In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version of Gojo's Limitless: 32 U.A Recommended Entrance Exams

MUSTAFU, JAPAN

The early morning mist clung to the city like static.

Rain had fallen in gentle sheets over Musutafu the previous night. Not hard enough to be an excuse, not light enough to be ignored. The kind of drizzle that soaked through your hoodie before you realized it.

But as they say, Yesterday Is History. Tomorrow Is A Mystery, but Today, Is A Gift .... And also the day of the Recommended Entrance Exams.

Yep.

Two weeks had passed. Currently, I stood outside my apartment, bag slung over one shoulder, jacket zipped halfway, a faint chill crawling across my skin.

The weather was a bit chilly, but then again, that was probably just me.

My mom leaned out the doorway, arms crossed loosely. “Got your ID? Lunch card?”

I patted my pocket, then the other. “Yeah.”

“And your nerves?” she asked, half-smiling.

“Left those at home,” I replied with a shrug.

“Good.” She reached out and lightly brushed my collar flat. “Don’t overdo it. Just be yourself.”

I met her eyes, nodded once.

She smiled before walking forward. “Let's go my little Hero in the making. U.A awaits.”

Watching her walk, I smiled and shook my head before following towards the waiting car.

___

The U.A. recommendation exam wasn’t open to the public and took place roughly one week before the main Entrance Exams.

You didn’t get there by scoring high on mock tests or signing up online. You were chosen. Endorsed. Or in rare cases, noticed. For some it was frankly more difficult to get through than the normal entrance exams as the number of spots available were fewer.

Thirty chosen applicants, all handpicked and were frankly the best of the best among Teenagers with hero dreams. And yet there were only Four open slots. Practically only four people would be given the chance to get into U.A.

Three to be more specific. I don't want to sound like a douchebag or anything but my existence practically locked in a spot already. So the others had to fight for the remaining Three.

‘That sounded Douche.’

The ride was over in several minutes with no rush hour Traffic. I adjusted my collar with quiet calm as I stepped out of the car, pitch black eyes scanning the gates ahead.

Compared to Many months ago, my brain was no longer overwhelmed with the endless unwanted knowledge my eyes fed to me regardless of whether I wanted it or not.

Ten Months of continuous usage had taught me to reel My Quirk under control.

Now I could activate and deactivate it at will, which was honestly a relief among reliefs. Ten months. Do you know how I spent these ten months? and to think I once thought my initial problems with infinity were bad.

Moving on.

My mother remained in the car, hand pressed against the window as she gave me an encouraging smile. One minute of encouragement later, the car drove off.

‘Alright. Here we go.’

I stood for a moment longer before moving forward as I stepped through the gates of U.A.

I had been here before sometime six months ago. Admiring the beauty from the outside, but I had to say. The inside made it look so much better.

I wasn't the only one who apparently thought this way. I could see several students ahead of me, all spaced away from each other and observing the place like it was a tourist landmark.

Which it was in all sense. Most were probably inside already. Like I said, the number of chosen applicants were fewer to begin with.

Placing all unnecessary thoughts aside, I walked towards the door. The entrance lobby was wide and echoing, made of clean stone, glass, and warm lights that reflected against chrome handrails. There was no need to ask for directions. Several staff members were already waiting, checking IDs and taking names before directing those who had come ahead of me to their destination.

I promptly followed the process, walking down several hallways before coming to a double door entrance I had seen the others go into while I just turned at the end of the hall.

I walked in.

It wasn't as rowdy as I expected it to be. Upon pushing open the door, what came into my sight was a medium sized auditorium with uplifted seating platforms like those in Movie Theaters. The exception being everything looked way more polished, better designed and clearly expensive.

‘Truly State of the art.’

I thought while sweeping my gaze over as I crossed eyes with several others. My arrival had brought a few curious glances that all faded just as fast as they appeared.

Just another candidate. What more was there to expect?

Well ...  Maybe a weird looking candidate with a Quirk that made him look like an exotic animal or something would cut it.

‘Here we are.’

Most didn't even bother raising their heads.

There was no chatter between candidates, and everyone pretty much kept to themselves. Made sense really.

The numbers were few and seats were spaced out. Not to mention everyone here was competing for the few slots available. No one was here to make friends, so it was little surprise. My eyes wandered across them though as I headed to my designated spot.

Searching for two notable individuals who had the highest chances of becoming my classmates.

‘Alert. Alert. Douchebag detected.’

I thought, eyes quickly falling on one. One of those who didn't bother to raise his head from the get go since my entrance, carrying a split hair color. White on his right side and crimson red on his left side. Crowning it all with a burn scar on the left side of his face from his hairline to his cheek. Who else could it be other than the Third Protagonist of the MHA series? Shoto Todoroki.

The second wasn't hard to spot.

Seating far at the forefront with long hair tied back into a ponytail, a straight posture and the reserved elegance of a rich girl practically emanating all over, Momo Yaoyorozu ...  I think.

‘They're both here. Guess the butterfly effects of my appearance haven't changed much.’

I thought as I sat on the chair at the far with my seat number and rested on the table with my hands as I waited.

