Disclaimer:
I don't own anything in the "My Hero Academia" world, but I do enjoy it!
Starting high school is hard, starting a high school focused on making heroes is terrifying.
Orora Yamada is determined to make her and her friends dreams' a reality.
Today was the day, I took a deep breath as I stood at the entrance of U.A. high school. This was the beginning of the rest of my life, the day I would take my first step toward being a hero. I had waited my entire life for this, and couldn't believe it was finally here.
I closed my eyes and clenched my fidgeting fingers, while taking my first steps onto the school grounds. Watching the other students file in around me made the whole thing more real. Unfortunately the magical feeling of the day was quickly muddled. No one seemed to notice me and I got jumbled around in the crowd. I groaned quietly to myself, wishing I had grown even one cm taller in middle school. Standing at a measly 148 cm I was bound to be the shortest person in my class; my head hung loosely at the thought.
I eventually managed to fight my way threw the crowds and found my classroom, 1-A. Thankfully, all the doors in the school were large enough that I had no trouble distinguishing them, even with the other students blocking a majority of my view. Standing in front of my future classroom made all the unease I had felt earlier multiply tenfold.
I had gotten so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even notice a person walking up behind me.
"Um, excuse me," a voice squeaked out, "are you in this class as well?"
I jumped a bit at the sudden break in my thoughts. "Yeah, I am," my arms came together at my middle, "I'm just a little nervous. It's a big day, you know?" I quickly stepped aside allowing him access to the door. "Sorry if I was in the way." I raised my eyes to meet the boy that stood before me, marveling a the green hue in his eyes and hair.
"No, no," his eyes widened as he failed his arms and stuttered, "it's just well, today is the first and all and, well, I guess I'm a bit nervous as well." His face formed into a slight grimace before being quickly being replaced by a smile. "I'm Izuku Midoryia, sorry if I scared you."
I smiled back at him and brought my hand forward to shake his. "It's fine, I'm Orora Yamada, it's a pleasure to meet a fellow classmate." Our hands dropped back to our side and my attention was once again focused on the door.
"Yamada, that name sounds kind of familiar," Midoryia said his voice thoughtful.
"I guess we should join the rest of our class." I said in an attempt to change the conversation. He quickly brought his eyes to mine and nodded his head.
This is it, was the only thought going threw my mind as Midoryia opened the door. We made our way in and I was almost surprised at how normal it looked. I quickly bolted past Midoryia to find a seat, and quickly settled in around the middle of the room. After I had gotten situated my eyes made their way back to Midoryia. I was glad to see he appeared to have made friends with a girl with short brown hair.
My eyes left the boy and continued to wander around the classroom. Some of the students had more noticable quirks than others. One, for example, was simply a floating girls uniform. The anxiety I had felt earlier had quickly turned to excitement at the realization that I was a part of this group. I couldn't wait to see what their quicks enabled them to do. I felt like nothing could ruin this moment, until a new voice broke me from my thoughts.
"If you're here to socialize, then get out." I'd know that voice anywhere and quickly let out a quiet groan. I looked toward the door and saw that I was correct in my assumption, as a man wrapped in a sleeping bag stood in the doorway. He unzipped the bag and slowly began to slip out, like a butterfly escaping its cocoon.
"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?"
"Of course it's him," I whispered to myself. His eyes seemed to meet mine almost instantly causing me to quickly look down toward my desk.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you." His voice was the same monotone as usual. "You'll call me Mr. Aizawa, are we clear?" Once again his eyes seemed to be on me.
To the others in the classroom it probably seemed like a redundant statement, but I've known Shota, sorry, Mr. Aizawa, for my entire life. My cousin, Hizashi Yamada, better known as Present Mic, had gone to school with him. When they were younger Hizashi got stuck babysitting me and he always seemed to drag Mr. Aizawa with him. I don't remember much of it, but apparently I loved him and used to climb all over him. Honestly, the whole thing is a little embarrassing now.
Aizawa raised his hand holding a uniform, "Quickly now. Change into you gym clothes and head out to the grounds."
I quickly grabbed my pack and went to stand only to get elbowed in the face. "Ow," I mumbled, failing back in my seat with my hand covering my nose.
"Oh, no, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. I didn't hurt you, did I?" The words seemed to fly out of the girls mouth, not that I could see her. In front of me a floating uniform appeared to be shaking. "I'm Toru Hagakure, are you okay?" The voice sounded again.
I uncovered my nose before smiling, "I'm fine, honest." I placed my hand before me, "my name is Orora Yamada, it's nice to meet you!" An invisible hand grabbed mine, it was a weird thing to feel my hand wrapped around something that couldn't be seen.
"It's good to meet you too!" Her voice was very cheerful, I was happy to know I would get along with at least two of my classmates.
"Hey, we'd better hurry if we want to make a good impression on our teacher," a new voice joined our conversation. "I'm Mina Ashido, it's nice to meet you Yamada." The pink girl smiled toward me as I stood.
