First Day of School

## Arrival

It was a beautiful day in Musutafu,Japan, the sun was shining and birds were chirping as if they were eager for something to begin. Despite this, it was a day that most kids in the city dreaded: the first day of class. But not for a very specialized group of students who had been admitted to the prestigious U.A. High, a school for heroes.

As the school opened its gates early in the morning, cars began arriving with families accompanying students to get settled into their dorms. Families had about two hours to check in their children and then vacate the campus, as the first day was meant to begin with a large orientation assembly and a subsequent homeroom orientation.

However, standing out amongst all the cars that all appeared to be converging at U.A High, was a rather large bicycle clearly not meant to be ridden on the street, with any bicycle enthusiast easily being able to identify the fully decked out contraption as a mountain bike. Upon arriving at their destination, the figure on the bike made a sudden, reckless swerve infront of the gates, quickly kicking down the stand of her bike to stop it from falling and hopping off from it in one fluid motion. "Good thing school's nearby, I'd have never made it for orientation on this thing." she murmured, as she removed her black riding helmet; long, flowing platinum blonde hair emerging from underneath. Fully dressed in her school uniform, the young girl, clearly a student of the prestiguous academy removed her luggage that was barely attached to the back end of her bicycle, carrying it in her right hand while taking her bicycle inside with her left. "Today's the day Miku, you made it. I can't wait to start!", she monologued, beginning to ramble on in excitement as she walked in with a grin, resting her bicycle at the bicycle rack near the dormitories.

Speeding through the many cars finally arriving is a Boy riding on a Longboard Which seems to have luggage strapped to the back flailing in the wind.As he zooms through the cars It is very clear the drivers are extremely unhappy with him.he continues on speeding through crowds of cars before making an abrupt stop. It's obvious he is a student of the school as he has his uniform on Though its a little roughed up.He then hops of the longboard holding it at his side.Removing his headphones which seems to be blasting music louder than most can fathom which is the reason he didn't seem to realize the driver's anger ." I finally made it hear of all places, I better not screw it up a lot of people will be pissed."He thinks as he's trying to shield his excitement.he straps of his luggage and straps it to his back along with his board."I have a weird feeling I will have a great time here."He thinks as he puts his headphones back in.He then takes it all in and studies the building in awe as he takes off to start his new adventure and doesn't look back.though if he did he'd have seen he dropped his lunch.

Taking a nice stroll towards the school, a boy is seen just reading a Physics book while a luggage and a large case float around him. As he reaches the entrance of the school, he tucks his book back into his bag and turns to look at the magnificently large school. "Finally here, after a year of doing nothing... Man that was boring..." he sighs. "Well the past is the past, let's see what wonders I'll meet here!" as he finishes speaking, the luggage is lowered onto the ground; he then pulls out the handle and walks into the school.

Those two walked towards the entrance of their prestigious school, their hands intertwined. "It's like coming home after living in a different country." Nesuke remarked, a cheeky grin on his face. Kinari, his girlfriend, nodded in agreement. "You're right."

Kinari suddenly stopped moving, Nesuke having to do the same. "What's wrong?" he asked, wanting to make sure Kinari was alright. "I'm fine, don't worry." she responded. She turned her head back, sighing. "You gonna hurry up, short stuff?"

"You better watch your mouth you dumb tramp..." her little brother responded, only trailing by a couple of steps. It had been weeks since he got his letter of admittance; he considers it to be one of the greatest days of his life. But he needed to play it cool now, can't seem too eager. "I'm right on time for this. And I'll be ready for any challenge they throw at me!" Kiyoshi continued.

While Kinari rolled her eyes in annoyance, Nesuke smiled. "Yeah! That's a good outlook on life, kiddo!" he exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up to Kiyoshi. Nesuke wrapped his arm around Kinari's shoulder nonchalantly, a grin still on his face. "With that kind of view on life, you'll be able to take on any challenge head-on!"

Kiyoshi smirked in response. "No wonder you haven't gotten kicked out yet. You've been mooching on this guy's greatness." Kiyoshi did like Kinari's boyfriend. "Yo, dude. Is it true that they're considering you to be a Big Three candidate?" Kiyoshi question, his eyes flaring up like light due to the excitement.

Nesuke laughed, but Kinari silenced him with a punch to his gut. Getting back up, he smiled. "Your sisters got some moves of her own! She's strong as well!" he exclaimed. After hearing Kiyoshi's question, he nodded, becoming slightly more serious. "That's what I've heard. Maybe I'll become one of the Big Three, maybe I won't. But I'm hoping I do."

"That would be so cool if ya did! I mean, imagine, you're basically destined be the next big thing. One of the three students who have the highest chance to be the number one hero!" his voice hit an extremely high note due to his excite. Upon noticing it, he simmered down. "Well shit, I'll catch you guys inside. Don't wanna be late!" he squealed before dashing ahead.

With a backpack on his back and the rest of his luggage floating next to him, the young Nakano approached the gate of U.A. High. He stopped at the entrance and looked up at the school as he let his thoughts wander to his brother and his time at this school. "Let my troublesome life begin," Fūjin muttered to himself as he crossed the entrance and into the school. Not even three seconds after he did he heard a voice call his name. "It hasn't even been half a minute and my new life is already turning out to be a drag," he thought to himself as he turned to face the woman.

"You're Fūjin Nakano correct," said a certain red haired female as she approached Fūjin to meet him at the entrance. Fūjin turned his head just to give her a wary look; whenever someone outside of his family said his full name it usually meant they want to talk to him about his brother, which was a very sensitive topic for him. "Yes, do you want something," he replied warily. "No, just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Otohime Watatsumi; I am a teacher here. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask. I think you will agree that people like us need to stick together," she said with a smile. It took a moment for Fūjin to realize what she meant by recognizing the teacher's last name. Watatsumi, the same last name as one of the Seven Deadly Sins; a group that his older brother also belonged to. Fūjin nodded and replied by saying, "Thanks, I will keep your offer in mind Otohime." Clearly not bothered by the fact that this particular student called her by her first name, Ryūhime walked off without another word.

"Never thought I would meet someone else who was a sibling of one of the Seven Deadly Sins," Fūjin said to himself as he continued to walk farther into the school grounds.

Just waking up, the aspiring hero Fumio Goro was late for his first day of school. Rushing down the steps, he quickly got ready. Having his toothpaste for breakfast and cereal to wash his mouth, he was certainly a mess. "Fuck fuck fuck! I'm gonna be late!" Fumio proclaimed, dashing to school with his book bag partially open. His goggle bounced on and off his head as he naviagted through the streets to make it there in time. "Why me...."

A limousine pulled up in front of the gate, out of place in the crowd of mostly urban cars and taxis. The owner clearly was wealthy, with no expense seeming to have been spared in the construction of the vehicle. The same could be said for the young girl who exited the vehicle, even her uniform was made out of higher grade materials.

Asami Subarashī didn't feel quite made quite as good as her clothing or car, in fact to most she moved kind of stiff and sorely. Her parents had accelerated the timeline on her upgrade by nearly a month and a half, rebuilding her to an older version that would hopefully not need to be changed for the year, causing her to look a bit older than she actually was. That was two days ago. But no matter how bad she felt at the moment, she trudged on, determined to placate the expectations that had been placed upon her.

Against all odds he had done it, Haiiro Kousei had made it into U.A. High. He parked his bike and walked through the gates marveling at the place. *"You don't belong here you know."* A sinister voice rung in his mind. *"Your entrance was a fluke, Miku did everything and you know it."* Haiiro winced at the voice once again permeating his brain. "No I'm fine. I'm here. I deserve to be." He reassured himself under his breath. He quickly spotted A familiar girl in the distance. "Miku!" He cried out enthusiastically as he ran over to her. The two had been texting about the first day of school since they both found out they were accepted.

Despite having made her own dramatic entrance into the compound, Miku's attempts to look "cool" were suddenly shattered as she heard someone call her name. Startled, Miku quickly looked around to find Haiiro running towards her. In that very instant, Miku attempted to quickly regain her composure, attempting to conceal the fact that she had ever been caught off guard. "Ohh, heya Haiiro! Is it just me or does the compound look even bigger than it did before now that we're accepted?" Miku was already incredibly happy that she was accepted, but to know that her friend as well was accepted had perhaps basically made the rest of her day, no, month. "Huh, the school uniform fits you pretty well.", Miku remarked, not fully meant as a compliment, but more of an attempt at reassurance,  considering the fact that her friend had been questioning his worth before his acceptance. Looking around to see if she could get a glimpse of her friend's parents, the orphaned girl quickly returned to making eye contact with Haiiro.

"It's way bigger Miku, like look at all this. We're gonna have so much fun here." Haiiro spoke excitedly. "Umm thanks I like yours too. It looks umm dazzling on you." He replied, stumbling to get the right words. It was calming to be around Miku, she didn't judge him and she wasn't scared of him either. It was just nice to have friend. "I hope we're in the same class, how cool would that be." He shouted excitedly, the voice in the back of his mind finally being drowned out by the light.

Despite having reached far too early in retrospect, due in part to her own excitement and the rest to living in the city, Miku slowed down her pace to match Haiiro's to walk with him. Giggling profusely, Miku couldn't even get her thank you out as he looked for the words, even finding his final word choice a bit extravagant. "Fingers crossed Haiiro, fingers crossed!", she responded, practically yelling back at Haiiro mid-giggles and crossing his fingers for him. How cool would it be to be in the same class as him indeed. Often times, arranging persons into classes often had the unavoidable side-effect of negatively impacting pre-existing friendships. "Anyways, let's hurry, we're lagging behind now!" she encouraged, beginning to take larger strides as she did so.

An engine from the nearby streets could be heard. It was a weekday, meaning it was a very busy day in the city of Musutafu. Slipping between cars and switching lanes with every passing second, was a hooded figure handling a two-wheeled off-road motored bicycle known as a dirtbike. He began to slow up when he approached a large facility, the illustrious building which was known to the country of Japan as U.A High. Leaning the bike to its side, he was able to slip in front of an SUV and make the turn to the front of the building perfectly.

Stepping from off of the bike, the boy walked the motored bike to a nearby bike stand. Removing the key from it he placed it into his pocket and walked up to the building. He could see the many first-year students mingling among themselves. He too was a first-year student, but unlike those who were born here in Japan, this boy was nothing more than a foreigner, a boy from the U.S.

Michael Davis, was the foreigner in question. He and his brother had moved to Japan following the gruesome death of his parents. Despite the tragic events, the young hero-in-training did not allow it to get to his head. In fact, people often questioned how he and his brother were able to handle it so easily.

"One step closer." He mumbled to himself, clenching his fist in the process.

Tenken starts wandering around the hallways of U.A. high, getting even more lost after turning into another corner to another corridors but then he comes across someone wearing a grey and dark purple colored hoody. As he sees the person, he yells towards him "Hey, you there! I'm alittle lost, do you know where the assembly hall is?"

Michael could hear running footsteps from behind him but refused to believe they were coming towards him. Then the boy called out to him. Instead of stopping, Michael continued going along his path. *"Damn."* He thought as he knew his current situation was nearly unavoidable. "I have no idea." He answered, pointing to the signs hanging from the ceiling guiding him to the assembly hall.

Tenken runs up towards the person and starts panting. After seeing where the boy pointed, he replied "Ah! Thank goodness there is a sign here. Thanks," He stands up straight, "By the way, can I just follow you for now. I am afraid I'll get lost again," he coughs "I have a horrible sense of direction when I get distracted." He turns toward Micheal, "I'm Tenken, you?"

Scrambling within the building with her hair flying all over Kaguya, frantically looks around while attempting to gather her bearing and catch her breath. *"I can’t believe I overslept again"* She groaned mentally as her face flushed upon noticing her dramatic entrance caused a few people to glance in her direction.

Silently fixing her disheveled attire and readjusting her glasses back into place she ducks her down and begins to quickly make her way towards the assembly hall, knowing exactly it was after having previously studied the layout of the building for quick access to classes. Due to her hast and having her head down Kaguya, unfortunately, didn’t see the students in front of her resulting in them colliding and falling to the ground in a tangled heap.

