Coco: I AM HERE-with a new chapter!...Sorry, couldn't resist _ Anyway, just wanted to leave a brief message with you all before getting started with the chapter. Just wanting to point out that like in my other BnHA story, there will be 3 additional students added to the hero course. Though not all in 1-A. You see, to try and keep all team ups, tests, and everything even amongst the classes in my last story, I was going to add 8 ocs to UA. This includes Ayano. However people complained about the amount of ocs, so I left off the four new additions in class 1-B and to keep myself from having to rewrite a whole bunch of chapters, I left the ones in 1-A alone.

But anyway, in another attempt to try and keep things equal and not odd numbered there will be 4 ocs added to the hero course. Two in 1-A and two in 1-B. And to keep with the DC theme and the whole not everyone wants to be a super hero vibe that Santana has going on, these new additions will be based on DC villains. Namely members of the Suicide Squad. So any villain ever apart in the Suicide Squad in any of the adaptations, comics, movies, etc was considered to fill one of the three remaining spots. All of them powerful female villainesses and/or anti-heros in DC are now going to be part of the hero course at U.A. Of course, I'll give them my own Coco-spin and BnHA-them up a bit to better fit the story.

The problem is that I'm not sure who to place in 1-A with Santana. So maybe you can help me? I'm not going to do a formal poll or anything as most of the time, I find people just casting their opinions in the comments anyway or even messaging me. So, anyway, the three villainesses I'm going to be building my ocs off of are Harley Quinn, Cheetah, and Nightshade (maybe not a very well know character but I like her). I was thinking of throwing Poison Ivy in there but instead of Cheetah, but I wasn't sure if people would be too upset considering we have Ibara. Though I had this really interesting idea for the Poison Ivy idea that I loved but idk. You guys just tell me your thoughts on it. I might still go with Ivy in the end. I just need to kind of figure out what I needed to do by next update and the other 1-A oc will be introduced to Santana by then.

As Santana had predicted, she made it into U.A. high school. Something her aunt had been thrilled about even if her dear niece was less than pleased with. And before Santana knew it her first day of classes arrived much too soon for her liking. She wasn't in a particular rush to get to those classes either, but Akua definitely wasn't going to let her lag this morning.

"Santana, hurry!" Akua called from downstairs. "You're going to be late."

Santana groaned a she was looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the school's uniform and wasn't digging it. The skirt was too short and the tie made her feel as if she had a vice around her neck. She missed her former school's lack of uniforms. She tried tugging the skirt down a bit to cover her legs more, but that wasn't happening. Though Santana was pretty comfortable with her body, she didn't need someone seeing what kind of underwear she wore, which she was afraid would happen. Next time, she went out, she was going to buy herself some tights—maybe even leggings. Or some compression shorts would work too.

"Santana, get down here now!" Akua shouted once more.

Santana held back an eyeroll before looking to Toro as the large dog laid comfortably on her bed. His tail wagged a bit when he saw her attention on him.

"Wish me luck, Toro." Santana said to him as she grabbed her bag, which had been lying next to him.

She gave him an affectionate pat on the head then hurried out of her room before her aunt blew a fuse. Akua, who was already in her hero costume, waited at the bottom of the stairs with bottle of a orange juice and a toasted egg sandwich—both her preferred sustenance for breakfast—in hand. She gave Santana a exasperated look as the teen grabbed her shoes to slip on before taking the offered food and drink.

"If you hadn't taken so long, you could have actually eaten that at the table comfortably." Akua pointed out. "Tomorrow let's try to have breakfast together tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, Tía." Santana said.

Akua smiled at Santana before giving the girl a kiss on her check. Something that Santana almost flinched at as she wasn't used to the affection.

"Good." Akua said. "Now go on. You can't be late on your first day."

Santana nodded her head before heading out, so to head to the train station, which would bring her close enough to U.A. to foot it the rest of the way. She had her sandwich stuffed in her mouth and made it to the gate leading up to the house when Akua called out to her.

