U.A arrived at the provincial licensing site, many sticking their faces to the windows in awe. It was near one of the hardest exams in the world, hardly passable even.

Each student in 1-A stepped off the bus, chattering in groups. Izuku looked around, holding his notebook in his gloved hand from his hero costume.

Aizawa stopped before the entrance after dealing with another hyperactive Ms. Joke section, glancing at his class and the other schools as they chatter in… temporary excitement.

“Try not to lose your heads,” Aizawa remarks dryly, his back hunched over as if he was bored. After all, he’s been teaching this for years. “Don’t make yourselves bigger showmen than you already are.”