Chapter 1
Klavdiya's P.O.V
Today is my first day at U.A. Academy. It's the most prestigious school with the best hero course there is. Luckily for me I got in on recommendation, I'm not sure I could have passed the entrance exam on my own merits. I still need a lot of training with my quirk before I can hold a candle to any of the other students who got in. The only reason I got in is because everyone thinks I'm really Endeavor's daughter. I'm originally from Russia but I can't stand my parents, who are part of the Mafia if I might add, so when I came to Japan for the foreign exchange program at my school I never went back. My quirk is so similar to Shoto's that no one notices. Shoto is my brother, well adopted I suppose. He's Endeavor's son, but he treats me like I really am one of the family. Which I mean I am, but I mean he treats me like a blood sister. We are the same age so it's like we were twins. I'm so relieved that he's going to U.A. with me. I'm not going to know anyone there so at least with him there I won't be the odd one out again. Shoto is the only one of my new siblings that actually like me. They all hate me for some unknown reason. Shoto tells me to ignore them but it still bothers me.
I'm extra nervous today. I keep fidgeting at the uniform we had to get. It's a grey blazer with blue/green stripes on the neck and sleeves. The skirt matches the stripe color with a lot of pleats. My favorite part is the red tie that goes with it. Red is my favorite color after all. I was having so much trouble getting it on that Shoto had to help me when he was on his way down to the kitchen for breakfast. I should have been ready five minutes ago, but I keep finding something else wrong with my hair. I've left it down and put it up. The first day of school is so important. It sets the tone for how everyone sees you. I decided to leave my hair down, braid my bangs, and pull it behind my ear.
"Diya! Let's go you're going to make us late." Shoto yells up the stairs as he's getting his shoes on, ready to go out the door. I always seem to be running late. I steal one last glance at the mirror to make sure I look presentable as I grab my bag and run down the stairs to meet him.
"I'm com- " I ran straight into Endeavor. He rounded the bottom of the stairs right as I was flying down. He almost knocked me down in the process.
"What did I tell you about running in the house Klavdiya?" Endeavor turns to face me with a stern look. He hates any kind of rough-housing indoors, but I didn't really have a choice.
"I'm sorry, but we're going to be late. I had to hurry." I'm trying to pass him to put my shoes on, but he doesn't budge. He just stares with that disappointed look he always seems to have when it comes to me and Shoto.
"I don't care if the building is burning to the ground! You will not run in this house. Do you understand me Klavdiya?" He knows I hate being called by my whole name, that's why he never calls me by my nick name. He thinks if he does stuff like this that I'll respect him more and never stand up to him.
"Yes sir…" I mumble as I squeeze past him to my shoes. "Sorry I'm made us late, let's just go." I nod toward Shoto as I make my way out the door without another word and on we went.
The walk was pretty quiet. Neither of us usually know what to say after a run in with the Pops. It's nothing I'm not use to anymore. I've been in Japan for five years now. Five years of learning how to cope with Endeavor's more hateful and spiteful side. Once during my first year here I saw him set the table on fire because the noodles were under cooked. Talk about over dramatic but what can you do? It's stuff like that, that's why Shoto and I are so close now. After things like that would happen we would go up to his room and for a moment just sit in silence. Then we would start replaying the scenario again and again until we were crying and bent over in laughter. Sometimes it was the only thing that got me through the day.
Before I know I we're at the front gates of the school. I pause for a moment in awe, just taking in the sight of the glorious school. The building is huge with what seems to be a thousand windows. There are students everywhere but it's obvious that there are fewer than if we were to be attending the average high school. With an acceptance rate of only 2% the number of students is severely decreased. Shoto tugs on my arm in a nudge to keep moving. He doesn't like when I lollygag, but it's hard not to stop in the presence of such opportunity. Attending this school is almost a requirement if you want to become a pro hero someday. All Might himself is a U.A. graduate. He's the number one hero, and the pillar of justice. No one can compare to him, not even Endeavor who is the number two hero. With one more nudge from Shoto I snap out of my mind clutter and back to reality. I pull my schedule out and again I'm lucky to be in the same class as Shoto, class 1-A.