"And promise me to try and make at least one new friend today!" Akua shouted.

Santana grimaced, but as she couldn't tell Akua "no", she nodded her head in agreeance, which had Akua's smile widening. She waved one last time to the teen before she prepared to leave for work herself. Santana continued to hurry down the street towards the station as she finished eating her sandwich. She sipped on the orange juice as she went and as she turned the corner a few blocks down from her home, she nearly ran into someone who was leaving through their home's front gate.

She gasped while barely stopping in time to keep herself from hitting the person. The person gasped as well looking surprised, but then a large grin pulled across their face. Santana's eyes widened when recognizing Denki standing in front of her. She had no idea the blonde was so close to her home. Of course, she hasn't exactly gone out venturing since her arrival here.

"Sukōchi!" Denki exclaimed. "Hey! I had no idea you lived nearby."

Santana gave what she hoped was a smile to the blonde. Though knowing her it wasn't. Smiling isn't her strongest forte—especially around people she wasn't familiar with.

"I recently moved here to live with my aunt." Santana said with a shrug.

"That's cool!" Denki said. "And I'm guessing by your uniform that you got into U.A., huh? That means, we can walk together."

He said this last part with a wink as Santana hummed in response. She wasn't really looking for a walking buddy, but she supposed it didn't hurt anything.

"Ya know, if you want," Denki, who started losing his smile, added when she had remained silent.

Santana mentally sighed though nodded her head, which brought Denki's smile back.

"Awesome," Denki said. "Well, we better get going. We're both running late by this point."

He said this with a small shrug as if he wasn't too worried about it. Though when the two moved, they did jog a bit as they did need to reach the station preferably before the next train left.

"So, do you know what class you'll be in?" Denki asked her. "1-A or 1-B?"

"A," Santana replied.

Based by Denki's growing smile, she could only assume the two would be in the same class together.

"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other then," Denki said. "Say, want to maybe grab a bite with me after school today? You know, might as well get to know each other better if we'll be spending so much time together."

Santana didn't reply at first as she really had to mull over it. She really wasn't sure if she could last an entire meal speaking to someone. She didn't have the best social skills if she was being completely honest. She wasn't the type to spend time with people her own age as her father kept her busy most of the time and she never felt the need to speak to her fellow teens when in school either. However, she did promise Akua to make at least one new friend today, and Denki was right when saying they'd be seeing each other a lot. So, might as well try to be friends with him, right?

"Sure," Santana said not seeing how Denki's face lit up. "It'll be nice to have a friend since I'm so new here."

Her words instantly had Denki's expression losing its excited expression as it turned a bit mopey. Santana didn't seem to notice though as the two continued their trek.

"Here we are," Denki said as he and Santana stopped outside class 1-A's door.

They made it sooner than they thought and actually had a few minutes to spare. The two entered with a few people giving curious glances at their entrance. Though no one went out of their ways to introduce themselves, which Santana was okay with. There were twenty-two desks in the room with rows 1 and 4 having one extra desk at the end of the rows that 2 and 3 did not have. Most of the seats were filled, so there weren't too many options to pick from. Santana also had to mentally lament the fact that all of the backrow seats were taken.

"Looks, there's two seats near each other we can take." Denki said as he pointed to the first and second rows.

Santana looked at the two seats he pointed towards. On the first row the open desk was third back and would place whoever set there between a girl with pink skin and a girl with green hair and wide eyes. While the seat on the second row was second in line and would place her or Denki between a blonde boy with a tail or a boy with red spikey hair. While the desks weren't right next together, it would keep the two of them close, which seemed to be Denki's plan. Santana shrugged her shoulders.

"Works for me, Ese." Santana said with a shrug.

Denki nodded then told her to pick first, so Santana opted to take the seat in the first row between the two girls, which left Denki to take the seat in the second row. Before her butt was even fully in her seat, the girl in front of her turned around in her chair.