Again, Michael bit his tongue refraining from answering the boy's question and responded with a grunt. Instead of telling him no, Michael continued along the way allowing the boy to tag along... for the time being at least. He didn't come to the school to mingle, he came to do one thing, become a hero in the least amount of time necessary. Useless chatter would be one of those things that could hold him back.

Moments later Michael would feel an impactful force crashing into his back. Such an off-guard collision took him by surprising causing him to spin, stumbling nearly heading for the ground. As he spun his hood to his jacket flew off of his head and with his free hands he used on the push against Tenken launching him to the ground, using the opposing force to get closer to the wall where his hand was ready to push him away from the wall allowing him to maintain his balance.

While he had succeeded in avoiding crashing into the ground, his face was now visible to those in the hallway. Michael's low cut fade on the sides, crafted into a spiky mohawk ruffled. His golden eyes, like glitter thanks to the lights provided by the school. "Tch,"

Tenken felt the power of the push and lands on the floor, "Ouch!" he rubs his back and takes a look around, "Thats gotta hurt for awhile, are you two alright?" He stands up and walks towards the female student, "Are you alright? Becareful next time, yes?"

Looking up the people she just crashed into Kaguya couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment before grasping the offered arm and getting up fixing her uniform back into place. "I’m so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going" apologized Kaguya with a slight bow with her blush still burning in her cheeks.

Glancing up towards the people she ran into, she tried to get a better look at both of them before blushing slightly as she took in the face of the young man with the darker skin tone. "I’m sorry again I was just in a rush, because I overslept" she spoke before giving them a slight smile "Ah, where are my manners forgive me, My name is Kiyohime Kaguya" she introduced herself once again giving a slight bow.

An announcement rang over the loudspeaker of the school with an announcement for all the first years around the school. ***"All first years please make your way to the assembly hall for the first day orientation assembly. We will begin shortly after the majority of students have arrived."***

After hearing the announcement, Tenken turns two and says "We better get a move on, if we don't want to be late for thhe orientation." He then turns around nda start marching towards the direction of the assembly hall. "Come on you two!" He yells back at the two before disappearing pass the corner.

## Orientation

"Come on Miku." Haiiro shouted excitedly as they dashed through the halls of the school, turing at the little arrows posted on the walls to direct them to the assembly room. He was finally feeling free, unchained by himself and ready to marvel at the Pro Heroes. They were there to impart their wisdom on them and teach them, finally he could get himself set straight. He could be fixed. They pushed open to doors and realized they were the first ones to enter. The room was quite large with seats covering the entire floor and a large, extravagant stage in front of them all. The wall was plastered in UA Flags and Pro Hero banners. "Come on Miku let's get seats in the front." Haiiro exclaimed as he dashed to grab a seat, front and center.

Immediately after hearing the announcement on the loud speaker, Miku dashed towards the main door of the assembly room, seemingly attempting to even overtake her friend as they did so. Sprinting, having been impassioned by the call to assemble for orientation, Miku sped past quite a few children, being excited to try to be one of the first people to enter. "Excuse me!, she repeatedly shouted, weaving through crowds of students with grace while attempting to politely inform them that she would come blazing down the hallway. Following Haiiro to get a seat, Miku sat down to the right beside him, seemingly going on a rant about U.A and everything she knew about it. Anticipating the inspiring and eye-watering speech that must have been given by the faculty of a school this prestigious on orientation day, Miku seemingly refused to blink even once, as if trying to ensure she did not miss even a second of it.

Asami continued her steady walk towards the assembly hall. She wasn't in a hurry, there was no reason to be. That being said, even her walking pace outpaced a good number of the other students. Her extra height from the last round of surgery gave her longer legs, making her strides longer than she was used to, though also made her a bit clumsier. She watched many of the students running past, wondering why they would go through that much wasted effort. "It's whatever I guess, I can't expect everyone to act normal. Especially considering how desperate many are to get in here." She said dismissively to herself.

She did seem to recognize one person who rushed past, a person with blue hair. He seemed familiar, though it took her a moment to place it. Asami was pretty sure he knew one of this boys parents, and met him years ago. He looked just like one of the engineers responsible for rebuilding her every few months, which with his apparent age, seemed about right.

"What was her name... Suzuno right?" She mused to herself as she continued along, eventually reaching the auditorium. There she went to one of the seats towards the front, as after all no self-respecting person would intentionally sit in the back. That was just lazy.

Hearing the announcement Mutsuki jumps in excitement but stops once being seen by civilians. He steadily walks to the assembly hall humming to his music when soon he becomes bored of walking."I wonder what could make this walk a little more fun." he says with a mischievous look in his eyes soon he is zoom in to the assembly hall on what looks like a pink cloud. He soon has arrived at the assembly hall and opens the doors to a crowd of new students scoping out the competition almost ready to fight anyone who even bumps him."I swear if anyone bumps me ill go Wild." he says determinedly and exited. He then realizes where he is taking is a seat and calms down. He soon reaches into his bag to find his lunch only to find nothing and sadly and hungrily says"Fuck My Life.".

Sweat dripping down his face, Fumio was nearly at the academy. "I'm gonna make it...I can't believe it. I'm going to make.." he panted, before stumbling over and passing out. It was quite apparent that Fumio was not the athlete, he really lacked any physical attributes. But despite that fact, he managed to sprint five miles to *almost* make it to school; a testament to his willpower. But just a his eyes sealed for several hours, the image of his sister emerged in his mind, granting him the energy he needed to rise once more and make his way into the assembly hall.

There was only one person Kiyoshi wished to speak to, the girl he fought during the entrance exam, Sakura Hagane. "Where is that robot chick. She definitely should have gotten in?!?!" he spoke to himself, pushing his way through the crowd in an attempt to search for her.

Tenken takes a quick stride pass the other students, entering the hall swiftly without a problem or bumping into anyone. "Man! There's so many people here!" He quickly finds a seat within the hall and takes a breather due to the relief of finding a nice seat in front. Next to him was a girl with light caramel hair while wearing a really well made uniform, she seemed to be a wealthy person Tenken thought to himself. Tenken takes a deep breath before realizing there was a faint metallic smell near him. "Huh... wonder what that is," he murmur to himself before turning to the girl next to him. "Hey, I'm Tenken, nice to meet you. Hope you're excited as I am for the school to start?"

The blue-haired boy she saw earlier had returned, having deigned to sit next to her. She still felt something familiar about him. She just mentally shrugged it off though.

"Hello, I am Asami, a pleasure to meet you. Sorta excited, just rather tired mostly. Long week. Have we met before? You seem familiar."

Tenken tilts his head slightly and replies "Hmm? I don't think so but since you mentioned it, I might have seen you once before..." He starts scratching his chin trying to figure out who she was. "But hey maybe? By the way, do you smell a faint scent of low carbon steel?" Tenken starts rubbing his nose, "the ones used to make ship hulls and such, the smell reminds me of my mom's workspace and it makes me think my mom might be hiding somewhere again." He sighs, "She never misses anything important that happens to me and she would have a camera out really often." He laughs.

"That's kinda a random question, steel doesn't smell like anything..." Asami responded, having long since ceased noticing any scent that the materials used to create her body. "I don't think your mom is here though unless UA's security isn't as good as it's cracked up to be."

After settling in his seat, he notices two students sitting next to him and he takes his chance to make some new friends.He drops his bag and channels all the self-esteem and confidence He holds out His hand and says."Hey, as were both new students how would you guys like to be friends with me. He says immediately realizing he may have interrupted their conversation he scrambles to apologize still holding out his hands to the two students.

Michael took a seat at the back of the assembly. His head remained covering his face from the rest of his class with his leg resting on the back of the seat in front of him. While actually being a student, he seemed more mysterious than any villian. Lifting his head to see the rest of the students, he let out a slight sigh. "This'll be a long day." He mumbled, trying to block out the noise of the rest of the people's conversations.

Just when the doors to the assembly hall were going to close, a small boy in a dirty uniform (presumably from running so far and fast) appeared at the entrance. "Howdy y'all my names Tatsuo Hinata and I'm pleased to meet ya," the odd boy said between gasps and wheezes. Before any nearby students could respond the teachers in the room drew all the students' attention to the stage, where an old man walked up to the podium.

The old man wore a blue and white kimono and stood on two one-toothed Geta. His bald head was crowned by a pony-tail of his white hair. The man stood at the podium with one hand stroking his beard as he pondered the crowd of first years. His pensive gaze was broken by a warm smile. "I'd like to say that this is the moment you will feel most excitement and emotion you will feel," the man paused, "but that would be an understatement to all the wonderful things U.A. has in store for you." The man paused once more before saying: "Oh where are my manners, my name is Sengoku Fujimoto previously known as the hero **Golden Buddha**, but you first years can refer to me as **Mr. Principal**." At this statement murmurs began to flow through the crowd, many students not having heard of the principal during his hero career due to the age and some other reasons...

"As principal I preside over everything that happens here at U.A. Despite this I don't have much direct contact with students, so I like showing my face too the first years on the first day." The principal then made a silly face and held up to peace signs with his hands. "So here I am!" Many students in the crowd let out giggles or scoffs, but silence was still dominant. The principal continued: "So some things you should know about U.A. A lot of the things you experience here will be planned mostly by your teachers or student-run organizations. While I may seem distant, I like to make my self accessible. If anything is ever of concern you can always come by and tell me." At this moment the principal's face changed to a more solemn look, "But be wary. Any issues related to students ultimately go through me, in which case I may no longer be able to act the role of your friend. So make sure you respect your teachers and especially your classmates, seeing as how you will be living in the same dorms as them for quite some time." The principal let out a sigh and his face rested into a more natural state. "So with that I welcome you to grab a hold of your future as a hero, because here at U.A. the we don't believe in limits. Break through and go Plus Ultra! Thank you." The principal finished his speech with his hand outstretched towards the sky in a goofy pose. His final remarks were: "Teachers should guide you to your homerooms from here now. Enjoy your first day." With this the principal walked off stage and disappeared.

Just as the principal finished his speech, a child, no taller than the average junior high student, walked onto the stage. Not wearing the school uniform, it was unconfirmed whether or not he was a student who was admitted to U.A. Standing on his toes to removed the mic, he cleared his throat. "My name is Norio Kin, and this school is just a stepping stone for me. I'll be fucking out of here within no more than two years. If you have a problem with that, tell me to my face. I dare you!" Norio chanted, in front of the whole student body. Offered admission to the high school through recommendation, he was obviously not as humble as many of his classmates. "That's all" he said, before dropping the mic and beginning to walk off the stage.

Busting through the door just minutes after the principal finishes his speech enters a Fiesty looking girl. After realizing that she came to late and missed orientation she lets out a loud groan saying."Even though I got up early I still managed to be over 10 minutes late."Noticing everyone still seated she sits down with a sad sigh but looks up with a fist."I won't screw this up, I will prove myself."Seeing people starting to leave she scrambles to find her teacher and Is ready to start this new journey

Seemingly uninterested in all the drama occurring around her, Miku kept her hand in the air, having clearly been imitating the school principal as he paraphrased the school's official motto. Every school or academy was a stepping stone to an individual's career, so Norio's declaration in Miku's mind was nothing more than a statement of the obvious. Regardless, nothing at that moment could break Miku's excitement. "The school motto's so cool.." she mumbled quietly to herself, slowly realizing that the principal said the word "homeroom". In that instant, Miku would quickly spin around to Haiiro, as if to ensure that he kept his fingers crossed. "Don't uncross them Haiiro", she told him, as if superstitious.

Haiiro was in awe, it was really happening. He turned to Miku to see the wonder on her face as well. It wasn't everyday that this happened. As soon as Haiiro hear the word homeroom his thoughts turned to Miku, in a moment her words were ringing in his ears as he wrapped his fingers around each other. "I won't, I promise." He hoped with all his heart that they ended up in the same class. He knew no one else here and Miku was the only one that actually made him feel calm.

