Prologue
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In a world where small genetic mutations led to humans being born with superhuman abilities called "Quirks", individuals have began to incorporate these powers into their daily routines. With the rise of such powers, humans grew too used to them and some were led astray. The rise of villainous behaviour gave birth to a brand new profession: heroism. With these selfless individuals protecting civilians, it gave way to a lot of little boys' and girls' dreams of being superheroes. Thus, academies have been built to give way for aspiring students and shape them into the next generation heroes.
A couple of days after the U.A.'s first school day for the new first years, one of these aspiring future hero starts to get ready for school. With her uniform on, and her school bag in her hand she began to make her way out of her house, however, her face did not convey the excitement she should've been feeling for her first day of school.
"Daichi, Chiharu, let's get going I'll drop you both off," the father of the rather large family, put on his shoes on the porch and walked out of the house with a solemn look on his face. Following him, were an older girl, and an older boy, both in their high school uniforms.
"Take care, Chiharu, Daichi." The young girl said, as she mustered a small smile to see her older siblings out.
"Yeah."
"Ciao."
With dry responses, the siblings walked out the door, and the sound of the family car's engine could be heard outside the house, exiting the garage.
"Aira, take your allergy pump!" This time, it was her younger sibling who walked up to her, dressed in his middle school uniform to hand her a blue pump.
"Thanks, you really saved me. Wouldn't want to mess the classroom up on the first day." A small smile, and rather awkward chuckle accompanied her response.
"Whatever. Mum said to take care of your own things next time." With that, the young boy walked back inside the dining room. With somewhat of a heavy heart, Aira heaved a sigh and left the house.
It was springtime, which meant people with pollen allergies weren't able to enjoy the warmer weather as much as others. Due to her quirk, her allergies were somewhat of an inconvenience to those around her, so when necessary, she chose to wear a regular white surgical mask to cut the exposure to allergens. It was somewhat earlier than a usual school day at U.A. would be, but since she missed the first few days of school, it was necessary for her to go to see her homeroom teacher at the teaching office first.
Once she arrived at the academic campus, her eyes widened at how large the campus truly was. The last time she came for her entrance exams, the school was packed with a large number of exam takers. She wasn't able to take in just how amazing the school building was then. Since she made it into school rather early this morning, the campus was pretty empty apart from a handful of older students that could be seen slowly making their way into the building.
Despite being an extremely large building, U.A. was laid out so that it was pretty straightforward to navigate through. She was able to get to the teacher's lounge in no time through the empty hallways. But when standing in front of the large grey door, she couldn't help but remember that every teacher inside that very room was a Pro Hero: someone she aspired to be. The feeling of unease and disappointment she felt leaving her house was replaced by the feeling of nervousness and anticipation of being able to meet her role models. Feeling her heart beat beginning to quicken, it took some courage to knock on the door and wait for a response.
The door was opened by a rather tall, muscular man in a dark red hero costume who towered over her. He was slightly tan with short grey hair, and his intense gaze felt intimidating, but at the same time there was something rather cool about it.
"I'm a new student. I'm supposed to be joining class 1-A, but I was ill and missed my first two days."
"Oh, so you must be in Aizawa's class." He points at a desk further down the room, with something like an overgrown, yellow cocoon in front of it. It took her a few seconds to realise that the hero in front of her was the Blood Hero: Vlad King, but she didn't recall hearing about a peculiar yellow cocoon hero before. "Aizawa, it's your student. Wake up."
Vlad King escorted her into the room, and the unmoving yellow cocoon began to squirm in its seat. The sound of a zipper being unzipped could be heard from the other end of the room, and from the cocoon emerged a rather scruffy looking man, with long, unkept black hair and a scruffy beard. His clothes too were rather mediocre in comparison to some of the hero costumes she's seen before. At that moment she thought that this wasn't how metamorphosis worked, expecting someone less shabby looking to emerge from the sleeping bag.
