We're all striving to become Heroes that society can be proud of. Heroes that the public can trust. We are like the mythical phoenix, soaring up out of the ashes of the fallen Pro Heroes, those like All Might and Endeavor. We are the Generation Rising.

"Hey! Akio, wait up!"

Keoko Shimizu ran up to her best friend, her book bag swinging wildly in one hand. As always her scarf dragged on the ground at her feet, looking as if it could trip her at any moment. Her bright blue hair tangled as the breeze blew it high into the sky as she raised her free hand to wave at him.

Debating a moment on if he really wanted to acknowledge that he actually heard her or not, Akio Saito sighed and gave in. He stopped, waiting patiently. She would join him in a moment, if that ridiculous scarf didn't trip her. It had actually tripped him plenty of times for him to have grown a healthy dislike for it. He would never tell her that.

Keoko took several deep breaths as she skidded to a halt beside him. She waved a few times as if she wanted to speak.

"You...have...really...long...legs," she huffed, fanning herself with one hand.

"You're short," Akio pointed out dryly, ignoring the fact that he indeed have what could be described as really long legs.

"You are just tall," Keoko accused, pointing a finger up at him.

In response, Akio simply arched an eyebrow, staring down at her.

"Don't look at me like that." Keoko rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go study!"

Aiko held up the two books clutched to his chest, drawing her attention to them. "I'm ready if you are." He often wondered how exactly they had become friends but couldn't figure out anything past her deciding she wanted to be his friend and refusing to let him consider another option. It was fine. His mother often told him to actually talk to people other than himself.

"I bet it will be easy for you to pass the entry tests," Keoko rattled, keeping the conversation up by herself. "You're so smart, plus your quirk is pretty strong."

Aiko grunted, though he didn't really need to. Keoko was able to have a conversation with herself easily.

"It's a good thing you're helping me with the written part of the test, I'd be pretty lost without you," Keoko chatted as they rounded the corner leading to their Junior High School. "My quirk's okay, and I think they would like it, but I'd definitely have to pass that written one to get in, I mean you have to be smart and strong."

Aiko grunted again, taking out a water bottle and getting a drink from it. He wasn't worried. They would be fine. Of course they would be.

"To think, both of us going to apply for U.A.!" Keoko squealed, shaking his arm. "It will be so fun!"

At that, Aiko made a face. Fun wasn't something he would describe U.A., not from what his siblings had told him of their own time there.

"Boy aren't you in a mood today," Keoko said, noticing his face immediately. "Okay, not that this 'mood' isn't your usual moody self, but you don't have to make a face about applying to U.A."

"I'm not moody," Aiko protested, though it wasn't a true protest but more of just something to say. He was and he knew it, if only between her and his siblings, he couldn't think he was anything else.

Keoko burst out laughing. "That's funny!" she giggled, calming down a little.

Rolling his eyes, Aiko huffed a sigh in response.

"Can you believe it?" Keoko squealed. "Five more days!"

Aiko held up his books again. "That's why we need to be studying."

"Right, right," Keoko's scarf pulled the door open to the study hall.

Cursing as his toe found the edge of the door, Aiko ducked his head slightly to get inside.

"You are so tall," Keoko grinned, swinging her books back and forth as she swept her gaze over the study hall.

Finding a table, she sat down, plopping her books down on the table. Grabbing one of her bag she flipped it open, waiting for him.

"I know," Aiko muttered, taking to a chair. He really disliked being this tall but his parents were six five and six seven respectively so he hadn't been able to escape it.

"You'll be so cool," Keoko flipped through the pages. "You have a lot of hero advantages when you're tall."

Aiko let her prattle, opening one of his own books and getting a notebook out as well, laying both on the table.

"U.A." Keoko said dreamily.

"Come on, Aiko!" Keoko clapped her hands together. "Its on, its on, its on!"

Aiko made a mhmm sound as he set down beside her. Rare interest had his blue eyes lit up.

"Look! It's the new students!" Keoko squealed. "They all look so cool!"

Not saying anything, Aiko watched, eyes narrowed carefully in concentration as he tried to figure out where his brother was. He had to be there somewhere.

"I want to go there someday." Keoko stared dreamy eyed at the screen.

"We will," Aiko murmured, smirking when he saw familiar purple hair. There he was.

"That's the spirit!" Keoko cheered. "Plus Ultra!"

"I'm so hungry," Keoko whined, face-planting into her book.

Aiko didn't look up from his own book, not bothering to reply until she had decided on a course of action to take.

"Fine." Keoko gave up after several more moments. "B. I choose, B."

"You got it right," Aiko said, finally looking up from his book. In truth he didn't need it. His parents and the siblings who were already heroes had drilled this information into him from a young age. However, he knew it didn't hurt to have a refresher and besides, it helped Keoko out.

"Really?" Keoko looked up. "Does this mean I can eat?"

Aiko nodded, pushing his study materials to the side. A break did sound good.

"Yes!" Keoko sprang to her feet.

Sighing, Aiko stood up as well, cursing softly when he kneed the underneath of the table in his attempts. Her enthusiasm was always something else.

"I'm thinking some pork dumplings," Keoko grinned. "Don't they sound good?"

"Delicious," Aiko murmured, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He was hungry now that she had mentioned that.

Keoko packed her books, swinging the bag over her back, "Then let's go!"

Shaking his head, Aiko led her to the door, holding it open for her. Pork dumplings really did sound good.

Takeshi Saito waved the license in front of his brother proudly. His short purple hair was spiked and he had his hero costume on.

"It's official, you can start calling me, Tsunami," he said proudly.

Aiko was staring at it with wide blue eyes. "Tsunami," he agreed. He was very proud of his big brother. He knew he would be an awesome hero.

"Boy, was it hard to get these provisional licenses," Takeshi laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Especially since we were in the shadows of that Class A. It takes being attacked by villains to make you famous you know. But we made our mark."

Aiko couldn't seem to stop staring at the license that his brother was holding. Of course he had seen one before...several in fact. Takeshi was only the third oldest. However, despite this, it was different. Maybe because while Aiko loved all his siblings, he worshiped this brother. "I'm going to get one," he said firmly.

Takeshi grinned proudly, "I'm sure you will!"

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