Michael managed to keep a low profile during the entire assembly. He found it best kept his head low, to avoid unnecessary conversations with those around him. "Plus Ultra, huh?" He mumbled to himself, reflecting on the words of their "principle". Honestly, Michael was done with all of the useless words that managed to fill the auditorium. Typically he wasn't the type to rush things, but he wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

Finally, Buddha finished his last words and instructed the students to be directed by their teachers to their homerooms classes. This was the news Michael had been waiting for. He surveyed the room taking note of the various students around and awaited for some sort of signal to be assigned to his class.

"Oh no, I missed it." Fumio commented as he stepped into the assembly. "Hopefully I didn't miss too much.." Still attempting to catch his breath, Fumio leaned against the wall as he waited for the students to be divided into their respective classes.

Teachers as well as certain unnamed upper-classmen led the new first years to their respective homerooms, which were assigned upon arrival. The students could not contain their emotions about meeting their new homeroom teacher for the next year.

## Class 1-A

As the students trickled into the room they were met with a completely empty room. The student who escorted them to the room gave no time for protest and told them all to sit down and wait for their teacher to arrive. As the student close the door behind him they would hear a creaking above them, then a loud bang and an inhuman groan. Finally the ceiling began to shake a little. It seemed almost seemed that someone was crawling through the vents above them.

"Oh you guys are here." A voice called out from the door. The students had been so preoccupied with the ceiling that they didn't notice their teacher walk in. His attire was an impeccable and intriguing suit, capped of with a black hat. It was his face however that was most intriguing. He had been described as having devilish charms by many, something that was understandable when considering that his hair was mint green and his eyes a luminescent yellow. He continued into the room and placed a briefcase down on his desk before following his classes' gaze back to the ceiling. "OH!" he exclaimed, "You must have thought I was crawling around above you and gonna drop down for some surprise entrance or something, that's cute. Maybe I'll do that another day." He chuckled to himself as he leaned back against his desk, eyeing the class. "Well congratulations all of you, you made it into U.A. High. Give yourselves a pat on the back or something, you're on your way to becoming pro heroes." He reached into his pockets and removed a pile of mints, before placing them in a bowl and passing them around.

"Now for introductions, I'll start. I'm your homeroom teacher for class 1-A, Shigai Daija. I am a former graduate of this school and I went on to work with the Heroic Knights. For those of you that recall Dragoon Knight, that was me. Though most of you were quite young when I retired." He shrugged, continuing his speech. "I retired though as I was working as a part time teacher and just found it more rewarding. I currently work here full time as a homeroom and quirk control teacher now." He finished before realizing he had forgotten something. "Oh yeah I also teach cooking classes that you all can attend."

He then motioned to the class. "So that's me really, I'd like you all to introduce yourselves to the class. Not your life story or anything but anything you want the class to know about you." He hopped back, now sitting on his desk. "Feel free to hop out of your sets, give the presentation at the front or while standing on your desk or something, whatever you feel comfortable with. Also if your quirk is safe for inside use and you'd like to give us a small and safe demonstration that is fine." He narrowed his eyes. "However improper use of quirks in this classroom and the school will result in severe punishment to expulsion so please keep that in mind." His face returned to it's calm demeanor. "Now whoever wants to go first can take the stage."

"That blonde dude earlier took my spotlight. I gotta make sure the rest of these dudes know my name!" Kiyoshi thought, abruptly standing up from his seat the moment Shigai finished talking. Making his way to the front of his class, his tie loose and jacket unbuttoned, he quickly hopped upon his teacher's desk. "The name Kiyoshi, just Kiyoshi. Be good to remember it. I love instant ramen but I really love the ramen down the street at the corner. I spend my time training and watching anime. The two go hand in hand really. My quirk..." Kiyoshi paused to demonstrate a simple usage of his quirk. Pulling on his finger, it began to stretch farther and farther the more he pulled. "My body is made of gum!" he confidently spoke, proud of his quirk. But just as he was about to continue, he realized his hand was stuck to his finger. "And my dream is to be the hero our generation. Number one, believe it!" Kiyoshi yelled, before leaping of the desk and returning to his seat in order to free his hand from the his finger's stickiness.

After waking up from His slight Drowsiness he decides to go and get the introduction over with.He walks up to the desk in sits down on it and says in a bored but enthusiastic voice."Hey my name is Mutsuki Kurogami my favorite thing to do is Watch anime and eat Snacks most likely simultaneously I'm a big fan of Netflix and youtube as well, I also like to train mostly alone and listening to music also my biggest pet peeve is Racist, Cocky, And unnecessarily mean people."Realizing he went on a rant and may have taken up a bit of time he decides not to show off his quirk but leave a bit to the imagination.He then wraps it up saying in his most evil and intimidating voice."I strive to be a great hero for my family and dear friends so I'd is very pleased if you'd stay out of the way of that dream or you'll just be another obstacle I have to Conquer and that will be a bother and I don't think you want that."He then Stands up and walks back to his desk where he is soon to doze off and Fall asleep.

At first glance of Shigai, Michael couldn't help but be disappointed. His teacher was some old retired fool, who'd given up the life of fighting crime to teach something as low as a class, despite him being apart of the class. But then, he began to speak, and slowly Michael eased up on how he felt about the man. That was until he ordered the class to stand to their feet and introduced themselves one after another.

The first to stand was the *thing* that referred to himself as "Kiyoshi". He knew there was no way in hell that *boy* was Human. On top of him possibly not being human, he possessed a trait that made Michael sick to his stomach; excessive loud talking. *"Damn, a loud one."* He thought to himself, leaning back in his seat with his hand placed on his chin looking out of the nearby window. Next, Mutsuki, who possessed almost the same obnoxious excessive talking trait also managed to piss him off.

Michael contemplated on whether he'd like to go last or not, but once Mutsuki the Rambler finished off, he decided to stand to his feet. As he did he ruffled his hood from his head, revealing the front bangs of his spiked mohawk, but not his entire haircut. His gold eyes, again, reflecting off of the lights hanging from the ceiling.

"Michael Davis." He stated. "I wasn't born here, so I ain't a native. My quirk..." He left his sentence open-ended, "My quirk is **Twilight**." Pulling his hands to his side, he took a villainous stance as if he were about to make a declaration. "With my left side..." His left hand was shrouded in a shadowy aura. "I can control the darkness. And with my right..." His left hand's shadowy aura disappeared and a bright white light appeared in his right as an aura. "I can control the light."

He allowed the white light to disappeared and sat back down in his seat, he ruffled his hood yet again and returned to his previous postition of looking outside of the nearby window.

Feeling that she should be the next to introduce herself considering she was one of the few with "unique" appearance with her flowing fox-tails and ears. Standing up to face her new classmates, Kaguya clears her throat bringing all attention to herself, before adjusting her glasses and giving everyone a beautiful smile.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you all, my name is Kaguya Kiyohime and I was born and raised in Kyushu" she began with a slightly loud voice to overcome any other noise in the room and gathering everyone’s attention to the current matter at hand.

"As you all noticed by my extra accessories my Quirk Kitsune Pride, is mutant type. What it does is grant me Kitsune-related abilities, such as the ability to produce Fox Fire, mild regeneration, extend and sharpen my claws and flexible tails, it even grants me enhanced senses and physical abilities and limited Illusions." She finished as demonstrated her abilities. Y first sharpening and extending her claws before her palms was engulfed into a pale green-blue flame.

After controlling the flame and shaping it in a few odd shapes the flame disappears and she gives a slight bow before retaking her seat still keeping her beautiful smile on her face.

A very excited blonde looking boy who looked like he couldn't hold in his excitement shot up out of his seat and began talking. "Howdy everyone! My name is Tatsuo Hinata and I come from a town in the middle of nowhere that none of you would know I've only been to a big city like this a fewtimessoI'mreallynervous..." the boy's speech devolved into a slurred mumble of words. Realizing the confusion he caused the rest of the people in the room he took a pause. "My quirk is a mouthful, but it basically makes really easy things difficult and really hard things easy. I sucked at all the easy hand labor at my family farm, so they said I should try my hand at being a hero since I like to defend people weaker than me. I've never had a lot of friends so I hope we can all get along!" The boy smiled and bowed. He then sat down with a huge grin that looked like he was trying to hide on his face.

Asami figured she was next, as most of the class had introduced themselves. She walked up towards the front after the overexcited blonde went back to his seat. Upon reaching the front of the class, she turned around to face it.

"I am Asami Subarashi, a pleasure to meet you all," Asami said with a bow, already settling into the routine of greeting others that she had been drilled in since she was a child. "I am from Kobe, where my family owns Subarashi Heavy Industries. I enjoy listening to classical music, and have been teaching myself to play to Koto." She continued, going through the pleasantries.

"My quirk is known as Battleship, a quirk that allows me to install equipment on my body as if it were the hull of a ship. I would give a demonstration, but it takes a significant amount of time in order to install. That is all, thank you for your time." She finished before heading back to her seat.

Keeping his head low, Fumio heeded his time and allowed every other student present. Public speaking wasn't his strong suit, and thus he preferred to avoid all situation in which he was required to do so. But before he knew it, everyone else had gone and it was his turn. "Shitttttt!" a high voice echoed in his mind. Rising from his seat, Fumio did not even consider standing on his desk, much less walking to the front of the class. "Uh...." he hesitated, border-lined paralyzed. "My name is....F-fumio G-Goro, and I'm f-from Japan." Fumio spoke, constantly stuttering. He then realized he had grabbed the entire class's attention and grew paranoid about his stench; sprinting here as a result of his tardiness. Now more eager to finish presenting, he continued. "My quir.. is Universal adapte.. and the name pretty much explai..it" he mummbled before raising his hand and revealing the many outlets on his arm. After a brief moment he took his seat.

"Excellent, excellent." Shigai laughed excitedly as he hopped down from his desk and stood at center stage in the classroom once again. "Kiyoshi I look forward to seeing what you can do with that quirk, and we'll have to go to that ramen place as a class sometime later. My treat." Shigai spoke as he began to address each student that had given their introduction. "Mutsuki, very passionate I like your gusto. However I'd invest in some coffee if I were you." He pointed towards the door. "You can grab some later in the cafeteria. Now on to you Michael, you were recommended here from Huston, Texas right. Your quirk looks quite impressive, I'm interested to see just what you can do with it. Guess we'll find out huh." He laughed as he moved onto the next student.

"Kaguya, very interesting quirk. I must say those tails look extremely fluffy. I'm jealous that you could probably sleep at your desk so comfortably." He laughed, tapping the hard, wooden desk beside him. "They don't let me bring a pillow to sleep on mine." He gave a sad shrug before moving on. "Tatsuo your quirk is also piquing my interest and I'd like to still know about your town, I've been a lot of remote places." He ended with a soft smile towards the kid. "Alright Asami, I've heard of Subarashi. A friend of mine buys from them quite a bit, he'll hopefully be coming in for a speech at some point. Anyways make sure to show me when you install something new." He continued, moving to the last student in the class. "Fumio, don't be scared to bite, I don't speak." Shigai spoke, before pausing and breaking out into laughter. "Even I muddle my words and I've been teaching for eight years. Regardless, I'm sure you'll warm up soon."

Now that Shigai had finished addressing each of his students, he handed a paper out to his class. "Each of you please write your phone numbers on this paper and then pass it back to me. I feel that having a groupchat for our class would make sending out announcements and such very easy. You can also discuss questions with me and you'll have access to the numbers of your peers and myself." Shigai then collected the paper after each student signed it. "I'm going to create the chat now, please text your name to it so we can identify numbers." He spoke as he fiddled with his own phone.

After a few minutes the groupchat had been created and Shigai turned back to the class. "With that out of the way I'd say it's time for some sparring." He went on, chuckling at the shocked looks he got. "Oh come on now we're a hero academy, I've gotta learn about your combat prowess. And what better way then through combat." He continued, "Alright so: Michael and Mutsuki, Kaguya and Kiyoshi, and Tatsuo and Fumio. Those are your partners. Due to having an uneven number of students, Asami you'll be with me. Get to know your partner real quick and then follow Asami and I to the training field." He stated.

