Now that we're getting into the canon material, I want to just go over a few quick things. If you don't want spoilers, please skip ahead.
1. Almost everyone noticed I buffed Himiko to copy quirks. For the sake of plot, I had to. From what I read, it's never officially announced in the canon material, but if it's ever revealed she can't, my little headcanon is that, in the official source material, she had the ability to do so, but instead of having a mentor to fully explore her quirk, Himiko suppressed it instead. I seriously think too much about this crap lol.
2. I had to get rid of somebody in class 1-A. I tried to think of a way to make it an odd number, but it just wasn't panning out. I ended up getting rid of Kouda (Kouda, you fellow animal lover, I'm so sorry!). I'll make sure he has a moment of redemption for his honorable sacrifice.
3. I'm going to take bits of canon material and make it my own. This will keep it fresh so you're not reading the same stuff you've already seen in the anime/manga. I know how annoying that can be. As I keep going, I'll steer further and further away from canon. If you guys catch anything too out of place, send me a PM, but there will be things that are entirely made up by me and not a 100% part of the BNHA universe.
4. Yes, I'm a shipper and there will be bits of romance. With who, I'm not too sure. I'm kind of just going with the flow and see how Himiko's character reacts to her classmates. Once a pairing is established, I'll update you guys. If you have anyone you'd like to see, leave me a review to try and convince me! Lol
Thanks again for reading, everyone. You're seriously making my days with all the reviews, views, faves and follows. You're all amazing. Enjoy!
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Chapter Three - A Girl's Academia
The golden U.A. symbol perched atop the high school archway suddenly seemed ominous to Himiko Toga. She took a cleansing breath as she stepped onto the campus grounds. She hadn't slept well.
She idly listened to the cacophony of Junior High students. The boisterous crowd felt out of place and less personal than when she trained with Midnight. Preferences aside, she knew it was time to focus on the task at hand. Exam-taking was her forte and her competitive nature started to shine.
She scouted the students for a quirk worth mimicking. She had passed the written segment with flying colors. Today was the practical, which meant she needed to put her quirk to action. In order to do that, she had to find a willing donor. The girl knew that was going to make or break this exam.
"Hi there! My name's Toga Himiko. I know this is sudden, but what's your quirk?"
The bespectacled boy straightened his glasses, puffed his chest, and replied, "Greetings, Toga Himiko-san. That is indeed an unusual question. May I ask the purpose for such inquiry? Based on your age, it would be fair to presume the notion that you are a competitor. Normally, I would adamantly refuse disclosure on such personal matters, but as I am a prospective student to this top-tier national academy, it may be in my best interest to assist a fellow aspiring hero. That is what our heroic progenitors would've wanted. After careful consideration and to diffuse your curiosity, if you must know, my-"
"Never mind," Himiko interrupted and walked away. She didn't have time to play word games. She needed as many bodies as she could gather.
"Hi there! My name's Toga Himiko. I know this is sudden, but what's your quirk?"
The amphibian-like girl blinked and placed her index finger up to her mouth, "That is very sudden, kero. I call my quirk 'frog,' which is self explanatory. I can mimic the abilities of a frog, such as wall clinging, tongue extension, camouflaging and swimming."
"Thank you very much. Good luck on the exam today!"
"You too, kero?"
"Hi there! My name's Toga Himiko. I know this is sudden, but what's your quirk?"
The curly haired & freckled boy responded with overwhelming alarm and spasming. Himiko found his reaction endearing and giggled. He sputtered, "H- huh? W- wh- wh- what? Who? M- M- Me? Um, uh, that is- Well, it's um. W- w- wh- what I'm t- trying to say is-"
"Never mind. Good luck on your exam!" Himiko skipped away.
"Nee nee, I heard there was a creepy girl going around asking people about their quirks! Ask me what mine is," An invisible girl garbed in visible clothing requested exuberantly.
"Um, I don't think I need to ask," Himiko sweat dropped.
She frowned in contemplation. The examinees were as quirky as quirks themselves - not that she could necessarily judge. So far, out of the twelve she'd interviewed, the only person who gave her a viable answer was the emotionless frog girl. One of them had the gall to comment on her chest instead. This was going downhill - fast.
