So I had a fleeting moment of a concept for this story and then I pictured this one scene in it, and then another, and then another, and finally I was like "OK, let's do it, let's stay up until 6:30am because Shoto Todoroki deserves happiness." Refer to my note at the bottom but I'm currently re-editing the early chapters that have some errors in them in between updates, so bear with the minor grammar and punctuation errors sorry! Some of the minor storyline issues can't be fixed, but the quality gets better in later chapters (I swear).

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Acadamia, I just own my OC character.

Character Profile: Mirai Himori

Appearance: Blue eyes, long blue hair worn in high pigtails, fine features. (See cover picture.)

Quirk: Foresight – She can see potential visions of the future and base her decisions on which future to take. Her visions are clearer and more distinct the closer they are to the current time.

Affiliation: U.A. High School Hero Class 1A

Height: 148cm

Birthday: November 1st

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Chicken Karaage (by the boatload)

Foresight: The Knowing Hero

Chapter One: It begins.

The hallways of U.A. High School were eerily silent as I made my way through them. My footsteps echoed down the corridor in time with my rapid heartbeat and I took a deep breath, hoping it would calm me down.

I was late. I was late and it was the first day of school.

Perfect.

I could almost see my mother laughing at me in my mind's eye. Of all the people to end up late due to unforeseen events, I was the bottom of the list. I shouldn't have even been on the list.

And yet, here I was.

I had a moment to wish forlornly that the morning had gone how I had hoped. I would have turned up early, started a conversation with a classmate and made some progress in getting to know my peers. And then I would have parked myself at a desk near a window to prepare myself for the long day that would follow.

Not quite the current situation.

The few stragglers I saw all seemed to be in their own rushes to get to class and I was glad when I reached the hallway that I knew my homeroom was in. Finally. Maybe I could start my blossoming hero career without a detention on the first day.

Excitement began to bubble up in my chest as I eyed the door, but I pushed it down. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to feel giddy about where I was. My focus was on not making a poor impression on my first day.

The doorway leading into Class 1A was open as I approached and I hesitated, gauging the situation. I could see three students – my future classmates – all standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and my gaze zoned in on the man just inside the doorway with his back to me. The homeroom teacher, I presumed.

It took all of three seconds to understand why my classmates were staring at him in shock. He looked like he was homeless, and the sleeping bag he was slowly stepping out of didn't help the impression. He began addressing the room and I frowned as I contemplated my next move.

If only I hadn't been late. I had been running on time until I got a call from the hospital asking me to come in for some paperwork. An unexpected event that threw the entire morning off track and now I watched as my teacher spoke in front of me.

I decided rather quickly though, that there was no way around it and I carefully slipped through the gap between the teacher and the doorway, edging my way into the room as quietly as I could while he continued to speak. As long as he was distracted by the rest of the students, I could make my way to the back of the room and find a seat like I'd been there the whole-

"…limited. You kids are not rational enough. Especially you, Himori. Trying to sneak passed me is a useless effort."

I froze.

Yeah, I should have known that wouldn't work.

Shit.

I felt a flush take over my face as the room turned its attention to me. Twenty pairs of eyes were suddenly focused on me and it didn't help the heat that I could feel spreading across my face.

I closed my eyes, taking a moment to check forward and make sure that what I was about to say was correct, before I turned to my new homeroom teacher. He looked like he hadn't shaved or slept in weeks as he eyed me neutrally. I gave him the biggest smile that I could.

"I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei. I didn't mean to be late, but something came up. I'll make sure to be early next time."

"Flattery will get you nowhere in my class, Himori. Keep that in mind in future." He replied, sounding bored and I bit back my sigh of disappointment.

It wasn't that surprising. A man who came to work looking like that wasn't the type to allow manners and compliments to interfere with his opinions. He didn't look like he actually cared that much that I was late though. He looked like he didn't really care about anything.

"As Himori stated, I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Nice to meet you." He continued, turning his attention to the class, before he reached into the sleeping bag he was holding and pulled out a blue sports uniform. "It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field."