Mutsuki now being fully awake and ready to spar he sees Michael sitting across the classroom so he thinks he should go have some slightly unfriendly intimidating chatter.He walks over to Michaels seat As tall and strong as he can and says."Hey, Wassup Just wondering if you're ready for some light sparring." with a slight grin on his face he stares sat the seemingly uninterested Michael contemplating how he will go about his fight and getting a plan ready based on his quirk.He already has his plan set and for his last word to him before they leave the class he says."are you ready for this fight Davis."

In just a matter of minutes, Michael's phone lit up with messages from the other students in the class telling each other who's number belonged to who. It irritated him since he continued to look down with the thoughts of it being his brother who'd been texting him. He flipped the side of his phone to turn off the notifications and placed it back into his pocket.

Shigai had finally begun to talk about something that peaked Michael's interest and it was but a simple word, "sparring". Michael hadn't been able to let loose and finally, he'd seemingly get to do so. He sat back and waited for Shigai to finish laying out the details, but got on edge when their teacher began to announce who'd be partnered up with who. To his own dismay, Michael found himself matched with the only kid who had decided to keep their Quirk under wraps.

What made matters even worse, he noticed it was the same kid who couldn't stop snoring. Mutsuki approached Michael, completely opposite of how'd he expected him to be. He thought Mutuski would be more like himself; a man of few words. As he blabbered on, Michael lifted himself from his desk and began to head for the door of classroom with his sights set on the training field outside.

Asami was slightly surprised that she was named the teacher's opponent, but then again they were an odd number of students. Somebody had to be the odd woman out, usual as it was for her.

Asami pulled out a tablet from her backpack, pulling up some programs as she opened it up. The data slate contained a large amount of information on her quirk, and was technically classified as trade secrets, as Asami's reconstruction was technically a company process. But she figured it'd probably be best to let the teacher know what he was dealing with. It also contained a program for accessing a database that monitored her vitals in real time, allowing for the company to constantly keep tabs on a substantial investment.

She walked up to the teacher and offered the slate over, explaining, "All the information you really need for my quirk is on there. You can even use it to select what configuration the setup unit prepares." Asami's parents had convinced the school to allow several trailers full of equipment necessary for the usage of Asami's quirk be installed around the school. That slate allowed for the configuration to be prepared before she reached it, shortening the install time.

Shigai scanned the tablet, taking in the information. "Interesting, very interesting." Shigai smirked as tapped the tablet. "Frigate seems fitting for this encounter. It's nothing more than a light spar."

### Light Sparring

The students gathered outside, huddled around Shigai. They stood within a large field of dirt that had multiple arenas set up for battle. They were simple in design, compact dirt surrounded by four pillars that showed the border of the arena. "Alright in a few moments you'll be starting your sparring matches, so I'm going to go over some basic rules. Number one, stepping out of the arena ends the fight. Number two, if either participant submits the battle ends immediately. Number three, if the opponent is unable to fight or I say stop, the battle ends. Number four, no stray attacks that end up outside of the fighting area." He paused to make sure everyone heard him. "Now go and spar, I'll be watching."

#### Michael vs Mutsuki

Extremely excited to get this show on the road Mutsuki is already walking to his arena for his fight as he walks into the arena he is already activating his quirk. A big puff of galaxies like Fogg escape from his eyes ears and the corners of his mouth. His strategy is already laid out as to waste no time getting his quirk ready as he steps on the arena its almost as though a whole new personality takes over.as the fog almost engulfs the air around him he thinks to himself. "Let's get this shit over with".

Michael stepped forward ready to face his opponent only to have his view a tad bit obstructed by a fog surrounding Mutsuki. He focused on Mutsuki himself instantly drawing a conclusion that Mutsuki possibly had a quirk which revolved around fog. Fog to make you go to sleep? Maybe even nauseous? He's seen villains with quirks along the lines of this with the same capabilities.

*"No stray attacks? The initial plan right out of the damn window."* Michael's left side began to emit a dark aura which covered that side entirely and began to float around him. Recklessly, Michael dashed at Mutsuki with his left fist cocked back ready to land a punch on Mutsuki.

Quickly dodging the attack by jumping into the air and pulling from the fog a Kanabo and swinging down and striking Michael and using the pushback of the hit to then jump to the other side of the ring as He thinks to himself." how do I avoid his damn quirk". He assesses the area he uses the Kanabo as a pole to aid in a jump he goes back in to attack Michael from the back as to catch him off guard.

Still running forward following Mutsuki's leap, realized his opponent had taken to the skies. Jumping ahead as if he were diving into a pool, he landed flat on the palms of his hands assuming a handstand position. While in this position he kept going so that he could get a better view of Mutsuki while he held his upsidedown stance. Because everything happened so quickly, Mutsuki would miss hitting Michael and have his club crash into the ground.

*"Where'd he..."* Michael thought to himself, questioning the origins of the club while flipping over to his feet so that he stood straight up again. *"A creation quirk, like Nell? I doubt it."* He thought, concluding there's no way his opponent possessed a creation quirk.

Michael lifted his left arm and as he did the dark aura around it began to grow darker than before. Swiping his hand down, a straight line of black energy was shot towards Mutsuki. This dark slash had enough power to tear through the white meat if Mutsuki allowed it to do so. And had he tried to block it with his wooden club, it would be destroyed in the process.

Mutsuki Threw himself to the side quicker than the eye can see stopping himself from going out the ring with his kanabo.He then Pulled a shield surly big and strong enough to stop any attack thrown by Michael.He then thought "how do I deal with this quirk I surely cant take a hit head on and the blowback may be enough to throw me out of the ring, Hmm."He had an epiphany he summoned a large immensely weighted dumbbell and shot at Michael with shield and kanabo in hand ready to strike.

"If you think that excuse for a shield can stop my Twilight, you'll fall before you even realize it." Michael held his arm up again and the dark aura began to fill every portion of the ring perfectly. It was as if the sun had suddenly disappeared from the sky as their eyes would be filled with the darkness of his quirk.

To Mutsuki, it would appear as if the two were in a void where nothing existed and his sight would be stripped from him, due to this. His fog and everything still existed within this space, but his ability to see would not. Here, Michael ruled as he was the only one to truly capable of utilizing his other four senses. "I think I'm starting to understand your quirk. You can stuff from it, right? You only have access to four senses here." Following his final words footsteps could be heard as if Michael had begun running.

Listening out for almost Micheals footsteps he knows almost exactly where he will come from." so you think your big shit because you can figure out a quirk bravo, now let's do this." Mutsuki sat in wait in battle stance for an attack with both shield and kanabo in hand.He then surveys his tough position and ultimately decides to go out with a bang he dropped his kanabo and shield. Quickly expanding his fog he uses the rest of his energy to summon a giant colorful steel mallet even bigger than him and extremely heavy. He then uses all his momentum to spin in a circle causing so much speed that anyone hit would obviously break and shatter bone and at the speed, he is moving it's almost as tho a Giant Beyblade top is spinning around the arena quickly circling and surrounding the ring ready to strike at high speeds due to the great momentum.'lets go out with a bang."

*"Is this kid, serious?"* Michael thought to himself, before tightening every muscle in his calves and leaping into the air. The dark room collapsed allowing the sun to shine brightly once again revealing to all of his classmates the recklessness of the one known as Mutsuki. *"To think..."* He swung his giant mallet without warning and most certainly without precision. In fact, the Mallet's speed and size was too much for even Mutsuki to handle and everyone around could obviously see the frail boy barely in control of it.

Still in the air, Michael swiped his arm yet again and a black wave of energy was shot towards Mutsuki. Mutsuki had an obvious disadvantage, because of the momentum and overall size of the Mallet he would not be able to dodge this attack that had been coming right over his head. Upon contact, Mutsuki would suffer severe and serious damage, but nothing that the medics of the school wouldn't be able to patch up and the ring the two fought on would be destroyed.

Having now spun to the center Mutsuki sees the attack he quickly pivots his body and uses his foot spraining it to angle his body at Michael and lets go of the mallet having it shoot straight at Micheal at extream high speeds.Mutsuki was blown back to the edge of the ring almost out.Mutsuki realized that through the whole battle not a single hit was landed.He then contemplated the situation with Michael at a complete disadvantage.He is in midair unable to move and his attack surely cant stop the mallet and even if it manages to the shrapnel at the speed it's going will surely scrape or knick Micheal at least.He thought at least he would get the last hit he grew tired of the battle."Ayo Micheal, I've grown pretty tired and I need a nap so since you seem to want this win so bad you can have it I don't care all that much."Holding up a peace sign he then walks out of the arena giving the win away to Micheal still leaving the mallet to attack him.

With little effort, Michael thrust his hand forward, shrouded in the dark aura still and punched right against the head of the mallet sending it crashing back past Mutsuki, crashing into the ground. Landing to the ground, his dark energy disappeared and Michael reached for his arm, grunting from pain. Not of the mallet that was thrown, but it seemed to have been something else.

"Shigai, is he really a student here? If so, oh how the mighty have fallen. To let someone who's not even content on winning a battle even have a shot at the hero course, is a sorry excuse for needing students. If anyone else in this class is like this, I'll be sure to speak to the principal about having my course changed." Turning to exit the ring, he walked off away from the rest of his classmates into the building.

"Alright hold it you two." Shigai stated aloud, commanding both of his students to come back to him. "I'm kinda glad I paired you two up, you both need an attitude adjustment." He did not sound please with either of them. "You there Mutsuki what the heck are you doing, yo two were having a great fight and you decided to up and quit. Because you were tired or something. That's no way for a hero to act. If this wasn't the first day I'd have failed you out of the academy, still though you should know better. You disrespected your partner and me with that." He sighed, lowering his voice to normal levels. "I may seem relaxed and eccentric but don't think that I'm going to be easy on you. I'm here to help you out as much as I can but I'm only going to give you as much as you give me. Slack off and don't respect what we do and you'll be out of this academy." He finished, dismissing Mutsuki to sit down.

He then turned to Michael. "While you are entitled to be peeved at that overall it seems like you're quite riled up and not very social. I want to work on that with you. "I'm going to have you just wait here and you can have another spar if you're feeling calmer and another person would like to spar again." While Shigai spoke calmly he was a little worried about Micheal, specifically the pain he was in near the end of the fight. It wasn't something very noticeable but to his eyes it was blatant. He hoped he could look into this with him later.

Mutsuki walked away from Mr.Shigai apologizing for his actions. Though there was something different about the way he left things.It was almost as though he wasn't tired at all. He looked bored."Wow, this was a really boring fight, especially the Michael kid I thought he was cool at first but he's really just and cocky entitled jerk. "He said to himself. Mutsuki was truly only there to collect info on his fellow classmate and had no interest in going all out as it wasn't truly worth it. Though he didn't really care for the fight he did feel bad that Shigai was angry as he seems to really like him as a teacher. He sat down and said to himself." can't wait to see who I spar with next I hope its Mr.Shigai".

"Had this not been the first day of school I would have failed you out of the academy," Michael repeated the words the fell from Shigai's mouth. "I see where this softness has originated from then. If a hero were to be able to walk away from a battle because he didn't feel like doing it anymore and still managed to maintain his hero license, then I'll rather be a villain that gets rid of all these wannabe heroes."

He took a slight pause and began to direct his next few words to Mutsuki. "Do you live in your own little world? I haven't spoken a word to you, all I did was conclude the situation exactly how it was." Michael closed his eyes for a moment and continued you, "Want to know why you see me as a cocky jerk? It's because you're a simpleton with a linear way of thinking, akin to the stereotypical ways you see on television. To jump to conclusions like that, it's very prejudice. Watch it, or you won't come across someone as nice as me."

Mutsuki infuriated by the fact one of his peers is acting as though they are a teacher angered him. "Hey, Michael, do you think I give to flying fucks for what you have to say about me I care for people who bother to be nice, I tried to be nice to you but you walked away and didn't say shit back. "He took a second to calm down before he gets too angry he then continued. "I Guess I was prejudice towards you, but why should I care about anyone who doesn't care to say a word to me, So I'm not in my own world is in this world and last time I checked in this world you treat people how they treat you, I've been through some rough shit and come to a realization about many things about this world and that's one of them." He turns around disregarding anything else Michael has to say and also says to Mr. Shigai. "I'm so sorry I have disappointed you and I hope I can reach your expectations and Fix your impression of me as you've been very nice and id like to return the politeness."He sat back down and pulled out his headphones and played music ignoring all around him.

