Use your quirk and throw it as far as you can... without damaging anything here, if possible, that ball."

I caught the ball and rolled it around in my hand, feeling its weight.

Aizawa's eyes stayed on me, unblinking. He was waiting to see what I would do.

I took a deep breath and activated Lawbreaker.

The law I chose to break? Gravity.

For a few moments, the ball felt weightless in my palm. No force pulled it down. No resistance held it back. It was like holding a bubble of air.

I took my stance, pulled my arm back, and threw the ball with all my strength.

Then, right at the moment of release—

I let gravity return.

BOOM!

The ball exploded forward, tearing through the air like a rocket. A powerful gust of wind blasted outward from the sheer force.

Aizawa had to raise his scarf to block the dust cloud. The rest of the class? Stunned silence.

Everyone stared as the ball kept going... and going... and going... until it disappeared into the sky.

Aizawa checked the device in his hand. It beeped, and the number appeared.

"9999.9 meters." That is enough, right?

I shoved my hands into my pockets and turned back to the group.

Silence. Then—

"What the heck?!" Kaminari blurted out. "That's almost ten kilometers!"

"Bro, that's not just strong, that's like—" Kirishima's jaw dropped. "How did you even—?"

Momo Yaoyorozu adjusted her posture, clearly trying to figure out the mechanics of my throw. Geniuses can relate... yes.

Even Bakugo, standing off to the side, scowled. His fingers twitched like he was resisting the urge to blow something up. "Tch... damn extra. F***." 

I turned to Aizawa, expecting some kind of reaction.

He just sighed. "Creative use of your Quirk, good improvisation. But don't get cocky."

I smirked a little. Noted, teach.

Aizawa reset the device. "Next. Katsuki Bakugo."

Bakugo cracked his neck, a grin forming.

"Heh… let's see how you like this!"

I stepped back, watching as he took his stance.

Bakugo grabbed the softball, rolling it in his palm like he was already imagining it exploding. His red eyes locked onto the horizon, burning with challenge.

Aizawa didn't say anything, just nodded for him to start.

Bakugo crouched slightly, his muscles tensing. Then—BOOM!

An explosion blasted from his palm as he hurled the ball, sending it rocketing through the sky with a loud whoosh. A fiery trail followed it as it soared.

The class braced against the gust of wind left in its wake.

Aizawa checked the reading on his device. "705.2 meters."

Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Tch."

The class reacted instantly.

"Dude, that's insane!" Kirishima grinned. "Over 700 meters? That's gotta be one of the best scores, right?"

Bakugo barely acknowledged him, eyes flicking toward me instead. His scowl deepened.

I just gave him a lazy shrug.

It was obvious—he wasn't satisfied. Not when someone else had just thrown nearly ten kilometers.

"Tch… whatever," Bakugo muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Aizawa, as expressionless as ever, continued. "Next. Ochaco Uraraka."

Uraraka stepped forward nervously, gripping the softball.

She tapped her fingers together. "Okay… okay, I got this!"

She took a deep breath, pressed her fingertips against the ball—and the moment her Quirk activated, the ball floated.

The class watched in awe as she wound back and tossed it gently into the sky. Without gravity pulling it down, it just… kept going.

The device beeped.

"Infinity."

The class erupted.

"Wait, what?! That counts?!" Kaminari shouted.

"It technically never lands, so yes," Yaoyorozu reasoned, nodding.

Uraraka cheered, throwing her fists in the air. "Yay!"

Aizawa sighed. "Yeah, yeah, next."

As the rest of the class took their turns, I crossed my arms, glancing around.

Some of my classmates were muttering about my score. Others kept sneaking looks my way.

And Bakugo?

He hadn't stopped glaring. I flashed a smile at him as imaginary fumes escaped his body.

Yeah… he wasn't gonna let this go. Well, he'll try by the end of this year.

[50-meter Dash]

Aizawa tapped on his tablet. "Next, the 50-meter dash. Step up in pairs."

The lanes were marked, and a digital timer was set up. As expected, the faster students would naturally stand out here.

"First up—Tenya Iida and Kaito Arakawa."

Iida adjusted his glasses, his serious expression shifting into something almost eager. "I see… a test of raw speed! Very well, Arakawa, I won't hold back!"

I rolled my shoulders, stepping up to the starting line. "Wouldn't expect you to."

Aizawa raised a hand. "On my mark."

I took a breath, considering my options. I could run normally—probably get a solid time. Or I could break a law for a ridiculous result.

…Yeah, let's make it ridiculous.

"Three."[Law Of Friction]

"Two."

"One."I crouched slightly, ready to push off—

"Go!"

The moment my foot touched the ground.

I glided forward at a stupid speed, my body barely needing to move as I rocketed down the track. It was like sliding on ice, only faster—much faster.

Iida, using his Engine Quirk, burst forward with rapid strides. His calves flared with blue energy, pistons roaring as he accelerated. He was fast, incredibly fast—

But I was already at the finish line.

"0.95 seconds. Very impressive, Kaito."

I slid to a stop, canceling my Quirk just in time to avoid overshooting the track entirely. The moment friction returned, I planted my feet and stood upright.

"What? Do you think I'm gonna react, no, I'm done being surprised. That is cliché now." Kaminari sighed.