"Take a chair from that desk and sit down." Aizawa ordered, in a rather low, sleepy voice. Judging someone by their first impressions wasn't exactly hero-like, but this teacher looked like he'd rather just go back to sleep. But then again, wanting to spend a whole day in bed was understandable.
"I'm sorry for missing the first two days of school."
"You phoned in, so it's alright. Besides, you didn't miss anything too important." Aizawa scratched his head as he was more concerned about something else, other than her skipping a few days. "You almost didn't make it into the school because of your application form, despite your score on the entrance exam. You were lucky the Principal let it slide despite the objections from some of the teachers here."
"Yes, I'm aware. I'm extremely grateful to have been accepted. I'll be sure to thank him." Aira didn't know what else to expect. Of course, she was lucky that Principal Nezu made an exception and let her enrol despite her difficult circumstances.
"Your parents allowed you to attend until the sports festival coming up soon. But if you don't win, you will be forced to drop out. You may want to become a hero, but you're still a minor, so we have to abide with what your parents want. Therefore, until the sports festival, you will remain a temporary student in my class. The school has made an exception for you since you also provided a recommendation from a retired Pro Hero, but we will have to keep this a secret from the students. They'll find it unfair if the school accepted someone who might drop out in term one."
Aizawa stood up, and with his yellow sleeping bag in one hand, he headed towards the door of the teaching office.
"If you understand, follow me. Work hard, and prove to the teachers here that our Principal made the right choice by accepting you into U.A." Despite his somewhat cold facade, and his roughish looks, her teacher's words sounded like words of encouragement, but also a warning. Aizawa knew how talented his new batch of students were. There were a few black sheep here and there, and most of the students needed polishing, but nonetheless, the past two days were more than enough time for him to understand how much potential his students had. They were all diamonds in the rough, and he was set on polishing them all over the course of the next three years.
Aira followed Aizawa to his classroom, and just by standing outside she could hear how boisterous the class truly was. The people in this room were from the hero course from U.A., the best hero school in the country. The kinds of students that would be inside the room were beyond her imagination. Part of her still wanted to keep her mask on as a sense of security, but she knew removing the white surgical mask was the right thing to make a good first impression on her fellow peers. After all, if she was lucky in the future, she'd be working alongside a lot of the individuals inside the classroom.
After stuffing the mask into her grey blazer pocket, she followed her teacher inside the room. Noticing an unfamiliar face, the noisy class quickly fell dead silent. Aira was about average height for a Japanese girl, and had a lean figure. Her long, black hair was tied up into buns on top of her head, with a couple of stray hairs framing her face. Despite all the eyes looking straight at her, she tried to keep a calm, friendly smile and gazed back at them with her dark brown eyes.
"You were all wondering why there was an extra desk in the classroom." Aizawa broke the extended silence, "This is your classmate. She had a flu, so she missed the past couple of days. Go on, introduce yourself, kid!" Aizawa, propped himself back into his sleeping bag, once his duty as a homeroom teacher was done, and zipped it up halfway.
"I'm Aira Kazehaya." There were a dozen of introductions she practiced back at home, but she was too nervous to remember them. As a result, her self-introduction came out sounding rather monotonous, something she wanted to avoid at all costs.
"Does anyone have any questions?" Aizawa noticed her stiffness, and offered to a helping hand to his hopeless new addition to the class. A friendly looking girl with a pinkish hue to her skin raised her hand in response.
"What's your quirk?"
That's what it was. She forgot to introduce her quirk. The atmosphere in the class was rather warm, and it wasn't as tense and competitive as she initially thought.
"I can produce wind." She said, as she smiled back at the girl who eased her nerves. Now that she was comfortable enough, she filled the room with a small, but noticeable breeze, similar to a summer's breeze.
"Ah, so you're like a wind turbine, or an AC!" A boy with orangey-blonde hair, with a black lightening shaped streak commented in a mischievous tone. The class found a chance to laugh at the class clown's comment, and Aira joined them with a small chuckle of her own.
"Well, kinda."
"Okay kids, settle down. We're going to start homeroom." Aizawa interrupted the lively bunch. "New kid, go take a seat."