"... and that's why I need you to look after Eri for me for an hour after school, Mirai-san."
I was talking to Sir Nighteye over the phone after realising the U.A timetable required me to go from 8:25 to 16:10 (8:25 AM to 4:10 PM) due to Hero Lesson being included in our schedule. Normal students go from 8:25 or 8:30 to 15 to 15:30.
Eri had to have someone to look after her and given that she viewed the precognitive Hero as a grandfather figure, I figured he would be the best choice for this.
Yeah, in the past 2 years, Nighteye became Eri's grandfather figure, which partly is thanks to me seeing him as a good father figure.
"You are asking me to provide childcare, Moriya-san. I am a Pro Hero with a government-sanctioned agency to run, not a local nursery." Nighteye's voice was as dry as parchment over the receiver.
"I'm asking the man who fought for her legal status to ensure she doesn't spend her afternoons staring at a locked apartment door," I countered, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Besides, she likes you. She told me your office smells like 'old books and expensive tea.' Apparently, that's high praise from a six-year-old."
There was a long, pointed silence. I could almost hear him adjusting his glasses. "The U.A. schedule is rigorous. If you intend to balance the curriculum of Class 1-A with the responsibilities of a guardian, you will need more than just a babysitter. You will need a logistics miracle."
"I have the Force, Mirai-san. I've handled logistics far more complicated than a school commute. I just need to know she's safe between three and five. Bubble Girl and Centipeder are already fond of her; they'd probably enjoy the company."
"They would be a distraction to the workplace," Nighteye sighed, though the sharpness had left his tone. "However... her safety is a matter of administrative importance. If she remains at the agency, I can personally oversee her continued education. Her reading comprehension is advanced, but her mathematics could use discipline."
I bit back a smirk. "So that's a yes? You'll be her 'after-school tutor'?"
"I will provide a secure environment," he corrected stiffly. "And I expect her to be picked up promptly at sixteen-thirty. My foresight does not extend to managing a child's dinner tantrums."
"She doesn't have tantrums, Mirai-san. She has 'philosophical disagreements' about vegetables. I'll make sure she has her snacks packed. Thank you. Truly."
"Do not thank me yet. The teacher for Class 1-A is very strict; he is a man who won't hesitate to expel you. Though I doubt this warning will be required for someone of your talents, he will want to see you at your best."
Of course, I knew that already. Knowledge from my past life made it impossible to not understand that.
"I didn't plan to," I said, whilst my thoughts drifted to the change I had made to my U.A uniform.
I added a clip to my uniform in which my Lightsaber will be clipped to; that was just how important the weapon of a Jedi meant to me.
"I'll give him utility," I said, my voice dropping into that calm, Jedi resonance. "I didn't move a Zero Pointer just to be tripped up that way."
"Ensure that you don't. Eri is already quite proud of her 'Hero Mama.' It would be logically inconsistent to disappoint her now."
"I won't. I'll see you at four-thirty, Mirai-san."
"May the... hmph. Goodbye, Moriya-san."
He hung up before he could finish the phrase. I stared at the phone for a second, a small smile playing on my lips.
May the Force be with you too, Mirai-san.
With that, the day truly started.
An hour later
After dropping Eri off and reassuring her about 'Grandpa Mirai'—a title he'd surely protest if he heard it—I made my way toward the U.A. campus. The commute was a blur of trains and focused breathing, but once I stepped onto the grounds, my focus fractured.
The anime memories didn't do this place justice. It was gargantuan. Every hallway seemed designed to accommodate a giant, the ceilings soaring high enough to make me feel like a Padawan back in the Tython Temple, despite the fact I was never officially trained in the temples.
I just happened to be a very dedicated, self-taught Jedi who would be a Padawan if the Intergalactic Order was on this planet when I found their temple.
I found my mind drifting, cataloguing the density of the reinforced concrete and the way the morning light hit the glass. It was beautiful, everything was so vibrant and full of potential that my thoughts started to spiral into the architecture.
I was so busy admiring the view of the training grounds that I only stopped when a sudden, sharp nudge in the Force pulsed against my mind, a mental 'stop' that brought me back to the present.
Huh?
I blinked, coming back to myself and with a mental 'Oh' I realised I was standing directly in front of the door to Class 1-A. It was huge. Unnecessarily huge.
I reached for the handle, but paused. Even through the thick wood, the room was a storm of signatures. Sparks of aggression, cold calculation, nervous static and someone who felt... cold and hot at the same time... oh that was Todoroki.
Eraserhead was inside, I felt the energy a dampened spot in the Force similar to a living void. If black holes were voids in the Force then Eraserhead was partly a black hole to my senses.
I took a deep breath and then entered seeing a few people inside the classroom already but noted some things.
20 seats, that means somebody is no longer going to U.A.
Oh, it's Mineta. That's fine.
I had realised who it was that wouldn't be turning up from canon so quickly it was natural.
Moving to the desk Mineta sat at in canon, I sat down, looking out the window next to me now.
Third-Person POV
Tenya Iida walked in and soon he glared at Katsuki Bakugo who, surprise surprise, had his feet planted rudely on his desk, leaning back like he owned the place… not yet realising he had only earned 2nd place… and was far below who actually got first.
And just like in Canon, Tenya took offence to that, not even realising the girl who modified her uniform to include some kind of clip for an item he didn't recognise.
"Don't put your feet on the desk!"
Tenya scolded Katsuki for daring to be so terrible; right as a boy with short moppy, fluffy dark-green hair entered. The hair itself curling up at odd angles around his head, casting noticeable dark shadows onto itself.