"Hey, I'm Ashido Mina!" The girl said with a big friendly smile. "I saw you in my block during the entrance exam. You killed it out there, girl!"

Her words and slightly raised voice had a few people turning in their direction, which had Santana's brow twitch slightly. She didn't want attention period. But especially not on the first day.

"Thanks," Santana, who completely plopped down into her seat by now, said anyway as she tried to ignore the looks. "It was nothing though, really…I'm…I'm Sukōchi Santana by the way."

She tried to give Mina a smile as she spoke, but she was sure it was a grimace.

"Nice to meet ya!" Mina replied. "Oh, that's Asui Tsuyu behind you. We've already became acquainted."

Santana turned her head to look at the greenette who raised her hand to give a small wave.

"Please call me Tsu," She requested.

"Sure," Santana said. "You can call me Santana then, I guess. I mean, in the States we usually go by first name bases anyway."

She understood here in Japan things were different as her mother is Japanese, so she was raised with some Japanese mannerisms all her life. It helped her transition here so easily as she already knew about the culture difference and she knows the language. Though that didn't mean she preferred to go by her surname. She'd rather go by Santana as much as possible.

"Hey, hey, that's not far, Sukōchi," Denki spoke up from his seat. "What about me? I've known you longer."

He said this teasingly as he leaned forward on his desk a bit with his crossed arms.

"You can call me Santana too if you want, Kaminari," Santana said nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter to me either way."

It looked as if Denki was going reply, but someone shouting caught everyone's attention. Santana turned her head along with everyone else to see that serious boy from the other day. He was looking disbelievingly at one of the other students who was leaned back in his seat with his feet on the desk.

"Take your feet off that desk right now!" The boy ordered.

The boy—who had ashy blonde hair—just smirked in return as he remained in his relaxed position in his seat.

"Huh?" The blonde questioned with a tone that was just looking to rub serious boy the wrong way.

Santana watched in mild curiosity as she wondered if a fight way going to break out. In her old school, fights weren't uncommon and she has been in many herself as mentioned earlier. They got so bad sometimes and happened so often, they had some pretty serious security.

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you Cretan!" Serious boy exclaimed.

"You're kidding me, right?" The blonde asked. "Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

The serious boy seemed utterly surprised by the blonde's brazen question, but instead of blowing a fuse, he let out a sigh.

"Let's start over." He said while placing his hand over his chest. "I'm Iida Tenya from the Soumei Private Academy."

Santana could only guess that school was some kind of big deal based on its name, but it didn't seem as if the blonde was impressed.

"Soumei, huh?" The blonde said not getting any friendlier. "So, you must think you're better than me. I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one."

Tenya gasped at his threat as Santana held back a snort. The blonde guy was just all cuddles and sunshine, wasn't he?

"You would threaten me?!" Tenya asked. "Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?!"

The blonde scoffed rolling his eyes before something seemed to catch his attention at the classroom's door. Tenya followed his gaze with his eyes widening slightly.

"It's him." He said.

Once again heads turned. Santana tilted her head at the newcomer. The boy at the door looked rather plain even with his wild pushy, green hair. He had nothing about him that really stood out to Santana, but Tenya seemed to know who he was as did the blonde who looked annoyed at the sight of him. The boy looked nervous with all the eyes on him as he averted his own to look away.

"Um, hi," He stuttered out.

As Tenya went to speak with the boy, many others went back to previous conversations they were having, which meant Santana would have to keep socializing it would seem.

"Anyway, Santana, you mentioned the States earlier," Mina said. "So, you weren't born here in Japan?"

Santana mentally frowned as she realized her slip up. Though she supposed it wasn't a big deal. Besides, if it wasn't already rather apparent already, it would come to light eventually that she wasn't exactly Japanese. Not completely anyway. She's American born with a Japanese mother and a Latino father. Her mother had moved to the U.S when she was teenager alongside Santana's maternal grandparents and her aunt Akua who had been ten or so at the time. Years before that her father's family moved from Puerto Rico when his mother was pregnant with him and his father was looking for better work and a new life for the growing family.

