U.A. was ridiculously massive for a high school.

Seven main buildings for classes, main and secondary cafeterias, primary and subterranean gyms, twelve tertiary buildings, four simulation centers and ten recreation fields.

That's not even counting the three dormitories across the street.

I admit, I was more than a bit starstruck as Shinso lead the way to our class.

1-A.

The Hero Course.

Well, technically, there are three hero course classes. 1-A, 1-B and 1-C. From what the student handbook and the net say, 1-A is for those who scored the highest overall in the entrance exam, 1-B for the runner-ups and 1-C for those that met the minimum required. Then there was General Studies, who were here for the prestige and wide variety of courses that U.A. provided and could be promoted to the hero course if a spot opened up.

After G.S. were Hero Support, Managerial Studies and...

...

"Shinso, what's the last course that U.A. has? General Studies, Hero Support, Managerial Studies...I forget the last one.." I whisper as we pass the massive main cafeteria. Shinso flips through the manual and shows me the right page. "Thanks!"

...Culinary, which was taught mainly by Pro Hero Lunch-Rush.

U.A. wasn't just the premier academy for heroics, but hosted a plethora of other areas of study.

"We're here..." Shinso's voice cuts through my inner monologue. I find us both standing right before a ten foot door with 1-A emblazoned on its surface. This was it...

"Alright, Hero Course...wow, I'm suddenly really nervous..." I laugh weakly, legs trembling a bit. I mean, this is the big time. Inside are the top scorers and the very best of our age, gathered in one room for the sole purpose of forging themselves into the great heroes of the age. All Might, Endeavor, Crimson Riot, Gang Orca, Best Jeanist...

Every Top 10 hero still alive today were once students in U.A., all members of the hero course themselves. This class was where they got their start.

I gulp and Shinso, apathetic jerk that he is, slides the door open and shoves me inside. I yelp, stumbling through the doorway to find...

...three people inside.

Was the hero course this small?!

Shinso closes the door behind him and the three inside rush over to meet us. The first is a muscular kid a bit taller than me with blazing red hair spiked up. He smiles, teeth like that of a shark. Part of his quirk, maybe?

"Eijiro Kirishima, pleased to meet you!" He holds a hand out that Shinso immediately takes.

"Hitoshi Shinso, i guess." He introduces himself before geturing to me. "This is Harui Toyama. Try not to get too friendly with her, she freaks out easily until she gets used to people."

I pouted, crossing my arms. The second and third person eagerly introduce themselves as well. Spikey blonde hair is all that makes the second guy stand out while the pink, almost alien features of the only other girl make her easy to spot.

"Denki Kaminari," blondie states, right hand giving a wave. He has an almost devil-may-care attitude about him.

"Mina Ashido!" Alien girl practically shouts, draping herself over my shoulder. Immediately, she begins rubbing her cheek against mine and I blush brightly. She's too close and wow, her skin is softer than mine. "Ne, Toyama, Let's be friends!"

I nod, solar energy seeping a bit. Ashido squeals, happy and says, "Wow, you're so warm! It's like I'm next to a space heater. Is that part of your quirk?"

"Y-yeah, I can run pretty hot if I'm not careful." I say, reigning the light back inwards. I edge just a bit out of her embrace, not entirely comfortable with how close the two of us are. "I have to be careful or I might light my uniform on fire. And burn people touching me, so yeah..."

"I get it, I'm the same with my acid quirk." Ashido lifts up both hands, surrendering the space between us. "Melts anything depending on how strong I make it. Can't tell you how many outfits I lost because I got excited or freaked out when I was younger."

"Yeah, so many frilly dresses burning away because I was so excited to wear them," I say with a 'what can you do' air about me. Ashido and I share this...moment where we both remember certain outfits our families shoved us into that were just adorable. I think...no way...

Ashido and I grab hands, smiling widely.

"Did we just become friends?!" We both squeal happily, finally finding someone that understood our 'accidents'. I spot Shinso glancing at us curiously before he's drawn back into some conversation with Kirishima and Kaminari.


