She-Ra and the Heroes of Power 5 (She-Ra/MHA)

First Day of Class

“Wow, it’s so…”

“I can’t believe how…”

“Look at it all…”

“It’s big, we get it.” Catra’s voice caused the rest of the Etherians to turn and give her a flat look.

“Big? Just big?!” Adora exclaimed, waving her arms about in the entrance. “I get big, this school is as huge as the Frig- as where we grew up together.” She quickly corrected herself. Right, gotta remember not to use names of places or some people here. Etherian naming schemes were apparently ‘weird’ to Japan and most places on this ‘Earth’ and it was important to blend in.

The school was still very impressive, however. Two sets of tall interconnected buildings in the shape of an ‘h’ stood just past the long gate that encircled the vast compound. Passing through the gate required them to give back the holographic acceptance letters they’d been given, exchanged for student ID cards.

Despite the size of the place, there were plenty of signs clearly marking the layout of the building and where to go to find their ‘homeroom’ class. It’s strange, the modern feel of the school, the organization of classes, it’s like the Fright Zone, but everything feels tilted sideways. Just a bit off from what I’d expect. Or maybe like a mash-up of the Fright Zone and Brightmoon.

The thought brought a smirk to Adora’s face and she wished she could bring it up to Glimmer and Catra, but knew better. While hardly obtrusive, there were cameras in the hallways, and enough staff and other students milling about that it would be foolhardy to talk about such things while trying to blend in with the humans.

After a decent trek across the large building, the Best Friend Squad entered class 1-A. They saw several other students already sitting down, but there was no sign of their teacher. Some of the students waved at them, most busy reading, looking at their phones, or chatting with others. Moving quickly they found three unoccupied seats towards the back left of the class, the largest grouping of seats open together. 

“I guess one of us will have to sit somewhere else,” Adora said, placing her new sparkly unicorn backpack down by one of the desks before sitting in the seat. “Oof!” She let out as Catra plopped herself down on her lap.

“Nah, think we’ll be just fine.”

“Catraaaa,” Adora whined. I mean, I kinda like having her here, but everyone is looking at us now! Most of the other students simply raised an eyebrow before turning back, but a blonde boy with very spiky hair and red eyes glared at them as if they had personally offended him, and a black haired boy with glasses marched over jerkily.

“Do you know how inappropriate this- this behaviour is? And on your first day, no less!” Catra scoffed, the sound synchronized with the blonde boy doing the same. The two locked eyes for a moment, Catra’s heterochromatic gaze boring into his before dismissing him and turning back to the closser annoyed student.

“Wow, can’t imagine how scandalized you’ll be if you think this is inappropriate.”

“Catra.” Adora said flatly. I get teasing him, but we shouldn’t go pissing people off, especially when some of them seem mad at us for no reason already.

“What? It’s fine. Really, show me the rule that says this isn’t allowed,” Catra added as the stiff boy opened his mouth leaving him gasping like a fish.

“I- that is-” He stopped, racing over to his own desk so fast he kicked up a small cloud of dust. Reaching into his bag, he flipped open a copy of the rulebook they had all been sent, furiously turning the pages.

“Is this actually not against the rules?” Adora whispered into her lover’s ear. Catra shrugged in response.

“Who knows? Not like I read it, but it gets him off our backs for a moment.” She spoke a tad too soon, as the boy quickly rushed back, holding open the rulebook to a page and waving it in front of them.

“Aha! See, right here, it says that every student must have their own desk! If she,” he said, pointing at Adora. “Is in that desk then you,” he declared, pointing at Catra. “Must have your own desk!”

The feline girl nodded, lazily reaching down to her small utilitarian strap bag, and tossed it over to an open desk in the far corner. “There we go, got a desk now,” she drawled, clearly not making a single move to leave Adora’s lap.

“That is not what the rules meant!” The boy shouted, waving his arms up and down furiously. Bow, having settled down in the seat in front of them, decided to step in.