Shigai simply nodded to Mutsuki and turned to Michael. "You can think I'm an easy teacher or you can think I'm a hard one. I'd like you kids to like me and enjoy your time here but I won't force it." He sighed placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. "Talk like that though is just bitter and sad. You're learning and that was a mistake Mutsuki made, he didn't take this seriously enough. I understand your anger but I'm not going to fail someone for one slip up. I just met the kid, I don't know him yet. His strengths and his weaknesses so why should I make such a rash decision on such little evidence." He paused continuing to look down at Michael. "If decision making like that was common I wouldn't have even gotten into this school when I was your age."

"Fail? Oh no, that's not what I want." Michael responded, his tone as sarcastic as the sky was blue. Jerking his shoulder way from Shigai he continued along his path and leaned against the nearby building. Clinching his fist open and close he smiled, *"Seems I'm getting better control over father's power. But playing around with these people, won't help me perfect it."* Michael began to reflect on his past, seeing vivid images of both his mother and father. *"But I'll need to find students who are even past me."*

Shigai sighed as Michael walked off. He figured it would be best to just leave him be for now. He'd talk to him after classes or something. He reminded Shigai of a former classmate of his, from back when he was a student. However for now he let Michael mope, he was still a child after all. Granted Shigai had half a mind to tell him heroes didn't mope on the battlefield.

#### Kiyoshi vs Kaguya

Walking onto the stage, Kiyoshi was energetic for the fight. He recalled seeing his opponent on the day of the entrance exam but can't remember ever seeing her quirk. "Doesn't matter if your a dude or a chick, I'll kick your ass either way!" Kiyoshi announced, as the memory of his fight with that robot chick from the exam came to mind. Unlike last time, where he gave his opponent the opportunity to launch the first attack, Kiyoshi decided he'd start on the offensive. Many different attack came to mind, but he needed on that would fall within the rules of the fight. "What a hassle..." he thought.

Upon hearing the start sign, Kiyoshi extend his arm backwards and it began to stretch several meters. "Now here comes a; Battle Mode: Torpedo!" Kiyoshi exclaimed, suddenly pausing the extension and yanking his entire arm back towards him Passing by him at incredible speed, it cut through the wind and headed straight towards his target.

Having not expecting to have to go up against her classmates so soon Kaguya was caught off guard when she was selected to be among the the first fighters as she made her way to the stage her mind began formulating numerous plan analyzing all the knew about her opponent and his quirk, it was thanks to this that she wasn’t caught off guard when the start signal was giving and Kiyoshi made the first attack she was quickly and calmly able to dodge it by gracefully back flipping creating a distance between before retaliating with shoots a few small scattered shots of fox-fire at him.

*"Based on the make up of his body regular blunt attacks would be useless which means regular direct physical hand-to-hand combat will be out"* she thought as she analyzed his movements carefully watching how his arm stretched to attempt to find a limitation in distance of reaction time.

Kiyoshi smirked, appearing to be not surprised by his opponent's ability to dodge his rather blunt attack. "If my manga has taught me anything, the first attack should always be the decoy, a toe in the water. But the followup..." Kiyoshi's body the was yanked towards the halt position of his arm, allowing him to pierce through the air with blazing speeds. Even with the balls of flames impeding his path, he did fret. At the speed he propelled himself towards her, the air pressure that surrounded his body would shield him. Heading her way in a spectacular fashion, dodging may not be as easy as the previous attack. "You're mine!" he chanted with his fist gripped for a punch, if he were to reach in time.

Having not expecting him to be as advanced with his quirk than he was showing Kaguya was slightly caught off guard as he propelled himself forward at and astonishing speed with his fist cocked back in preparation to deliver a devastating punch. Not being one to simply loose her train of thought at an enemy attack she quickly brought her tails around front to use as a shield before crossing her arms and igniting them creating a defense that doubled as and offense.

Mentally Anticipating the reaction of her opponent Kaguya extended her claws in preparation for the backward velocity in which she would be flung within moments as she fully well knew that she couldn’t fully withstand the force from the attack.

Despite seeing the inferno barrier setting up in front of him, Kiyoshi did not hesitate. As seen during the exams, he can take pain as well as he dishes it out, especially for the right reasons. Watching the Sports Festivals of previous years, Kiyoshi understood the mechanics of fighting within a ring, and that in certain cases victory did not have to be completely punishing his opponents; in this case, he simply needed to remove Kaguya from the stage. "Fuck out of here, no flames gonna stop me from winning this fight." With his fist connecting with her pyro-tail, he'd endure the first set of burns that would come as a result. Summoning quite the shock-wave, the flames would disperse for a moment as Kiyoshi hoped to send his opponent flying. But hope for the best and expect for the worst. With little delay, he quickly planted his feet, in order to continue to apply more pressure into his fist, if she managed to withstand such a powerful punch of course.

Smirking as she realized he failed to see through he plan, Kaguya dispite the pain she was currently feeling from the impact quickly used her unoccupied tail to wrap around the extended arm tightly before allowing her body to be flung backwards subsequently bring Kiyoshi along with her towards the edge of the ring.

"I already knew this was a bit of a bad matchup for me since the very beginning, that’s why my aim wasn’t to beat you in straight combat". Spoke Kaguya as they neared the end of the ring. "It was to simply outsmart you". She yelled as she rotated her body to use the momentum to swing Kiyoshi around before releasing her hold on him and planting her feet on his chest, propelling him towards the rings end and boosting her back towards the center of the ring.

While she was correct in saying Kiyoshi had not foreseen such a turn of events. However, her counter may not have been as well drawn as she expected. As her free tail latched onto Kiyoshi, various possible scenarios came to mind as her body began to rotate with the hope to send him flying. But just as he was preparing to begin his own counter, the pink boy smiled. "It seemed you forgot about one thing." As her tail attempted to release him, a stickiness generated from his skin prevented her from completely releasing him and thus kicking a latched on Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi would quickly then grab on to her tail so he wouldn't lose her due to the kick.

With her kick being successful, Kiyoshi could easily pull her along with him and have the match end in a draw, but the short pink boy had no interest in losing. As he began to move through the air, his body began to alter. "Sky Mode: Parachute!" he exclaimed, flattening his body in the shape of a parachute to stop his movement. Aware that at any moment, she could once again ignite her tails, Kiyoshi began to squeeze with fierce intent. Inhaling the air around him, his arm and fight began to increase in size allowing him to maintain a firmer and strong grip to eventually shatter her bones within the tail. "Surrender! As you said this isn't a good match up for you!"

#### Shigai vs Asami

Asami had drawn the short straw, having been selected to fight the teacher. But that didn't mean she could really back down now. She had shown up a few minutes after everyone else had reached the field, having to go through her refitting process in order to properly utilize her quirk. Her frigate configuration was by far the lightest armed and armored of her versions, especially so now. For the spar, she had elected to not onload any ammunition, making her guns naught but overpriced paper clips. The twin Five-inch cannons that would normally adorn her arms were retracted, the turrets encasing her arms as gauntlets of steel. An impromptu melee configuration. But she'd need everything she could if she wanted to even stand a chance in this fight.

She walked into the ring when it was her turn, visibly nervous about actually fighting. While she had been on training runs before, she felt more than a little bit exposed without her normal weaponry. She had never even been in a sparring match before, all of her experience against mindless dummies that her parents had had her practice on.

She gave her sensei a slight bow when he entered the ring, politely announcing, "I am ready whenever you are Sensei..." Then in a much smaller voice, "I hope."

Shigai stepped into the arena and smiled at Asami. "I'm ready as I'll ever be." He shouted, waving at the girl. The only thing different about his attire was a metal pole that was now firmly grasped within his left hand. He stood at the ready awaiting Asami. A hero usually had to make the first move so he figured his student should as well. "Come at me with all you got."

The internal engines that had been installed into her body started rumbling to life, providing additional power to Asami beyond what her normal muscles provided. While less about speed than something like an engine quirk, the ones she had installed within her body enhanced her power beyond the norm, empowering her physical capabilities. She double checked that the machinery installed in and on her back was functioning properly, making sure that everything was working optimally.

Asami lowered her stance into a slight crouch as she prepared to move, hands held up around her chest in preparation to defend if she had to.

She leapt into motion, charging the older man with her full acceleration, at it's max due to the lightweight frigate configuration. She quickly reached her max speed before digging her heels into the ground to make sure she didn't miss and overshoot out of the arena, sliding herself along the packed dirt as her left arm, still encased in its steel gauntlets, shot forward in a haymaker punch. The shot was straight into Sensei's center of mass. A solid punch for a solid man.

Shigai grinned as he watched Asami prepare her attack, her quirk definitely was an interesting one. As she charged up her systems Shigai sat waiting, only in her burst of speed did he move, vaulting off the ground and over her with a simple movement and landing on the other side of the arena. "Good movements but you need to be faster. Again!" He called out, beckoning her to come at him once again. "You're quite fast for a frigate, I must say."

Though it felt un-creative, Asami repeated her motion, charging forward again, aiming for the same solid punch as before. There was little she could really do about Shigai just jumping over her like that, but that didn't mean there was nothing she could do about it. If he took to the air again, she had a plan. As her left arm shot forward to slam into the teacher, her right arm went back. She grabbed one of her anchors, and if Shigai took to the sky again, she fully planned on hitting him with it, or maybe even using it to pull him back into her for further close quarters combat.

As Asami charged him again Shigai grinned. This time as she charged he waited till she was closer before quickly sweeping his staff near the ground, the very force of it causing a massive dust cloud to form in Asami's direction. Shigai quickly shot to the side, dodging in a wide arc to the right, attempting to once again circle around to the other side of the field. *"I hope she's got some other tricks, I'm assuming she'd have a plan for me not dodging the same again."* He thought.

As the dust cloud billowed over her, Asami guessed that Sensei wasn't making the same movement. He'd have no need for the dust cloud if he was just going to jump her like last time.

She let her anchor release, chain links sliding out rapidly as she through the anchor back away from her, rapidly lengthening it. As she slowed down, she started to spin, hand loosely holding onto the chain to allow it to extend even further. The impromptu ball and chain that she had created spun with her, starting to sweep a good quarter of the arena at around waist level. She didn't know if Sensei had already cleared that distance, but it was the only option she could really think of right now. Otherwise this was just going to get kinda sad.

Shigai noticed an oncoming projectile from his left side, he dropped to the ground completely as the chain zoomed over him. *"Oh ho ho, an anchor perimeter, how ship-like."* He thought to himself as he quickly stood from the ground and as the projectile approached once again he slammed his metal pole into the ground firmly planting part of it beneath the ground. As the chain and anchor combo once again approached Shigai moved away to let the chain hit the pole. Due to the momentum of it it spun, wrapping itself around the pole. With it stopped enough Shigai quickly grabbed the chain and yanked it towards him, hoping to pull Asami with it. "Got ya." He shouted in a sing song voice.

Things didn't go the way she had hoped, but Asami could work with this. As she felt herself being pulled, she resisted for a moment before jumping with the force pulling her, quickly closing the gap on the pro hero, fist raised in another haymaker punch.

Shigai grinned as Asami flew towards him, haymaker primed and ready. His back was to the metal pole, still anchoring the anchor to the ground. As she neared him Shigai quickly sidestepped her blow, causing her arm to hit the metal as he, still holding the chain, swiftly moved around her. He quickly flipped over the pole and wrapped the chain around it, effectively aiming to bind her body to the pole in the ground.

Asami had missed yet again, eliciting a look of annoyance on her face as her fist hit the pole. But there was no time to sit around as Sensei attempted to lasso her. She pushed her left foot a bit farther forward as it hit the ground, causing her to drop down farther than she hoped the teacher expected her to as she landed in the splits. She grunted in pain from the light pelvic damage caused by the impact of falling into that position.