I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise, before a smile spread across my face. Practical classes ten minutes into the first day? Interesting.

I could see the rest of the class was surprised by the turn of events as well as they watched the teacher. But I assumed that U.A. was going to have a lot of surprises over the next three years.

It was like someone hit fast forward on a remote because everyone filed out of the room pretty quickly, presumably to go find our own uniforms in the locker rooms. The air was filled with nervous tension and excitement as I made to join them. But I stopped when I heard a familiar voice speak from behind me.

"Mirai."

I froze again, easily recognising the voice. No way, I thought to myself. Of all the options, all the futures, and this was what was happening. But of course, if I thought about it, it shouldn't have been very surprising.

U.A. held surprises indeed.

I kind of wanted to kick myself for not having considered the scenario, so naïve, but I turned to look at the boy behind me anyway. He was staring down at me with a neutral expression.

"Shoto." I replied to him, meeting his gaze evenly. The silence stretched out for a moment as we surveyed each other. His red and white hair slightly obscured his face and his mismatched, blue and grey eyes watched me with barely any emotion present. However, I thought I could see annoyance hidden in the depths of them. I knew he wasn't pleased with having found ourselves in this situation.

Yeah, this situation isn't ideal for me either, you know. I thought to myself as I watched him.

"You're at U.A." He stated calmly, finally breaking the silence and I nodded.

"As are you, apparently."

"In this class."

"Yep."

"Did my father send you here to watch me?" He asked me and I noticed his eyes had narrowed minutely. I wasn't sure whether to stare at him incredulously, laugh, or punch him.

Why would Shoto's father send me to watch him? Did he think that me telling him I planned on being a hero was just an elaborate ruse to be his father's spy? Why would I agree to that? I didn't linger on the last thought for long, and my own eyes narrowed as I eyed him.

"No. Your father doesn't have that much influence in what I do with my life." I paused, contemplating it for a moment as he watched me. "Although, I suppose if I had planned on going anywhere else, he may have. But as I told you before, Shoto, I want to be a hero. U.A. is where that's done best, thus, I am here."

I gestured down at myself to elaborate my point, surprising myself with my confident demeanour. I was pretty sure the nerves and adrenaline of my first day were getting to me, but I'd given up a lot to make sure I made it to this school. U.A. was my time to shine. Shoto's eyes followed the trail of my hand as I pointed out my new uniform, before he met my gaze again with clear disinterest on his face.

I never understood how he had such control over his emotions. He never showed anything. It was always locked up inside, cool indifference the only thing visible – which was what he showed now.

When I had first met him, I had wondered if perhaps he genuinely had no feelings, that he just didn't care for anything. That impression only lasted all of five minutes before I had decided that Shoto Todoroki was a complicated person. And I had yet to figure out a way to manage that.

"Stay out of my way." Shoto finally spoke up quietly, before he slowly walked passed me, his shoulder brushing mine as he made his way out of the classroom.

I frowned after him for a moment, before releasing a sigh as I turned to the empty room. I hadn't even had an opportunity to figure out what desk was mine yet. But I supposed that it would have to wait until after the impromptu outdoor class.

With a jolt, I realised I was wasting time, and not wanting to incur the wrath of Aizawa twice in less than an hour, I rushed to the locker rooms to get changed.

I barely had enough time to give the fellow girls in my class a rushed smile, before I was yanking off my uniform and shoving on the gym clothes from my assigned locker. Introductions would have to wait until later, right now I felt pretty anxious to get down to the fields before I was called out by the teacher again.

Surprisingly though, when I arrived at the field, I noted that I was not the last person to arrive.

I watched as a blond boy with a black lightning bolt running through his hair hurried towards the rest of the group, along with another boy with black hair and curiously shaped elbows. They were grinning at each other as they made their way over. Fast friends, I thought as I watched them.