“Let’s all be calm. Why don’t we wait for the teacher to decide how the rules apply?” He offered.

“Do not even get me started on you!” The bespectacled boy shrieked, pointing at the cropped uniform Bow was wearing. “That’s highly against regulations!”

“Is it? UA has a pretty relaxed dress code from what I hear, and I’m following everything else in the uniform. He’s probably breaking the code more than I am,” Bow pointed out, gesturing to the spiky blonde boy near the front of the class. Bow’s shirt and jacket were cropped to show off his abdomen, but his slacks and tie were proper.

The blonde boy wasn’t wearing a tie, the buttons on his shirt were loose at the top, and his pants overly baggy. He also had his feet up on the desk, which set off the bespectacled boy even more. Catra snickered as he ran back to berate him, getting into an argument with the aggressive blonde.

“They’re a lively bunch.” Catra said with her mouth while the quirk of her eyebrows asked Adora ‘were we ever this bad?’ 

Adora rolled her eyes. We were worse, and I think she knows it. The sound of someone clearing their throat beside them caused Adora to turn. The dark bird-like person said, “I can make room if you do want to sit here.”

Before either Catra or Adora could take him up on the offer, their attention was taken by a small commotion near the front as the green haired boy Adora had healed after the entrance exam and talked with the bespectacled boy who introduced himself as ‘Ida.’ Izuku seemed as awkward as he had been when they had briefly talked, especially when Ochaka said hi behind him.

Then the teacher arrived… lying on the floor inside a yellow sleeping bag, sipping on a juice pouch. That’s one way to make an entrance, Adora thought as she saw the strange, tired looking teacher bemoan how long it took the class to quiet down, unzipping his sleeping bag and stepping out. He wore almost all black with a long unusual gray scarf.

“Right, let’s get to it. Put these on,” he said, pulling a blue uniform out of his sleeping bag. “Then head outside.”

***

After getting changed into their gym uniforms, the class followed their teacher out onto the large field with a track ring. He looked them over critically, only doing a small double-take at Bow, whose uniform had been altered on the fly to have a five sided cut out for his abs. Bow does fast work, Adora thought, glancing over at his handiwork as she stood with the others in a loose clump.

“This will be a Quirk Apprehension Test.” That earned a series of gasps from their classmates while the Etherians were unsure of what to make of it. None of them had a ‘standard’ education but everything they knew and had studied for this said that taking tests was a regular occurrence. Adora (and Catra beside her) had immediately stood at attention at the teacher’s words but she started to feel awkward as the others still stood in an unorganized clump and questioned their treacher.

“But what about orientation?” Ochako asked, seeming distressed. “We’re going to miss it!”

“If you want to aim for the big leagues, you can’t afford to waste time on meaningless ceremonies.” To the side of her, Adora saw Glimmer nod her head. She’s complained plenty about the amount of pointless ceremonies she’s had to take part in while we were fighting the Horde.

Aizawa continued. “Here at U.A., we aren’t shackled by standard traditions. It means I have the freedom to run my class as I see fit. You’ve been taking standardized tests all your lives, but you haven’t been allowed to use your Quirks in these tests before.”

“The country is still trying to pretend that we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel, it’s not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn.”

“Weaver?” They aren’t allowed to? Everyone is created equal? Ahh, we didn’t study any of this! Well, okay, we did study their democracy, so I guess that covers that but-

“Weaver-san!” Aizawa shouted and Adora stiffened up, and Adora realized that he was staring at her.

“Uhh sorry, not used to being called that,” She said before she could stop herself. Wait crud, that’s going to make me stand out and everyone we’ll realize we’re aliens and they’ll start a mob to hunt us down-

“Mhm. Guess you’re more used to an American form of address. Fine, Adora, step forward.”

“Yes sir!” She said, instinctively giving him a quick salute and marching a step forward.

“Adora here scored the highest out of all the applicants on the entrance exam.” That tidbit got a few whispers from the crowd before their teacher continued. “With that in mind, I want you to go first on this test.” Adora nodded.