I chuckled, shoving my hands back into my pockets. "Fair enough."

Iida skidded to a stop next to me, panting slightly but still composed. He adjusted his glasses, eyes wide with both admiration and disbelief. "Arakawa… that was extraordinary. What exactly did you do?"

I tapped my chin. "Trade secret."

Iida blinked, then nodded seriously. "Ah, of course. A hero must always keep some techniques hidden for strategic advantage!"

Sure, let's go with that.

Aizawa barely reacted, his patience clearly thinning. "Next pair."

The rest of the 50-meter dash went by in a blur—literally, in some cases.

Shoto Todoroki used ice to propel himself forward, finishing in 2.0 seconds. Mina Ashido slid across acid secretions, getting a respectable 3.7 seconds. Momo, having no direct speed-enhancing Quirk, finished with a standard 5.6 seconds. Then there was Mineta, who tried bouncing on his sticky balls and just ended up face-planting halfway through.

By the time Bakugo's turn came, he was practically vibrating with frustration. He blasted himself forward using his explosions, finishing at 1.5 seconds—a damn good time.

But the moment he saw my score on the board, his eye twitched.

I grinned. "Good effort."

"SHUT UP!"

Aizawa rubbed his temples. "Less shouting, more testing."

[Grip Strength]

Aizawa handed out the dynamometer, and one by one, students took their turns. Some results were expected—Kirishima, using his Hardening Quirk, crushed the device in his grip. Ojiro, with his trained martial artist build, had a strong showing as well.

Then it was my turn.

I picked up the dynamometer and considered my approach.

Could I just brute-force it? Sure.

But why do that when I could have some fun?

I activated my Quirk—this time, breaking the law of structural integrity.

The moment I squeezed—

CRACK!

The device shattered like it was made of brittle glass.

Silence.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you really have to break school property?"

"I'm sorry... sir."

"I'm deducting that off your future hero salary for three months." He replied as my grin shortened.

Standing Long Jump

When my turn came up, I casually walked to the line.

I activated Lawbreaker, this time breaking the law of momentum conservation.

I bent my knees slightly and pushed off.

The moment I left the ground, my body carried an unnatural forward force, like I'd been launched from a cannon—except I hadn't put nearly enough effort in for that.

I cleared the entire length of the sand pit, landing smoothly at the farthest possible mark.

Aizawa sighed. "At this point, just write it down and move on."

The test started, measuring how fast we could move from side to side.

This time, I didn't fully erase friction. That would've turned this into ice skating without skates.

Instead, I selectively reduced it—just enough to slip between steps with minimal resistance, letting me cut the time down absurdly. A neat trick I learned back in middle school. Was pretty easy, definitely didn't practice for like one whole year for that. 

By the time the final test ended, the class had gone from impressed to outright baffled. Some were still trying to rationalize what they'd seen, others just accepted it.

Kirishima grinned, slapping my back with way too much enthusiasm. "Dude, you're insane! That was so manly!"

Mina Ashido, still recovering from her earlier protest about fairness, pouted. "Yeah, yeah, super cool and all, but can someone explain how any of that even works?"

"More importantly," Yaoyorozu chimed in, arms crossed, "the sheer variety of ways you applied your Quirk… you must have an extensive understanding of physics to use it so precisely."

"Maybe." I smirked.

Yaoyorozu narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly not satisfied with my vague answer. She wasn't the only one.

Shoto Todoroki had been largely silent throughout the tests, but now, he actually spoke. "Your Quirk… it isn't just strong. It's versatile."

"Aw, thanks for noticing," I said, grinning.

He didn't respond, just gave me a long, unreadable stare before looking away.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was still stewing, fists clenched. He hadn't said a word since the tests ended, but judging by the barely contained explosions sparking from his palms, he was one insult away from blowing something up.

I threw him a glance. "Something wrong, Bakugo?"

His eye twitched. "Tch. Don't think this means shit. You're just a hack with some busted-ass Quirk."

"How about instead of complaining and fantasizing about murdering people, try to improve as a human, maybe you'll get better."

Aizawa cut in before Bakugo could start throwing hands. "Enough. I'm tired. You're tired. Let's wrap this up."

He pulled out his tablet and pressed a button. The results of our tests appeared on a holographic display above us.

1st Place: Kaito Arakawa

2nd Place: Shoto Todoroki

3rd Place: Katsuki Bakugo

4th Place: Momo Yaoyorozu

5th Place: Tenya Iida

6th Place: Fumikage Tokoyami

7th Place: Eijiro Kirishima

8th Place: Mezo Shoji

9th Place: Mina Ashido

10th Place: Ochaco Uraraka...20th Place: Yuga Aoyama

Aoyama gasped dramatically. "Non, non, non! Moi, in last place?! This cannot be!" I was just as shocked, pervy Thanos over there drooling was not the last?

Aizawa rubbed his temples. "Yeah, well, it can. And it is."

"Wait," Kaminari said, squinting at the list. "No one got expelled?"

"Of course not," Aizawa replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It was a logical ruse to make sure you all gave it your all."

The class exploded.

"What?!"

"You lied?!"

"You scared the hell out of us!"

Aizawa didn't even blink. "Welcome to U.A."