Twenty one students were already here. Here I thought I had come early enough. Time passed. More candidates arrived, and soon, all the chairs were filled. 

The clock struck 9:00.

In the midst of me contemplating using my analysis Quirk to scope out the competition, the door was pushed open.

What followed was the appearance of a slender and tall, pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair partially hanging in front of his face and half-opened black eyes.

Oh, and .... He has half-opened black eyes.

‘Well, no need to confirm who this is.’ I thought and simultaneously mumbled under my breath.

Of course, the person before us all was Shota Aizawa. How was I sure?

Hair unkempt, scarf loosely wrapped around his neck like a rope someone forgot to cut, exuding an unmatched deadfish aura .... No doubt about it. It had to be him.

“Good. You're all here,” he said without ceremony. “Good. I don't have to fail anyone yet. In that case, We’re skipping the pleasantries.”

He said smoothly as he walked to the front before turning to face each of us.

“You were invited because someone believed you might be worth the risk. That belief is fragile. It can vanish with a single mistake.”

His words hung in the air like static.

“At U.A., failure is not a warning. It’s a result. You’re not guaranteed anything just because someone liked your resume. If you think today is a formality, think again.”

He clapped once, signaling the assistants at the back of the auditorium.

One by one, staff in navy-blue vests entered the hall, distributing thick exam booklets.

“Two hours. No bathroom breaks. No talking. No intentional quirk usage — unless medically required. If you have documents to excuse a mutation or reflex-based trigger, speak now.”

No one moved.

The papers continued down the rows.

Aizawa turned back to face the group. “Any questions?”

I raised my hand.

Not high. Just enough to get noticed.

Aizawa’s eyes settled on me.

“Yes?”

I glanced down at the paper stack in front of me. “I seem to have three more booklets than everyone else. Is that… a mistake?”

A pause.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Ke… Rei Takumi,” I said, barely avoiding the slip. Kenneth Takakura was my chosen name, not my official name.

It was still taking some getting used to but that was my current reality.

Something flickered across his eyes. Recognition. Nevertheless, his expression didn't change.

“Oh. So you’re him.”

The murmurs were instant.

I felt eyes. Curious, confused. The kind of shift in attention you only got when someone said something just loud enough to cause trouble.

Todoroki looked up briefly. Yaoyorozu’s brows furrowed slightly. The others — half alert, half suspicious.

Figures.

The fact that a U.A Teacher knew who I was and mentioned me like that was enough to interest them.

I wasn't really sure myself but I could take a few good guesses. Most likely my 'Special' Circumstances had reached the U.A staff. My recommendation did come directly from U.A itself after all.

Aizawa didn’t acknowledge the reaction.

Instead, he stared directly at me and continued.

“I’ve been informed of you. And to answer your question — no. That’s not a mistake.”

He took a slow step forward.

“U.A. screens all backgrounds thoroughly. That’s doubly true for recommended applicants. Putting aside your quirk classification, your registration age places you above the average candidate.”

I blinked.

‘Ok, how is that a problem?’

He paused.

“And given your… unique circumstances, your written exam has been adjusted accordingly.”

“Why?”

“It was decided on by the school Management Faculty. That's all you need to know. If you still want to know more, take a wild guess.”

The scruffy looking man replied, his face expressionless.

I looked him dead in the eye from across the room. He stared right back. It took me a second longer to realize, he was dead serious. Worse, he wasn't even going to explain why?

Hold on, was I being Targeted?

It can't be.

This felt like a scene straight up from a novel where the Protagonist was being Targeted in a Sect Tournament after offending some young Master.

What Sorcery is this?

I frowned slightly.

“So I’m supposed to complete three extra sets of questions and still finish at the same time as everyone else?”

“That is correct,” Aizawa said simply.

I raised a brow.

“That doesn’t sound very fair.”

Another round of murmurs.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed slightly, but not in annoyance. More like… curiosity.

“Life rarely is,” he said flatly. “But you want to be a hero, don’t you? Fairness has nothing to do with evaluation. Only results.”

I held his gaze.

“And those results,” I said, voice calm but deliberate, “do they include grading performance under handicapped conditions?”

The room got quieter. You could almost hear the second-hand tension settle like fog.

Aizawa blinked.

He looked at me. Really looked. Then he tilted his head just slightly — the way a person does when they reassess a conversation in real time.

“…Fair question.”

A small pause followed.

“Under normal circumstances, your scores would simply be scaled appropriately,” he said. “But this isn’t a normal circumstance. You’re a non-standard applicant.”

His voice remained calm. Level. But there was something new in his eyes now.

“As such, if you complete the full exam set within the allotted time, and your scores exceed the top percentile of the recommended group, your results will include an internal merit distinction.”

I raised a brow. “Internal merit?”

“It won’t affect your admission status,” Aizawa clarified. “But it will be used to determine whether you qualify for early track evaluations. Provisional fast-lane consideration. Nothing more.”

The murmurs resumed — quieter this time.

“Did he just say Early track?” One asked at the far corner.

“Yeah, but did you hear? He has to finish more than us and still hit top scores. No way I’m asking for that.”

