1 - The author does not owns nor has any claim over My Hero Academia, its characters and situations. Tale for entertainment purposes only
2 - These will follow class 1-B to the point UA builds the dorms, no revelation whatsoever. However, If you consider revealing 1-B students quirks a Spoiler, please don't read. Thank you.
3 - Otherwise, Please enjoy. Thank you.
4 - Your opinion is more than welcomed
ENTRANCE EXAM
Juzo Honenuki finished brushing his teeth – a large part of his morning ritual, as people could see if something is stuck at any of them. – And walked to the silent kitchen, the usual his whole life. Here and there, notes of his parents saying they had to leave early or will arrive later. Because recording, night shift, villain attack, movie production running late, go to the nice neighbor lady, the sitter will arrive shortly, here's some lunch money, all interchangeable blocks of excuse and loneliness.
So, he went to his only friends: books and academic life. The only thing he could have for certain growing up was to have classes five or six days a week.
He finished eating, cleaning the kitchen and was about to go out for a jog, when he noticed the mail arriving.
He was – almost – in.
Honenuki was not expecting to hear Present Mic's voice so much in few days. First, the holographic disc welcoming him to the recommendation test, held much earlier than the regular one, to give the rejected kids time to enroll in other schools. In both the letter and now, Present Mic reminded the kids that they were not at UA yet.
The written test was a breeze. Honenuki even put one or to quotes there in the original English. Maybe someone will get impressed.
Now, a three-kilometer race. Would it be fair to the others to use his quirk and soften the ground? Present Mic said to use their quirks to go through obstacles, not to hurt the chance of the other partici…
Honenuki didn't finished his thoughts and half of the track became an ice mess.
He rushed, trying to make space for himself along four other kids on the remaining space.
It was then he and three others were knocked down by a gush of wind.
Right. No time for being nice. He rushed to the first obstacle, a brick wall, turning it so soft he went through it making a "splot" sound and making sure to harden it again once he was at the other side. Not the time to think about the loud noise of a body hitting the wall behind him.
Third place. Way after the first two, but maybe this does not hurt his chances too much. Catching his breath, he went to the vending machine for some water, reaching for the straw he always carries. Not easy to drink with no lips. After all the students went through the test, Present Mic was heard again:
"All right! If I call your number, follow me for the interview. The others, please go to the reception area to get your papers and instructions to try the regular admission, if you want. Two… seven…eight…"
Last year, the skull boy managed to get into a summer course for aspiring heroes at Scotland Yard, a mix of vacation trip and preparation for his desired career. Unlike most kids in similar situation, he didn't saw much of London. Honenuki actually used the time extracting the most of the teachers and environment. That's why he was able to catch tricks as:
"Third time."
Nezu, Aizawa (Eraser Head), Kan (Vlad King), Chuzenji (Recovery Girl) and Inui (Hound Dog), the academic interviewers, looked at the lad in front of them. Even with no lips, they could sense him smiling. Inui tried to cut his enthusiasm.
"Yes, we woof-woof asked the same question in three different ways. You'rooooooowwl not the first one to notice it, so don't think you're wooooooooowwwwtsmarting or impressing us. Answer"
Honenuki shoulders seemed to shrink.
"Y-yes, sensei. I think… I think one of the most important roles of a hero is to bring hope. People must know that, no matter how bad are things, there's a way out. Help is in the way. This… feeling alone can make people happy and…"
Now Honenuki was smiling. Really smiling, his eyes sparkling.
"That's why All Might says 'I am here', right? That's what he means."
Nezu wrote a couple of things down. Thinking and discovering things by yourself. That's more what we want, kid, he thought, adding in a normal voice
"Why you?"
"Sensei?"
"Why you should be this hero? Why not someone else? Why are you better than the other 40-and-so other recommended kids outside?"
"I don't know if I am better. Probably not. But… I am willing to do what I can to help peo…"
A photo was slide in the table in front of him. A body. A bloody body. A very bloody body in an uniform.
"Ginger Lieutenant." Informed Vlad King "She was killed by a gang of bank robbers while rescuing the hostages. But sorry interrupting you, you were talking about doing whatever it takes to save people…"
Honenuki did one of the most difficult things for him. He tried to cover his mouth. And look away.
"I… I…"
Nezu wrote down more. It seems cruel to show such picture to children, but heavens know how many pre-psychopaths they got with it. Kids who just made a smart remark at the gore, or answered right away, one or two who just smiled. It's normal to show fear and empathy, young Honenuki, he thought.
"Tell us about your biggest flaw."
That's why so few enter UA, thought Honenuki. No time to breath, let alone think.
After hours of this routine, the teachers looked at the papers scattered on the table, each of then a file of a possible student And got ready for another hour or so debating. After that.
"So, is this our final choice? Any strong opinion against them or for some kid we discarded?"
"Sometimes, is mind versus rooooof-foooofeart. This time, two minds versus two aaaarrroooooo guts. This Endeavour kid, grrrrrrrre hiding something. But I will not grow-grcut him due to that."
"And that Yoarashi" finished Recovery Girl "He has the worst possible characteristic on a hero: anger. But, since I believe we can work that out at school... write down I recognize his qualities, but my vote has reserves, Nezu."
"Noted. Anyone else?"
No one said a thing.