It takes a few minutes, but the classroom slowly fills up with more students.

"Tenya Iida, how d-Ah, Miss Toyama, I'm happy to see that you are here as well!" Iida was someone I'd become...acquainted with last year. Grandfather tried to arrange an...understanding with the Iida family. Sadly, the negotiations completely fell through. Iida was a nice guy, luckily.

"Tsuyu Asui, call me Tsuyu." Wide eyes, hunched over with long green hair. Some kind of Mutation quirk, I guess. She seemed okay.

"Mezo Koji." Taller than Iida, more muscular than Kirishima and multiple arms with a mask over his face. I don't know what's up with him.

"Kyoka Jirou, I remember you from Nabu. I guess we're rocking this class together." I vaguely remember Jirou from middle school. She was in Class...F, I think? Shinso and I were in Class B. Her purple hair and earphone jacks were the only things I remembered about her.

"Hanta Sero, I was in Class C at Nabu. You're Harui Toyama, right?" His wide smile and strange elbows were all I recalled of Sero from middle school. Wow, am I really oblivious to people? I gotta work on that.

"Yuga Aoyama, though there is no need for introductions, mademoiselle Toyama." The kiss to the hand had Shinso shoving Aoyama away, but I did my best to reign him in. Aoyama and I were acquainted mainly from the parties and gatherings Grandfather took me to. Aoyama was nice, if a bit insecure about his quirk. He also sparkles...a lot.

"Fumikage Tokoyami, you are very bright." He has a bird head and wow, his voice...

"Tooru Hagakure, I'm smiling, okay?" Invisible girl is invisible...

"Yui Kodai, a pleasure to meet you." Elegant and calm, tall and pretty. I try not to be jealous...

"Itsuka Kendo, how do you do?" Red hair, big sister type. Damn it, another tall pretty girl.

"Momo Yaoyorozu, I see you made it in as well, Toyama." Yaoyorozu is mega rich, tall and leggy and, most importantly, my one true rival. Our quirks are similar and Grandfather constantly compares me to her. I don't want to hate her, because she's genuinely a nice girl. But she's got so much going for her it's hard not to.

"Get out my way, extras." Angry blonde with red eyes looks like someone pissed in his cereal and shit on his front step. I carefully avoid him, though Shinso glares right back.

"I-Izuku M-m-midoriya, hi!" Short with green hair, adorable freckles and everything about him screams cinnamon roll I must protect. Though according to Iida, this little cinnamon roll utterly destroyed the Zero-point robot during the exam. Holy shit...

"Ochako Uraraka, hello!" Bubbly brunette with a cute face and a personality to match. Maybe we'll be friends?

"..." This half-white, half-red haired guy needs no introduction. His name is Shouto Todoroki, youngest child of the Number Two Pro Hero, Endeavor. I've met him and his family before. Grandfather really...really...wants to make a connection to the Todoroki family. Their quirks are all really strong and versatile; supposedly, Shouto Todoroki has both fire and ice quirks from his father and mother. I really hope Grandfather screws things up.

"You all took far too long to calm down and take your seats." Most of us recoil or shout when a giant yellow caterpillar-man pops up behind the teacher's podium at the front of the class. Thankfully, he's not actually a caterpillar, just bundled up in a sleeping bag. The man has wild black hair, a tired expression and a 'gives zero fucks' vibe to him. "I'm Shouta Aizawa, homeroom teacher for 1-A and senior instructor for the hero course. Everyone line up at the door so we can head out to the entrance ceremony. Anyone that gets lost or purposely wanders off will be sent to General Studies."

No one moved for a brief moment...

"Now." He deadpans and we all scramble in line. Shinso and I get separated, with him in the far back with most of the boys. I get lumped between miss perfect Yaoyorozu and totally-a-big-sister Kendo. Aizawa looks over us, rubs a hand over his face and leads the way to the auditorium. "Eight seconds too long..."

Hmm, either he really wants to not teach or he's gonna be a hard ass instructor. I'll probably figure it out by the end of the week.

...at least, I hope I will.