Okay, so I read over Magnet's Review because they were nice enough to leave a constructive review and I've changed a few things around. Here's my thought process as of right now - I think Todoroki would've gone to school as a child (even if his father is an actual psycho), so this is where he would've met Mirai (also because it's law for the child to go to school, so I'm going to assume he would've gone to school and come home to abuse and it would've been this constant cycle and that's how he day would've gone).

However, (and I'm going to ruin a bit of the back story now, so have mercy) when the abuse started (when he was 5) then I feel like as he stopped talking, she would've began to speak more and kind of never let up on it, you know? She was friends with a completely different boy before he turned 5 and I think a part of her never wanted to let that go, you know?

Anyways, I've already written 131 pages, so changing the WHOLE plot is a bit extreme because then it's basically rewriting everything and...ya girl is not down for such a task right now. HOWEVER, I am changing things a bit - hoping he won't be completely OOC, you know? So he's back to his speaking less and his not friendly attitude.

Yes? Does this sound okay?

Let me know! We might need to wait a couple chapters to see if we actually like what's going on, but ya...cool...

Kimura

I sat down in the last seat by the wall. To my surprise, the chairs were as comfy as they looked. Other students had already started to file into the class – these were all students that I had never met before. Some were rowdy, some were quiet and others were relatively normal. The overwhelming excitement in me was all I could think about though, so conversation was not my priority at the moment. I pulled out my phone and looked at my screensaver. The picture of my grandmother and myself brought a smile to my face. The photo was taken at an event that we had to go to for my mother. My grandmother and I were standing in front of a white wall wearing our fancy attire. My grandmother was smiling at the camera as I leaned up to kiss her cheek.

"Rai." My head turned at the sound of my familiar nickname.

"You're finally here, Sho." The familiar red and white haired boy sat down beside me. With a sigh, he took off his backpack and placed it on the ground next to him. "Sorry, I got here before you even though I asked for us to walk over together." I apologized as I rubbed the back of my next.

"It's fine." Shoto said. I began to rub the back of my neck as I replied,

"I was just so excited to get here." Shoto shook his head at my answer. He knew how I was feeling. "You should've seen my mother! She was more excited than me last night, but don't worry I won't get too excited to the point where I'm not thinking straight. I know that no one likes it when that happens."

"It's bothersome." Shoto's eyes closed as he said that. I smiled at him as my head tilted to the left slightly.

"Yes yes, I know." I replied. My attention gravitated towards the front of the class where the door was. Standing there was the keener, Iida Tenya, the green haired kid, Midoriya Izuku and a brown haired girl I hadn't met yet. The three were looking at the ground. I got out of my seat to see if I could see past them, but I was out of luck, so I sat back down.

"Do you know what's going on?" I asked Shoto, even though he didn't seem interested in the least.

"Not a clue." He answered. Then a man with shaggy black hair, stubble that shows that he doesn't care about his appearance who was wearing dark green clothes with some sort of cloth wrapped around his neck walked in.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Nice to meet you." The teacher announced himself and walked into the room, but shock and confusion rolled through my mind as I looked at him. "It's kind of sudden, but" Mr. Aizawa pulled out a blue, white and red jumpsuit from his sleeping bag to show to the class. "put this on and go out to the field.

As the class began to move to the change rooms, I found that I had been separated from Shoto. I looked around and saw that I was now with all the girls in the class. I took in a breath of confidence and looked to the girl to my right. She had long black hair, similar to my own, but it was tied up in a high pony. Her hair spiked up at the ends and looked like a weapon. She was taller than me, but I was used to people being taller than me. I decided that she would be the person I would try to befriend.

"This seems very unorthodox for the first day." I commented to her. She looked at me and smiled.

"I agree, but I expect nothing else from U.A. I'm Yaoyorozu Momo." She introduced herself.

"I'm Kimura Mirai. Nice to meet you." As we walked into the change room we ended up using lockers beside one another and continued our conversation.

"What was the practical exam like?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"I wouldn't know. I got here through recommendation." I shrugged my shoulders as I began to change my clothes.

"Me too! Looks like we'll understand each other better than. What's your quirk?"