Izuku Midoriya had been a nervous wreck before even stepping a foot into the classroom having just arrived and soon regretted even coming to the first day.
"Huh?!" Katsuki rudely stated and soon the two students got into a short argument before both noticed Izuku Midoriya and suddenly the whole room turned to face him.
"Oh, umm…" He nervously let out trying to introduce himself to his new classmates but then was rudely interrupted.
"Good morning!" Tenya enthusiastically greeted, walking towards the short male who was around 166 cm in height. " I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is—"
"I heard!" Izuku motioned for Iida to stop almost nervously before telling him, "I'm Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida-kun."
Shizuka paid no mind to the talking going around the room, she heard it sure, but she was more focused on something else. Izuku Midoriya had a stronger presence in The Force than she initially thought, perhaps the MC of the manga she read in her past life was Force-Sensitive.
She was thinking about the possibility and subtly feeling the Force around the boy whilst looking serene, almost… tranquil. Her presence was just that. Peaceful.
Her expression, posture, everything about her screamed that she was anchored in a state of profound equilibrium even when Ochaco Uraraka walked in and joined the conversation.
Her luscious hip-length golden blonde hair flowed with a grace that seemed otherworldly framed by two side-locks that were perfectly maintained contrasting with the silver of her eyes.
And her frame was clearly curvy and athletic with large breasts added on is the fact that even whilst sitting down she was tall. Taller than among the tallest in the class being exactly 5:10.
Shizuka remained a static point in the Force. She didn't need to look at the door to know the atmosphere was about to change. The "void" she had sensed earlier had managed to sneak up behind Izuku without anyone even realising.
Can you all quiet down? You are leaving a very bad impression on our teacher." She calmly stated, drawing attention to herself finally. Everyone turned to look at her.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Katsuki exclaimed looking at the girl with an annoyed expression, he HATED being told what to do after all.
"No, she's right. If you're here to make friends, you can pack up your things and leave," a dry, exhausted voice rasped from floor level and suddenly that attention went to the man in a yellow sleeping bag.
The room finally fell silent as they watched the man emerge from the sleeping bag and stand.
"It took you eight seconds before you were quiet and I doubt it would be different if Moriya hadn't spoken up." He stated then with a sigh, he continued, "I'm Shota Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. Nice to meet you."
Most of the class erupted in surprise, meanwhile Shizuka simply looked bored, her serene expression not changing as she looked at him. She simply looked calm, poised and ready for anything.
And she was, she had passed a Trial of Insight, Skill, Spirit and Courage—an accident on her part, but yes she passed a Trial of Courage. The only Jedi Trial she had yet to face was a Trial of the Flesh.
The Force swirled around her like a tranquil ocean.
Aizawa pulled out a U.A gym uniform, ready.
"It's kind of sudden, but put this on and meet me by the field."
Shizuka stood up and moved towards Aizawa, taking her U.A uniform out. "Can I modify mine the same way I modified my uniform?"
Aizawa's eyes flickered down to the metal hilt clipped to her belt. He spent a fraction of a second analysing her and thinking back to the conversation he had 2 hours earlier with Nezu.
2 hours earlier: Principal Nezu's office
The digital file on Nezu's screen displayed a high-resolution still from the Entrance Exam: Shizuka Moriya standing amidst the shattered, smouldering remains of a Zero Pointer.
"You've seen the footage, Shota," Nezu began, his voice cheery yet underlined with a sharp, intellectual edge. "And I assume you've read the report from Detective Tsukauchi regarding her interrogation eighteen months ago."
Aizawa huffed, his eyes fixed on the image of the girl. "I read it. 'Quirkless.' A claim verified as absolute truth by a man whose Quirk is an infallible lie detector. It's a logical paradox. She moved a hundred-ton machine with a thought and sliced through reinforced tungsten like it was butter. "If that isn't a Quirk, I'm retiring to become a lounge singer."
Nezu took a delicate sip of his tea. "And yet, the Detective was quite insistent. She calls it 'The Force.' She provided eighteen pages of theoretical physics, biological symbiosis regarding these 'midi-chlorians', and a philosophical framework that dates back further than the Glowing Baby in Qingqing City. I've spent the last week cross-referencing her notes with ancient pre-Quirk mythologies and energy field theories. The physics... actually holds up, Shota. It's elegant. Terrifyingly so."
"I don't care about the math," Aizawa rasped, pushing off the wall and walking toward the desk. "I care about the girl. She's fifteen, Nezu. She has the combat efficiency of a veteran and a kill count that would make a vanguard villain blush. She wiped out the Shie Hassaikai single-handedly. That isn't a student; that's a weapon."
"She is a guardian," Nezu corrected gently, tapping a paw on the desk. "Look at the footage again. Look at the rescue markers. She didn't just destroy; she preserved. She has spent nearly two years raising a child—the same child the Yakuza were using to manufacture a biological nightmare. Her psychological profile suggests a level of discipline and 'equilibrium' that is, frankly, unheard of in someone her age."
Aizawa looked at the file. "The Force. If she's telling the truth—and Tsukauchi says she is—then my Quirk won't touch her. I can't erase a 'natural energy field' that permeates all life. If she loses control, I have no way to dampen the fallout."
"That is exactly why she belongs in your class," Nezu said, his black eyes shimmering with a cold, analytical light. "You are the best judge of character we have. If she is a threat, you will see it. If she is the 'Jedi' she claims to be, she will be the greatest asset this school has ever seen. But Shota... do not treat her as a child. Treat her as a peer who happens to be a student."
Aizawa stared at the photo of Shizuka's silver eyes. "I'll put her through the ringer. If she's as 'tranquil' as you say, she'll handle it. If not, I'll expel her before the first bell rings for lunch."