I turned my attention back to the rest of my classmates as we waited for them to arrive. My new homeroom teacher was standing in front of the class and I could practically feel the mix of excitement and anxiety leaking off everyone as we stood there in silence. I noticed a girl with pink skin and horns was glancing around, looking like she wanted to make conversation but her eyes shifted to our teacher and she hesitated, before staying silent.

"Now that you're all here, I'd like to get started." Aizawa drawled as he watched us. The dark circles under his eyes added to his cold, disinterested demeanour. I kind of wondered if he was contemplating taking a nap while he made us run laps around the field. I wasn't really sure what we were supposed to be doing out here anyway. "Today we'll be doing a Quirk apprehension test."

Well, that answered that.

"A Quirk apprehension test?" The class exclaimed in surprise.

"What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" A girl near the front asked anxiously. I recognised her as one of the students I'd noticed when I first walked into the classroom. She had brown hair, brown eyes and rosy cheeks. She looked too sweet and innocent to be in the hero course, but I doubted I had the right to make that judgement considering my own small stature and harmless appearance.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events." Aizawa explained shortly and I pondered it.

Huh, perhaps he was right, although he certainly took the no-nonsense attitude to an extreme. But I also thought it was surprising, and kind of satisfying that in the first hour of our high school careers we were assessing our Quirks. From the look of it though, it was only physical applications of it. Which didn't work out quite as nicely for me, but it wasn't really surprising.

A large bang and a scream of 'Die!' shook me from my thoughts and I turned to see an explosion as a ball was shot across the field. I hadn't realised I'd zoned out so much, contemplating it all and I turned to take in the person who had sent the ball flying. I frowned at the blond boy, recognising him.

Katsuki Bakugo. He'd been in the same area as me during the entrance exam. I remembered him being unstoppable, which was impressive, but it also meant that there had been fewer points to share around between the rest of us.

Also, from what I'd seen that day, he was a total asshole. So that hadn't helped my opinion.

So, I thought, turning back to where Aizawa was now addressing the group again. Assessing Quirks through medial middle school P.E. exercises. It made sense, I guessed.

I watched as my fellow classmates began to grow excited at the prospect, and how our day was turning out. I couldn't help feeling disappointed though. The first day, and everyone had been granted the opportunity to show off their Quirks to the class. An opportunity that was basically useless to me.

One of the boys I'd noticed earlier enthusiastically commented about the use of Quirks during school and how exciting it was. I went to glance at him, but stopped when Aizawa began speaking again, a strange expression on his face.

"You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?" He asked lowly, his voice almost ominous and I frowned at Aizawa. I understood where he was coming from, we were training to be heroes. The people who restored peace and saved lives. Three years wasn't an extremely long time.

However, being excited about the use of our Quirks on our first day at U.A. – something that hadn't been allowed during middle school – was something to be excited about. I stayed silent though, watching, curious about what he had to say. This would be interesting.

"All right," he continued, eyeing the class. "Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential… and will be punished with expulsion."

Okay. Well, that wasn't good.

I felt my muscles tense up automatically as my heart began to speed up and panic compressed my chest. My Quirk was purely mental, no physical benefit. If everyone here was able to enhance their scores with Quirks, and I was left with my normal results, it would not go well. I hadn't spent all this time training, given up so many opportunities just to fall at the starting line.

I listened to my fellow classmates react to the news with equal surprise as shocked gasps filled the air. It seemed that none of us were prepared to fight for our spots here only after the first day.

Before I could wind myself up into a full-blown freak out, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, just focusing on calming down for the moment as my heart continued to pound. It's okay. It'll be fine. You'll find the path to make it fine. I took the opportunity to do some much needed recon. Stretching out with my mind, I searched through the expanse of space that existed.

Images flashed through my mind, connected by strings. It was like I was at the base of a tree and there were multiple branches stretching out into the space in front of me and further branches spread from them. Some came back to join again, which I always found interesting.

In a lot of paths, some futures were inevitable.

I felt like I was watching a movie in extreme fast forward as I scanned through the futures. Every now and then, it was like it jumped to a different scene in the movie as I skipped to a different future. After searching through the surprisingly few options available, I was surprised and pleased to learn that none of them ended in me being expelled.

