As the final exam began, the classroom was filled with an air of tense concentration. The students of Class 1-A had worked hard all year, but the daunting prospect of the written exam loomed over them like a storm cloud.
Some students, like Iida, were scribbling down answers at lightning speed, their pens flying over the pages. Kirishima had a nervous smile as he bit the end of his pencil, furiously trying to recall the right answers. Bakugo, as usual, scowled and muttered under her breath as if the exam itself was a personal affront.
But then there was Nyxia.
Sitting at the far end of the room, his enormous, towering frame was hunched over a desk that had been reinforced just for him. Despite his size, he appeared relaxed, his massive hands gripping a pencil with surprising precision.
What stood out most, though, was the fact that Nyxia was breezing through the test, moving from question to question with ease. Occasionally, he'd pause, his golden eyes shimmering as he stared at the exam paper with a calm expression.
A few students glanced at him, confused and a little envious. How was he doing so well? He'd only just joined the class, and even though he had learned a lot through observation and his own experiences, no one expected him to ace a written exam like this.
Behind the scenes, the answer was clear.
Eon Nyxia's companion who had formed a bond with Nyxia was feeding him the answers. Through their shared mindspace, Eon whispered answers directly into Nyxia's thoughts, guiding him through the complex questions with effortless ease.
"The answer is 'F'. You recall the theory on aerial mobility, Nyxia, don't you?"
Nyxia, without skipping a beat, wrote the answer down with his oversized gorilla-like hand, then immediately moved to the next question.
Some students noticed this and glanced curiously at Nyxia, their confusion deepening. How was he pulling this off so effortlessly?
Meanwhile, Izuka Midoriya sat at his desk, furiously scribbling down his answers, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She briefly glanced up at Nyxia, watching him with a mix of admiration and wonder.
Midoriya: "How… How is he so calm? And how is he so smart? He's only been here a short time!"
Uraraka, sitting beside him, whispered: "He's got something, doesn't he? He seems so relaxed, even though he's, well, huge."
Todoroki looked over, observing Nyxia's serene focus. He tilted his head slightly and muttered, "I guess even giants need to study…"
As the exam continued, Nyxia took the test at his own pace, confident and composed. Occasionally, he'd glance up, his golden eyes flashing as he nodded to himself.
At one point, he glanced down at the paper in front of him, only to find an equation that left him momentarily perplexed. He hesitated for just a moment before his mindspace flickered, and Eon's calm voice filled his consciousness:
"This is the correct method. You've encountered this before when teaching Marisov."
With a swift, decisive movement, Nyxia wrote down the correct answer and continued on.
The students around him could only watch, both curious and impressed by his composure and strange, otherworldly aura. Even All Might, who had been observing the class from a distance, raised an eyebrow in surprise.
By the time the exam concluded, it was clear: Nyxia had completed it with ease. And though his classmates were still stressing over some of the trickier questions, Nyxia simply set down his pencil, letting out a deep, satisfied exhale.
When Nezu called time, he approached Nyxia with a knowing smile.
Nezu: "Well, Nyxia… it seems you've done quite well."
Nyxia gave a small nod, his expression proud yet humble. Eon's presence in his mind swirled quietly like a comforting presence.
"It was easy," Nyxia thought with a slight smile.
U.A. TRAINING FIELD — DAY
The sun blazes high as Class 1-A stands assembled outside, surrounded by several of U.A.'s pro hero faculty. There's an air of anticipation and unease as Aizawa (Shota) steps forward, wrapped in his iconic scarf and his usual tired expression in place.
Aizawa:
"You may think you already know what today's exercise is about."
Mina perks up, throwing an arm over Denki's shoulder with a playful grin.
Mina Ashido:
"Let me guess! Robot battles again, right?"
Denki Kaminari:
"Yeah! I've been charging up all morning for it!"
Suddenly, Nezu springs out of Aizawa's scarf like a fuzzy jack-in-the-box, much to the class's surprise. His ever-smiling face gleams with something mischievous and perhaps a little cruel.
Nezu: "No, no, no! There will be no robots today!"
The class collectively blinks. Nezu's voice, cheerful as ever, continues.
Nezu: "In light of the recent surge in villain activity, U.A. has decided to elevate its training methods. We want our students to gain experience in combat scenarios that better reflect the realities of hero work. That means no more 'scripted' battles with robots."