Back to the present
Back in the classroom, Aizawa stared at Shizuka as she asked about modifying her gym uniform. The metal hilt on her hip—the lightsaber—felt like a focal point of weight in the air.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with your movement," Aizawa said, his voice level. "U.A. accommodates equipment that is essential to a student's function. If that tool is as 'important' as your files claim, keep it with you."
The rest of the class watched the exchange with varying degrees of confusion and awe.
"Thank you, Aizawa-sensei," Shizuka said, her voice a calm ripple in the morning air.
Soon after, she left for the changing rooms.
Ten minutes later, the class assembled on the dirt field. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of the city.
Shizuka stood at the edge of the group. To the others, she looked like a statue of golden composure, but internally, her mind was a whirlwind. Her senses extended, hearing her the rhythmic thump-thump of Tenya's engines idling in his calves, the crackle of Katsuki's sweat, and the frantic, bird-like flutter of Izuku's heart.
"A Quirk Assessment Test?!" Most of Class 1-A asked.
Shizuka decided to chime in, "We don't have time for leisurely events like the entrance exams, right? U.A. is very untraditional in its approach to training based on that, the teachers have to have freedom in how they run their classes too. That's why we aren't going to the opening ceremony.."
"Exactly, Moriya." Aizawa confirmed and then continued.
"You kids have been doing this since junior high, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks. This country still uses averages taken from students not using their Quirks." Aizawa held up a ball-pitching device, his yellow goggles hanging around his neck like a warning. "Moriya. You placed first in the entrance exam. In junior high, what was your best distance for a soft-ball throw?"
Shizuka stepped forward, her movement fluid. The class went silent.
"I didn't attend a traditional junior high, Sensei," Shizuka replied. Her fingers brushed the magnetic clip on her belt. "But without the Force? Roughly 75 meters. With it..."
She paused, her silver eyes scanning the horizon, then the sky, then a stray pebble near her foot. Her gaze darted rapidly before locking back onto Aizawa. "...the limits are subjective."
"Try doing it with The Force."
'The Force,' Momo Yaoyorozu picked up on the fact he didn't say her Quirk. Maybe it was her Quirk's name? No, that wouldn't make sense. But that's the only explanation or was it?
Aizawa had said that Shizuka had already stepped into the circle. She didn't just grab the ball; she beckoned it.
The white and black sphere leaped from the tray into her palm as if it were eager to be held.
Behind her, the class erupted in low whispers.
"Did you see that? It just... jumped," Ochako whispered, her eyes wide.
"She didn't even touch it," Izuku muttered, his thumb already hovering over his chin as he began his trademark analysis. "Telekinesis? No, Aizawa said 'The Force' earlier, is it a sensory-input Quirk with a physical output?"
Momo watched closely. It did have aspects of a Telekinetic Quirk, similar to what belonged to the Psychokinetic Hero: Toki but even then, why call it The Force? If it's Telekinesis wouldn't it have a simple name? And why was that weapon so important to her?
Shizuka ignored them. No, she tuned them out completely. The chatter of the students faded into a dull hum. The wind became a map of pressures. She felt the ball not as a leather object, but as a collection of atoms held together by the same energy that bound her to it and the universe together.
"The Force is all things," she murmured, her voice carrying a resonant, metallic edge that seemed to vibrate in the air, "and I am one with The Force."
Then she simply snapped her wrist upward.
BOOOOOOM!
A sonic crack rippled through the air, kicking up a circular wave of dust that forced the students to shield their eyes. The ball shot out in a line of light, piercing through the clouds and vanishing into the blue.
Aizawa's meter began to chime. The numbers blurred, spinning so fast the digital display struggled to keep up. Finally, it let out a long, flat tone.
Aizawa held the device to the class, showing the sign, "∞".
"Infinity?!" the class screamed in unison.
"That's cheating!" Denki Kaminari yelled, but was impressed, not angry.
"How is that even possible?" Momo asked, her voice tight with fascination. 'The friction alone should have incinerated the leather. To reach that velocity with a flick of the wrist... the force required is astronomical. If her Quirk is Telekinesis, the backlash on her brain or nervous system should be catastrophic. Yet…'
She looked at Shizuka. The girl wasn't panting. She wasn't bleeding from the nose. She was perfectly, irritatingly dry.
Shizuka didn't relax. Her eyes remained closed. "An ally, the Force is. And a powerful ally at that."
She turned her palm over.
A few seconds of tense silence passed. Then, a faint whistling grew into a roar. A streak of fire descended from the heavens, heading directly for the centre of the circle.
"Look out!" Iida shouted,
Shizuka didn't move. She raised her other hand, fingers splayed and doing slight movements. A shimmering, translucent hexagonal lattice of silver energy formed inches above her palm. The ball struck the shield with the force of a falling star.
The impact sent a fresh shockwave through the dirt, but the ball didn't bounce. It stopped instantly, cradled in the silver light, glowing red-hot but intact.
She dissipated the shield and let the cooling ball drop into her hand. She offered it back to a stunned Aizawa.
"I believe you need this for the next student, Sensei."
Momo's breath caught in her throat. 'I saw it. When she caught the ball, the 'shield' didn't come from her body. It manifested in the space between her and the object. And there's no heat transfer. My Quirk requires my own lipids, my own energy, that's how most Emitter's work. She doesn't even seem to have exhausted a small amount of energy.'
Aizawa stared at the ball, then at the girl. His hair was slightly windswept from the vacuum created by the ball's return. He looked at his class—Izuku was trembling with a mix of awe and terror, Katsuki looked ready to explode, and the rest were looking at Shizuka like she was a visiting god.
