Chapter 16
.:. It Begins .:.
The first full day of classes felt pretty routine, but also not.
Izuku vibrated in excitement each time the door opened to reveal another Pro Hero he'd seen only in videos and photographs, every single one in full costume. Sure, they still taught relatively mundane subjects, but these were Pro Heroes! Even after seeing Gran Torino nearly every day and even All Might, Izuku couldn't help his inner fanboy's internal squeals of glee at seeing so many of his idols.
By the time lunch rolled around he felt like he was on cloud nine. "There's so many Pros!" he exclaimed as he sat at a cafeteria table with Uraraka, Tsuburaba, and a few others from their class. "I can't believe we're being taught by Pros!"
"Well, this is UA," Asui commented. "It's pretty famous for being taught by pros, kero."
"I know, but still! This is so cool!"
"While I understand your enthusiasm, you should try not to make such a big deal of it," Iida said. "They're still your teachers, first and foremost, and deserve to be respected as such!"
"I don't think it's bad to be excited right now," Yaoyorozu said with a smile. "It's still the first day, and none of us really know who the teachers are. The syllabus kept the names blank for security reasons."
"Yeah," Uraraka agreed. "I'm with Deku on this one. I know I'll probably get used to it pretty fast, but right now it's really cool seeing all these pros!"
"Well, as long as you treat them with proper respect, I suppose it's fine," Iida allowed with a nod. "Although, please try not to mumble so much during class, Midoriya." Izuku wilted a bit and sheepishly shrunk.
"S-sorry about that..." Even though Gran Torino had spent months trying to help him kick his mumbling habit, seeing so many Pro Heroes in such a short time had made him effectively relapse. By the time Cementoss came in for third period it had gotten bad enough that the man had to ask him to be quiet, much to his embarrassment.
Luckily his classmates didn't seem inclined to linger on the topic. "Hey, who's that girl Komori and Kodai are talking to?" Tsuburaba piped up curiously, glancing to the side. "She's not from our class." Izuku and the others followed his gaze to see their classmates seated at another table not too far away with a silver-haired girl.
"Oh, that's Yanagi," Uraraka replied. "She and Komori are floormates at the dorms. They spent pretty much the whole weekend together, so I'm not surprised they're getting lunch together. You can see my floormate Kendo over there, she's the one with the bright orange hair!" She pointed to a table further away where Izuku recognized Kendo, talking to some other kids Izuku didn't recognize.
"Oh right, the dorms have both classes in the same building, don't they?" Yaoyorozu said. "I've been curious about what the dorms are like since this is the first year they're open to the public. I thought about moving in just to see, but I decided I'd probably still be more comfortable at home."
"As did I," Iida agreed, before adding a bit more sheepishly, "That, and my brother said he thought I would never leave campus if I moved in." Izuku silently agreed with Iida's brother. Based on their few interactions so far, Izuku could already tell he was the serious, studious type. If he lived on campus, he'd probably devote all of his time to studying and training.
"Do all the dorm floors have someone from both classes?" Asui asked curiously.
"No, I live on the same floor as Shinsou," Izuku said. "I wanted to invite him to eat lunch with us, actually, but he, uh... wasn't interested, I guess." He shrugged feebly, trying not to frown. When he'd tried to invite the other boy to lunch Shinsou had just muttered a quiet refusal before shuffling off. As far as Izuku could tell he'd only stuck around the cafeteria long enough to get food before going somewhere else to eat.
It made Izuku feel disappointed, but also worried. Ever since the Quirk assessment test, Shinsou seemed to be avoiding... well, everyone. Even after classes he'd gone straight to his room, and only emerged long enough to grab dinner. Izuku really wanted to get to the bottom of that, but he also knew he should give the other boy space. After all the attention he got in his last year of middle school, he knew firsthand how stressful it could be to have someone try to force you into social interaction.
Judging from Uraraka's small frown, she'd probably noticed it too. "He's probably just shy," Asui told them. "It's still only the first real day, kero. He'll come around, I'm sure."
"Yeah, probably just new year jitters," Tsuburaba said with a nod. "But I just realized, this means you guys know some of the 1-B kids too, right?"
"Yeah, the ones in the dorms," Uraraka confirmed. "We all use the same common area and kitchen, so we've talked a bit. And so far I think we'd all die for Satou."
"Why Satou?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"His baking," Izuku and Uraraka replied in unison, making her blink in surprise. Uraraka added, very seriously, "He made us a cake on the first day in the dorms."
"Yoarashi called it the best cake ever and literally vowed to do anything for him if he agreed to bake more in the future," Izuku added. It had actually been pretty comedic to see Yoarashi stand ramrod straight and declare his eternal fealty to Satou in exchange for his baking. Satou had looked pretty overwhelmed and flustered at the declaration of loyalty.