In her conundrums, she accidentally collided into a solid body in front of her. When the boy turned around, she found herself nearly getting lost in his blood-colored irises. She shook her head and smiled, "Hi there! My name's To-"
"Watch where you're going, you freak-ass vampire bitch. Stay out of my fucking way or I'll end you."
'Definitely quirky,' Himiko sighed.
The crowd was directed into a well-accommodating amphitheater. The blonde took her seat as requested and tried to enjoy the moment of peace. Himiko observed the space and realized she never explored the academy's hub. Almost all of her quirk training took place in or around Gym Gamma. As much as she respected him, Cemtentoss's structure didn't conform to the school's intense atmosphere.
Present Mic's long and unexpectedly plain trek to the podium brought Himiko comfort. It was nice to finally see a familiar face. She was the only one from her Junior High participating in the exam. She heard a few nearby cliques complain how the school wasn't planning on letting classmates nor friends cooperate with each other. She had neither and suddenly felt lonely.
Present Mic switched on his booming persona and boastfully greeted the students. He requested, "Everybody say heeeey!"
"Heeeey!" Himiko's voice broke as she screamed at the top of her lungs. When she realized she was the only one to have done so, she blushed and shrank into her seat.
"Thank you, cheering participant! Congratulations, you passed the exam! Just kidding," Present Mic humored. The examinees snickered and loosened up.
He began to outline the basics of the ten-minute point-based exam. It involved immobilizing mechanical "villains" within an urbanized obstacle course. There were four categories of pointed villains and their respective numbers correlated to their difficulty. The higher your point tally, the higher your chance of acceptance. It was surprisingly basic and lacked the depth Himiko was expecting. The blonde scrunched her eyebrows, thinking back to the morning conversation with her mentor.
'I don't condone cheating, Miko-chan, but I'll leave you with this open-ended question: What is the number one duty of a hero? Find that answer and you'll achieve success.'
Himiko eyed her ticket and found she was assigned to battle center B. Once in the locker rooms, she quickly changed into her training attire: a loose, light green tracksuit. She gathered a compact syringe and a mini first aid kit out from her backpack before stowing them away in her pant pockets. Once in the designated area, the girl crossed her fingers and searched the sorted group for signs of the frog girl. She wasn't there. 'Time for a backup plan.'
She noticed and remembered two faces: the glasses boy and the curly haired boy. Both seemed to be in their own worlds for entirely different reasons. What mattered to her is that they both shared unknown quirks. This exam was much more ideal for an emitter-type, she mused. She turned to the smaller boy and decided to gamble her chances on him. She prayed she had made the right choice.
"Hello again," Himiko waltzed up to the boy with her hands behind her back. She leaned closer.
"T- T- T- T- Toga Himiko-San?" The boy jumped anxiously. He was certainly giddy and she was surprised he remembered her name from his last episode.
"And start!" Present Mic declared spontaneously.
"Come, let's team up!" Himiko reflexively grasped his arm and they shot forward with the group.
"W- w- w- whoa! W- w- w- w- wait! W- wait a s- second! H- hold on!" His protests led them to a narrow alleyway within the setting.
"What? You don't want to team up?" Himiko questioned with a puppy face.
"No, no, no, no, no! It's not that - It's not that at all! I'm just surprised. Sorry."
"What's your name?"
"M- My name's Midoriya Izuku," The boy introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you, Midoriya-kun. I look forward to working together," Himiko smiled.
"L- likewise," Izuku blushed, looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're so nice. My quirk is a little scary, but I think we can use it to our advantage. What's yours?"
Izuku paused in thought and Himiko found his reaction strange, "It's, um, a, um, c- completely ordinary s- strength enhancing quirk."
"Works for me!" She replied honestly. Himiko grabbed him by the wrist and ushered him closer. She took the syringe out of her pant pocket, removed its protective tip with the same hand, and eerily presented it to the boy, "I have band aids in my other pocket. This will only hurt for a second."
"What - what are you-"
A loud rupture deafened her eardrums and sharp pieces of debris scratched the surface of her skin. She looked beyond her soon-to-be donor to see a three-point villain. It had managed to breach between the alley's opening and lock onto its target: the boy standing right in front of her. The faux villain warmed up its offensive attack. Himiko and Izuku gasped.
"No time to explain," The bevel entered below the boy's bicep, greedily sucking up the red fluid into its frugal reservoir. 'Control yourself, Himiko. Remember your training,' She admonished as she salivated and held her breath.