'Treat her as a peer,' Nezu had said, well now he knew why. 'Shizuka is far above her class in managing her power even her skill at using her power is far above her class. Just how long has she been training in The Force.'
Aizawa's thoughts were complicated but he cleared his throat, his voice regaining its wooden edge. "You all will need to know your own limits first, it is simply the most rational way to form the foundations of a Hero."
"Woah!" Mina Ashido exclaimed, "this is gonna be so fun."
But Aizawa had to ruin her cheerful parade, "Fun huh? Fine, let's make it a competition. Whoever scores dead last in all 8 tests will be judged as having 0 potential and will be expelled. Welcome to U.A.'s Hero Course."
Shizuka decided to speak up, speaking calmly to her class, "It may be unfair but that's how life is. Villain attacks, natural disasters, crimes all of that is unfair, it is a Hero's job to combat that unfairness. If any of you thought the path to that would be easy, then I, a classmate, tell you to pack your belongings and go home. To be a Hero is to suffer with the unfairness of this world, fighting it and combating it the best you can."
Shizuka knew all too well what that meant. Whether it was back when she read, watched and played EU Star Wars games or knowing the future of this world from her past life. She understood all too well that the path of The Light was one that took great strength to stay on.
The Sith, the Dark Side, it was easy. Seductive. But ultimately led to dead ends. Nihilous, Sion, they both proved that power in the Dark Side meant nothing.
The way of the Light Side was rigorous, grueling, harsh, but it was ultimately rewarding.
Aizawa meanwhile was more surprised then he let on through his stoic expression. 'This girl… she's speaking as if she understands what that's like, more so than most Heroes in the world.'
"Indeed." Aizawa confirmed.
From there, everything progressed quickly.
The first test was a 50-metre dash.
Shizuka stood in the lane next to Tenya Iida. The boy was revving his engines, blue flames sputtering from his calves as he prepared for an explosive start.
"I wish you luck, Moriya-san!" Iida said formally, adjusting his glasses.
"Focus on the finish line, Iida-san," Shizuka replied, staring straight ahead, calmly readying for a sprint by wrapping the force around her body, enhancing the muscles in her legs.
Force Speed.
The beep of the machine sounded loudly signalling a start.
Tenya exploded off the line, the engines on his shins roaring like a jet turbine. VROOOOM!
But he was racing a ghost.
Before the sound of the machine a blur of gold tore down the track that displaced the air. Yet not a single speck of dust was kicked up.
"0.12 Seconds!" The machine announced for Shizuka.
She was already standing at the finish line, brushing a speck of dust from her shoulder, before Iida even skidded to a halt.
"3.04 Seconds!" The machine announced for Iida.
"Wh-What?" Iida stammered, his engines sputtering out. "I didn't even see her move!"
Momo narrowed her eyes, pen hovering over her notebook. 'Telekinesis can push a body, but to move that fast without whiplash? She's not just pushing herself; she's enhancing her biological reaction times to match the velocity. It defies standard emitter physics plus, this might mean a secondary Quirk but surely that can't be the case, right?'
During the 2nd test, Shizuka held the digital dynamometer in her right hand. Beside her, Mezo was squeezing with multiple arms, clocking in at an impressive 540kg.
"Just squeeze, right?" Shizuka asked quietly.
She visualised the midi-chlorians in her arm muscles, commanding them to surge with energy. The Force flooded her fibres, reinforcing bone, tendon, and muscle with metaphysical steel.
She squeezed.
There was no strain on her face. No gritting teeth. Just a sudden, sickening CRUNCH.
BZZZT-SNAP.
The heavy-duty industrial plastic of the dynamometer didn't just crack; it imploded. The metal internals groaned and twisted like wet clay, sparking as the battery was crushed into paste. The device folded in on itself until it was nothing more than a mangled lump of scrap metal in her fist.
The class went silent again.
Shizuka opened her hand, letting the smoking debris fall to the dirt with a heavy thud.
"Uhm, Aizawa-sensei," she asked, looking at the pile of expensive junk. "I don't have to replace this, right?"
Aizawa stared at the destroyed device, then at her arm which looked completely normal—no bulging veins, no transformation. Just a teenage girl's arm that had just exerted hydraulic press levels of pressure.
"No, you don't," Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "Breaking equipment is... acceptable. Though usually, it takes a Strength Enhancer Quirk to do that, not a..."
He gestured vaguely at her.
"I know, but that is the power of The Force." She calmly stated.
Momo, now very curious, decides to ask, "What is The Force? It's not acting like any Quirk I know."
"That's because it's not one, Yaoyorozu-San."
Katsuki angrily shouted, "The fuck you mean not a Quirk?!"
To Katsuki it sounded like this wannabe nobody was stealing his thunder. First she had stolen his first place as U.A.'s top Hero Student prospect, and now here she was telling them she didn't have a Quirk? Who the fuck does she think she is? Space Jesus?
Feeling Katsuki's anger through the Force, Shizuka simply looked at the male with anger issues alongside a Quirk that made him sweat all the time to make big explosions before deciding to articulate her words in a way even Denki Kaminari would understand.
"The Force is an Energy Field created by all living beings, it surrounds us, penetrates us and binds us all together. A person who is Force-Sensitive can learn to tap into the power of The Force to achieve many supernatural feats such as using it to enhance our muscles or telekinetically lift objects off the ground." She pauses making sure everyone understood the explanation before continuing, "for example, feeling the Force around me, I can feel the small pebble on the ground near Midoriya-San's feet, the trees surrounding U.A., everywhere. I can feel your anger, Bakugo-San."
