MHA: Absolute Telekinesis

(Third Person POV)

A dimly lit room flickered with the glow of multiple monitors, each displaying live footage of the U.A. entrance exam. The U.A. staff sat in front of them, observing the students' performances with serious expressions.

At the center, Nezu wore his characteristic smile, sipping tea as he watched intently. Beside him, All Might—still in his emaciated form—sat with sunken eyes, his aura weighed down by an invisible burden. Lady Nagant, the newest addition to the U.A. staff, watched with a neutral expression, her gaze unwavering. Other U.A. teachers, including Aizawa, leaned forward, taking mental notes on potential candidates.

A few promising students had already been identified, and their screens were enlarged. One monitor focused on Bakugo, who propelled himself through the air, destroying robots with controlled explosions.

"He's got a powerful Quirk," one of the teachers noted.

"Yes, but he seems a bit violent," Nezu mused, his smile unwavering. "Nothing we can't fix."

Aizawa grunted, recognizing the potential for trouble. Meanwhile, All Might's worried eyes scanned the screens until they locked onto a familiar green-haired boy.

"Come on, Midoriya... I know you can do this," he muttered almost silently.

But as he watched, his shoulders slumped. Izuku was struggling to destroy any robots. Then, one of the monitors switched to another student—Kata Okada.

Lady Nagant's brow furrowed for the briefest moment before she schooled her expression back to neutrality. Nezu, ever observant, caught the slip and grinned. With a press of a button, he pulled up Kata's file.

"Kata Okada… Quirk: Telekinesis. So far, he has the highest villain points. At this rate, he might even break the record," Nezu mused.

The room's attention shifted. On the screen, Kata methodically dismantled robots, hurling debris at supersonic speeds. He took moments to assist struggling examinees but never lost his relentless pace.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "It looks like he's prioritizing destruction over heroics. Helping others seems like an afterthought."

"Well," Nezu chuckled, "that is the goal of the exam. Even if it's not exactly heroic to steal points from the others, he has helped struggling students when there weren't robots gain points from. We'll just have to wait and see..."

A mischievous glint shone in Nezu's eyes. He pressed another button.

"People show their true colors in moments like this."

On-screen, the buildings at the center of the exam sites split open. Massive, towering robots—Zero Pointers—emerged with thunderous roars, their engines howling as they plowed through the streets.

Panic erupted. Examinees scattered, running for their lives.

On one monitor, a brown-haired girl tripped and fell, struggling to move as a towering machine loomed over her. On another, a white-haired boy stood still, gazing at his own approaching giant with a calm, calculating expression.

Inside the observation room, the tension thickened.

"When there's nothing to be gained..." a voice echoed through the room.

The first monitor showed Midoriya—fear and determination battling on his face—as he sprinted toward the girl.

"Rising to the challenge at those times..."

The second monitor showed Kata. Large chunks of debris levitated around him before launching forward at supersonic speeds. The Zero Pointer shuddered as its joints buckled under the force. Kata smirked, stretching his hands in a tearing motion—ripping one of the machine's arms clean off.

Then, he gripped the floating arm midair, adjusting his stance as though swinging an invisible bat.

The U.A. examiners leaned forward, unable to decide which screen to focus on.

"...Is surely the mark..."

Midoriya soared through the air, his fist drawn back.

Kata swung.

"...Of a True Hero!"

Midoriya's fist smashed into the robot's head. Explosions erupted as metal crumpled beneath his strength.

At the same time, Kata's makeshift weapon—a giant mechanical arm—slammed into the Zero Pointer's torso with a deafening crack, obliterating it in an instant.

Both robots collapsed, crashing into nearby buildings, sending shockwaves through the air.

For a moment, silence reigned as everyone, examiners and examinees, watched the spectacle in awe.

Then—

"It's all... OVER!!" Present Mic's voice boomed, breaking everyone out of their daze.

Some examinees collapsed in despair, while others cheered in triumph.

Midoriya stared at his broken arm and leg, tears welling up in his eyes. Kata, on the other hand, exhaled calmly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Back in the observation room, an eerie stillness settled. Some teachers sat in stunned silence. Others nodded in appreciation.

All Might, however, smiled proudly at the screen displaying his successor.

(Kata POV – Examination Site)

I nodded in satisfaction as I observed the remains of the robot. Around me, examinees stared, their gazes a mix of caution and awe.

'How troublesome.'

With a quiet sigh, I turned away from the wreckage and walked toward where the bus dropped us off, ignoring the lingering stares.

The bus arrived shortly after, taking us back to U.A., while the injured were transported elsewhere—probably to Recovery Girl. Once we arrived, we were informed that our results would be released within two weeks before being dismissed.

'I definitely passed', I thought, recalling my 103 villain points. 'And I probably got a decent number of hero points from all the people I helped.' But until I had the official acceptance letter in hand, I couldn't move out of the orphanage.

With another sigh, I hailed a cab and headed back to the orphanage.

The moment I stepped inside, I was swarmed.

"How was it?"

"Did you meet any heroes?"

"What did you do?"

Their questions came fast and careless, their excitement felt distant, more about the spectacle than about me.

'What else did I expect?'