"Ouch! What the-" Izuku cut himself off as he watched her hastily drink his blood. She let out a pleasurable sigh of content. She haphazardly tended to his puncture with her first aid kit. He nearly blanched and looked at her as if something clicked, "No, wait! That's my- my DNA! You'll take One-"
Fifteen seconds. From her training, Himiko discovered it took fifteen seconds to render her transformation. Originally, the shift took thirty, but she'd been able to practice and cut that time in half. Fifteen seconds was still too long in the face this green monstrosity, however. Before the gray substance consumed her entirely, she managed to dive at the boy to avoid an oncoming batch of missiles. The heavy metal missed them by a hairs breadth. In their newfound hiding spot between the fresh ruination, she heard the mechanism cool down and prepare itself for another round.
"Are you all right?" Izuku asked between coughs. He looked up at her and paled. Staring back at him was none other than his own face. He screamed, "Ahhh! I- It's me!"
"This is my quirk. I'm sorry I used it without permission," She stood and pulled him up by the hand. She hurriedly dusted herself off.
The blonde toppled over as she located the individuality within. She shakily inhaled. What the hell was this atrocious power? There was no way she could handle a quirk like this. A raw and powerful force dwelled within her core, escalating and threatening to shatter her body into a million pieces. The quirk felt like it carried the answers to the universe, pushing her forward to a logic she wasn't permitted to understand in this lifetime. She watched as the robust crackling of eclectic red fibers danced around her new form. In her months of quirk training, she never thought she'd encounter such power. It made Present Mic's voice quirk seem like a walk in the park. She eyed the boy in disbelief.
"I- I- I think I still have it. Thank god," Midoriya mumbled to himself.
"W- what is this? I've never felt anything like this before," Himiko huffed and looked to her opened palms.
"Eight minutes left!" Present Mic announced.
Himiko's heart drummed. She had to make do and try to take it easy - if that was even possible. The transformation was finalized and it was much too late to find a new donor. With concentration, she turned to face the three-pointer machine and rushed towards its field of vision, leaving Izuku in her wake. She noticed her speed increased substantially and her chest felt tight and lighter. The slightest activation to her newfound quirk sent her flying and she stumbled. She cursed but managed to find her bearings.
She had to think about this carefully. To simultaneously attack and limit the maximum damage to this form, she'd have to use her legs. From her training, she remembered that some of the most substantial muscles in the human body resided in one's thighs and calves, meaning they should be able to take a harsher beating. Approaching the villain, she sprung and poised herself into a mid-air inverted roundhouse kick. The overpowering halt of momentum shattered the robot upon contact. The winded aftermath erratically propelled the scrap metal in random directions. The skirmish paid off as the sharp and shredded components thrashed into nearby faux villains, immobilizing them with grandeur explosions.
"Wow. Lucky," She commented to herself before she felt cramping. She unveiled her pant leg and saw the skin was terribly bruised. She wasn't sure how many strikes she could take with such a debilitating response. Himiko assumed Recovery Girl was on standby, which meant she could be reckless. She had to take that chance, much to her chagrin.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Izuku rushed up to her in concern.
"I'm- I'm okay," She gritted. "We have to keep going and get you some points."
"R-right," Izuku replied nervously. He scoped the area, "We need to move out to the open, or-"
Himiko faltered and Izuku caught her.
"What's wrong?" The boy eyed her exposed leg and gasped, "Y- You're injured!"
"It's okay, Midoriya-kun. I'll push through."
"No way! You're hurt. We need to get you help!" He protested.
"Worry about yourself! We need to get you your points. You've been a huge help to me. You've been one of the nicest people I've met in a really, really, really long time. Please, let me help you get your points, Midoriya-kun. I want to help you! I want us both to pass!" She dramatically yelled. She forced herself off of him, straightened and rolled down her pant leg.
The boy eyed his partner in admiration. Midoriya blinked through tears and wiped them away with his jacket sleeve, "Mm!"
During her endeavors, Himiko managed to immobilize several "villains" to add to her tally. If she guessed correctly, her count must be somewhere in the high-thirties. Would that be enough to pass? The exam was quickly approaching its conclusion. She turned to her partner in concern. Izuku hadn't managed to land a single hit on any robots. Why wasn't he using his quirk? It was remarkably flashy and he had the upper hand. She fretted for him, "Midoriya-kun! What are you doing? Hurry up and get those points!"