Katsuki's face contorted, his teeth bared in a snarl that looked more animal than human. The smell of nitroglycerin-thick sweat suddenly spiked, making the air around him shimmer with heat.
"You're telling me you're Quirkless?! That all this... this 'Force' bullshit is just some magic trick?!" Katsuki lunged forward, his palms sparking with premature detonations. "Don't you dare lie to me, you extra! 'll blow that calm look right off your face!"
"Bakugo, stop!" Tenya yelled, but it was too late.
Katsuki's hand swung in a wide, explosive arc toward Shizuka's head.
Aizawa's hair suddenly defied gravity, floating upward as his eyes glowed a dull, menacing red. He activated his Quirk, blinking only to focus his gaze on both students.
Yet, the explosion never happened.
Katsuki froze mid-lunge. It wasn't the paralysis of Aizawa's binding cloth, nor the confusion of a cancelled Quirk. He was suspended in the air, his boots inches from the dirt, his body locked in a rigid, invisible vise.
"I told you, Bakugo-San," Shizuka said, her voice not rising a single decibel. She hadn't even reached for her lightsaber. She simply had one hand raised, fingers curved as if she were holding a delicate glass sphere. "I can feel your anger. It is a loud, discordant noise in the Force. It clouds your judgment."
Katsuki thrashed, his face turning a deep purple. He tried to ignite his palms, but even with Aizawa's Quirk suppressed, he found he couldn't even twitch his fingers.
Aizawa's eyes widened. He felt his Quirk active. He was staring directly at Shizuka Moriya. He was erasing the "Quirk Factor" in her cells—or at least, he was trying to. But there was nothing to grab onto. To his Quirk, Shizuka was a blank slate, a "void" of genetic mutation.
And yet, she was still holding a 130-pound boy in the air with a gesture.
"Stand down, Bakugo," Aizawa rasped, his voice heavy with the strain of his Quirk. He deactivated his Erasure, his hair falling back to his shoulders. He rubbed his eyes, looking at Shizuka with a mixture of professional wariness and genuine curiosity. "And Moriya... put him down."
Shizuka slowly opened her fingers. Katsuki dropped to the dirt with a heavy thud, gasping for air and clutching his throat, though she hadn't touched it.
The class was deathly silent. Even Izuku had stopped muttering, his notebook forgotten in his hand.
"My Quirk was active," Aizawa stated, his gaze sweeping over the students before settling on Shizuka. "I was looking directly at her. If her power was a Quirk, she should have dropped him the second I blinked. She didn't."
He turned to the class, his scarf settling around his neck. "That is proof that Moriya isn't lying. The Force is real. Now, if we're done with the theatricals, we have five more tests to complete."
Shizuka bowed slightly toward Aizawa. "Apologies for the disruption, Sensei. It was... an involuntary reaction to a disturbance."
"It's simply rational to inform them now than wait, no need to apologise."
From that the standing long jump happened.
Shizuka let The Force carry her over the field in a powerful Force Leap completely eclipsing the others yet again.
Shizuka knew Izuku was struggling by this point, that was fine to her.
'Have him struggle a bit before informing him.' She thought, after all, she realised how vital the information that Izuku Midoriya being Force-Sensitive was, she wanted to wait a bit.
The next test was the repeated-side-jumps.
Shizuka's answer was to use Enhance Attribute for the muscles controlling this alongside Force Speed becoming a yellow flash of motion.
To the observers, it looked as though she had become a human metronome. She moved with such rhythmic, effortless precision that she wasn't just clearing the lines—she was creating a standing wave in the Force.
While the others were fighting gravity and inertia, Shizuka was surrendering to them and then redirecting them. She reached a frequency so high that her image seemed to exist in three places at once: over the left line, in the center, and over the right line.
"The count is too high for the manual sensor!" one of the robot monitors sparked, its digital screen flashing as it tried to keep up with the blurred transitions.
When the timer hit zero, Shizuka stopped instantly. No stumble, no corrective step. She simply stood still, the dust she had kicked up settling in a perfect, symmetrical ring around her.
"Total repetitions: Error," Aizawa muttered, looking at his screen. "Let's just call it 'Exemplary' and move on."
Meanwhile, Izuku seemed to be terrified.
'Control. Control.' Those words repeated in his mind as he tried to get a grasp on his 'borrowed' power.
He had no idea that it was his mindset that was wrong; he was the successor to One For All, to All Might the greatest Hero of their time. But he focused too much on that last part. It was a trap of itself, Izuku was focusing on what All Might would do with this power, not what he can do with it.
Since Shizuka already proved she was capable with the ball test, she was excluded, however, she watched closely.
It was Midoriya's turn. His thoughts dwelled on how he was gonna fail if he kept this up. Sure, his body was trained, but he kept achieving close to last scores. Everyone's got at least one amazing score, and look at him, a coward. In his mind, he'd be expelled at this rate, and so… he decided that if it meant getting a score that was much better, sacrificing his arm was better.
It was better than being expelled at his starting line.
And so, with the power of One For All flowing into his muscles he flexed his arm ready, but then a voice cut him off.
"Midoriya-san, you aren't planning on breaking your arm with your Quirk aren't you?" Shizuka had stopped him with her words taking calm, measured steps towards him.
The class watched as she approached Izuku with purpose but Katsuki seethed.
Quirk? What Quirk? That damned Deku and Quirk shouldn't belong in the same sentence, he was after all Quirkless, right?
"Uhm… is that wrong?" Izuku asked.
"Alright, you're an idiot." She slapped the back of his head, harshly. "Don't you think it's worth it to do that in a fight against a villain? If I understand, your Quirk has recently awakened and thus you can't control it right?"