“How far could you throw a softball in middle school?” Aizawa asked, and Adora froze up, suddenly far less confident.

“Uhm well I didn’t- that is- I’ve never thrown a softball before.” Adora’s voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke, especially as she realized the stares the rest of the class was giving her. In the background, she caught Ashido saying ‘that’s so sad’ and Glimmer faceplanting.

“... Okay,” the pro hero said after a long moment. “Well, why don’t you take this, stand inside the circle, and give it a throw right now to establish a baseline.” He said, handing her one of the balls stacked beside him. Adora perked up immediately. Throw the ball as far as I can, very easy, can’t screw that up. He pointed her to a circle to stand inside at the corner of the field.

She pulled her arm back behind her head and tossed it as hard as she could. It flew dozens of meters through the air before landing in the field. Aizawa held up a tablet, showing a number. “53.6 meters for a throw without your Quirk.”

“Ha! I could beat that in my sleep,” the spiky blonde-haired kid crowed, before being silenced by a withering gaze from Aizawa. The teacher then turned back to Adora. 

“Now I want you to do it again, but this time, with your Quirk,” he said, tossing her another ball. She looked at him confused for just a second before remembering.

“Ah right, my quirk, yes. I will… use that. Because it’s a thing I do.” She heard Bow and Catra join Glimmer in face-palming. “For the honor of Greyskull,” the young First One whispered as quietly as she could, letting the transformation take over.

In a blinding rainbow of light that covered her, she changed. Adora’s gym outfit was replaced with a white and gold outfit that went from head to toe. The fabric was mostly white, covering her torso and legs, with a pseudo cape that flowed out from above the hips to just behind her knees, the inside lining red. 

Around her forearms, thighs, soles of her feet, and neck and shoulders, gold armor materialized there, swiftly followed by a golden winged crown with a red stone set within it. The transformation also conjured a long golden blade, a small diamond cut blue stone set in the hilt.

It changed more than just her outfit, Adora’s hair grew incredibly wavy and long, a paler shade of blonde. Her body grew, becoming larger and taller, standing over 2.4 meters tall, and all around her she seemed to be bathed in an ethereal glow.

There were shocked gasps from the class as they beheld the transformation from Adora to She-Ra, even from the ones who had seen her like that during the entrance exam. It is a bit much to take in.

The only one not shocked was Aizawa, who simply narrowed his eyes. “Was the light show really necessary?” He drawled, glancing down at her sword.

“Ah, sorry, yeah. That happens every time.” She planted her sword down in the ground beside her, picking up the ball. Adora moved to wind up before stopping and staring at it again.

“Just throw it as hard as you can,” their teacher tiredly repeated.

“Are you sure?” At his withering stare, Adora added, “Just, I can throw things pretty far, so you might not be able to get it back.”

“We have plenty of them to throw, don’t worry about that. Just use your quirk to the fullest.”

“Alright then,” she said in a semi resigned tone. Pulling back, she once again threw the ball, her muscles flexing hard as She-Ra tossed it with all her might. As it left her grip, there was a loud ‘CRACK’, everyone other than the BFS left clasping their ears as the sonic boom washed over them as the ball accelerated far past the speed of sound.

Aizawa was the first to uncover his ears, looking at his tablet for a moment. That moment stretched out, and everyone crowded around to see it display ‘signal lost.’ “What… does that mean?” Adora tentatively asked.

“Given the speed you threw it at, it likely achieved escape velocity.” There was a moment of stunned silence from the students, each of them eyeing her in a new light. Some with awe or respect, others as a new challenge to overcome.

During that moment, Adora whispered, “Glimmer, do you think you can get that back for me?”

The sparkly haired girl shook her head, laughing. “It probably burnt up in the atmosphere.”

“Noooooo,” the giant woman moaned until Aizawa interjected.

“I’m going to count that score as ‘infinite’ for this test.” Adora cheered a little at that as Aizawa continued. “This is the difference being able to use your Quirk makes, and it’s what we’ll be testing for today.”