The air grows heavier as Nezu leans forward on the railing, his voice growing more serious despite the smile still plastered on his face.
Nezu: "From now on, U.A. students will participate in battle simulations modeled after real-life combat. And Class 1-A you will be the first."
Shock ripples through the students.
Nezu: "Today's exercise will be a battle test against your teachers. You'll form pairs and face off against pro heroes in an uninhabited training city. Victory can be achieved in two ways either by escaping the battlefield or by restraining the teacher using these special handcuffs. You have 30 minutes. Understood?"
Murmurs erupt across the group.
Izuku Midoriya: "Wait... we're fighting real heroes?"
Bakugo: "Tch. Finally, something worth my time."
Nezu claps his paws together gleefully.
Nezu: "Pairings and matchups have already been decided. First up: Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu will face Eraser Head."
Aizawa gives a tired nod, adjusting his scarf.
Nezu: "Kasumi Bakugo and Izuka Midoriya... will face All Might."
Both boys snap their heads toward Nezu, stunned.
Izuku: "Wha- All Might!?"
All Might, standing nearby in his powered-down form, gives them a thumbs-up with his usual booming enthusiasm.
All Might: "You two must work together if you want to take me down. Remember, cooperation is key!"
Bakugo: "Don't slow me down, nerd!"
Izuka: (nervously): "I-I won't!"
Suddenly, Sero raises a hand.
Hanta Sero: "Wait, what about Nyxia? He doesn't have a partner."
The students glance toward the back, where the towering, monstrous form of Nyxia stands quietly. His massive frame casts a long shadow, and his golden eyes flicker with uncertainty.
Nezu, still smiling, chuckles.
Nezu: "Ah, yes. Our special case. You see, during the U.A. Sports Festival, Nyxia demonstrated the power to defeat nearly any of us. So…"
He gestures wide, theatrically.
Nezu: "Nyxia's test will be to face every single U.A. teacher present today."
The class gasps. Even the more confident students are stunned.
Kirishima: "Wait all of them?!"
Mina: "That's way too much!"
Nezu's smile fades slightly, and his tone softens.
Nezu: "He's shown exceptional strength. But this isn't about power. It's about judgment, restraint, and growth. After the Sports Festival incident, we believe this will help guide him further."
Everyone's gaze turns to Nyxia, who doesn't say a word. But his downcast expression says enough. His shoulders droop slightly, and the memories of that chaotic, brutal moment at the Sports Festival weigh heavily in his mind.
TRAINING CITY — LATER
The students and teachers are bused to a massive, abandoned city zone tailored for intense combat. The buildings tower around them, the streets empty, the silence thick with anticipation.
Each pair moves to their designated location with their assigned teacher. Compact, high-density weighted bracelets designed by Mei Hatsume are fastened to every teacher to provide a manageable challenge.
In the command center, Recovery Girl monitors everything, her hands folded as she prepares for potential injuries.
Recovery Girl: "Begin."
The tests begin ten different battles across the map. Like in the anime, the results unfold similarly: Momo and Shoto grow closer in teamwork. Izuka and Bakugo barely cooperate, but still pull off a miraculous victory against All Might.
U.A. OBSERVATION ROOM — MOMENTS LATER
The tests are over. The students, exhausted but satisfied, have returned to the observation room, where massive screens now focus on a single feed.
Everyone watches silently.
The image?
Nyxia, alone, surrounded by the combined might of U.A.'s elite faculty. All Might. Aizawa. Cementoss. Snipe. Present Mic. Power Loader. Thirteen. Midnight. Ectoplasm. And even Nezu.
The ground around them trembles from the sheer pressure in the air.
Bakugo, arms crossed, stares at the screen.
Bakugo: "Tch. Now this is a real fight."
Izuka, eyes wide with awe, clenches her fists. "He's facing all of them…"
Todoroki: "Can he really win?"
The screen flickers to life the final battle begins.
The camera feed zooms in.
Nyxia, a massive, monstrous silhouette, stands in the center of a crumbling square. Rubble surrounds him. Dust floats like ash. Golden eyes flicker within the void-black mass of his body. Writhing tendrils shift across his shoulders. His antlers scrape the edge of a shattered rooftop.
He is still. A black mountain beneath the artificial sun.
Then the teachers move.