Katsuki didn't just explode; he detonated. Shizuka's use of the word 'Quirk' in the same breath as 'Deku' hit him harder than any physical strike. His eyes, already narrow with fury, blew wide, the pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
"Quirk...?" The word came out as a low, guttural snarl, vibrating in his chest. "Recently what?!"
He didn't wait for an answer. He lunged, his boots kicking up a spray of dirt as he propelled himself forward with a twin-palm explosion. BOOM!
"DEKU, YOU BASTARD! TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
He ignored the fact that Shizuka was standing right there. He ignored Aizawa's warning. All he saw was the stuttering, nervous "pebble" who had apparently been lying to him for a decade.
Quirks manifested at the age of four, everyone knew that. This damned nerd had to have been lying to him all this time.
But before he could get within five feet of Midoriya, the world stopped moving.
Again.
This time, Shizuka didn't even raise her hand.
She just stood there, her silver eyes locking onto his with a cold, terrifying stillness. Katsuki felt his momentum vanish as if he'd slammed into a wall of solid ice. He was suspended mid-air, his arms pinned to his sides, his legs kicking uselessly at nothing.
"Your noise," Shizuka said, her voice dropping an octave, "is becoming a distraction to the Force."
Aizawa's capture scarf lashed out then, wrapping around Bakugo's torso like a serpent and slamming him back down to the ground.
"Enough!" Aizawa's voice was like a whip. His eyes were blood-red, his hair floating in the wind of his own power. "Bakugo, if I have to restrain you one more time, you're going home. Moriya, stop interfering with the other students' mindsets. Midoriya..."
Aizawa looked at the trembling boy. "You have two more tries. If you can't show me you can use that power without turning yourself into a liability, you're out."
"Aizawa-sensei, this is far more important than you realize. I'll have to do this quickly." She said, her eyes flicking over to his with a seriousness in her gaze that was unbecoming of the stoic girl.
"Fine, but be quick." Aizawa was curious. Where was she going with this?
"Alright, Midoriya-san, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Have you ever felt like something was subtly guiding you? Have you ever felt like destiny has made you suffer and uplifted you?" Shizuka suddenly asked.
She was on a time limit to explain to this boy the basics of The Force. It was just the basics she'd be teaching him.
Izuku flinched, his shoulders hiking up to his ears as he looked at Shizuka. The air around her felt different—not heavy like Kacchan's or suffocating like Aizawa-sensei's, but... vast. Like standing on the edge of an ocean at night.
He swallowed hard, his mind racing at a hundred miles per hour. "G-guiding me?"
He looked down at his trembling hand, the one that still felt the phantom hum of One For All—a power he'd held for less than a day and understood even less.
"I... I think so?" he stammered, his voice small and shaky but slowly gained confidence as he spoke. "It's odd. But… 11 months ago I walked into a bad situation. A Hero saved me from… it felt like the world aligned for it to happen."
Izuku kept the details vague but trusted Shizuka.
The look on Katsuki's face as he realised what Shizuka was saying could be described in one word. Hatred.
"It didn't happen for nothing. A Force-Sensitive as trained as myself can sense the hum of The Force within others, and feel if one is also sensitive to it. Izuku Midoriya, you are strong in The Force." She didn't give him a chance to understand what she was saying, rather she continued expecting him to listen. "I will give a more nuanced summary to you right now. The Force flows through all; life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, emanating from us and through us, binding us to everything and everyone. You will feel The Force most when your mind is calm, when you are passive, when you free yourself of your earthly attachments, letting go of your fears, your needs, your desires and let it guide you, flow through you, make you part of its current. Still your mind, close your eyes, focus. Let the Force guide you, as it guides me."
Shizuka moved back, but looked to Izuku for one reason. "There's a common phrase Force-users say to each other when wishing one to be and do well, often used when the addressee is facing an imminent challenge. May The Force be with you, Izuku Midoriya."
She left heading back to her spot hoping the lesson would stick.
Izuku was still catching up with everything Shizuka had told him but… for some reason, he listened.
Flow.
He thought about it… no, don't think. He closed his eyes. He had to follow Shizuka's words. Because a girl had believed in him.
Izuku stood in the centre of the pitching circle, the ball a dead weight in his hand. Around him, the world was too loud—Bakugo's heavy breathing, the rustle of Aizawa's scarf, the judgmental silence of his classmates.
Still your mind.
He took a breath. He didn't focus on the "egg in the microwave." Instead, he reached out for that "ocean" Shizuka had described.
At first, there was nothing but his own fear, but recalling Shizuka's words he began to let go… as he let go he felt nothing, he wondered if he was failing but then, he felt it—a faint, rhythmic hum that wasn't coming from his heart, but from the air itself. A thin current akin to a thread but it was everywhere.
If the Force flows through everything... then it flows through this power, too.
He stopped trying to force One For All into his fingertips. Instead, he treated the massive reservoir of power within his core like a pool of water, and he opened the channels. He didn't just let it "hit" his arm; he let it circulate.
Let it flow.
Suddenly, the air around him didn't just vibrate; it hummed. Tiny, dancing sparks of emerald electricity began to skitter across his skin—not just his arm, but his legs, his torso, his neck.
'It's different,' Izuku thought, his eyes snapping open. 'One For All feels like a hammer... but the Force feels like the wind. If I let the wind carry the hammer…'
"What is that...?" Ochaco whispered, shielding her eyes.
The green sparks intensified. Izuku felt a strange, light-footed equilibrium. He wasn't breaking; he was braced.
'One For All: Full Cowling; Five percent.' He called out within his mind.