"Yoarashi?" Asui repeated, and they quickly pointed him out. It took a moment to find him, since his buzzed brown hair didn't stand out as much as some of the other students' brightly colored hair, but he was sitting with several others from Class 1-B. At least the sheer size of him made him hard to miss once you knew what to look for. Of course, it wasn't as noticeable when he was sitting at a table, but his loud, booming laugh ended up drawing their eyes to him anyway.
"He certainly seems... enthusiastic," Iida commented as several other tables turned to look Yoarashi's direction when his laughter echoed over the general chatter.
"That's an understatement," Uraraka agreed. "I don't think anyone has as much school spirit as he does!" Iida noticeably straightened at that, clearly seeing a challenge in those words. Not that anyone besides Izuku noticed.
"Man, you know all these 1-B kids, and here I still haven't even learned all the names from our own class!" Tsuburaba groaned. "I don't even know this guy's name, I've been waiting for someone to say it!" He gestured to Iida, who sputtered in shock while Uraraka stifled a giggle.
Izuku perked up though, pulling a small pocket-sized notepad from his blazer. Gran had suggested it for jotting quick notes on the go when he couldn't use his full-sized notebook. "Actually, if you want some help, I made some notes on everyone," he said, flipping it open to a rough copy of the seating chart. "I thought it'd help me remember everyone's names faster." And also their Quirks, though he'd keep that to himself because—
Oh. Right, people usually found taking notes on others to be creepy and stalker-ish. He'd forgotten that part.
For a second Izuku worried that his offer would be seen as creepy, just like in middle school, but his worries quickly proved unfounded. "That is a wonderful idea, Midoriya-kun!" Iida praised with a nod. "Writing things down by hand helps commit it to memory better than simply hearing it or even typing it on a computer."
"I think I learned most of the names yesterday, but it's only the second day so I could use a refresher," Yaoyorozu said.
"Please share your wisdom with me, Midoriya-sensei," Tsuburaba said, clasping his hands together and bowing his head. Izuku felt his face heat up, even if he knew it was more playful than anything, and quickly turned to the notepad.
"R-right! Okay, so, I'll go by the columns, starting with the desk closest to the front. First column, you've got Ashido, Asui, Awase, Iida and Uraraka."
"Huh, I didn't realize most of the first column was at this table," Uraraka said in surprise. "Maybe we should invite them for lunch tomorrow?"
"Uh, I think they're good." Izuku's gaze flitted to Ashido and Awase, who sat at a table with Bakugou and a few others from the class. Bakugou's head started to turn their way and he quickly turned back to his notes. "Okay! Second column! Kaminari, Kirishima, Kodai, Komori and Satou. Kirishima's the redhead sitting with Ashido and Awase, and Kaminari's the blond guy with the electric Quirk."
"And you better know Satou after he gave us cookies yesterday," Uraraka added.
"Third column. Shouji, that guy with the mask. Shinsou. Jirou, that girl with the ear mutation that looks like it has some kinda jack on the end? And then Sero, who you should really know since he's right in front of you."
"I know him," Tsuburaba confirmed sheepishly. "And I know you and Yaoyorozu are in the last column, and that Bakugou guy's in front of you. Who're the other two?"
"Tokoyami and Todoroki," Yaoyorozu answered in Izuku's place. "I don't know Tokoyami, but Todoroki is one of the other recommendation students along with Shouji."
"Really?" Izuku perked up at the information. He recalled that UA had expanded its recommendation spots to allow up to six per year, so long as at least two had a second Quirk. The change came as more and more eligible kids had second Quirks each year, since children had been statistically more likely to develop one. They'd still needed to place in the top six of course, and he remembered hearing last year they'd kept it to four when only one person in the top six had two Quirks.
Shouji didn't resemble any Pro Heroes he could think of, and he knew Yaoyorozu had family connections and Todoroki was Endeavor's son, so... "So then, does Shouji have a second Quirk?"
"Yes, I think he was recommended by the Commission," Yaoyorozu confirmed. "They tend to keep an eye out for kids with useful Quirk combinations, but they don't really get involved with training them. I don't know exactly what his other Quirk is though. There were a lot of people at the recommendation exam, and I couldn't keep track of everyone. He did place above me though, he came in fourth."
"Woah," Uraraka and Tsuburaba breathed, Izuku mirroring their looks of awe.
"What did Todoroki place?" he asked curiously, and he really shouldn't have been surprised by the answer.
"First."
After the conversation about their classmates, Izuku anticipated their next class more than ever. The first class after lunch was Foundational Heroics, and this time Izuku wasn't excited to see who'd be teaching it, but his classmates. He'd been so excited by all the teachers he'd almost forgotten about their Quirks, but Yaoyorozu's confirmation that Shouji had two brought his curiosity back with a vengeance.