"So" the intelligent animal finished "We had just short of one hundred recommendations, brought 41 for the test, and will accept these four? Everyone agrees?" Another round of nods. "Right, Aizawa, first pick."
"Someone said finding a soldier is easy, but a general is very hard. And I think we have one here. This girl can be one of the best leaders of hero teams. Class 1-A asks for Momo Yaoyorozu."
Nezu typed her info down.
"Kan?"
Vlad King thought for a while. If he asks for Todoroki, his raw power alone could mean his kids would destroy 1-A. But Aizawa was right. There's no guarantee Class 1-B would have a good leader, someone capable of uniting the students. And he worked with the other kid's mother, Detective Honenuki, in the past. It's a good, respectable family.
"Juzo Honenuki for 1-B."
"I will go with Shoto Todoroki." Answered Aizawa.
"That means, Kan, Inasa Yoarashi's yours. That's it?" Nezu stretched, tired "Right, someone get Present Mic and let me pay a drink to everyone, we deserve after such day."
FIRST DAY
With quirks becoming more and more common, prejudice went on a fast decline. Even those with a regular human appearance were surrounded for people with every skin colour imaginable – and even some patterns. Not to mention those with animal heads, impossible body parts and so on. So, everyone learns since very early to accept the different.
Yes, there's no longer prejudice, but curiosity remains, noticed Itsuka Kendo. Here, a praying mantis. There, a girl with vines and thorns for hair. A guy with a yellow cylinder for a head. And the one's everyone circling and showering with questions, a guy with a bubble speech for a head.
"Everybody asks how I eat. I just go nhac, nom, nom, nom, gloob, gloob."
Those letters appeared on the room, making everyone hungrier on the spot. Followed by tons of surprise expressions "Dude!" "How do you do that?!" "What a quirk."
"With that, we're going to defeat Class 1-A, for sure." Said a blonde boy, almost jumping of joy.
"Huh… are we competing?" asked a kid with a face that reminded her of a skull.
"Sure. Listen, folks. We have a real opportunity here. Class 1-A is supposed to have the best on the admission exam, the ones with most potential, the top of the top. The spotlight is on them. What would happen if crush them? Beat them in every test, every trial, every fight? What one calls those who beat the best?"
"The… new best? Asked a short girl with hair over her eyes.
"Legends! But even new best will do. It will give us the best opportunities, the most media space, everything."
Kendo shook her head. She could not listen to that anymore. She looked at the blonde.
"Sorry… my name is Itsuka Kendo. You would be…?"
"Neito Monoma."
"Monoma, I was under the impression we were here to become heroes. Defeat villains. Rescue people. Fighting other classes are not any of those three. I think we should focus on that. If we became better than others while doing that, bonus, but this should not be our goal."
"Blah, blah, tell me, Kendo, who is the 21th top hero? The 15th? Ther…"
"That would be Death Arms." Said a chubby boy, who got an immediate angry look from Monoma "Oh, right. Rhetoric question."
"The point is, there's not space for everyone on the top charts. Do you know how many students we already beat to be here? I want to save people as a hero but, for that, I must be noticed as a student."
"And we will be noticed. Doing what is expected from us. First, it's not a competition if the other side is not aware of it. I doubt you talked with many people from 1-A in the half hour-"
"45 minutes." The same chubby kid opened his mouth again, just to regret it after receiving the look from Kendo.
"I doubt you talked with 1-A since the gates opened to now." She kept going "As heroes, we should avoid trouble and not go looking for…"
"Sit!" The imposing figure of Vlad King opened the door. Every student rushed to their places.
"My name is Sekijiro Kan. The Blood Hero Vlad King. I am your homeroom teacher. I want every one of you to raise up, tell your name, quirk and reason to be here to the others. Start at this end."
After everyone presentation, Kan pointed to the center of the room.
"Tetsutetsu."
"Yes, sensei!"
"The student at your right. Tell me her name and quirk."
"I… I… can't, sensei."
"Look at her! Now look at the student at your left. One day your life will be on their hands. One day, their lives will be in your hands. Villains will want to kill you. During natural disasters, mother nature itself will want to kill you. Heroes just have other heroes at their side. Everyone look at other student. Realize you need to be the best to save her or him. And you need them to be their best to save you." He pressed a remote, an image of a field full of kids in blue uniforms came to view.
"That's class 1-A. They are having series of tests. At the end of the day, based on those, Aizawa will expel one student. I prefer to use the whole week to do so. Friday, one of you will be out. So, make groups of five, you will properly introduce yourselves within the group."
This time, everyone took pencil and paper to write down the information others will gave.
Seeing everyone focused. Kan started to call:
"Don't start yet. Kuroiro!"
"Yes, Sensei."
"Open your history book. Page 16. Read that loud."
"Huh… yes, sensei" said the jet-black lad
"Tsuburaba!"
"Yes, Sensei."
"Same thing, page 14." Pressing the remote again, scenes of police cars with sirens blaring invaded the classroom. "Tokage!"
"Yes, Sensei."
"What's your favorite musical group?"
"It's…"
"Sing their biggest hit. Loud! And now that you have a taste of the real environment heroes work on" shouted Kan above the noise "You can introduce yourselves. Ten minutes. Go! The ones I called will only stop reading or singing during their presentations."
Kendo made a big effort to fitter all the noise. That's UA, all right.