That triggered more whispers, with all but a few looking dismayed at trying to compare to that. A muscular boy even complained in a low voice. “How are we supposed to match up to that?”

The teacher replied coldly, singling that response out. “Find an answer, Sato. Think. This is what you’re here for. To learn how to be a hero you need to have talent and a drive that doesn’t give up when the going gets tough. But I can be fair, you’ll get tested in a number of drills involving strength, agility and flexibility today with your mark being taken from points given to all of them.” He gave the class just enough time to breathe before adding, “And whoever gets the lowest will get kicked out of U.A.”

“What?!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Can he even do that?”

“Oh god, I’ll have to tell my parents I didn’t even last a day, oh no.”

“How are we supposed to do this?”

“‘It’s not fair?'” He mocked. “Of course it isn’t. Dangerous villains, natural disasters, calamities of all sorts, none of these are ‘fair.’ But a hero has to combat these threats regardless. Go beyond, Plus Ultra. Prove you belong at this school.”

Those words set a fire in the hearts of those students who had been cowed moments prior, or at least steeled their determination. Aizawa was about to begin with the test before he paused as he saw Bow had his hand politely raised up. “Yes?”

“Sorry, It’s just you said this is a Quirk Assessment Test, and well, I don’t have a Quirk.” There was a silence from the class almost more stunning than when Adora turned into She-Ra at that.

Aizawa gave another nasty grin. “What? Going to beg and ask to get excluded from this? Too-”

“Oh, no sir. I was just double-checking I’d be allowed to compete, given the name of the test. I’m willing to give it my all too,” the Etherian boy said with a bright grin and two thumbs up. “Uhh, Plus Ultra?”

“... Very well then. Let’s get to work.” Aizawa quickly began organizing the class through the drills before anyone else could say anything.

***

The fifty meter dash and distance runs were dominated by Glimmer, getting a score of 0.014 seconds on each as she simply teleported to the finish line instantly. There were some interesting Quirk usages by the students, like Yaoyorozu creating an electric scooter and riding it to the finish. Others, like Aoyama’s results, while unique, were unimpressive. He couldn’t beat Bow’s time even with his Quirk, and that method of travel is just so inapplicable in the real world. Having to face backwards from where you want to go and then falling over after a second is just… really bad.

Adora would admit that part of her annoyance at the ‘dazzling’ boy was how he annoyed Glimmer, constantly wanting to talk about how ‘sparkling’ their powers were. For her part, the Queen of Brightmoon simply wanted to do the best she could on the tests and get this out of the way. And she did, getting the best score on the repeated side step, teleporting back and forth so fast that the machine would constantly count her as in both places at once.

Like with the ball throw, Adora was able to crush the grip strength test… literally. For the rest she did very good, but there were some things like flexibility that her She-Ra powers didn’t help with. Which was coincidentally the test where her girlfriend did the best in, her cat-like flexibility letting her easily score top place.

Aside from that, both her and Bow did respectably, getting good all around scores, but not the best in any category. Hmm Bow didn’t clear the standing long jump all the way across the sandpit, but he got very close, and he still did better than most. Yeah, there’s no way any of us are getting last place.

Adora was still a little upset about that surprise the teacher had sprung on them, and trying to decide if she should request a meeting with the principal about it afterwards (no one deserves to be kicked out on their first day!) when something unexpected happened.

Midoriya had been attempting the ball throw (which most of the class had done after a few other tests), when he attempted to use his Quirk, his body crackling with power - when all of a sudden it stopped, his throw going barely any distance at all.

The boy was confused for a few seconds before putting together the pieces and exclaiming aloud, expounding about how their homeroom teacher was ‘Eraserhead’ and had the power to erase Quirks for as long as he looked at them. For once, the Best Friend Squad were not alone in being confused by this fact, with pretty much everyone else in the class just as unaware of it.