He didn't wind up for a massive, bone-shattering swing. He simply moved with the current. His body felt weightless, his muscles reinforced by the silver thread of the Force and the emerald fire of his Quirk. He stepped forward, his footwork suddenly as fluid as Shizuka's, and snapped his arm forward.
FWH-BOOM!
The ball didn't just fly; it spiraled with a whistling intensity, trailing a wake of green static.
Aizawa looked at his meter. His eyebrows shot up. It wasn't "Infinity," but it was a staggering 822 meters.
And Izuku's arm wasn't broken. It wasn't even bruised. He stood there, the emerald sparks fading slowly, a look of pure, shocked realization on his face. He looked at his hand, then back at Shizuka.
He didn't say thank you. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes—the lack of fear—was the only answer she needed.
'And so, Izuku Midoriya has awakened Full Cowling a full month earlier than in canon, Force, he is doing well. But… teaching him The Force, was that really right of me?' Shizuka questioned within her mind. After all, Izuku was a 15-year old who was bullied and had an attachment to his mother. If the anger, the hatred from years of harsh bullying came out.. 'I'll have to train Izuku even though I'm basically a Padawan myself. Train him to avoid the Darkside.'
Aizawa tucked the meter away, a ghost of a smirk hidden beneath his scarf. "A rational use of power. Finally."
Katsuki stood in the dirt, his hands trembling. He didn't scream. He didn't lunge. For the first time in his life, he was staring at a Deku who didn't look like a pebble. He was staring at someone who looked like a threat.
After that, Izuku shot up in the rankings using his newly discovered Full Cowling and Force Sense.
Sit-Ups? Izuku did extremely well as did Shizuka. Seated toe-touch? Izuku's Full Cowling made it easier for him to stretch and Shizuka's acrobatic nature made her able to stretch that far.
For the long distance one? For a forest dweller like Shizuka this was easy, she kept pace with Tenya Iida using Force Enhancement and Izuku Midoriya, with his Full Cowling, was keeping pace with Katsuki who wanted to attack the boy.
By the time it was done and over, the afternoon light filled the sky.
"Moriya, stop." Aizawa had to stop Moriya during her run.
Why? Because she ran for 3 hours straight without stopping although, it finally seemed like the girl was tired based on the sweat forming on her. But it was still very small.
'Just what kind of training did this girl do,' Aizawa thought to himself, having to admit he was impressed. The stamina alone would put many Pro's to shame.
After that the class was gathered waiting for the results.
"It's a time waster to explain verbally so I'll show the results all at once," Aizawa stated then clicked the device which displayed a Holographic screen of the results.
Shizuka Moriya, First Place.
2nd and 3rd belonged to Momo and Shoto Todoroki.
Solely based on the final three tests, Izuku Midoriya took 8th place.
Dead last? Toru Hagakure.
The girl was about to fall into despair before Aizawa stated, "By the way I was lying about the expulsion. It was a ruse to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks and in Moriya's case, The Force's."
"That's a lie." Shizuka said. "You were fully prepared to expel one of us if our potential wasn't up to snuff. I've read that you expelled all of your students last due to them having no potential."
Aizawa's eyes twitched at being caught, "Moriya, you didn't have to tell them. But fine. Rationally, you all have potential thus I rescinded my threat. In truth, I was prepared to expel all of you if your potential was lacking."
The silence that followed Shizuka's correction of Aizawa was heavy. The students looked between their dishevelled, terrifying teacher and the golden-haired girl who had just called his bluff without blinking.
Momo was the first to move. She stepped toward Shizuka focused on satiating her academic curiosity. "Moriya-san... what you said about the 'Force' during the test. If it's truly an energy field produced by life, does that mean your 'Infinity' score was a result of drawing from the planet itself? The physical toll should be immense, yet you aren't even out of breath."
"It's not exactly that hard. I've known about the Force for 12 years when I found an alien temple from an order of Force-users called the Jedi. With proper instruction, using The Force is easy, and I've trained my body immensely. Alongside being pretty balanced nutritionally and things ended up greatly for my training." Shizuka didn't think much about that.
But her words actually caused an immense panic.
Aliens existed.
Yeah, since her words on The Force and actual proof of it came about, the class would be willing to trust her words a lot more. But hearing that Aliens existed? That's absurd, right? But considering how she described the Force…
"She's telling the truth," Izuku stepped in, feeling the truth in the silver-eyed girl's words. Something that one hundred percent came from his new ability to sense the pervasive energy field that was The Force. "I don't get it, but I can just tell it's true."
"That's The Force working through you Midoriya-san." She noted.
The silence stretched, broken only by the distant caw of a crow. Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his mind already calculating the paperwork involved in "Alien Temple Discovery."
"Aliens?" Denki Kaminari was the first to break, his hands flying to his yellow hair. "Like, little green men? Flying saucers? Are you saying you're an extra-terrestrial, Moriya? Because that would explain the height... and the hair... and the everything!"
"I am human, from this planet, Kaminari-san," Shizuka replied, her voice remaining a calm anchor. "The Jedi were a multi-species Order from another galaxy that travelled here having their records remain in a sanctuary I discovered. The Force is universal; it doesn't care if you're from the Milky Way or the Blackened Galaxy in which the Jedi originate from."
Momo looked like she was having a mental short-circuit. "An energy field that permeates all life... that would mean biology and physics are inextricably linked on a level Quirk Theory hasn't even touched. Moriya-san, if what you're saying is true, the very definition of 'Quirkless' is obsolete. Everyone would have the Force, they just... can't 'hear' it?"