Eventually Santana's mother and father met during their high school years and well, not long after that Santana was born. She was raised with both her mother's family and father's family's influence growing up, so she spoke rather fluently in both Japanese and Spanish—and of course, English. And she was well versed in the two different cultures that her parents had been raised in. Two very different cultures as they may be, Santana didn't mind as it was part of who she was, and just seemed normal for her.

"No," Santana finally replied to Mina's inquiry. "I was born in America, but recently moved here to Japan to live with my aunt. She's a small-time pro hero here as she worked in America for years before relocating to Japan about a year or two ago."

Akua hadn't been that well known in America either though as she was more a support type hero than one of the big hitters. But Akua has always did good work, and she's one of the few heroes—if only hero Santana could say she admires. And not just because she's her aunt—well, maybe partially because.

"Oh, really?" Tsuyu hummed. "Who is she?"

"Yeah, maybe we know her!" Mina added.

Before Santana could reply, all conversation was brought to a halt again, when those near the door gasped loudly.

'What now?' Santana wondered as everyone was back to looking at the entrance to the classroom.

She then blinked once and then twice when she noticed the adult male laying in the floor inside a yellow sleeping bag. He looked as if he hasn't had a decent sleep in months. Though after a few seconds, he was climbing out of said bag after he welcomed the students to the hero course.

"It took you eight seconds before you all shut up." The man said continuing whatever he had been saying to the trio at the door. "That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

Santana was going to go out on a limb and say this guy was their teacher. Though he was the scruffiest teacher she's ever laid eyes on. Though he still looked more well-kept than some of the teachers she's ever had.

"Hello, I'm Aizawa Shota." He introduced himself. "Your teacher."

Well, that confirmed what Santana had been thinking just a second ago, didn't it? Their new teacher then pulled what looked like a gym uniform out of his sleeping bag to hold out towards them.

"Right, let's get to it." Aizawa said. "Put these on and head outside."

No one moved at first, but it seemed as if their teacher really had no patience for time wasting, as he tossed the uniform in hand at the green-haired boy who gasped and fumbled to catch it.

"Hurry it up." Aizawa said. "We don't have all day."

He then started pulling out another uniform while calling out the name to the student who it belonged to. Said student moved up to grab it before being sent out the door. This continued on as Santana vaguely tried to match names to faces as her classmates went up to collect their uniforms. She was usually good at remembering people's names and faces, so hopefully it wouldn't take long to learn who was who amongst the students. They would be seeing each other for the next three years after all, and even if Santana wasn't going to go out of her way to make friends, she could at least learn their names.

Soon Santana and her classmates found themselves outside the school building it what appeared to be a little track area. Aizawa stood in front of them with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Now, that we're all here," Aizawa said. "We can start the quirk assessment test."

"What a quirk assessment test?" Many of the others repeated in shock.

Santana didn't really care. If this guy wanted to assess their abilities, she would oblige. Though she'd have to be careful and not go all out. She didn't want to be burning her new gym clothes so soon. She didn't feel like having to pay for new ones. That and going all out would be a waste of time and energy.

"But, orientation," Ochaco—bubbly girl who had greeted the messy-haired boy Izuku by the door—fretted. "We're going to miss it!"

Aizawa didn't seem too concerned with missing the little orientation ceremony as he kept his back to the students.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you waste time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa informed them.

His words seemed to shake some of the students, but Santana didn't mind. She probably would have slept through that orientation ceremony anyway.

"Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions," Aizawa informed them as he turned his head to look at the teens. "That means I get to run my class however I see fit."