“You can’t keep destroying your body to use your Quirk Midoriya. Think! What will happen if you wreck your arm here just to complete this one test?”

“I-I-” The boy stammered, his eyes growing watery. He was clearly unable to deny his teacher’s words, but paralyzed by fear at the (metaphorical) sword of failure hanging over his head.

“I could heal him,” Adora brightly offered, only to be struck by that same, intense, withering glare from Aizawa.

“He can’t just rely on you to step in to save him all the time. Heroes might work together occasionally, but they need to be able to stand on their own two feet as well. So Midoriya, prove you deserve to be here and throw that ball without ruining your arm - or get out.”

The boy, now the center of attention for the entire class, gulped audibly. “It’s- it’s fine Adora. I need to do this on my own.” Reluctantly, the blonde giantess stepped back, letting Midoriya take his place on the pitch.

He took a few deep breaths before lifting the ball up. Has he really learned how to master his Quirk so quickly? Adora still didn’t know much about these ‘Quirks’, but if they were anything like magic, she doubted it would be that easy. Even Princesses, who get their power from Runestones, need a bit more time than that to really get a handle on their powers. She remembered fondly all the mishaps she had gone through on Etheria when she had first become She-Ra.

Caught up in her thoughts, she only caught the tail end of Midoriya’s pitch, but that was the important part. Just as the ball was leaving his hand, his index finger glowed with that strange light it did when he was using his quirk, the force smashing the ball forward with impressive force. It soared through the air, landing far away. 

Aizawa held up the tablet recording his score. “Seven hundred and five point three meters,” he read aloud. As he did so, he gazed critically at Midoriya and saw the boy holding up his trembling arm triumphantly.

“I… can still fight!” He declared, his right hand clenched into a fist. The index finger looked purply and was already beginning to swell, but he could indeed use it.

“So you can. Fine then; Adora, you can heal him after the rest of the tests are done.” Adora nodded at the teacher’s ruling. It would definitely be painful for the boy before then but she was sure he could handle it.

“Good job, learning to control your-” She began to congratulate him before being interrupted by the irritable blonde boy stomping forward.

“Deku you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you’re dead!!” As he ran towards Midoriya, Adora instinctively lifted her blade between the two of them.

Not that she needed to since the teacher was on top of it, his scarf rising up like Entrapta’s hair and wrapping around the angry boy. “Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?!” The entangled teen demanded, all while Aizawa glared at him, his glare more intense like it had been when stopping Midoriya’s Quirk.

“Because it’s a capture weapon designed with carbon fibers and a special metal alloy. Now stand down Bakugou. It’d be wise to make me avoid using my Quirk so much; it gives me serious dry eye.” Bakugou grit his teeth, but his body slumped, no longer straining against the capture scarf. 

Aizawa recalled the fabric to himself as said, “Let’s keep things going. Next up, take your place.”

In the end, there weren’t any other major upsets with the tests, so it concluded with Aizawa announcing the test results. It was close, but Adora narrowly beat out Glimmer for top place. Catra placed fairly high as well, just below Bakugou, with Bow near the bottom at 17th place, but the lowest scorer was…

“I got last place?” Midoriya breathed out, the shock of that clearly hitting worse than the pain of when he broke his finger.

“These are your scores for the year. Look at where you stand and where you can improve. Oh, and no one is getting expelled.”

“WHAT?!” The majority of the class shouted. The green haired boy was caught in a state of awed disbelief. 

He gave them all a shit-eating grin as he continued. “Obviously, that was just a rational deception, to get you to try your hardest.”

Yaoyorozu, the girl who got third place on the Assessment Test, was one of the few people nodding at Aizawa’s words. “It makes sense when you think about it; there’s no way he would really let us get expelled this early on.” The other’s gave signs of understanding, but Adora caught Catra frowning beside her, however her girlfriend just waved it off before she could ask.

As they left to get changed out of their gym uniforms, Catra told her to, “Go on ahead, I’ll just be a minute.” Shrugging, she did so, catching up with Catra a few minutes later.