“Tch. Who even is this guy? Can he do that?”

“That's the Pro Hero Eraserhead fool.”

“Of course I know that. I was talking about the other guy.”

“Well Eraserhead knew his name. That’s not normal, is it?.”

Early track?

Listening to the mutters, I blinked a little confused.

I had absolutely no idea what that meant. I mean, I could infer a few things but I wasn't really sure what. From the sound of it however, it wasn’t something U.A. just handed out.

Before anyone else could speak, Aizawa glanced over the rest of the room.

“Of course,” he added, “For those of you who feel it's unfair, this option is open to anyone.”

Several students looked up.

“You may request the extended exam packet. But once you do, you're required to complete it in the same time window. No extra allowance. No margin for delay.”

The offer hung in the air like a challenge.

No one said anything.

I swept my gaze around.

Yaoyorozu’s hand twitched slightly but didn’t rise. I could spot her carrying a contemplative expression on her face, probably considering her options.

Todoroki? He didn’t even move at all.

Figures.

Todoroki and Bakugo were two different people. I was sure that if it were the latter right now, he would probably impulsively make the choice to do the same.

“Good. Now that we're clear ...” Aizawa turned back to me. “You're free to quit if you don't want to take the exam. Now, let's begin.”

The screen behind him lit up before showing a giant Timer.

Immediately, the clock started ticking.

Aizawa walked to the side, leaned against the wall, and folded his arms.

“I trust you're all smart enough not to attempt cheating, but just in case, don't. The cameras are currently scanning your every move.”

He said, prompting everyone to look at the Cameras on the walls. “You have Two Hours till your times up. Submit whenever you're done. Get to it.”

Those were his last words before he closed his eyes and fell silent.

The sound of scribbling shook took over as everyone got to work on the written exams.

Eyebrows furrowed, I glanced down at the papers again.

Three extra booklets.

Standardized print. Heavier than the rest. A test within a test.

‘Sigh! Why can't things just go normally when I want them to?’

I skimmed through the questions on the other three, my brows raising the more I read.

In a few seconds, I confirmed my guess. These questions were all advanced. Currently beyond the curriculum for what final year Junior High students were taught. That was to be expected from U.A, ... For the first booklet at least.

I had Three Extra, the topics on each one progressively harder then the previous one. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening.

This wasn’t just about age. While at the same time, it probably also was.

That aside, this was more about placement. A silent test to determine whether I belonged among the others in this room… or somewhere else entirely.

From the questions on these, maybe even ahead of them if I scored high enough.

It made sense. I’d be Eighteen in less than two months. I was currently two years old than all the other applicants. Technically, I should already be in the third year of high school. But my background and Ten year missing history practically defined my current circumstances.

U.A. wanted to know how far behind I was, and how long it would take till I’d catch up. Considering they were the ones that sent the recommendation letter, that was probably the most likely answer.

I frowned, flipping through the pages, fingers brushing across the weight of expectation.

Then I looked up and asked, “Are these questions drawn from the same curriculum as the First-Year Hero Course?”

Aizawa didn’t look surprised.

He gave a slow nod. “Most of it, Yes. Core and extended theoretical material. That includes public safety, law, support systems, and foundational Quirk ethics.”

Right. Basically: everything they could throw at you without putting you in the field.

I leaned back slightly. “Noted.”

There was no time to argue.

As for whether this was unfair or not ... I couldn't complain even if I wanted to. Besides, it didn't really matter anyway.

Or at least I thought so as I picked up my pencil.

‘Alright then. Let's get this over with.’

The Exam started.

The questions weren't really that hard .... Or hard at all. For me at least.

Not when I had a Quirk that gave me Photographic Memory and Ten literal months to study as much as I wanted to.

Pens scratched. Pages turned. Shifting shoulders and nervous breathing filled the air. Some moved quickly, others methodically.

I paid them no heed. My hands moving from question to question, barely stopping for even a moment as I could accurately tell the answer before I finished the sentence.

That feeling ... It was intoxicating really.

My mind focused on my papers, the world slowing down around me as I answered the questions without raising my head up.

Not long after, I flipped the first page in the first booklet. Then soon to the next ... And the next.

Soon the first booklet was finished and I moved to the next. That was how time passed for me.

Until eventually, I ticked the last Question on the objective box and gave my final answer for the Theory.

I let out a relieved sigh.

“I'm done!” I signified further by raising my hand as I arranged the booklets properly.

“Alright. How much time did I ....” I muttered as I looked up, only to freeze mid sentence at the sight before me.

Currently the entire auditorium was silent. Which should be normal since the Written exam had begun. If you didn't notice that even the scribbling sounds and slight mutters had vanished as well.

At the moment, everyone in the exam center, had stopped whatever they were doing and had their eyes fixed on my position.

Funn

y enough, the moment I raised my head, I knew why.

The Timer on the screen was set to countdown from 2:00:00. The current time?

1:56:07

Three minutes and Fifty three seconds. That's how much time had passed. I turned my neck slightly stiffly to see Aizawa looking straight at me with those eyes of his, extremely narrowed.

“Um ... Finishing this early is allowed, right?”