He finally turned to face them completely as a few looked worried about what their teacher had in mind.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives." Aizawa remined them before holding up his phone, which showed a list of tests he was prepared to give them. "But you've never been allowed to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend that we're all created equal and not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn."

Aizawa then turned his eyes on Katsuki—the sunshine and rainbows guy—as the blonde was standing near the edge of the group of students.

"Bakugo," Aizawa addressed. "You managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distant throw in junior high?"

"67 meters, I think." Katsuki replied.

Aizawa nodded his head before he pulled out a softball from his pocket. Though it seemed a bit different as it had a blue ring around it. It looked a little high tech for a simple ball.

'Huh, fancy,' Santana thought absently.

"Right, try doing it with your quirk." Aizawa said.

He tossed the ball at Katsuki who caught it with ease. Aizawa then instructed the blonde to go over to one of the throwing circles on the field.

"Anything goes," Aizawa told him. "Just stay in the circle."

Katsuki looked at Aizawa with a quirked brow before looking to the ball in his hand.

"Go on," Aizawa pushed. "You're wasting our time."

"Alright, man, you asked for it," Katsuki warned as he stretched out his throwing arm.

He took a throwing stance before slinging his arm forward and as his hand went to release the ball, a huge explosion came from his palm. It sent the ball hurtling far off into the distance to the point it became a tiny speck.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." Aizawa said. "It's the most rational way to find out your potential of becoming a pro hero."

He held up the phone to show Katsuki's score, which had many of the class gasping.

"Whoa, 705 meters," Denki said. "Are you kidding me?"

Santana was quite impressed as well. That number wouldn't be easy to beat in the slightest.

'Though I supposed I should aim for the top spot as I don't know the others' abilities,' Santana told herself. 'Best to aim high, so I don't end up at the bottom.'

Akua wouldn't let her hear the end of it if she came home to tell the older woman that on her first day, she ended up with a terrible test score first thing.

"I wanna go!" Mina exclaimed. "That looks like fun."

A few others exclaimed their excitement as well, but based on the expression on Aizawa's face, Santana wasn't so sure if excitement is what they should be feeling.

"So, this looks like fun, huh?" He asked confusing the teens by his tone of voice. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and play time?"

His question was met by confused looks and silence, which had him smirking.

"Idiots," Aizawa said. "Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately."

His words caused many of the students to begin to freak out, but Santana kept her cool. This teacher of theirs sure was intense. It wasn't what she was expecting that was for sure, but she's been through worse. All she had to do was keep calm and think rationally on all the ways her quirk can get her through the tests once Aizawa presented them to the teens.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class is run," Aizawa reminded them as he pushed his hair back out of his face. "Understand? If that's a problem you can head home right now."

It was silent for a long moment as many of the students didn't know what to say. Though it was finally broken as Ochaco stepped forward.

"You can't send one of us home!" Ochaco protested. "I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day that isn't fair."

Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Ochaco's words as she ran her fingers through her hair.

'It isn't fair?' Santana thought. 'Maybe it wasn't, but life in general wasn't exactly fair, was it? These…these kids…they have no idea.'

And it would seem as if their teacher knew that as he was obviously trying to teach them something.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are?" Aizawa retorted. "Or power-hungry villains, hmm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond—plus ultra-style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

Santana shook her head as she frowned forward at nothing in particular. While Aizawa's words might almost sound inspirational or at least something to get them going, she just felt annoyance. No matter how strong the person, no one can fight against something as big as the unfairness of the world. No matter how many people a hero saves, there's always going to be a hundred more people suffering.

'Not to mention that the word hero has kind of lost its true meaning,' Santana thought. 'So many pros are only in it for money and prestige. Or because they want excitement in their lives. It isn't because they actually want to help people. But here I am having to play along with it all. It's annoying.'

She sighed while tuning back into the current situation as Aizawa moved on to the reason why they were out here for in the first place.

"Now, the first test with be a 50-yard dash." Aizawa told them. "Prepare yourselves."