***

“Wow, I didn’t expect the first day of class to be like that,” Adora said, stretching as they walked out of the gates, their first day at UA completed. “I was really worried that someone would get thrown out right at the start!” The rest of the day had been far less exciting, but had been an enjoyable treat in its own way, learning how the general class structure worked and the different quirks (and Quirks) of their new teachers.

“Pshaw, like we have anything to worry about,” Catra responded. “There was no way any of us were going to fail that silly little physical Aizawa ran us through. Especially since Aizawa decided to fudge the results against Midoriya instead of us. Though that might just be because he noticed I had my eye on him.”

“““What!””” The three others screeched, coming to a halt.

“Ugh, slowing down already? That’s going to make this take even longer. Can’t Sparkles teleport us back now?”

“I told you; walking through the school gates is a fundamental part of school life!” Bow countered, his previous concerns swept away.

“Yeah, and we did that, so can we get a move on now?”

Glimmer cut through the budding argument. “Fine,” she sighed, grabbing Catra’s arm and linking her other arm with Adora’s, who grabbed Bow. In a flash, they disappeared, reappearing within the deck of their heavily damaged spaceship. “Now talk,” Glimmer demanded.

Adora saw her lover quirk her lips, and could just see the ways she was thinking of misinterpreting that command. A stare from the blonde got her girlfriend to reconsider, and Catra sighed, explaining what she had heard and seen.

“Fine. When our teacher started acting the way he did, I thought it was- suspicious.” There were other words there that Adora knew Catra was thinking of saying. Bastardly. Unfair. Like Shadow Weaver.

“So I decided to keep a lookout. Make sure the tests were all being recorded correctly. He didn’t alter anything for us, but he did adjust the results for Midoriya. Don’t think the kid noticed, too wrapped up in his own issues, but his score wasn’t actually the worst. Kaminari, Jiro, even Toru if you don’t count the fact that she cheated the toe touch like I’m sure Aizawa noticed… they all got worse scores than Midoriya in every test. And there were a few others that did better in one area but worse overall. But he singled out Midoriya for using his quirk and pressured him harder than the others.”

I mean, expulsion sounds a lot less bad than what Shadow Weaver would have done, or maybe worse? I don’t know what I would have done with myself if I’d been kicked out of the Horde before meeting Glimmer and Bow. She placed a hand on Catra’s shoulder to show support, not that the other girl was receptive at the moment.

“Quit it!” The furred girl said, knocking away Adora’s arm. “I’m fine. I may have also heard our teacher talking to another, that All Might guy? After class, they were behind the gym, talking about him.”

“All Might was there? We don’t have him on our schedule for another few days,” Bow said, pulling out the schedule from his backpack to double-check.

“More than just the talk after, I smelled him sneaking around the corner to observe us during the test. I’d say he wanted to get our measure, but he seemed mostly concerned with Midoriya. Aizawa thought so too, when he got called out about lying on the whole ‘wasn’t going to kick out a student’ thing. Not that it really matters.” 

“What are you talking about?” Bow frowned. “Of course it matters, they’re our fri-”

“They aren’t,” Catra countered flatly. “We’ve known them for a day, and we joined this school to find someone to get us back home. That’s it. So long as the staff doesn’t screw with us, we’ll be fine.”

Bow looked like he wanted to argue the point before stopping as he saw that Glimmer wasn’t backing him up. She was hardly agreeing with Catra either, but from the set of her pursed lips, they could all tell it was more out of a reluctance to hurt his or Adora’s feelings, rather than disagreeing with Catra.

Adora just sighed and marched off to her room. The damage to the engines and wings needed a lot of repairs they couldn’t afford right now, but refurbishing the rooms and luckily gravity stabilizers, had been handled by Bow, so aside from one slightly crumpled corner and the weird lurch as she crossed the threshold, microgravity and adjusting for the rakish angle her room lay at in the crashed ship, it almost seemed normal.