Yesterday he'd been able to observe his classmates during the assessment test, but that had been such a limited demonstration. Like Shinsou and Komori had pointed out, some Quirks weren't suited for physical exercises like that. At the very least, he never would have guessed that Shouji had two Quirks! Who knew what other secrets his classmates would be hiding?
And more importantly, their costumes would give him so much more information. Costumes were tailored to bring out the best of people's Quirks after all, which naturally included his.
Izuku wasn't the only one excited about it. Everyone seemed to be shaking with anticipation at their desks as they stared expectantly at Aizawa, the man looking bored which seemed to be his default expression.
"Everyone, it's time for your first Foundational Heroics class," he drawled in quite possibly the most underwhelming way possible to introduce the most important class of all. "We'll be holding the first class in Gym Gamma. I'll go over the details of the first exercise when we arrive, but before that, you'll need those."
He turned to the wall, and everyone sat up even straighter as four metal shelves began emerging with a mechanical whir. Excited gasps and whispers started as cases with bright green numbers came into sight, matching up to their seats. There was only one thing those could be.
"As you've probably guessed, these are your costumes," Aizawa declared. He looked a bit more alert and serious now, voice firm as he spoke. "They're designed based on your Quirk registration and requests you sent in before school started. Keep in mind though, these designs are not set in stone. If you find an issue with your costume, or realize you neglected some aspect of your Quirk, tell a teacher and we'll help submit a request to the support department. Most of you have no formal prior training, so you've likely overlooked some details that won't be obvious until we actually train."
The class chorused their understanding, but Izuku could tell they were more eager about the costumes than Aizawa's words. The man seemed to pick up on it too but didn't try to scold them, instead sighing and resuming his usual slouch. "Your seat numbers match the case. Grab them, and meet at Gym Gamma after changing."
After that everyone lined up to retrieve their costumes, Izuku hugging the case with 19 to his chest with a smile. My own costume, I can't believe it! He'd been dreaming of this day for literally as long as he could remember. Of everything that happened so far—from meeting All Might, to training with Gran Torino, to even passing the entrance exam and moving into UA—holding the case with his costume was the part that made it really sink in.
At long last, he was going to become a Hero.
"Midoriya, come with me," Aizawa called before he could follow his classmates to the locker rooms. "We need to talk about something before class. We'll meet up with the others at the gym." Izuku stiffened at being called out but quickly nodded, trying not to let his anxiety show.
"R-right," he agreed, following Aizawa in the other direction from the rest of his classmates. Part of him silently mourned at not being able to change into his costume right away, but his nervousness around Aizawa won out over that. He kept his head down as they walked, mind racing with questions about his teacher. He still didn't know much about the man beyond his surname, not even his hero name or Quirk.
Aizawa knew plenty about him though, as he'd revealed yesterday after the assessment.
"In case you were unaware, I have been briefed on your Quirk," he said once everyone had left.
"Oh, you mean Crash?" Izuku asked out of habit, but as soon as he said it he realized that Aizawa wouldn't ask him to stay for that.
"No, the other one." He stiffened, heart skipping a beat at the confirmation as Aizawa continued, "I believe you call it... Graft, correct?"
Izuku swallowed harshly and nodded. "Y-yeah, I do. Um, how did—?"
"Kid, I'm your homeroom teacher," Aizawa replied gruffly. "The rat told me as soon as the exam was scored. It would be irresponsible to not let me know that one of my students can take other people's Quirks." The way he phrased it had Izuku's heart skipping another beat, eyes going wide with horror.
"Th-that's not—I-I wouldn't—"
"Kid, I'm not saying you'd steal other students' Quirks or anything malicious like that," Aizawa cut in. "From what your file says, it's also not something that can happen by pure accident in a high-stakes situation. It requires a degree of conscious decision on your part, correct?"
"Y-yes, sir," Izuku confirmed, hastily bobbing his head, "I have to, uh, reach inside people, I guess? It's, kinda hard to explain, but the only time I used it by accident was the first time I used it, but that sludge villain was drowning me and I couldn't breathe so I was kind of panicking, and then I thought I saw a light and—" He stopped the rambling of his own accord this time, wincing as he mumbled, "Um, sorry."
If his rambling annoyed Aizawa, he didn't show it. "I only asked you to stay behind so I could let you know I'm aware of it. For understandable reasons, you don't have much experience with it, but just like with the physical tests that means you aren't fully aware of your capabilities and limits."
He crossed his arms with a sigh. "A lot of Quirks that manifested from the Second Quirk Boom can take time to fully develop or reveal their full capabilities. UA's had students who developed them before and after enrollment, so I've seen all the various ways this can go. Sometimes their full mechanics come naturally to the user like their first Quirk, but in some cases it's not nearly as clear-cut and is endless trial and error.