"I- I- I- I-" Midoriya stuttered in his inner turmoil, "I can't!"
"You can't?"
"I can't use my quirk!" Midoriya confessed in his mania.
"Final countdown!" Present Mic announced in English, "Two minutes left!"
The boy sputtered and panicked. Himiko eyed the green cluster of already-defeated robots. They were running out of time and their chances-
An overwhelming blast sent debris and blinding dust into the air. A mammoth faux villain announced its debut and menacingly loomed over the city skyline. The shockwave dispersed a few students away from the blast zone while the rest were caught up in a devastating aftermath. Himiko and Izuku were trapped in the latter. Himiko immediately recognized the robot as a zero-pointer when the dust cleared. A handful of students fled once they collected themselves.
"Toga-san, are you okay?" The boy coughed out as he wiped the blood from his brow.
"I- I- I'm fine," Himiko labored as a pleasant aroma attacked her.
"You're back to normal!" Izuku remarked.
"Oh no," Himiko held her breath. Her vertigo cleared as she heard the nearby distress calls of fellow participants. Her eyes widened as she connected the dots. People were barricaded within the turmoil and begging for help.
"Ow!" A cute, brown-haired girl moaned in quiet exhaustion. Her leg was shattered and stuck beneath a concrete slab. The duo focused on her in horror.
"I know her. T- That's the nice girl I met earlier!" Izuku gestured to the trapped girl.
"Help!"
"I'm stuck!"
"What the hell is this exam? I don't want to die!"
"Somebody please help me! It hurts."
The orchestra of pained voices left Himiko's head spinning. She circled around the injured and - she gulped - bleeding children. The scene was traumatizing. She nearly chastised the school for pulling such a gut-wrenching maneuver. Sure, this was a test for a prestigious academy, but wasn't this taking it too far? The monstrous robot extended its mechanical arm, reaching for its target below. Himiko froze in terror.
"Toga-san, Toga-san - snap out of it! Take my blood again and activate my quirk. We need to save them! Hurry, before there are casualties!" Izuku screamed desperately.
'What is the number one duty of a hero?' Midnight's question echoed in her head.
Izuku's shift in demeanor snapped her out of her stupor, "Mm!" She inched forward and lapped at the boy's bloodied forehead. She noticed him cringe as her quirk reacted to the ingestion.
'Find that answer and you'll achieve success.'
Izuku's tunnel vision activated his quirk and sent him barreling towards the zero-pointer villain. He squatted and projected himself into the air with a closed & air-splitting fist. Before Himiko could see him take the hit, she was shrouded in darkness.
When Himiko came to, the robot was out of sight. She immediately sprung into action. She used the boy's strength to discard the loose concrete and piggyback the out-of-commission participants to safer ground. The effort reminded her of All Might's historical debut. She gently settled them onto the pavement, held her breath, and tended to their wounds with the remaining first aid she had on her person. 'Where are you, Recovery Girl?'
"Time's up!"
As she'd only consumed a small serving of the boy's blood, Himiko was back to her born self. The blonde was a wreck from the physical repercussions of his quirk. Her clothing was ripped and her skin was clad in ugly purple bruises. The overwhelming scent of iron in the air was suffocating and made her head spin. She was hot and exhausted.
All in all, she amended six prospective students. She couldn't seem to find the cute brown haired girl nor Izuku in her pursuit. She hoped they made it out all right. The exhausted children deeply thanked her and Himiko squirmed at the gratitude. The out-of-place and excited feeling added to her light-headedness.
"There you are, Toga-chan. Well, would you look at that. You're making my job too easy," Recovery Girl smiled with tight lips as she surveyed the resting examinees. She touched them up with kisses and distributed gummies.
"Recovery Girl," Himiko greeted with lidded eyes. Her adrenaline was slipping away and the sensory overload was too much to handle.
Recovery Girl observed the the inexperienced bandaging, "Not the best job, but it certainly kept the injuries at bay. Nemuri would be proud."
"Thank y-"
She blacked out.
The white envelope sealed with crimson wax reminded Himiko of the quirk that got her here in the first place. The girl frowned and her hands involuntarily shook. Did she really want to know her results? After hearing Vlad King's influential story and advice, she was pumped with positive energy. As reality set back in, so did her lack of confidence. While she didn't have the chance to observe the others participating, the astute sounds of explosions and grinding metal were enough proof to their brilliance. She wanted to run away at the memory. She hadn't shown her quirk to people her age in years. At least the boy she worked with didn't pass judgement on her.