I couldn't help my sigh of relief at that and the tension in my shoulders disappeared. My hero journey wasn't over yet if I had anything to say about it.

I felt eyes on me and turned my head to the left, meeting the gaze of Shoto, watching me from the corner of his eye. I wasn't surprised he was gauging my reaction. He knew my Quirk. He also knew that it had no benefit to physical tests, leaving me at a significant disadvantage for this apprehension test.

I smiled brightly at him to show I wasn't concerned and he huffed out a breath, turning his attention forward again. He almost looked disappointed that I was going to be fine. My smile turned to a scowl and I glared at him. Hoping he could feel the heat of it. Physically impossible but I could hope.

Deciding to just ignore the boy to my left, I turned back to the front, returning my attention to the teacher as the rest of the class continued to react to the news. Eventually though, everyone seemed to accept that this was happening and I watched as my classmates all of a sudden seemed to light up with determination to prove they were worthy.

And so, the journey begins.

I think it was fair to say that my ego had seen better days as we progressed through the assessment tests, however, I no longer felt the stress of impending expulsion.

My mediocre score in the 50-meter dash was unsurprising, but I was glad to see there were a few people whose Quirks were also not useful in different events. I was happy enough with my 6.56 seconds, which was an improvement from middle school, but that was likely due to the continued training over the past few months.

It was quite interesting actually, to see where my physical abilities matched up with the rest of the class. Shoto, Bakugo and another boy with navy blue hair and engines sticking out of his legs were easily some of the most physically impressive classmates.

I couldn't help but feel a little jealous as I watched Shoto's impressive score on the grip strength. Even without the use of his Quirk to help in any way he still beat my score easily. I knew it was to be expected. Before Quirks became a thing, males were naturally stronger than females. However, that didn't change my determination to train harder and beat him.

Another impressive classmate was a girl with black hair whose name was apparently Yaoyorozu. I watched her create anything and everything with her Quirk to help her with the tests. It was impressive, to say the least, and I began to wonder the specifics of her Quirk, analysing it for future reference. What were the limitations of what she could make? If she over-used it, what happened? I'd have to see.

"Hey, this whole 'expulsion' thing is a bit stressful, right?"

I turned my head at the new voice to look at my classmate. It was one of the boys I'd noticed earlier, the one with yellow hair and the black lightning bolt. He was interesting to look at, to say the least.

"Oh, I'm Kaminari Denki." He continued, a huge grin on his face that made me want to return the gesture.

"Himori Mirai." I replied with a smile. I hadn't had the opportunity to introduce myself to many of my classmates yet. The pressure of failing was keeping people to themselves, however, some people were slowly beginning to extend proverbial hands of friendship. I noticed that the boy – Kaminari – had been one of them with his friendly attitude.

"I haven't seen you use your Quirk yet today, are you sure right now is a good time to hold back?"

"I have used it. And I know I'll be fine." I gave him another smile and he just watched me in confusion. This was probably the part where I was supposed to tell him what it was.

I'd noted his electricity earlier, although I felt bad for him in that his Quirk was also not so useful for these kind of tests. But given his natural physical ability I was sure he'd be fine.

I was less sure about the little guy with purple balls on his head that I'd seen. Although, considering I'd watched the guy stare at every girl in our class and drool at them, I wasn't going to be too devastated if he didn't make it. I tuned back into my current conversation and decided to just get it over with. "I can see the future."

"Wow! So you're saying you could tell me my future right now? Am I the number one pro hero? Do I get married? Is she hot?" He asked excitedly.

"It doesn't work like that." I grimaced as I responded.

It probably would have been a lot easier if that was how it worked. Maybe if I wasn't so determined to be a pro-hero I could have gotten a license to be a psychic and made millions. But no, life doesn't work that way.

"I can only see things in the close future. Aside from special circumstances, when I look into the future the furthest I've ever seen is a week, which is pushing it. It's also usually insignificant things, like dinner plans and such."

