Arc 0: Welcome to UA!

Chapter One: Start Over

It was strange to know that, starting today, she'd attend a school for soon-to-be Heroes. If anyone would've told her a month ago, she would have considered him as mentally unstable if not utterly insane.

Yet here Amaya was, warily eyeing herself in the bathroom's mirror.

It was strange to wear a skirt and such a short one at that. It was strange to wear a tie once again. It was strange to wear an uniform. Again.

Well, she shrugged internally, looks like everything's strange.

She combed through her black hair one last time before she exited the bath. A look to the clock revealed that she had to leave in five minutes.

Cursing under her breath she entered her room, snatched the dark grey backpack from her desks' surface along with her Blazer. Then, she stepped into the elevator.

"Your taxi arrived, Ma'am", informed a young employee as she exited the lift.

"Thank you," she glanced onto his name tag, "Suzumiku." The brown-haired employee nodded and handed her a Bento.

"From the chef," Suzumiku explained her with a smile on his lips. She muttered another 'Thank you' and crossed the entrance hall to finally leave her home behind for the first school day. Or rather: once again a start from zero. New people, new adventures. And hopefully, Amaya would not get too attached to anyone of them. Again.

Fumiko was many things. She was often by herself and too quiet to really be noticed. She could be invisible and wouldn't care.

But there were also many things she wasn't. Social, for example. Or good at hero-ing.

Yet here she was, standing before the tall gates of the school. U.A. High School, a dream come true for so many children like her. Here, the best of the best were assembled to strive towards a brighter future. Some failed along the way but Fumiko was sure she wouldn't be one of them.

Or at least she hoped.

Satsuki was pretty early at school. Or everyone else was really late. She didn't mind either.

Less noise to deal with and less annoying questions. Just imagine being poked and prodded at and asked if one could use their Quirk, because… why not? It was pretty. And it would be egoistic behaviour to keep it to herself.

So, the quiet was like balm to her ears and she smiled in content. Because it was her dream come true. She dreamt about this exact moment - arriving at one of the worlds most prestigious schools. Well, here she was. And right now, she studied the seating order. Because that would soon become important, too.

I didn't sign up for this, she sighed internally as she watched the hustling and bustling mess of one Class 1-A through the windows of said class. There had been a traffic jam with just no way to evade and they got stuck in it. Cursing her own luck, Amaya slid the door open to step inside and get to her seat.

Just one wasn't occupied and that had to be hers so she couldn't really be bothered to actually read the seat appointment.

Fortunately her desk was the one closest to the door and she could enter mostly unnoticed. Mostly, because she saw a couple stolen side glances from the back.

Amaya had just let her backpack fall onto the floor as a bell rung and the door was opened once more by no one else but their homeroom teacher. She recognized the tall and curvaceous woman almost directly. It was the 18+ Only Hero: Midnight, in all her glory.

The woman stood tall, probably at the same height as Amaya herself. Her dark purple hair was untamed and fell down her back in a spiky mess. Three bangs hung into her face and up close like this, she could see a mole under her left eye.

While assessing her, the woman clothed like a dominatrix walked over to the teachers desk, waving her hips at every step. To gain attention, was Amayas explanation. A quick look all around made her ascertain of most sexualities floating in the room.

A whip lashed through the air and Takai snapped out of his thoughts. He blinked with the picture his blue eyes met: The popular Heroine Midnight stood tall before their class, her eyes sweeping over them and making sure everyone's attention was on her and her alone.

Once done, she started to speak.

"Hello there", she chirped with an unmistakably feminine voice. From behind, he heard a whispered "General Kenobi" and had to bite back a laugh.

"My name is Kayama Nemuri but you rather know me as the R-Rated Hero: Midnight." In a few swift motions she scribbled the both of her names onto the blackboard, leaving Takai to wonder when she grabbed the chalk.

"If you address me, it'll either be by Midnight-sensei, or Kayama-sensei." She waited for every student to acknowledge her. He slowly started to ask himself if it had been a good idea to sign up for this school. "As for today we'll visit the Principals annual speech and after that," she licked her lips in a very inappropriate way, "We'll get to know each other better." Again, she cracked her whip through the air, demanding their full attention.