"I wish that boy got some points," Himiko mumbled in a pout, "He was so nice to me."
She gently pulled at the sealed flaps and removed a metallic disk. The disk automatically projected once it became stationary on her desk.
All Might's chiseled face appeared close up to the hologram and boasted, "I am here on the projection!"
Himiko jumped in surprise. What was the Symbol of Peace doing on the screen? While seemingly impossible, All Might's grin managed to grow wider.
"Toga Himiko, my girl. I am here before you as both a pro hero and future instructor at U.A. High School. You have shown the judges your-"
"Wait, wait, wait. This is Miko-chan's recording?" A voice eerily similar to Midnight's shouted in the recording's background.
"Uh, 'Miko-chan?' This is Toga Him-,"
"Move over!" The woman interrupted.
"Wha-"
Himiko blinked and scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. She swore she just heard Midnight's voice through the speaker. On the recording came her mentor, pushing the Symbol of Peace out of the way as if he were an everyday commoner. The girl's jaw dropped, aghast.
"Miko-chan!" Nemuri grinned on screen and waved. She made a sensuous face to the recording crew and lustfully ordered, "You'll let me do her recording, right? I really want to. Pretty please?"
A trembling thumbs up on the lower corner granted the woman permission. She closed her eyes, faced the camera, then opened them with a serious face.
"The entrance exam to U.A. High School is not one to take lightly. Less than one in three hundred students make the cut. Our selection process is complex because our mission is simple: to maintain the societal peace and order by molding the nation's most talented into capable and well-respected heroes. A prosperous future lies within the hands of our youth.
"And now, Toga Himiko, I present your results. The faux villains you immobilized aided us in determining your heroic aptitude and granted you an exemplary forty points. But, that's not all there is to it.
"Insight, agility, judgement and sheer fighting prowess," Nemuri started, "These are the primary and foundational factors us judges consider when calculating an examinees overall score. With a human comes their character. With character comes morality. With the proper morality comes outstanding merit. Toga Himiko, you are a gifted young lady. You have shown the panel your keen intuit, your adaptation, your ability to read a situation and your own quirk's strength. During the exam, you put the well-being of others before yourself. You have single-handedly earned your rightful place here at U.A.
"In addition to forty hero points, you have been granted forty rescue points."
Himiko paused. She passed the exam, but what did those numbers mean? What was the overall score?
The score appeared on the screen. Himiko's heart caught in her throat.
NO. 1 - Toga Himiko - 40 Hero Points - 40 Rescue Points
'You're kidding. There's - there's no way...'
"Toga Himiko, it is with great pleasure to announce that you've rightfully earned first place on the U.A. entrance exam. If there's ever been a single moment of doubt in your life, you can rest easy. Come. Join us. U.A. is your hero academia."
In the silence of the empty apartment, Himiko wept.
"Miko-chan! Congratulations of your exam results. I never once doubted you," Nemuri winked.
"Thank you, Sensei. I'm, um, kinda super beside myself."
"You shouldn't be. You earned it."
After breakfast, the duo made their journey to Gym Gamma for the umpteenth time. Midnight instructed that there were no breaks in the world of heroics, which meant Himiko still needed to practice. When they arrived, the blonde was greeted by a small audience: Vlad King, Eraserhead and Present Mic.
"There's our crown winner! Toga-chan," Present Mic posed and spoke in English, "Nice job!"
"During the exam, you effectively contrived proper quirk functioning. For someone who hasn't set foot inside a U.A. classroom, your abilities are praiseworthy," Vlad King confirmed.
"Keep it up," Eraserhead commented in a rare moment of praise.
"Thank you so, so much, everyone. I promise I won't let you down," She bowed.
"Don't let yourself down and we have a deal," Midnight winked. She started the session without a beat, "Our main focus for today will be quirk elaboration. I invited Present Mic and Eraserhead to help us out with a little experiment."
"What about Vlad King?" Himiko pointed.
"Just spectating," He answered.