"Precisely," Shizuka nodded. "Some are born with a higher sensitivity—like Midoriya-san. Others must work much harder to feel even a ripple. And some just cannot. It relates to the midi-chlorians in a person's cells. The higher the count, the more sensitive one is to The Force. At bare minimum a count of 5000 per cell is required which grants the weakest connection and sensitivity to the Force with 99% of life possessing counts in the 2000 to 3000 ranges."
"Don't give me that crap!" Katsuki snarled, though he didn't lunge this time. The memory of the "invisible vise" was still fresh. "I don't care if it comes from space or your literal soul—it's a power. And no 'energy field' is gonna put a Deku above me. You hear me, nerd?! I'll crush your 'Force' with sheer heat!"
Aizawa let out a long, weary sigh, the kind that suggested he was already drafting the massive headache of a report for Principal Nezu. "Class is dismissed. Pick up a syllabus on your way out. Tomorrow, we begin actual heroics. Don't be late."
As the teacher turned and shuffled toward the main building, his yellow sleeping bag dragging behind him like a cocoon, the tension finally broke. The students began to chatter, though their eyes kept drifting back to the girl in the center of the field.
Izuku approached Shizuka, his movements still slightly buzzing with the leftover hum of the Force. "Moriya-san... I don't know how to thank you. I felt... I felt the world move. For the first time, I wasn't just fighting my own power. I was part of it."
Shizuka looked at him, her expression softening just a fraction—the look of a Master acknowledging a promising, if clumsy, pupil. "Don't thank me, Midoriya-san. The Force was already there; I just helped you clear the static. But be warned: the path you've stepped on is a demanding one. The Force reacts to your emotions. If you let fear or anger dictate your 'Full Cowling,' you won't just break your bones—you'll break your spirit."
She turned to leave, her golden hair catching the orange hue of the setting sun. "I have to pick up my daughter. We will speak more about your training soon."
"Daughter?!" the class screamed in unison, their shock over aliens momentarily eclipsed by the idea of their fifteen-year-old classmate being a parent.
Shizuka didn't stop. She simply raised a hand in a casual wave, the magnetic clip of her lightsaber glinting at her hip. She had achieved her first objective: helping Izuku get Full Cowling early, albeit she didn't think the boy would be Force-Sensitive in this alternative universe.
It was 4:20 when she arrived at Sir Nighteye's office.
Shizuka's POV
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the sterile, high-end lobby of the Nighteye Agency. Shizuka stepped out, the sharp scent of "expensive tea and old books" hitting her exactly as she'd described to Mirai.
Behind the massive mahogany desk sat Sir Nighteye, his yellow suit uncreased despite the long day. He didn't look up from his paperwork, but his voice cut through the quiet.
"Sixteen-twenty-two, Moriya-san. You are eight minutes early. My foresight suggests you are eager to leave."
"I missed my daughter, Mirai-san," Shizuka replied, her voice losing the "Jedi Master" edge it had held all day. "And I suspect she missed me."
"Hmph." Nighteye adjusted his glasses. "She is in the lounge. She completed her mathematics workbook ahead of schedule. She is... disturbingly persistent when she wants to be."
Shizuka walked into the lounge. The room was sleek and professional, but it had been "invaded" by a small, blue-haired force of nature. Eri was sitting on a plush leather sofa, her sea-green shoes swinging back and forth. Next to her sat Centipeder, looking deeply confused as he held a pink crayon while Eri pointed at a drawing.
"No, Mr. Centipede," Eri was saying solemnly. "The Force is sparkly. You have to use the glitter pen."
"I... I see, Eri-chan," the pro hero replied in his muffled voice.
"Eri," Shizuka called out softly.
The girl froze, then her face lit up like a supernova. She scrambled off the sofa, nearly tripping over a stack of files, and sprinted across the room.
"MAMA!"
She collided with Shizuka's legs, her small arms wrapping around her waist with a strength that would have winded a normal person. Shizuka knelt, gathering the small girl into a fierce hug. The scent of strawberry shampoo and crayons filled her senses, grounding her more than any meditation ever could.
"How was your first day?" Eri muffled into Shizuka's shoulder. "Did you win the school?"
"I didn't win the school, princess," Shizuka laughed, pulling back to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Eri's ear. "But I made a friend. And I think I taught someone how to breathe."
Nighteye appeared in the doorway, his severe expression momentarily softening as he watched them. "She was well-behaved, Moriya-san. Though she did inform me that my office 'needs more plants' because the Force likes things that grow."
Shizuka stood up, keeping Eri's hand in hers. "She isn't wrong. Thank you again, Mirai-san."
As they walked toward the elevator, Eri looked up at the magnetic hilt on Shizuka's hip. "Mama?"
"Yes, princess?" Shizuka looked inquisitively at her legal sister.
"I love you." Eri said, smiling softly.
Shizuka responded in kind. "Love you too, Eri."
Authors note: Whilst I did think about the idea of making Izuku Force-Sensitive being a bad one, I did also look back on the anime and honestly the scenarios he gets in feel like The Force is guiding him subconsciously, so here I made a decision to make him force. The M count for Izuku is: 13,500. As for my decision to "re-explain" The Force, if I had that happen off screen, then we wouldn't get the reaction of Bakugo to it.
Full Cowling coming about from Izuku learning of his Force-Sensitivity? That was an idea ChatGPT gave me when I was getting its opinion. Needless to say, I am glad I listened because in concept, the idea of flowing with The Force is very common.
To note, the green sparks of Full Cowling? Yeah they are a visual indicator of the Quirk in my opinion. Part of that is that no character reacts to it. They react to seeing him randomly not breaking his bones with his own quirk but to green sparks coming out of him they don't? Yeah, I thought so. I decided to however use it here as a physical real thing.