Our room, Adora mentally corrected herself as a warm arm wrapped it around her stomach from behind. “Hey Adora,” Catra said softly, and the First One leaned into her girlfriend’s embrace.

“Is it so wrong I want to help them? I think they’re good kids. Reminds me a lot about us when we were their age.” There was a long pause as Catra took a deep breath before speaking.

“No, and you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t want to help everyone, no matter what. Just want to make sure you don’t get too attached to them. We can’t stick around here forever.” The words sounded like something Catra was reminding herself of. It was a topic they danced around, but Catra hadn’t fully forgiven herself for everything she had done. Here, in this world, she could be looked up to, seen as a hero, none of the sins of her past to chain her down, and if Adora’s guess was right, that frightened her.

“I know,” Adora simply replied, spinning around to hold Catra and rest her forehead against her girlfriend’s.

“Don’t look so glum, they’ll be fine without us. They aren’t going to be fighting a war or anything like we did. Heck, even Aizawa admitted Midoriya has potential and he doesn’t seem like the type to mouth off to his teacher, so he’ll be fine.” There was a ‘probably’ in there that Catra was omitting, but Adora agreed with her point.

“That’s true. I think he could be almost as strong as I am, if he was able to use his full power without breaking his body.” Hardly makes him the ‘Kyle’ of the group, or even how Catra was.

“He’d still be lacking the other half dozen powers you have. Plus, I doubt he’d rock the outfit nearly as hard,” Catra said, her eyes roving over Adora’s body.

“Funny, I think you prefer me out of the outfit, if anything,” she said with a smirk. Catra’s response was to pounce and knock them both into the mattress of their bed. Nothing more was said on the topic, but for a short time they were distracted from any other worries about the strange world they found themselves stranded in.

A/N: Aizawa was a little thrown off his usual script here. He hoped they would all get excited by the idea of using their quirks in the tests, but instead got intimidated by just how strong Adora is, so instead he flips the script to try and challenge them to use their Quirks well. Then when Bow announces what he does, Aizawa’s left just trying to push on ahead.

The first few mini arcs of MHA are really evocative and cool, but there are some definite issues logistically with them. Unlike the robots thing, there’s really no argument to be made that there was some secret way for some of the students to be able to beat Midoriya here. Even without his Quirk, Midoriya has had a year of intensive training from the top hero, he’s likely better physically than most of his peers, and several have quirks that don’t provide any benefit to these exams. The idea that he gets last place then, even after the soft ball stunt, is kinda ridiculous. So I had it that it was a result of Aizawa messing with the scores to try and push Midoriya to master his Quirk. 

I considered having him do something like that for Bow instead, to see if he could live up to the pressure of being a Quirkless hero, but realized that Bow would pass such a challenge so easily he might not even realize it, and that Catra would be watching Aizawa. The man is far more well-meaning than Shadow Weaver, but there are some superficial similarities that would set her hackles up at first glance. 

As for the escape velocity thing, I’m not entirely sure on the math there, but Adora was able to lift a tank fairly easily as of season 5. While she doesn’t throw it, it’s only because someone else tells her not to, and her power has always been pretty comparable to Scorpia (who in the same scene does throw a tank at them), if not slightly stronger than. Given the difference in weight between a softball and a tank, I think it’s reasonable that she could throw a softball at escape velocity, but if anyone knows one way or the other for certain, feel free to let me know.

These snippets are in order chronologically, but they aren't all directly sequential. There would definitely be a few chapters in-between them immediately finding their feet in the world and taking the entrance exam, which would cover them taking last names for their forged IDs and to enter the entrance exam. Glimmer would take Brightmoon as her last name and I'm not sure about Bow. Maybe Lanceson? I feel like after some agonizing, Adora would take Weaver in homage to Shadow Weaver (which is why Aizawa tries to refer to her as that at first). Not sure if Catra would too though, her feelings around the woman that raised them are a complicated tangle. Of course the only other names I can think of would be something like Hordak or Horde. What do you think?