A flicker of annoyance ignited in my chest, but I forced it down, pasting on a polite, empty smile. I answered each question patiently, waiting for their excitement to die out. As quickly as they had come, they lost interest and left.

'I kept my distance from them and we barely interacted. Why would they care about me beyond what I could give them?'

Shaking my head, I walked past them, informing the director of my return before heading straight to my room.

'All I can do now is wait.'

The next morning, I ate a quick breakfast and started planning. I researched apartments and small houses near U.A., reserving a place. I made a list of everything I'd need to buy once I moved.

Then, to pass the time, I trained.

For the next ten days, I followed my usual physical training—push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and a jog.

For my telekinesis, I focused on covering my greatest weakness: defense.

I spent the first three days improving my forcefield formation speed, activating and deactivating it in rapid succession until I could form it within a second. Once I'd refined the timing, I moved on to stress testing.

The results were... disappointing.

While the barrier could withstand basic attacks, its strength was lacking. Anything over 500kg of force damaged it. A direct hit with around a ton would get through after being slowed down a bit.

To measure this, I lifted large rocks, dropped them on myself, and observed how my shield reacted.

'Not enough.'

Since the forcefield needed my full attention to maintain for now, I can't fight with it active. I needed my shield strong enough to handle the Nomu during the USJ attack.

Sighing, I adjusted my training. Instead of dropping random rocks, I systematically increasing the weight of the rocks, reinforcing my forcefield until it could survive heavier impacts. Day by day, I repeated the process, pushing the shield's limits.

By the tenth day, I'd raised its durability to about three tons. But even then, I wasn't sure if it would be enough for the Nomu designer to handle All Might.

On the eleventh day, the letter from U.A. arrived. Unfortunately, it was sent to the director.

I stood beside her as she opened it. A small disc slid out, projecting a hologram of Nezu.

"That's right! It's me, Nezu—the one who could be a dog, a mouse, or a bear! But more importantly... I'm the principal!"

The director tensed beside me, her fingers gripping the letter.

Nezu's hologram let out a lighthearted cough before continuing, "Kata Okada... congratulations on successfully making it into the Hero Course!"

A polite clap followed his words. His grin widened.

"Not only that, you earned the highest score in both the practical and written exams—setting a new U.A. record!"

A leaderboard flashed into view. My name stood at the top:

Kata Okada – 103 Villain Points / 78 Rescue Points

The director turned to me in shock, excitement replacing her previous tension.

'She's probably happy about the publicity this will bring the orphanage.'

Nezu continued explaining the exam details, particularly how rescue points were awarded. Then, finally—

"We look forward to helping you strive to become the best hero you can be. Welcome... to Your Hero Academy!"

The hologram cut out, leaving the room in silence.

The director composed herself before turning to me with a congratulatory smile.

"I knew you could do it."

Her calm demeanor quickly faded as she started listing off preparations. "Now we need to get everything ready—accommodation, daily necessities—"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Now she was concerned?

"I've already handled it," I interrupted, explaining my arrangements. "I only need the approval so I can use my inheritance funds for everything I need."

My parents' inheritance covered everything—U.A. tuition, rent, food, supplies. Money wasn't a concern.

'Thanks, Mom and Dad.' I mocked internally as I was reminded of my 'loving' family.

Another week passed as I settled into my new home.

The day I left the orphanage, most of the kids gathered to say goodbye despite how little I'd interacted with them. 'Either they were forced, or are just being polite.' But I still returned their farewells before heading off.

The house was already furnished when I arrived. As I explored, assigning purposes to each room, I noticed something strange.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

I frowned.

Growing up, there had always been noise—arguments, shouting, chaos, when mom and dad were around. Even at the orphanage, laughter and footsteps filled the halls. But here... nothing.

It felt unnatural.

Shaking the thought away, I focused on unpacking and by the time I finished, the sun had set.

Tomorrow would be my first day at U.A.

'Time to see what's in store,' I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.

(Kata POV – Next Morning)

The shrill ringing of my alarm pulled me from sleep. Blinking groggily, I glanced at the time—4 AM.

With a quiet sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Routine was important. Good habits needed to be maintained.

I had a light meal, then moved into my morning workout—push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and a quick jog. Afterward, I took a shower and ate a simple breakfast. Just cereal. Nothing fancy.

As I pulled on the U.A. uniform, I took an extra moment to make sure I looked presentable.

Normally, I wouldn't put much thought into it, but today was different. First impressions mattered.

At 7 AM, I left my house, arriving at U.A. by 7:25—an hour before homeroom. Walking through the gates, I took a moment to appreciate the view.

'They really did a great job designing this place. It looks wonderful.'

The halls were mostly empty, save for a few other early arrivals. It didn't take long to find my classroom. 1-A.

I stopped in front of the door.

Suddenly, it felt... imposing.

My heart pounded in my chest, an unexpected wave of anxiety creeping up my spine.

'Am I nervous? Why?'

'They're just kids from a manga...'

A manga that was now my life.

I tried to push the feeling away, but it lingered. It wasn't fear. It wasn't intimidation. It was something else.

And then it hit me.

Deep down, I wanted to fit in.

I wanted these specific people—these characters who had once brought me comfort and joy—to accept me.

With one last breath, I reached for the handle. The door slid open, revealing the classroom that had once been a source of comfort for a hurting child.