Midnight continued, "The intricacies of quirks are prevalent and contain variables scientists have yet to completely understand. Over time, we discover different layers to our quirks. These discoveries could be bodily reactions to food or the elements around us. A perfect example is that your transformation quick copies an individual's physical body, but not their clothing. These acute traits are why we are able to adjust our quirk definition on registries. Considering this, I've noticed that we've only trained your quirk inconsecutively - as in, one transformation of an individual at a time. In today's session, I want to see if we can expand on that. I want to see if - and if so, how fast - you can transform between different people without changing back to your born self."
"Okay, I'll try it out," Himiko agreed.
"Good. We'll start with my body, since it's the most familiar to you, and go from there."
Midnight quickly extracted her and the volunteers' blood. As this wasn't bloodlust suppression training, Himiko closed her eyes and held her breath as the fluid was drawn. Once the liquids were extracted and secured in their fragile vials, she breathed.
"Here's my vial," Midnight handed it to her.
Himiko drank and transformed.
"Wow! Two Midnights? I don't know how I feel about this," Present Mic off-handedly commented. Midnight gave him a look.
"How do you feel?" Midnight asked the incognito girl.
"Fine. I haven't felt spacey from a transformation for a few months now," Himiko replied.
"Okay," Midnight handed her a second vial, "This is Eraserhead's blood. Let's drink it while you still have my form."
Himiko obliged and patiently waited for a reaction. Nothing happened and she pouted in disappointment.
Midnight hummed in thought, "It's okay. That doesn't mean you necessarily can't. Perhaps we need to find a trigger of some sort. Like I said, quirks are complex. See if you can find a way to induce the transformation." She turned to Eraserhead, "Aizawa, you're the smart one here. Do you have any input on this?"
"Hey! I take offense to that," Present Mic protested.
"Likewise," Vlad King affirmed with crossed arms.
"Kan-san, you're just spectating today," Midnight assured.
"What about meeeeee?" Present Mic fretted.
"It's too early," Aizawa replied groggily. "But, I believe you're right about a trigger," He turned to Himiko, "Toga, how do you feel when you have Midnight's body?"
"Um, fine?" Himiko answered.
"Think about what I asked you and answer properly," He lightly reprimanded.
Himiko flinched. Other than a user's quirk, she never allowed herself to feel deeply about a person's physical characteristics. She always felt it was too personal to dive into the bodily sensations of an individual. It felt impure and dirty. Still, she took the time to think about it and answered, "I feel heavier."
"Hey!" Midnight called out.
"Ha - right back at you!" Present Mic jeered.
"Sorry, sorry!" Himiko jumped with her hands out, "That's not what I mean by heavier. This body feels more... feminine and curvy. It smells nice like flowers and it has a, um, fluttery feeling to it. Compared to my own body, it's steadier and stronger."
Aizawa nodded, "You've practiced with my form in the past. What does mine feel like?"
"Um," Himiko shifted uncomfortably, "Tired. But there's also this alertness, maybe from your quirk? It's also super nimble and lean."
Aizawa nodded again with a hint of approval in his eyes. Himiko stared back at him as she unknowingly initiated her shift into a different entity. She blinked as the light came back when her quirk rendered its mission.
"How do you feel?" Aizawa asked.
"Tired, but alert. Nimble... and lean!" Himiko gasped in surprise.
"You did it!" Midnight cheered.
Himiko looked down at her hands which mirrored Aizawa's. She gleefully smiled, "I did it!"
"Now I know what a cheerful Aizawa looks like," Present Mic stated. He muttered, "It's kinda disturbing, if you ask me."
"No one asked you," Aizawa grunted.
Himiko sprawled onto her bed and sank into the goose-feathered comforter. It had been a successful training day. After a few attempts, she was able to effortlessly alternate between Midnight, Eraserhead and Present Mic. They later discovered that, even if she drank all of their blood in one sitting, she still carried the ability to migrate between forms.
She suddenly heard three booming knocks on the bedroom door and groaned. 'A hero never has a day off.'
She answered to an overly excited Nemuri, "It's here, it's here, it's here!"
Himiko blinked, "What's here?"
Nemuri shoved the papers in her face, "The costume subsidy forms! Ohhh, this is going to be so much fun! I haven't felt this orgasmic in a while."
"Subsidy? Orgasmic?"