She grabbed her right hand with her left as she went down. Asami twisted towards the teacher, trying to take advantage of any surprise she might have gotten from the maneuver to bring her elbow into the larger man, right in between the legs in an incredibly cheap shot.

At the same time, a whirring could be heard as Asami started to reel in her anchor, attempting to reduce the amount of chain Shigai had to work with.

"Very uncool." Shigai stated, using his hand to springboard over her elbow, landing behind her. "That could have really hurt you know." He chided, as he wrapped the chain into a quick loop. "Plus it seems like your risk to reward calculation was off." He added, motioning to her. "You seem to have hurt yourself a lot more than you hurt me. Most of your tactics are predictable and the more complicated ones are, once identified." He continued, tossing the loop at the metal pole in an attempt to hook it. "You'll definitely need to do more that throw your weight around to be effective."

Asami had trapped herself, at best having kept herself going for a moment longer. She had hoped Shigai wouldn't have reacted as fast, but there was nothing she could have done about it. A first year couldn't really hope to outpace a respected Pro. Her retracting anchor had ended up working against her, leaving her tightly bound to the pole even as she sat in her split position.

"What was I supposed to do, let myself get captured?" Asami muttered out in a relatively indignant tone of voice, her face pressed against the pole. "Not that it mattered in the end," she continued with a softer tone. After all, she had lost. How embarrassing to wind up tied up by your own weapons.

Shigai laughed a little, turning to Asami. "This isn't chastisement, this is notes. Things we have to work on. I don't expect any of you to be perfect or anything. Plus you got to fight a Pro hero didn't you, seems like a good deal to me." Shigai grinned, making a motion with his hand. The metal pole shook before quickly rising from the ground, leaving the anchor and chain to fall and allowing Asami to free herself. The pole flew to Shigai's hand and he caught it, slinging it over his shoulder. "Now pick yourself up, it's time for me to tell you all the point of all this.

Asami fell over to the side, allowing her legs to close. She gingerly stood up, clearly in a decent amount of pain from her impact. "Gonna hurt a bit to walk until I get repaired," she muttered to herself as she stood up. She brushed the dirt off her pants as well as she could, trying to tidy herself up. She then turned to her Sensei before asking, "Yes, Sensei?"

### Lessons Learned

Shigai gathered the rest of his students to him. Tatsuo and Fumoio had been sent to the school office to be dealt with for misconduct during battle. Their punishment would be decided later that day, expulsion was definitely a possibility.

"Alright listen up kids," His voice was much more stern, "If you're wondering about your classmates or didn't notice it happen, they are currently in the office for breaking the rules. I set those rules and stressed that they would be followed." Now these rules were odd yes, specifically I think the no destruction out of bounds one got most of you riled up. Can anyone tell me why they think I added that rule?" He asked, looking to his remaining students.

Asami spoke out in response. "A Hero's responsibility to society and order means they must keep destruction to an absolute minimum to reduce the impact crime has on everyday life. It also reduces the chance for collateral damage to include fatalities to bystanders. Unnecessary damage to the surroundings is in direct opposition to that principle." It was a very textbook like answer, spoken in even tones as if she was on autopilot.

A dull look emerged on the pink fellow's face. "Shit, I don't know. I thought that was just some shit you teachers did to take the fun out of stuff." Kiyoshi mumbled, not really interested in hearing another lecture. He began to dose off, uninterested in the other's responses.

Contemplating the question Mutsuki thought to himself. "The obvious answer is to reduce damage but I feel as though there's another part to it". He thought even harder on the question then thought what would this have to do with making us better at combat and better heroes in general. "Mr. Shigai, I believe you chose this rule to see if we were capable of using our quirks well enough as to not have stray attacks".Mutsuki said before continuing to say."Since heroes are often put in situations where they must fight a villain as well Protect the surrounding buildings and people, and if we cant do that how can we be expected to become the great heroes we are training to become". Mutsuki says now staring off out the window.

Still keeping to himself, Michael neglected to even look at the students or the teacher of his class. He stood by his words earlier, the hero society had grown a lot weaker than what it once was. Perhaps had it been like it was when All-Might was still around, maybe he wouldn't have had to lose his parents.

Unlike the rest of the class, he decided to remain quiet and avoided answering the man's question. It may have been for the betterment of the situation, however, as currently he'd been in a rather negative state of mind. He didn't even budge to open his mouth, he simply closed his eyes began to self meditate where he stood.

"Asami and Mutsuki, you're both on the right track" Shigai nodded. "If you're forced into a situation where there are bystanders or civilians you have to be able to both control your attacks, but also mitigate the damage of your opponents attacks. We didn't quite touch on that second half yet, but we will." He stopped for a moment, thinking to himself before glancing back at them. "We'll be getting you all outfitted with hero suits after your first Quirk Control class. I've got an old friend who can make you some top of the line stuff, it'll just take a while to make." Hopefully Tekkou wouldn't mind doing another set of suits for him. "For now though I have a guest speaker coming in to finish off our day. Please put your hands together and welcome the up and coming hero from America, Triple Bang!" Shigai shouted.

Flashy heroes were all the rage. Vibrant costumes, loud theme music, constant exposure, the people ate these entertainers out. However, there were still those who took on the honorable mantle with a more subtle approach. And while some would call them rather boring compared to the likes of others, the And there he was. The incarnate of simplicity. A hero whose greatest power was his ability to appear normal. Why was he here anyway?

*"A heroes greatest duty is to stand as an example for society. To show the world that in a world of monsters, all humans have the potential to stand against evil. And what better way to instill that ideology than by visiting children?!*

The words of his mentor and current boss. Although he would rather be somewhere fighting crime, he knew that his boss had a point. And so the mysterious Triple Bang pushed open the door and leapt off the roof. Several flips followed by a perfect landing in front of the class. His soft black hair, faded on the sides and twisted atop, was pushed by a stray breeze. He pushed his black glasses back, looking down at the class. Yes, the African American was probably the tallest in the room. Regardless, he turned to face the class in his more normal attire and smirked.

"Wassup everybody!" He spoke nonchalantly. "Name's Triple Bang and I'm here to talk to you about being a hero! So starting off, do I have any questions?"

Expecting one of the more popular Japanese heroes, Kiyoshi was surprised U.A. invited some *American Hero* as their first guest speaker. "Why are they not inviting literately any of the H.O.P.E heroes. Pop Pap would have been perfect for this." he thought, unaware of what has been happening recently. While he didn't particularly care for this hero, Kiyoshi did have one question. "Yo, Triple Bang. What made you choose that name? Is it because you shoot guns?" he questioned, legitimately interested as to why he selected the name he has. Kiyoshi had been thinking about what his hero name would be for quite some time, so possibly hearing why a pro chose his name could help him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Bang." Asami will say with a light bow. She was unfamiliar with American heroes. Or America in general. She had been there a few times, but that was a long time ago. "May I ask what part of the country you are from?"

"One question at a time kids." He joked. Hoping to cut through the thick atmosphere. Triple could feel the immense tension. The result of international and national squabbles regarding hero rankings and jurisdiction. Of course these upcoming students would've wanted a Japanese hero. This was, after all, the greatest hero school in all of the world. Hell, this was more of a learning experience for Zeke than it was for them. He had a chance to influence future top ten ranking students. Perhaps...

"My name comes from the fact I never lost a fight when I participated for several years in the Abyss." That name. It was a deadly one. Perhaps one of the world's most deadly quirk fight clubs. Where participants were thrown into the center of the earth and forced to fight while trying to climb out. It was a dangerous tactic to name drop *that* place. But perhaps that would buy some respect. "Anyway, Triple Bang, bang the bell three times and I'll be standing over an unconscious villain."

He flexed. His lean body becoming defined in the sun. A hero of black skin which shined in heaven's radiance. "As for you, I'm from New York." He smiled at her. "A fun place to visit and a breeding ground for challenges."

A distinct glow emerged in Kiyoshi's eyes upon hearing the reveal of story behind his hero alias. "That's actually insane..." he spoke in astonishment. It was straight out of a manga. With context, its one of the most bad-ass names he's ever heard. "When do we get to choose our hero name?" he asked his professor.

"Usually you get to pick out your Hero Names a couple weeks into the year, right after you get your suits." Shigai replied, watching as the class interacted with Triple Bang. It had been an interesting pull but Shigai wanted them to get some inspiring words from a man who was just starting out, motivated and filled with spirit.

"Why do we have to wait a couple weeks? Why can't we just choose it now?" Kiyoshi answered, eager to run home with his official hero alias.

Finally Intrigued by the guest speaker. Mutsuki is now ready to ask a question. "Mr. Triple Bang, why exactly are you here today". He asked with a calm and intimidating tone. "Why do you believe you are in the exact position you are in today, who or what brought you here today and why". He leaned back in his seat waiting for an answer from the pro hero standing before the class.

Kyoshi's excitement warmed Triple Bang's heart. Finally someone in this land of xenophobia and snobbish attitudes appreciated the foreign hero. He started to understand what his mentor meant by impressing the younger generation. However, this euphoric feeling was cut short by one of the more edgier students. This young bull trying to intimidate Triple only for him to laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm here to help explain to you guys whats out there for you. This world' isn't just about powers and shit. Its about people. As for my position? Well tenacity...the will to never give up."

Asami thought for a while, she was decently well traveled, having occasionally gone with her father on business trips. She had been to New York before, but she was pretty sure his experiences we're different than hers in the city.

"I have been there once, but we never left Wall Street. Father took me along on one of his business trips."

"Heh, believe it or not, Wall Street is where the most sever crimes take place." Triple Bang spat venomously. Growing up in the inner city, people always thought that those neighborhoods were the dangerous ones. But the true monsters were the one's who controlled the money. Who funded the small criminals. He had chased various lines back to those very offices. Hell, those same criminals controlled the hero agencies. But now wasn't the time to plant that seed in these young spirits. "Anyway, the most important thing is to travel. This way, you earn a better understanding of the criminal's heart. Rehabilitation is key."

Shigai smiled. "I think my friend Ibara would like you." He commented as he turned to address the class. "Alright listen you guys, we've had a lot of fun out here but the day is not yet over. You all haven't even seen where you'll be living. Go wait for Triple Bang and I by those doors." He shouted as the students walked towards them. Letting out a breath Shigai stretched his arms above his head. "Geez those kids are gonna go nuts when they find out they get a whole damn room to themselves. Back when I was here we had corridor-like rooms, they're in the newest set of dorms though. Rooms are all full sized." He spoke as he glanced at the glistening new building. "Hopefully your stuff will arrive soon so you can set up your apartment here."

Apartment? What is he going on about? Triple Bang thought. He had recently moved to Japan and was shacking up in a small room by himself. But to move into this school... "A-apartment? Am I being forced into school?! I checked with the government, my license is transferable. So what i didn't graduate from a top school it counts!" He protested. "I hate school." Ezekiel cried playfully. "Please mister Shigai, please Shigai-sensai!!!!"

"If you want to be a gym teacher here you have to live on campus. Were you not aware?" Shigai responded, chuckling at Zeke's reaction. "We're basically a boarding school, gotta have teachers living here on campus," Letting out a mock sigh he responded to Zeke's antics. "I'm already dealing with enough, not to mention the wild swapping of children in this damn class, please don't be another one."

"Gym????!!!" Great. The one class that he managed to fail throughout school. Although his quirk allowed for an excellent physique, his social awkwardness made gym a living hell. Giving him incentive to skip it for more fun activities. But seeing Shigai's stress...he wanted to help. He felt like he needed too. After all this is what being a hero really mean. "Don't worry, Shigai, I got this. Um. Though if you don't mind giving me a few guides for teaching. Hell, you can email me if you want." 22 and a teacher at UA High...how could life get any crazier...Ezekiel thought...

"Yeah that's the one you applied for." Shigai sweat dropped. Maybe Zeke had gone one too many rounds and taken a blow or two, as he seemed to forget applying for the job. He shrugged it off though and nodded. "Yeah I can help ya out. You'll be staying in my guest room till then so you're welcome too ask me whatever you like."