Akari liked the school. Her classmates seemed to be alright - at first glance. She couldn't really know if they were or not - she only knew them for a few hours.

And these hours had been boring. The Principal's speech was alright. It was the expected lull of expectations and that no one should let themselves be overwhelmed by the pressure. She pondered over that. What did the Principal mean?

Was it, that their families may expect the best results in every test they wrote? Or the whole media-thing? U.A. was prestigious, they were well-known all across the globe and graduates had a label written on their file.

Akari hoped she'd met these expectations...

Kayama-sensei hadn't lied when she told them that they would get to know each other better. It was a great idea, Shiro had to admit. So they'd learn the basic traits of one another.

He learned that Fukuhara often behaved like a cat, that Yazanami couldn't really control her Quirk well and preferred to stay silent, Tachibana was a huge fan of one Cosplayer called 'bukkitbrown', and Jackson didn't like Canada.

But most things discovered revolved around Quirks. Some kept quiet because their Quirk was obvious and others just decided that, no, f*ck you, they wouldn't tell 'em.

Shiro just told them. He had no reason to be secretive about his Electrokinesis. His Quirks' weaknesses were kept close to his chest but everything else was fair game.

Amaya was exhausted as the Class splitted into several smaller groups for Lunch. Really, really, really exhausted to be honest. She experienced a splitting headache, massaging her temples absent-mindedly while she ate her Bento.

She had to be aware what she said at all times and had never truly the chance to relax. She caught herself being too unresponsive sometimes when someone called her name. She figured she had to get used to her identity and backstory as soon as possible.

"Miazuki-san, what's your Quirk?" Again, she didn't respond at the first three or so mentions of her name.

"Oh… It's not something really cool. I have a minor intelligence enhancing-Quirk", she responded stiffly. It was the same all over again - everyone fussing about Quirks and all that stuff. Even after all this time she couldn't get used to it…

"To be honest, I'd exchange mine against your Quirk at a seconds notice", someone said. She couldn't remember her name though. It started with a H, she believed... she always had had trouble with names.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?", Amaya asked.

"Mine? Hoshima-Rhoonda Akari."

"Are you okay with it if I'd call you Hoshima? It's just-", a boy with dark purple hair asked with a grin.

"Too long, yeah. It's okay, everyone really calls me Hoshima."

"Your name is pretty", commented a girl with wavy black hair ending in forest green tips.

"Who is't doth thee cullionly, Tachibana-san?" Amaya needed a few seconds to find out who asked that question. It was a person that most would find unsettling or expect to be a Villain, just by the looks of her - Amaya wasn't too sure if it was a girl or a boy, but settled on 'girl'.

The shakespearean girl had hair in the color of dried blood and she couldn't help but wonder if it was natural.

The others, in the meantime, tried to figure out what she said. Until Tachibana translated, that is.

"She asked who I meant. And I meant Hoshima-san." Mentioned girl blushed shyly.

"Thee knoweth Shakespeare?" Tachibana played with her tie for a second, before she nodded, a faint redness dusting her face.

"I am Alexandra Faucher, did please to meeteth thee. Thee can calleth me Alex if 't be true thee like", she continued, seemingly not fazed by the weird looks of her companions due to her speech pattern.

"She says we can call her Alex", Tachibana sighed.

"Weird flex but okay. I'm not sure if you catched my name, guys. I'm Nomura Takai", the purple-haired boy said, flashing a grin.

Amaya subconsciously smiled back.

A/N: Hello guys. Now that we have every spot of the Main Class filled I can finally write along…

I have to say sorry in advance because I am really nervous about writing your characters. This is one of the reasons this chapter turned out to be so short. Normally I'd like to keep it around 3.5k-5k words but unfortunately I am quite busy at the moment.

Also I don't exactly know where I am headed with the first three to four chapters because these are … well, the introducing chapters and I couldn't plan that in advance.

Moving on, I now invite everyone to create a Villain! I have four Main Villain spots. The Villain form can be found on my profile (in due time) and in the previous 'chapter'! End of the acceptance is July 15th!

I also have a Discord Server for OoT! Invite is: discord. gg/MK3nGQv (remove the spaces)!

Thank you for your patience!

P. S.: The chapter titles are going to be a Song every time, so you can listen to some music while you read. :)