"That's something you'll find out." I winked at her as I zipped up my jumpsuit. "You ready?" Yaoyorozu smiled and nodded her head as she finished her jumpsuit. We walked out together to the field and stood beside one another. As the rest of the class came out and joined us I made eye contact with Shoto. I winked at him with a small smile on my face before looking towards our teacher.

"We will be doing a Quirk assessment test." Mr. Aizawa announced.

"A Quirk assessment test?!" Everyone practically said in unison. No one knew what that was since this was never done in regular schools.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" The brown haired girl from earlier asked.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events." Mr. Aizawa answered as he turned away from us. "U.A's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That's how the teachers run their classes." He turned around to look at us as he continued to speak. "You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right?" Mr. Aizawa showed us his phone screen, so we could see the names of all the physicals tests we used to do in school. "Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks. It's not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating. Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right? In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?" The light blonde haired boy answered the teacher with,

"67 meters."

"Then, try doing it with your Quirk." We all looked at Mr. Aizawa with a surprised look. He handed a softball to Bakugo and we watched him walk up to the circle on the ground. "You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry up. Give it all you've got."

"Then, well…" Bakugo stretched his arm. He placed his foot on the ground and brought his arm back. "Die!" He yelled as he threw the ball and a trail of fire followed behind it.

"Saying 'die' sounds a little aggressive." I whispered to Yaoyorozu. She silently laughed to herself.

"Know your maximum first. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." Mr. Aizawa raised his phone and we saw that Bakugo's ball landed 705.2 meters away from us. A gasp was heard throughout the whole group.

"I think I'm going to have some fun with this." I said with a smile on my face as I cracked my fingers by placing my thumb on the joints and pushing down.

"It looks fun, huh? You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time? Alright." Mr. Aizawa smiled to himself. "Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

"Huh?!" The whole class was surprised by his statement. I began to look at my competition and took in that most of these kids got in through the exam, so I was hoping that, with my recommendation, I would not be the first to be expelled.

"We're free to do what we want with the circumstances of our students. Welcome to U.A's hero course." Mr. Aizawa evilly smiled at us. A smirk played on my lips as I looked at him. I was ready for a challenge.

"Wow, Kimura! So your Quirk is electricity?" Yaoyorozu and I were walking out of the school building together as we held our backpack straps.

"Nope. It's lightning." I answered.

"Wait, Kimura!" Yaoyorozu and I stopped in our tracks as we turned around and saw one of our new classmates run up to us. He was the boy with blonde hair that had a black lightning bolt in it. His Quirk was electricity.

"Hi…uh…" I couldn't remember the blonde's name.

"Kaminari Denki." He introduced himself again.

"Ah yes. What's up, Kaminari?" I asked the boy.

"I wanted to ask you about your Quirk. I remember hearing you say it was lightning base, but we never got to talk about it. I thought our Quirks were similar." He explained.

"That's a common misconception." I answered. "However, my Quirk is more refined. You specialize in using the electricity in your body, right?" Kaminari nodded his head. "I pull electricity from sources around me, from myself and from others." I explained.

"From others?" Yaoyorozu asked. I nodded my head as I looked at her.

"So we have electrical currents running through our brains, right? If I pay close attention then I can sense that electricity. I'm really bad at that though, so that's what I'm improving most on with my Quirk." I clarified with her.

"So…I guess we're not the same." Kaminari stated. I snapped my fingers.

"Bingo!"

"Rai." I heard the familiar nickname being called. I looked over to see Shoto walking past my little group. His hands were in his pockets as he continued to look forward.

"Sorry guys, I have to get going. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I waved goodbye to my two new friends as I quickly went and caught up with Shoto. Once I got into stride with him I looked out towards the sky. "Today was a good first day."

"I guess." Shoto said.

"Come on, Sho! We had so much fun with that assessment. I'm not surprised that you were one of the fastest in class." I nudged his arm with my elbow. "I did okay. I have a lot more training I need to do in order to keep up with you though." I smiled up at him.

"We're better at different things." Shoto plainly stated. I sighed as I looked up at the sky.

"I guess so, I mean, I'm better than you at socializing, huh?" I looked at the boy beside me and he didn't say anything, but that was something I was used to. So I continued to speak as we walked like I always did. I would speak and I would think that Shoto was listening. Whether or not he was – I never really knew, but a part of me always hoped for it.

So...what we thinking? More like Todoroki? Can we deal with the changes?