"Applied?" He hadn't forgot...No. He remembered signing something...earlier this week. *He* tricked him. Surely that paper! There was no unlimited ice cream. That asshole! Ezekiel growled. *I'ma kill him!* He thought. "Oh! Thank you so much, Shigai!" He couldn't show his anger to his new mentor.

"Uhh yeah, happy to help." Shigai nodded, motioning for him to follow as he walked over to the building. Now if you'll all wait a moment we have two students that are new to our class. I was only alerted to it halfway through today but no matter. Here are your new classmates." The two new students walked out the doors of the building one boy and one girl. The boy spoke first.

"Hello, I'm Elio Olivern. My parents are Celeste and Gabriel Olivern, of Olivine Industries. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of them, but they're one of the 'big' support companies out there, I guess. I have an older brother, Ezekiel, but he's a bit of an asshole. My Quirk turned my body into pure energy shortly after I was born, so my parents developed this robotic body to sustain me. It isn't a flesh and blood body, but it's annoying to repair it so please try to be careful around me. Hrm let's see what else...I tinker around with technology as a hobby. Well, "tinker" isn't the word. I really enjoy building support items and the like. Robots and cool equipment and things. My dad wanted me to be in the support class, actually, but my mom said I should try out for 1-A. I flipped a coin and here I am...yeah that's about it, I guess." His greeting was followed by the girls.

"Hello, my name is Haruhi Arisaka nice to meet everyone," Haruhi cheerfully announced with a warm smile on her face. "I have a mutant quirk that gives me a very low body temperature allowing me to among other things numb people through physical contact. With that being said, feel free to chill with me if you like," Haruhi concluded. Once she finished talking she bit her bottom lip as if to prevent herself from smiling at her own clever pun.

"Welcome to both of you. Now I hate to hurry us but I'm quite certain you all want to see your rooms." Shigai spoke, leading them to the dorms.

## Class 1-B

Sitting at the desk in the front of the class with her nose in a book and her head propped up by her right hand, the Gray Hero Ryūhime seemed to pay little attention as the students gradually filled in. Sitting right next to her was her sidekick and closest friend, Hoori, who also was busy reading. However, despite how inattentive they seemed to be the moment the last student walked into the class they both closed their books at the same time and placed the books under their table. Once doing so, Otohime stood up while Hoori remained seated and began to speak, "Hello new students of U.A., I am the Gray Hero Otohime Watatsumi, but you can just call me by my hero name, Ryūhime. I am a homeroom teacher and an ethics teacher. The person sitting down is my sidekick Hoori. He will be teaching in my place when I am unable to, which will be frequently. Don't think of him as my substitute, but your second teacher so if you need something feel free to approach him. In fact, he might be better since he graduated from U.A. High while I went to a small hero school. Let's start off this year by going around and introducing yourselves by saying your name and your definition of what a hero is."

Having lead the students in, Miku was the first to get to her given seat. Due to this fact, she had more than ample time to notice and be more than simply elated that Haiiro was the seat right next to her. As the teachers introduced themselves, and asked the students to reciprocate, Miku quickly realized that her attempts at identifying the heroes were practically meaningless. Still, wasting no time and immediately beginning to speak when prompted despite not being the first seat in the class, the blonde girl confidently declared, "My name is Miku Sora and to me, a hero is a symbol of a virtue to some extent and has a meaning that has to resound with people. A hero is someone who inspires people to do the right thing, genuinely cares about citizens in every shape or form, has a strong sense of justice, and has a desire to benefit humanity as a whole.", and then turned to the rest of the class, as if wrapping up a speech. "Oh oh oh! I almost forgot to say, I hope we get along!" While quite a few may have seen Miku's rather articulate comment on her view on heroism to be.. unexpected, the young girl sat and quickly reverted to her usually bubbly personality.  Those who knew her well knew how strongly she held her views on heroism. As she sat, she gently nudged another one of her classmates who she appeared to clearly be friends with to speak, a certain brown haired boy in the first seat.

Haiiro followed Miku into the room and sat down quickly beside her. He looked up to see his apparently two teachers. He knew of her, one of Gray Heroes. However her later comments concerned him a little. While this was only homeroom class it would be odd to have two separate teachers. Not to mention her very speech doubting her own qualifications. *"Looks like you ended up in a bust huh."* That evil voice laughed in his head. *"Might as well kiss your learning goodbye."* He was jolted from his evil dream by Miku, who prompted him to introduce himself next. He nodded to himself and spoke up. "I-I'm Haiiro Kousei, I believe a hero is someone who protects others and becomes someone who you can rely on. I believe they are someone who will help others no matter what the cost. That is what I believe." He finished, leaning back in his seat and giving Miku a small and relived nod.

Anri looks around in amaze at her first school experience she worked so hard for as she had been homeschooled all her life.She is so ready to finally start this new adventure called SCHOOL as she was late she felt as though she should make her grand entrance. She then slammed her hands down on her desk and Screams."Hi, I'm Anri Nadeshiko, to be a hero is someone who doesn't back down and is strong who takes shit from nobody". She stands tall and proud as she looks around her class at all the people near her and notices a blue-haired girl sitting near her.She sits down as proud as she stood and stares in awe at her chance to make a friend.She jumps up and down giddy inside And whispers to the Girl as to not alert the teacher and says."Hi, my name is Anri thought I'm sure you already heard me say that I really like your hair it looks really pretty on you is it natural or dyed if you don't mind me asking you."Eagerly waiting in a starry-eyed gaze for the answer and her chance at FRIENDSHIP and school drama.she is extremely excited to have a girlfriend to talk to So she stares.

Tenken turns towards Anri and replies a slight masculine, "Hmm? Nice to meet you too and my hair is natural haha." He stands up and introduces himself, "Helo, everyone. My name is Tenken Suzuno and I'd say my definition of a hero is ... nothing. Simply because they don't exist but if you think about it, they are everywhere too." Tenken takes a deep breath, "I believe everyone can be a hero, given a chance, a choice and a change. A chance to take action, a choice to take the action and a change caused by your choices and action. So if everyone is a hero? wouldn't the title of hero be pointless?" He then takes a seat again quietly and murmurs, "Thank you for listening."

Fūjin had his head on his desk with his eyes closed throughout the first four introductions. He wasn't asleep, but he was merely on what he would call "power saving mode." He was paying attention, but only the bare minimum required. For a person who is supposed to be an inspiring hero, he looked rather lazy and unmotivated. Every part of his being was completely lacking in vigor; he truly looked to be the personification of what it meant to be lazy. Once the fourth person was finished talking, Fūjin opened his eyes and stood up. He took a moment to yawn and rub the sleep from his eyes before speaking in a very tired and monotone voice, "My name is Fūjin nice to meet you. A hero is one who-" Fūjin paused abruptly in the middle of his sentence as his thoughts wandered back to his brother. The reason why he didn't say his last name and the reason why he wanted to be a hero that being to return honor to his parents so they can live in peace without being looked down upon. After a few unsettling moments of silence, Fūjin continued to speak, "A hero is a person who preserves or restores peace." Although it may seem to be a very simple and unmotivated answer his tone of voice gave weight to his words as if there was more to his definition than it seemed or a very good reason behind it. After he finished speaking, he sat back down and moved around in his seat for a few seconds as if trying to get comfortable in his seat and then he laid his head back on the desk and closed his eyes.

Bored from hearing everyone else's introductions, Norio rose from his seat and spoke loudly. "Y'all already know who it is. Norio Kin. The guy who is going to defeat each and every single one of you. So if you had any dreams about being number one or top in your class, you need to readjust your train of thought, cause y'all competing for number two!" Uninterested in going into detail about who he is or what his quirk is, he left it there; returning to his seat once he finished his quick yet attention grabbing soliloquy.

Although Otohime may have a very youthful appearance as she looked not much older than her students her eyes shown brightly with wisdom and experience that were now focused on her students before her as she thought about their answers. After a moment, she let out a small sigh that almost sounded like she was disappointed in what she heard. "Why," she asked class. She paused for a moment let the students think on that loaded question. "What is your reasoning for your definition of what a hero is. Each and every one of your answers were very generic. Nothing new. Something that has been said a thousand times and will be continued to be said a thousand times more. Is that truly what you think a hero is or are you just saying that because you think that is the answer expected of you. Remember, parrots do not truly believe what they are repeating so if you are just repeating the words of your predecessors what does that say about your desire to become a hero," Otohime said. "Allow me to repeat the question once more. What is your definition of a hero? This time when you answer think for yourself. I don't want parrots in my class I want people who can think for themselves," Otohime asked; this time putting a lot of emphasis on the word "your."

Miku was.. irritated to say the least. Was the first teacher she actually interacted with in U.A.. disappointed with her view? Having more than her own fair share of reasons why she desired to be a heroine, despite her kindness, perhaps the most important aspect of Miku's personality in her own mind was that she didn't take stuff like this from anyone, and this wouldn't change even for her homeroom teacher. Standing immediately again upon being prompted, Miku began to speak, "Umm, Ms. Watatsumi? Before you get disappointed, couldn't it just mean that our desire to become a hero is the same as or similar to our predecessors? A hero in my eyes is exactly what I said because that's what it means to me, and quite frankly, I don't care if anyone else thinks it's generic because it's shaped by my experiences." As if spitting in the face of her teacher's disappointment, Miku made it clear that while her reasoning for wanting to become a hero may have sounded similar to everyone else in the room, this desire to become a heroine was entirely intrinsic. Her definition of the word hero was intrinsic, she was motivated not simply because of the motivations of those before her. She owed it to the children in her orphanage, to her parents, to the nice policewoman, to girls around the world, and the young former academic honours student would rather take punishment than bend from her definition of heroism. Mumbling inaudibly under her breath, the girl took her seat and glanced at her teacher inquisitively.

Though he didn't want to say anything, Haiiro was hurt by his teachers words. His reason to be a hero, it meant a lot to him, more than she could ever realize. As Miku stood up and stated her own beliefs, her own creed, it inspired Haiiro. He stood up from his desk and looked directly at Otohime. "I agree with Miku, why is it that you get to decide what being a hero means to anyone. There is no correct definition for it, it's based on personal belief and experience. And you know what some people just want to be heroes cause they look up to them. For me I want to protect people and I think this school will help increase my ability to do so. So if you think my reason is just another voice in a crowd then great, think that. But I'll know in my heart what matters and I'll keep pursing that. Even if you just think of me as some blind follower of an ideal." Haiiro spoke aloud, surprised at his own passion. It wasn't everyday that he even spoke out like this. However his Mom and Dad were counting on him, and so was his little sister, Kirei. In all the darkness they were his light and his reason for going onwards. He quickly sat back down in his seat.

Anri was extremely angered by her teacher's words she felt as though she didn't know what she was talking about.She was fuming she had to say something she couldn't do nothing so she jumped out of her seat full of anger and said."How dare you, All the things I say are truthful and original I'm not Freaking parrot I don't care what you think I'm repeating." angrily walking up to the front desk to confront her teacher.She slams her hands on her desk making a hand-sized imprint and yells.I don't care who said my word to me I don't repeat after anybody and nobody repeat after me YA HEAR, I don't care what you say my answer is still the same.She walks back to her desk calms down and stands as proudly as before and repeats her exact words said before."I am Anri Nadeshiko, a hero is someone who doesn't back down and is strong who takes shit from nobody and I don't take shit from anybody.She then slams down into her seat loosening the chair and sits up strongly and goes back to her ecstatic and excited demeanor.

Tenken is trying to hold in his laughter before bursting out in laughter. "You sound like my mother when she does her lectures about some science stuff she does, Ryuhime-sensei!" After settling down, Tenken wipes off the tear from his eye, "Sensei, you know almost everything everyone says has been said, even the line that I am speaking now. Calling us parrots is no different than calling yourself a parrot, even my mom uses that line against me or even lectures I've been to." Tenken sighs "But my definition will stay the same, I have no plans of changing what I believe any time soon." He crosses his arms before turning towards Anri, "By the way Anri, you don't have to be so angry about that, she is doing her job as a teacher you know?"