All Might is the first to charge, dashing with sonic speed. His fist is drawn back like a freight train.
All Might: "Detroit SMASH!"
BOOM.
The punch hits Nyxia square in the chest. A building behind him collapses from the shockwave alone. But Nyxia doesn't move. Not even a twitch. His chest ripples slightly, like stone struck by wind.
Nyxia's golden eyes blink slowly.
The students in the observation room gasp.
Mina: "That was... All Might's full-speed punch, and he didn't even flinch…"
Denki: "I-I think I just short-circuited my brain..."
Below, Ectoplasm emerges from all sides, clones forming spears of hardened ecto-blades and charging from every direction. At the same moment, Cementoss raises a stone wall beneath Nyxia's feet, attempting to trap him.
Present Mic lets out a blast of sonic force, while Power Loader strikes from beneath the ground, causing it to quake and crack.
Nezu's voice cuts through the air, projected through drones flying overhead.
Nezu (calmly): "Coordinated pincer in five. Ectoplasm, bait a right turn. Aizawa, prepare to erase his coordination rhythm. Snipe, aim for stress points behind the tendrils and under the jaw. We go on my mark."
Midnight attempts to release her sleep-inducing gas into the enclosed alley they've herded Nyxia into. Thirteen hovers above, pulling at air pressure to weaken his footing.
But still...
Nyxia doesn't fall.
He moves only once: swiping with a massive gorilla-like arm, brushing away half of Ectoplasm's clones like ash in the wind. The sheer force of his swing sends a bus-sized shockwave, forcing Snipe and Midnight to retreat.
Aizawa, leaping in from a rooftop, eyes glowing red, activates his Quirk.
Nothing happens.
Aizawa (thinking): "...Still nothing. No quirk. No mutation. He's just... like this."
Nyxia slowly turns his monstrous head toward the sound of All Might's second charge. His jaws part, revealing a swirling void, teeth like broken memories and code screaming in binary. No throat. No breath. Just hunger.
All Might slams into him again this time in the back but Nyxia's tail, glitching with corrupted UI data, lashes out with a digital screech and hurls All Might into a collapsed bus.
Izuku (in the viewing room): "His movements... they're not reckless. He's calculating. Controlled."
Todoroki: "Even without a Quirk… he's overpowering them all."
Tenya: "But he hasn't even tried to attack directly."
TRAINING CITY — ROOFTOPS — MOMENTS LATER
Nezu, perched atop a tower and wrapped in a cloak, observes everything like a battlefield general.
Nezu (into comms): "We are not going to beat him by force. That much is clear. Enact Protocol G7 Psychological bait, followed by a team restraint net. Use the terrain. Force a reaction."
Cementoss begins reshaping the battlefield walls funnel Nyxia toward a trap zone. Thirteen's gravity pull adds vertical pressure. Power Loader buries seismic mines under the arena floor.
And for a moment it works.
Nyxia steps into the trap zone. The earth shatters beneath him, and compressed restraint fields slam upward. Eraser Head's wires, Midnight's gas, Snipe's stun rounds they all activate in perfect synchronized effort.
Nyxia vanishes into smoke and chaos.
Explosion.
Silence.
The students lean forward, wide-eyed.
Kirishima: "Did they... get him?"
Suddenly
A massive form erupts from the smoke, leaping high into the air. Nyxia has escaped the trap using raw leg strength. His body is scorched, black tendrils flaring, but he is still not down. Molten claw prints sear the rooftop where he lands. The ground cracks beneath his mass.
His tail whips, smashing a tower clean in half.
From within the beast, deep in the mindspace
Eon speaks calmly: "They are learning. And so are you. Control the power. Do not destroy endure."
Nyxia growls quietly, huffing steam.
But he does not retaliate with violence.
He simply sits.
A declaration.
Even surrounded... he chooses not to attack.
VIEWING ROOM — MINUTES LATER
Recovery Girl presses a buzzer.
Recovery Girl: "That's time. Test over."
The teachers slowly regroup, catching their breath, most of them bruised or slightly scorched. Despite it all, Nyxia stands untouched not victorious, but unchallenged.
Nezu steps forward and speaks into the intercom.
Nezu: "This test wasn't about winning, Nyxia. It was about growth... and restraint. And today, you showed both."
In the observation room, silence falls over the students.