"Oh well that's a bit disappointing isn't it." He looked down with a frown on his face and I stared at him.

Yeah, way to make a girl feel good, Kaminari. Apparently being friendly didn't necessarily give you the gift of appropriate comments. He still seemed nice though, I thought as I watched him. Before I could ponder whether to inform him of my less fun premonitions, which I could sometimes see years in advance, he turned to me with a 3000 watt grin.

"But that's still an awesome quirk! You're going to make an awesome hero! I can't wait to fight with you! See which one of us wins."

Kaminari held up his hand and balled it into a fist. I watched as electricity encircled his hand for a moment before it stopped and he put his hand back down.

I smiled at him. Yeah, he wasn't too bad actually. I hoped this was the first step to me making friends through my high school experience. Although I'd never been a loner, developing good relationships with my peers had never been my strong suit. But if these people were eventually – hopefully – going to be working alongside me as heroes, it was probably a good idea to try.

Aizawa called my name out and I glanced over to see him staring in my direction from the standing long jump area. I knew keeping him waiting was not in my best interest. "Thanks Kaminari, maybe you'll know sooner than you think." I winked at him before walking away. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't totally sure that we would verse each other soon, but I was getting a feeling that it would happen.

The rest of the events seemed to pass very quickly and before I knew it, we were done.

Aizawa had us crowded around as he fiddled with a device in his hand for a moment and I could almost feel how stressed everyone around me was. I tried to ignore it though as Aizawa finally turned his attention to us.

"Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once."

He clicked a button, announcing the results and I watched them with interest. My eyes zoned in on Shoto's name in second place and I found that I wasn't surprised in the slightest. I quickly scanned the rest of the list, searching for myself before I found it.

14th. Huh.

I wasn't that surprised by the position. Since my Quirk wasn't physical in any way I had spent a lot of time training physically in order to make up for it. It was nice to note my hard work had paid off at least slightly, however, 14th wasn't exactly cream of the crop. I made it a goal to be in the top half of the class by the end of the semester if we did this assessment again, despite people having Quirk advantages over me.

"By the way, I was lying about the expulsion." Aizawa drawled and I froze yet again along with the rest of the class. "It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks."

The class reacted in shock and I stood there for a moment, surprise clear as day on my face.

"Of course that was a lie. It should have been obvious if you just thought it through." One of my classmates – Yaoyorozu – spoke up.

I agreed with her. Something like this should have been obvious. But I'd still been surprised. I could have sworn some of the visions I'd seen… but it didn't matter. I felt a smile spread over my face as I watched the rest of the class.

The boy who had come last, Midoriya, I thought his name was, looked like he was going to burst into tears of relief. My mind shifted tangents and I watched him for a moment, perplexed. I hadn't seen him use his Quirk once during the tests, except for the ball throw, which had been interesting to watch.

Watching him after Aizawa had spoken to him, I had felt the tug in my brain, my Quirk trying to pull me in but I resisted. I hated when that happened. Significant moments had the potential to take over and ruin my control over my Quirk. The more significant the moment, the more potential futures, the harder the pull and the more it hurt my head.

I tended to avoid allowing it to happen, but that didn't mean that occasionally I lost the battle of the wills and just had to ride the visions out.

When Midoriya had stepped up to the circle for the second time, the pull had been there, but not enough that I couldn't control it. So, I was interested to see what would happen in future with that. His Quirk had been extremely physically powerful when he used it, but the damage he'd done to his finger was not what I expected. I was curious to know more about it, and something told me I'd find out eventually whether I wanted to or not.

"With that we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back, look over them."

I snorted. It was clear as day that Aizawa cared little for the formalities of this. The first day and we had definitely just been assigned homework. Yeah, U.A. was going to be interesting.

I've rewritten a few parts of this chapter to fix up some errors, however, there are a couple of minor poor writing decisions, so please keep that in mind and don't hate me because I promise it gets better! The story is still easily readable and I am working on fixing it though, however, I just haven't reached it yet.

Thank you for understanding!