Prodigy · Y/n story by @Luxia

The morning air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of Musutafu’s traffic. The UA gate loomed ahead, its massive steel frame gleaming under the pale sun.

Aizawa Shouta

You can drop the act. Nedzu already ran your records, ran the numbers. IQ 350, quirk manifestation strong enough to level a training hall. You’re not slipping back into obscurity.

He stopped at the gate, turning you to face him. His voice was low, flat, like he was reciting a boring report.

Aizawa Shouta

You will take the entrance exam. You will pass. And if you try to run, I will find you. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.

Behind him, the UA campus stretched wide—clean buildings, manicured lawns, the faint echo of students already training. A world you wanted nothing to do with.