[A/N] Hey guys, this is my first story, blah blah blah, please leave a review behind and follow+fave if you enjoyed blah blah blah.

Ok, now that that's out of the way.

I do not own BNHA (I don't know why but every fanfic I have ever read had such a thing in their A/N so I suppose I'll do it as well.)

Aizawa frowned and rubbed his dry eyes. It was already so late and he still had some paper work to fill in.

Expulsion forms to be exact…

Truly, he was dreading his graveyard shift already. Not to mention having to deal with another social outburst for having expelled his entire class, again, the next day.

He sighed, oh well. After a day or three it would all mellow down again. His colleagues knew he only did it to make sure only those who could handle a hero's life would be set out to deal with dangers others couldn't handle. And the media would also broadcast it only once, after that they would have to find new material for their greedy viewers. The parent were always the worst but he'd live.

It wasn't like he was enjoying this, but it was for their own protection. Sure, the new class might have looked good to an untrained eye, but honestly? They hadn't shown enough potential to him.

Some of them didn't even workout and only trained their quirks because 'they were long range fighters' or 'wouldn't need to resort to cqc because their quirk would save them. '

He couldn't find a grain of ingenuity among them either. Bar perhaps Mineta who figured out a few ways to make his quirk workable all of them only used their quirk in the most obvious ways.

Well, not in his class they wouldn't.

There was one exception however. Aizawa grinned as he thought about a certain student. The only one who showed he took the heroics class serious. The only one who showed he was determined to become a hero, who showed ingenuity and being able to make a solution up on the spot.

This would be an interesting year…

An alarm clock went off and a bleary eyed greenette shut it up. 'Ah…' he noted 'I see I haven't drowned in my own self-pity during my sleep.' Groggily he got up and mechanically went through the motions of his morning routine.

'I almost can't believe it. After everything I went through, ten months of hell, the entrance exam that almost killed me and still severely wounded me, all the anxiety and fear and panic…' he stifled a sob 'and I mess up on the first day…'

As he left his house his mind went back to those five terrible minutes.

The results were shown on a hologram, with Izuku all the way the bottom, the lowest, the dead last…

"These are your results." Aizawa spoke up "As I said, those whom I deem not to have any right to be in the heroics course will be expelled. These people can expect a phone call later today."

"W-wait what!?" A girl with raven hair tied in a ponytail burst out "Y-you're actually going to expel people?" Immediately after she said this she realized her mistake and corrected her form. "I mean… sir."

The ragged looking man simply glared at her, "I do not make fake promises, i have trained dozens of pro heroes and if i can't see any potential in you now the heroics department doesn't need you."

"Now get dressed and go home. As for you Midorya…"

Izuku tensed up and managed to get out a 'Yes sir?'

"Get your finger checked out with Recovery Girl."

Izuku sagged both in relief and shame "Yes sir…"

And the phone call never came! Maybe the teacher wanted to humiliate and criticize him in person or maybe even in front of the class!

Izuku now stood in front of the strangely quiet classroom of 1-A. Maybe he should just leave… crawl in a hole and die so he wouldn't have to face the one person who believed he could be a hero. Who knows, Al Might might just want OFA back… Then Izuku's chances of becoming a hero would definitely be null.

'No!' he thought determined 'I'm going to face this head on! Even if it does entail public humiliation!'

He confidently slammed the door open and-

"Please don't make so much noise when entering a classroom."

-immediately became his meek old self again.

"S-sorry sir…" he managed to squeeze out as he took his seat. Only then did he realize they were the only two in the classroom. What was happening? Did the teacher want to confront him person to person after all? Or did the other students have a day off because they passed and he didn't?

He was quickly shook out of his muttering. "Now then, we can finally begin class." Aizawa said, breaking the silence whilst climbing out of his yellow cocoon.

"Class?" Izuku said surprised "B-but sir, what about the rest of the students? And what about me?"

"What about them and you?" the groggy teacher said, now turned to the greenette.

"They're not here… shouldn't we wait on… well… everyone else?"

"We don't have to wait on them" The tired man said "They're expelled."

"W-wha-"

"You heard me" Aizawa quickly cut him off before his student could start his annoying muttering again. "They didn't show any promise, so I got rid of 'em."

"ehh!?"

"And before you ask, no, you're not expelled. Congratulations on being the lone member of Class 1-A, Midorya Izuku."

"EHH!?"

[A/N] and that's a wrap, there was some more stuff I wanted to add but I might update this fic with those elements another time. Also please keep in mind I am not going to update this fic regularly, neither will this be an actual story. If I do ever update this story, and that's a big if, then it'll probably be snippets of the consequences of this. Really, I only posted this because I thought I'd just put a funny idea online. If you feel like you could take this idea and make a good fic out of this, feel free to PM me.