"Same to you." The three of us made our way to the door to receive our gym clothes from Aizawa before making our way to the locker rooms.
"I wonder what we are going to be doing," Ashido said as we changed into our new uniforms.
"I don't know, but I thought today would focus on introductions and things like that," I replied. "I was really worried about it too," I stood waiting for the two girls to finish getting their shoes on, "I hate talking in front of crowds, but this feels more like a gym class. That's not nearly as bad." I laughed.
"How are you going to be a hero if your afraid of talking in front of crowds?" Hagakure's uniform faced toward me.
"Honestly," I started pulling my maroon colored hair into a high bun, "I always just assumed I'd grow out of it eventually."
"Well you have three years," Ashido stood up next to us, "I'm sure you'll get over it by then. Let's head outside with the others." Hagakure and I nodded along following Ashido to the rest of our class.
"Our teacher is a little weird, don't you think?" I don't think I'll ever get used to air talking to me.
"Yeah, he isn't exactly what I was expecting," Ashido whispered as we made it to the rest of our class. "But, maybe he's better than he looks!"
I kept my head down silently agreeing with them. Aizawa teaching here I knew and expected, but I never thought he'd be my homeroom teacher. I raised my eyes toward him and fought to get to the front of the crowd of students. I looked to my left and was surprised to see someone shorter than me. A bit of happiness shot threw me, after years of being the shortest I was taller than another person. I small giggle made its way threw my lips in realization that it was a boy.
"Today we will be doing a test of your quirks." Aizawa's voice caused a murmur to spread threw the class.
"What about the entrance ceremony," the girl Midoryia spoke with earlier exclaimed, "or guidance sessions?!"
Mr. Aizawa continued his blank stare, if that was me asking I'm sure he'd have rolled his eyes. "No time to waste on stuff like that if you want to become heros." My classmates grew quiet, "U.A. is known for its 'freestyle' educational system. That applies to us teachers as well."
Of course it does, I thought to myself. His speech continued to inform us that we would be doing some typical gym class exercises. The kicker being we would all be able to use our quirks to help us on these tests. Smiles and grins grew on a number of students' faces, mine included. I may not have the most interesting quirk but it's sure to help me out on a few of the exercises.
My quirk isn't the strongest, and I don't have the best control over it, but I am proud of it. It's a little similar to my cousins, he's basically just really loud. He's caused a couple blown eardrums to burst in his life, both on purpose and accident. Mine works in a similar way, however, I don't need to talk or make noises for it to work.
I can control the sound waves around me. It's easiest to control by moving my hands in the direction I want. I can cause sounds loud enough to move or break objects. It hard to control, but I've gotten better the past few 's evolved a bit over the past few years, making it have a resemblance to my mothers quirk.
My mother's quirk allows her to control others, which is much more powerful than what I can do. My quirk lets me change a person's emotions depending on the sound waves I send toward them. Unfortunately, I've only been able to do on purpose once. It's still a work in progress.
I heard a thumping sound and felt a bit of pain on the back of my head.
"Pay attention Orora." I guess Aizawa caught me zoning,and decided to use his scarf to hit my head. "Now, like I was saying. These test will be used to help us gauge your limits. Bakugo," he Aizawa threw a tennis ball at a boy with hair so blonde it looked almost white. "How far could you throw in junior high?"
The boy, Bakugo, had a smug look across his face, "sixty-seven meters."
"Great," Aizawa motioned for him to step in the throwing circle. "Try it with you quirk. Do whatever you need, just stay in the circle." Bakugo did some basic arm stretches before coming into a pitcher's stance.
"DIE!" he screamed as a loud explosion came from his hand. The ball flew forward at least 600 meters before falling.
"It's important for us to know our limits," Aizawa turned his machine toward us, it read 705.2 meters. "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heros you'll be." Everyone around me started talking again. We've never been able to use our quirks like this before. A surge of excitement burst through me, I could almost hear my heart beating in my chest.
"It won't be all fun and games." Our excitement dropped as we dreaded to hear what came next. "The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless and will be expelled." A mixture of emotions crossed the students' faces.
Some continued to show excitement in being able to test their quirk against their peers. Others, like me, were afraid that their quirk may not be enough to keep them in U.A. causing a quick end to their dreams. My arms moved in front of me, and my hands clasped together visibly quivering.
"Welcome, this is the hero course at U.A high!" Aizawa's voice boomed over me, and my anxiety multiplied as I feared for my future.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," I turned to see Ashido behind me, "let's just do our best."
Her reassurance sent a surge of calmness threw me, "thank you." I nodded my head toward her and brought my fidgeting hands to my side, gripping tightly. I stared forward. She was right, this would be the beginning of my career as a hero.
Author's Note (July 6, 2018):
I haven't written anything in a while and suddenly felt the urge today. I plan on updating weekly, so I'll see you guys next Friday!