Nemuri pushed Himiko aside and casually entered her bedroom. She placed the papers on the girl's desk followed by an obnoxious binder full of paperwork. She swooned, "The hero costume subsidy. These are specific, detailed attire drafts that you'll submit to our affiliates. In turn, they'll create an aesthetic costume that will enhance your quirk. I remember my first costume. My original draft was rejected. Those were good times."
"We get to do this before school starts?"
"Yes! The costume subsidies vary based on your exam placement. Since you won first place, our budget is practically infinite! We can request whatever we want - well, almost anything."
Nemuri licked her lips. Himiko's eyes sparkled.
"We're going to make you sexy!" "I want to look like a unicorn!"
The duo blinked and looked at each other.
"Sexy," Nemuri corrected.
"Unicorn," Himiko replied.
It was going to be a long night.
Himiko white-knuckled her backpack's straps as she stood in front of Class 1-A's colossal door. She rocked her feet back and forth. In her anxiety, she arrived extra early. With a deep inhale, she gathered her courage and entered the confines of the classroom. Her life and career as a high school student officially begun.
The classroom was quiet and practically empty. A lone teenager, in her own world, sat at the far-back of the room, gathering school supplies from her backpack. She was irrefutably gorgeous. Himiko always retained an appreciation for attractive people. Maybe it was because they contrasted her in every single way. She frowned at her self deprecation. The blonde took the peaceful moment to admire how beautiful she was with her dark features and curvaceous figure.
"So pretty," Himiko spoke out loud. The girl's fiddling halted and she made eye contact with the blonde. She closed and opened her mouth as if trying to find the right words to say.
"I think you have the wrong classroom," She advised. "This is the heroics department."
Himiko frowned. She understood why the girl would assume such a thing, "This is Class 1-A, right?"
"Correct," The girl answered.
"No, um. This is, um, where I'm supposed to be. I think," Himiko fake laughed and played with a loose strand of hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry," The dark-haired girl looked away, ashamed and confused.
"You made it in too, kero? Sorry, I forgot your name."
Himiko turned around to see the frog-like girl from the practical. She relaxed at the familiarity, "Hi! Congratulations on passing the exam, um-"
"Asui Tsuyu," Asui greeted, "And you also."
Himiko awed. This girl was incredibly nice. The blonde bowed curtly in her surprise, "M- my name is-"
"Whoa! Look at this crazy door!" A bubbly pink girl entered with a jump.
"This should be Class 1-A, if I'm not mistaken," A lion-like boy entered with a school map.
"It is! We made it! I'm so excited," An invisible girl Himiko recognized followed. The floating uniform bounced up and down.
"Girls - there are girls! Thank god! I was afraid there'd be nothing but guys in the class," A midget bubble boy Himiko, unfortunately, recognized entered.
"I apologize for my tardiness!" The familiar glasses boy announced resoundingly.
"You're fifteen minutes early, kero," Asui noted.
"I usually aim for twenty," He replied. He swiftly turned to Himiko and she jumped, "I remember you. You are the girl who asked me about my quirk and rudely interrupted."
"Oh, sorry. I, um, had to ask a bunch people because of my quirk and it was taking too long," Himiko sweat dropped.
"Fair enough. I congratulate you on your matriculation. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Iida Tenya. I apologize, but your name seems to be failing me," Iida bowed.
"Oh! My name is-"
"You're in my way," A rough voice spoke behind her.
Himiko instinctually flinched and cleared a path for him. The voice belonged to a stern boy with half-red, half white hair. A prominent scar covered the upper left side of his handsome face. The attention to his surroundings faltered as he found a seat next to the dark-featured girl. The girl cordially acknowledged him. Himiko mentally noted to keep her distance. This was a fresh start and she wanted to prevent potential bullying at all costs.
"I'm so lucky I got in! I did horribly on the written exam," A boy stepped between she, Asui, and Iida. He cheesed, "Kaminari Denki here! Nice to meet you. Whoa, you're kinda creepy," He eyed Himiko. He suddenly checked out the other classmates and sauntered over to greet them. His presence surprised Himiko but his reaction wasn't unusual.
The students continued to pile in. The room's energy increased as their number and excitement grew. She wondered how they could be so carefree. Midnight had mentally prepared her for a long and taxing first day. Himiko remained on the defense while she claimed a desk near Asui and Iida.
The door shot open with a bountiful SLAM. A grumpy, blonde haired boy stepped in, scanning the classroom in contempt. Himiko recognized this person as well and frowned at the memory of his crass attitude. Everyone focused on his obnoxious entry.
