Order

 ...— If you're here to make friends, you can leave. We're on a hero course, so wasting time is a big mistake. - Aizawa said with an exhausted face.

All eyes in the class turned to him, and, sensing the general question, he introduced himself as the class teacher.

Meanwhile, a boy was standing outside. - "There you go again. You'll scare the whole class," the boy said calmly and buried the lower part of his face in his own scarf.

"Let them get used to it. I'll have to suffer with them for another 3 years," Aizawa answered just as calmly and waved his hand at the sports ground. "Let's go."

There was a basket with balls and other sports paraphernalia on the court.

The field began to fill with people.

At the same time, the Boy was sitting on a branch of a nearby tree, looking at the future heroes. Despite the very uncomfortable position on the tree, he managed to roll over onto his stomach, almost falling out of the tree. 

- Now we will conduct a basic assessment of quirks. - The class filled with whispers. - And my assistant will help me with this... Get down from the tree, problem child. Ahem... And my deputy, Order, will help me with this.

He walked up to Aizawa, waving his hand and blinking lazily. Adjusting the scarf around his neck, he introduced himself, "Good afternoon, you may or may not have heard of me, but I am the Night Hero: Order. But to you, I am Aizawa Izuku."

While Aizawa was explaining the test conditions, he started reading the students' files. There were a few interesting people. Yaoyorozu Momo, Creation Quirk. There weren't many details, but judging by the recommended student's status, it was clear that she knew the basics. Next... Mezo Shoji. Glancing at the tests out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the universal application of his quirk.  Shinso Hitoshi... He obviously didn't work on his quirk, but since their quirks are similar, it should be easier to get him used to it. Izuku was thinking of offering him an internship in the near future.

Judging by the frightened sighs, Aizawa was threatening them again. Looking at them, he only confirmed this. Poor teenagers. Well, that's not his problem anymore. 

He tuned out the world again, studying the students' profiles. He only noticed the field when a powerful shockwave erupted, forcing him to cover his face with his hand to keep the dust out of his eyes. What the hell just happened? Standing in the ball throwing circle was the purple-haired student he had just read about. Had he ordered someone to throw the ball for him? No, it looked like there was something wrong with his finger. The finger was bent at an abnormal angle and had an unhealthy purple color. Is he broken? Is this a side effect of his quirk? No, it doesn't make sense how a mental quirk can break your limbs ? He straightened up from his shrimp position and walked towards Aizawa.

— "What the hell just happened?" he whispered to Aizawa.

— Shinso happened." Aizawa replied calmly.

— "That doesn't explain anything," he rolled his eyes, "it just complicates things. It says here that it's a mind control quirk." He pointed at Shinso's profile. - And how did he manage to break his finger? - Izuku raised an eyebrow and pointed at the panicking and at the same time proud Shinso.

— ...so what? - Shinso's voice rang out. Suddenly both heroes turned to look at him. He felt uneasy. - Go see the recovery girl, you have 5 minutes. After class, come to my office. - This time it was Aizawa who spoke. He didn't need to be told twice, and in an instant he was no longer on the field.

The tests were long over. Shinso walked along the corridors to the classroom of his... Senseis? Sensei? Can you consider the second one as your teacher? A massive door with the sign "1A" appeared from around the corner. 

Saying goodbye to his classmates in his mind, he knocked. The answer came immediately: - Come in! It's open! - Without arguing, he entered the classroom. Order sat at the first desk, tapping his cheek with his hand and looking out the window. Eraser simply leaned his hand on the teacher's desk. Shinso immediately felt uneasy.

— "Even though you're a teenager," Aizawa began, "you need to know that lying in the quirk registry is illegal. 

— W-what? Everything is written there correctly! ... probably. - Order handed him his file. - Well, here it is...

— I don't think mind control could throw a ball more than 700 meters and break your finger in the process. - Order intervened. - You know... Our quirks are quite similar. - Order added after an awkward pause. - If you don't take into account their details, of course. 

-Such a quirk will attract both heroes and villains, Shinso. But, as I see, you lack experience. - He tapped his temple with his finger and, placing his hand on his heart, continued - Therefore, I suggest you study with me. - Even Aizawa was shocked at this point.

- Izuku, what the hell? This wasn't even planned! - Aizawa straightened up and stared at Izuku.

- I'm still a pro, Aizawa. Taking on an apprentice is also within my authority. - He shrugged, ignoring the absolutely shocked Shinso.

-I... need time to think... - Shinso interrupted the impending lecture. - Although it is an honor for me... But it is more a matter of time. 

- Okay, I won't press. I would have reacted almost the same way. When you decide, come and we'll decide. But it’s better to make a decision before the sports festival. - Izuku shrugged and turned away. 

Aizawa and Order told him he should update his Quirk and let him go. It didn't go as bad as he thought. Despite the short lecture from his teachers, he didn't feel too bad. 

Walking down the long corridors, Shinsou glanced out the window. Orange light filtered through the transparent academy building, reflecting off the large windows and illuminating the vast grounds of UA. 

Beautiful. On the right, room 1C appeared. General education course... If it weren't for Uraraka, he would have ended up there. But now, perhaps, it is no longer time to think about what could happen, now we need to think about what will happen in the foreseeable future.

Looking at everything that happened today, he thinks how "fun" the next 3 years will be.

But now his goal is to shut up this DAMN ALARM CLOCK. After the third attempt, he finally reached the disturber of his peace, stretched and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His face changed into a disgruntled grimace and he fell back onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he thought about life... Until the alarm rang again. Understanding the direct hints that he should finally wake up, he went to his closet. But noticing the time on the clock, he immediately came out of his half-asleep state, rushing to the school uniform. Putting on his shoes and simultaneously finishing his breakfast, he ran out the door. Adjusting the strap on his backpack, he jumped on the train to Mustafa.

Today was their first lesson in heroism. It would be bad to be late on such a wonderful day.

The lessons went well. There's only one left. Heroism. Or "heroic fundamentals" lessons, whatever you want to call it. The main teacher will be the Almighty. His assistant will be the Order, and a guest. Apparently also a hero. They said the guest would be there in case of emergencies. Cementos? The recovery girl? He really hopes it's not the latter. He shows up in the infirmary more often than he breathes.

He sat at his desk, lazily looking out the window. The Almighty should appear soon. 

-I... - oh, here he is - ENTERING THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!! - No, Almighty, that is absolutely not true. An excited whisper began to break out throughout the class. - TODAY WE WILL... CONDUCT BASIC COMBAT TRAINING!! YOU WILL BE SPLIT INTO TEAMS OF TWO. BUT FIRST... COSTUMES!! - He waved his hand towards the wall from which metal suitcases with numbers came out.