Otohime closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if she was attempting to calm her nerves. When she opened her eyes she said, "If you paid attention to my words you will find that I never suggested that I get to decide what it means to be a hero. What I said was meant to clarify that this ideal is truly what you believe since I said 'is that truly what you think a hero is' and not 'that isn't what a hero is' since like you all have said there is nothing wrong with that ideal. If it has worked for millions of others why can't it work for you. So if it atones for what I said I'm sorry and allow me to rephrase the question. Why do you believe in that definition," Otohime said. Her voice was surprisingly calm and gentle for someone who is famous for being anything but. This is all thanks to Hoori. He knew Otohime's new students would probably anger her and to fix this he purposely made her upset all morning; so now Otohime is too tired to get upset. Otohime has a short fuse and what Hoori did was akin to pouring water on the explosive material.

"A hero is someone people look up to. No matter age, status, or nationality. A hero is someone you respect no matter what!" Norio responded, answering his teacher's first question prior to answering her newly phrased one. "We seen it for generations. How can you not have respect for people who risk their lives, suffer, fight, live for the general good. Being a hero is really just being a the best person. So yeah, I wanna be a hero. And people are gonna respect me!" Norio concluded. There seemed to be something dwelling within the blonde haired child, some feeling or emotion deep inside him.

Tenken is chuckles after what the teacher has announced. "Well then I don't have to answer that, surprised that might answer is on par with you question." He then turns to Anri and smiles "What do you think?"

Turning back to look at Tenken she smiles and says. " Well now that I think about it i don't exactly know why I believe in what i believe in" she then turns to The teacher and apologized for her misconduct and anger she also goes on to say. " To now Address your new question I can't exactly say why I believe in that specific definition its always just been there in my heart. Standing up holding her chest Anri continues to say strongly. "I guess going throught life and throught my experiences it's just what my heart believes true and it almost like a foundation in what makes up my life and something I live by, so I guess i truly can't answer your question properly but I hope what I did say was enough." Content with her answer anri sits down in her seat and smiles back at tenken, her mood taking a complete 180 from her previous demeanor, now starry eyed she asks. " Do you like anime it's like my favorite especially mahou shoujo the girls are so pretty and strong, so what's your favorite kind of anime".

Nodding her head as if in acceptance of her teacher's apology, Miku stood up to speak once again as prompted. "I genuinely care about those around me, it's why I was in so many volunteer groups outside of school before joining here. For children growing up like me, especially other girls, life can be pretty tough. I just want to be able to reassure people that they should always hold onto hope, that's the virtue I want to be a symbol of. I want to inspire people around the world to push through whatever they're facing and I want to be able to help them do it as a hero in the truest sense of the word. My mom was just a nurse, and I want to save lives and fill people with vigour like she did, but according to my own calling and in my own way." Sitting back down in her seat, Miku defaulted to absented-mindedly playing with a strand of her own hair, as if to distract herself from an uncomfortable memory. Each twirl growing increasingly longer, it would appear that it became similarly increasingly clear that there was much more to the otherwise cheerful girl than what would she appear to be on the surface. However, not long into this motion did she realize how her explanation might have been taken by the rest of her colleagues, and perhaps in particular, her friend. Muttering under her breath in the hopes that Haiiro might hear her due to his seating, she simply mumbled "I'm fine, it's just a sliver of my reason for wanting to be here, we've all got our reasons."

"A nurse huh." Haiiro whispered, slightly intrigued. His dream to be a doctor was still there and he wouldn't just leave it alone. "I've wanted to be a doctor all my life, I've wanted to help people. But there are things I can't control and forces that are gonna work against me. I'm in a position where my dream is impossible if I do nothing so I'm not gonna stop here." His voice was full of passion. "I'll save lives one way or another, I have to." His voice cut off as he leaned back in his chair, looking down at his desk. He'd do it, for all of them.

Fūjin stood up to answer Otohime's newest question, but stopped when he looked at her expression, which was enough to paralyze in fear. His body stayed perfectly still like a statue and almost like it was waiting for permission to move and would not do so until permission was granted.

Otohime had tried her best to stay calm and Hoori's attempt to keep her calm had worked, but that latest side conversation pushed her over the edge. In a split second, Otohime's calm kind expression was replaced with one filled with rage. She glared at Tenken after Haairo's response with what could only be classified as pure hatred that made Anri's previous outburst of anger seem tame in comparison to the storm of anger the students now had to face from their teacher. Her anger was so fierce that it could practically be felt as an aura of pure malice that could paralyze in fear even villains who would consider themselves to be brave. She made a violent throwing motion to fire a large mass of water in the shape of a dragon's head at Tenken's desk. The powerful mass of water hit the desk with enough force to cause it collapse to the ground in a heap of broken pieces. "Alright, I think I should make something clear. I am not an easygoing teacher. My classes are very rigorous because I have a lot to teach you, despite what some of you may believe," Otohime paused to glare straight at Haiiro almost as if she had read his mind and knew what he thought of her and her qualifications. When Otohime continued to speak again she looked at the rest of the entire class once again, "I will not allow any students who are easily distracted to pass my class because they will only cause harm. Do I make myself clear," Otohime threatened menacingly. Draconic energy began to pour out from her body and envelop her body to cast her in a red glow that made her even more intimidating. After speaking she continued to glare down at her students; giving them a look that seem to warn that it will not be good for their health to defy her again. To warn them that the next time she throws something she will be aiming at them. Not their desks.

"...Uhh, that was a little unnecessary..." Miku thought to herself, looking over to see if her classmate was alright and wasn't ridden with splinters. Looking back at her teacher to see her glaring at Haiiro, Miku's eyes darted between her friend and her teacher as if attempting to investigate if something was going on that she was not seeing. Nothing seemed wrong with Haiiro's own statement, finding it admirable and giving him a thumbs up as he sat back down. Letting her teacher go into an attempt at an intimidating version of the traditional teacher's rant, Miku simply nodded along with her teacher almost absentmindedly.

Haiiro's face went into shock as he saw his teacher smash his classmates' table. *"You're done for you idiot."* There it was, that voice again. The damn voice always putting doubts in his head. It was only in looking to see Miku's reassuring thumbs up that he began to calm down. It couldn't have been him, all he did was state his opinion. Regardless though it seemed that their teacher was definitely not a clam person. Her assistant seemed a lot nicer, grated one could assume that due to him being relatively quiet and not threatening to potentially kill a student. *"Man I wonder how the other homeroom teacher is."* Haiiro thought to himself.

Otohime paused to look at the faces of her students and how clearly they conveyed their disinterest of her. Feeling certain that their contempt for her was high enough Otohime put her plan into motion. Without any segue into the new conversation Otohime said without warning, “We are going to have a tournament. The rules are simple every time you win you will obtain extra credit points,” Otohime said. When Otohime continued her tone of voice was cold and deadly serious, “However, if you lose I will expel you. I have no use for weaklings in my class and neither does the hero association.” Despite the seriousness in her tone of voice not everything was as it seemed. Those who knew her reputation would know that, but she expected no one would. At least not immediately. If they could they would have realized that something was up by how uncharacteristic Otohime has been acting. Otohime is widely known as a compassionate and wise hero and yet so far she has been anything but. One other reason they wouldn’t see the truth of the situation immediately and believe that what she was saying is true is because thanks to her actions prior their minds were to clouded by emotion and their first impression of her. Otohime had no doubt that not a single student in the room had an ounce of respect for her. And why should they? So far, Otohime had shown that she does not deserve respect.

In reality, this tournament was a pop quiz and a learning experience. If the students truly believed in their beliefs they would come to the realization that they don’t need licenses to save people and with that realization they would show compassion for their foe and make the selfless sacrifice of losing on purpose for the sake of their opponent’s dreams. There was a way for both fighters to win, but the possibility of both fighters in the match realizing the truth resulting in them losing the will to fight thus teaching them that violence is not always the right solution, which would result in a draw was low.

"...Uhh, can she even do that?" Miku thought to herself, seemingly stunned at Otohime's declaration of a tournament. Did a homeroom teacher even hold the jurisdiction to expel a student accepted by the entrance examinations? A series of question marks seemingly swarmed the young girl's mind, attempting to understand the thought process of her teacher and the entirety of the situation going down. Such a thing, just seemed awfully suspicious. The class had not even underwent their first Quirk control class, and a clash between Quirks could be potentially disastrous if the interactions between any two Quirks had an unpredictable outcome.

Putting her hand on Haiiro's shoulder having remembered how mortified he was of using his Quirk in an attempt to console him, Miku grit her teeth as her teacher had dropped this on the class by surprise. "Weaklings? This place is meant to train people to become heroes, not seperate people into so-called weaklings and the powerful. ..Just what is she trying to get at?" Miku said to herself, watching over Haiiro as Otohime finished up her declaration of an inpromptu tournament. Miku was visibly concerned for her friend, vividly remembering the paralysing fear that overtook him at the annual festival earlier this year, where she had first met Haiiro. Not wanting a second major bout, Miku did her best to try to stop him from relapsing.

*"We are going to have a tournament. If you lose you'll be expelled."* Haiiro shuddered, his vision clouding as the words reverberated through his mind. *"You're gonna have to use your quirk. Rei. People are gonna get hurt. Shako. People are gonna die. Teami."* The demonic voice laughed as it permeated his mind. *"It's gonna happen, you and I can both feel it Haiiro. You and I both know you're gonna fuck it up like you always do."* It taunted him but he wouldn't respond, he couldn't respond. *"Everyone here would just end up dead if you keep going on like this. Why not just end it early, save yourself all the grief and agony. If you killed them all now it'd just be an easy ceremony for their ashes, if they even leave any."* It whispered sweet words of death into his head, of release from the trauma he was feeling. He began to visibly shake as small particles of skin began to fall off him, turing to ash.

It was only as Miku placed her hand upon him. It was only when he looked to her. Only when he knew that he did not alone do it stop. The fleks of ash disappeared as his breathing became less erratic. The shaking slowly began to subside as he took deep breaths. *"You'll do it, it's only a matter of time."*

"Huh a tournament yay, finally I get to show off some skill". She said excited and riled up. She looked over at her fellow classmates as a blonde haired girl has her arm on the boy sitting near her. She scooted her seat very noticeably trying to be sneakily but failing tragically. She turns to them putting her hand to her mouth to block her voice she says in a hushed voice. "Hey Is he okay, why are you touching him like that. She scooted closer saying in a loud excited whisper. "Are you guys in love or dating ?!".she said starry-eyed awaiting an answer.

Norio seemed completely disinvolved and disinterested. In his own mind palace, he thought to himself, "Why am I even here. I could just wait till I'm eighteen and take the Pro Hero Exam then. Instead of coming here..." He found the need of school beneath him. Why must he, someone from a Japanese dynasty known as the Kin Family, be forced to train alongside commoners. It was absurd. With his eyes and attention away from the classroom. He did not respond.

Tenken stares at the teacher awhile in an annoyed manner. "A tournament?" he sighs before murmuring in a low voice, "Guess the teacher wants the students to their best, but using expulsion as a bargaining chip? Such and old trick used by so many teachers..." He then sits up straight before asking Otohime, "What would it be sensei? What are the rules in this tournament of yours?" He smiles at her.

Fujin was shocked by what he heard. Not by the content itself, but who it was coming from because unlike every other student his first impression of Otohime happened earlier and was much different. The woman standing before him now was nothing like the person he meant earlier. That person was kind and had eyes that shown with wisdom. This woman seemed whimsical and apathetic. "What is she thinking? Why is she acting like this? Was the Otohime I meant before just an act? Regardless, for the sake of my family I can't afford to lose," Fujin thought as he sat back down.

"The rules are simple. If you pass out you lose. Remember, you are fighting for your dreams and life so give it everything you've got. Without further ado I will announce the matches of the first round. When I am done the contestants of the first match will walk down to Ground Beta with me while the rest will stay here with Hoori. The first match will be between Haiiro Kousei and Tenken Suzuno. The second match is between Fūjin Nakano and Miku Sora. The third is Norio Kin and Anri Nadeshiko. Everyone here talks big so let's see if you have what it takes and back it up by crushing the hopes and dreams of your peers for the sake of your own goals. Good luck. You will need it," Otohime said.