"Which one of you fucking extras was it, hah?"
The classroom paused, "... 'Extras?'"
"Who fucking took first place from me?"
Himiko gulped.
"Answer me! Who is my rival?" He barked, "Who is 'Toga Himiko?'"
Asui turned to Himiko as realization sank in, "That's it. Your name is To-"
Himiko jumped from her seat and quickly covered Asui's mouth with her hand. She didn't want to start the day with a confrontation. So much for preventing bullying.
The boy soon realized no one was going to answer. He mumbled under his breath and, with a "tsk," found a seat by the window. He descended with a thud. He rested his legs and feet on the table and leaned back. His scowl grew deeper.
"Whoa, dude! That's one heck of an entrance. It's the first day of school! Ease up a bit, yeah?" A red-haired boy hopped over with a simper. Himiko wondered if he had a death wish.
"What did you just say to me? Fuck off or I'll crush you."
As everybody finished claiming their seats, Iida stepped in authoritatively, "Don't put your legs up on the desk! Don't you know that's disrespectful towards our upperclassmen and the people who made these desks?"
The boy barked back and their verbal skirmish began. The door slid open as one of the final students made entry. Himiko's eyes widened with glee upon recognition. The entire class turned to focus on him.
"Oh, um-"
'He passed. Midoriya-kun made it,' She gripped her chest with a closed first, 'I'm so glad.' She gathered the courage to stand from her seat and walk over, "Mido-"
"Good morning," Iida boldly stepped in and approached the boy. They had a short back and forth about the exam. He continued, "I didn't realize you had dual duplicating and strength-enhancing quirks. It was quite the spectacle to see you simultaneously fighting villains and saving examinees."
"Oh, well, actually-" Midoriya started as his eyes landed on Himiko's. He blinked, blushed and anxiously broke eye contact.
"Iida-kun, his quirk is-" Himiko tried to help clarify.
"Oh, that curly hair! You're the plain-looking one!" The cute, brown-haired girl Himiko recognized jumped in.
Iida and the brunette's extroverted personalities overpowered Himiko's. The blonde rendered it useless and returned to her seat. A small selection of students eyed her curiously. She caught a few gazes and they turned away in fear. Did she really look that intimidating?
"Go somewhere else if you plan on being friends," Aizawa appeared.
Himiko smiled as Eraserhead crawled his way into the classroom. Secretly, she wanted Vlad King as her homeroom teacher, but she was glad to have Aizawa. He had a refreshing take on the world of heroics and always offered excellent pointers during his rare appearances at her quirk training.
He struggled to stand straight at the podium. He blinked slowly, "Since someone promised to buy me lunch for the next two weeks," He eyed Himiko as if she knew whom, "I'll recognize those who've passed the recommendation exam. I'll also introduce the entrance exam winner." He looked down on a resting sheet of paper with hinted annoyance.
Himiko's eyes widened, 'Oh crap. This is bad.'
"Todoroki Shouto and Yaoyorozu Momo. Step forward."
The beautiful dark-haired girl and half-red, half-white stern boy walked towards the podium and stood at attention. Their serious expressions matched their prestigious placement as the unofficial top of the class.
"These are our recommendation students. It's a big deal, I guess," Aizawa stated.
Todoroki and Yaoyorozu gave their polished greetings. The girl was professionally pleasant while the boy seemed distant and neutral. Himiko listened as her new classmates began their mumbled speculations. They seemed much more concerned about the entrance exam winner. Himiko grew tense.
"I bet the entrance exam winner is that glasses dude. He seems like the type."
"Not a chance. It has to be that huge guy with the appendages."
"I think you're both wrong. I think it's that hawk kid."
"I'm a crow," Said crow-student scolded.
"Settle down. Toga Himiko, step forward," Aizawa ordered.
The class went dead silent and Himiko gulped. It was now or never. With far-spread fingers, the blonde placed her palms onto the desk's flat surface. She sluggishly pushed herself up and out from her seat and mechanically approached Aizawa. Her new teacher's expression was unreadable. Inch by inch, she turned herself around and faced the seated students. She cringed at their shock and awe.
"This is our year's U.A. entrance exam champion," Aizawa gestured to Himiko.
"Ehhhh?" The classroom uniformly exclaimed.
A Girl's Academia - End