"You seem to be more of the first type," he added, "but that doesn't mean your understanding of it is perfect, and given its nature, your ability to train it is more limited than others. I want you to know you have someone you can talk to if it acts up or gives you problems further down the line. And I also want you to keep me updated if any Quirks are added for whatever reason."
"Of course, sir!" Izuku promised, nodding vigorously. "Right now it's just Crash and Glow Ink, and I don't know how I'd get more Quirks, but if I ever get... one..." He trailed off as he noticed Aizawa shooting him a rather sharp and maybe even surprised look, going by that slight widening of his eyes.
"...Glow Ink?"
Yeah, that had been a stressful conversation for Izuku. Particularly the part where it became clear Aizawa had not known about Glow Ink, and seemed ready to stalk off to confront whoever neglected to add it to his profile. Izuku had figured Gran, his mom, or, you know, All Might would have added it to his file—especially since Principal Nedzu apparently felt the need to go out of his way to brief Aizawa on Graft—but apparently not.
It kinda made him wonder about the file on Graft. They hadn't officially registered it for safety reasons, but he knew that All Might and Gran had Sir Nighteye help put together an unofficial file on it. Izuku hadn't personally seen it since it was mostly just the type of clerical information you'd find on an actual Quirk registration, but Gran had already told him that Nedzu would get a copy after he got into UA.
Izuku hadn't been surprised by the news. As the principal, it was only fair he got to see it. And plus, Nedzu was the smartest creature in all of Japan! Even without the file, he might figure it out somehow on his own. Izuku had also been informed that Recovery Girl would be told too, just in case any of the Quirks he might eventually attain led to health issues. However, for some reason it never occurred to him that his homeroom teacher would know.
And Izuku still had no idea who Aizawa was. All he could figure was that the man must be an underground hero, or else he'd have probably recognized him by now.
"So," Aizawa said as they walked along, snapping Izuku out of his thoughts. "Do you have any issues with heights?" Izuku stopped briefly to stare at him in confusion while Aizawa continued nonchalantly, "Given the entrance exam, I'd assume you don't, but I want to make sure."
"Um, no?" he squeaked after a moment, and Aizawa nodded and said nothing else. Okay, what the heck? Izuku felt confused now, and it only grew when he realized they'd left the building while he was lost in his thoughts. He didn't know the layout of UA yet since it was only his first real day, but... "Sir, are we going towards the gyms?"
"Yes," Aizawa confirmed. "We're heading to Gym Gamma first."
"Oh. Uh, shouldn't I change into my costume?"
"You won't need it today." That managed to clear up nothing, create an ominous air, and also make Izuku sad because he wouldn't get to wear his costume.
"I won't?" he nearly whined in disappointment.
"Changing would take too much time. We need to get there before your classmates."
"Shouldn't I at least have a gym uniform though? If we're doing hero training, I don't want to get this dirty or messed up or anything—"
"That won't be a concern in today's exercise." The vague answer made Izuku kind of want to scream and pepper him with more questions, but by this point he realized it would be useless. Aizawa clearly had no intent of telling him or he'd have said it by now, so Izuku decided to give up and they spent the rest of the walk to Gym Gamma in silence.
The exterior of Gym Gamma looked like you'd expect of a gym building at UA, industrial in design and towering tall enough to make Izuku feel like an ant. The interior, however, was where he stopped and stared.
Instead of anything remotely normal for a gym, it had the most abstract landscape he had ever seen. Stone spikes littered the area, multi-tiered plateaus scattered around with some nearly reaching the ceiling. Some of the plateaus had stairs built into them, others had rock climbing walls, or just very rigid walls meant to be climbed traditionally. Tall columns dotted the gaps between a few plateaus, and with the netting below them Izuku realized they were meant to be used for jumping.
"Aizawa, just in time," someone called, and Izuku broke out of his stunned stupor long enough to turn and see Cementoss waving from a raised plateau in the center of the room. Oh, of course. This must all be cement, not stone; he'd probably shaped the gym today. But what kind of training called for something like this!?
"A bit grandiose, don't you think," Aizawa asked as he walked over, and glanced over his shoulder to call, "Midoriya, don't just stop and stare." Izuku stumbled after him, still ogling his surroundings in disbelief as they mounted stairs. This particular plateau had an "island" surrounded by a wide "moat" in the center, but instead of water the ravine had a pit of spikes. The island itself had a structure that faintly resembled an abstract sand castle. Clearly it was meant to be the centerpiece of the gym.
Cementoss had them heading towards it, waiting on a bridge just wide enough for them to walk on without fear of falling if they misstepped. "I've been working on this for a few days," he confided casually. "The other teacher had some... interesting ideas." Izuku snapped out of his daze at that.
"Other teacher?" he repeated. He'd thought Aizawa would be handling Heroics since he'd been in the classroom after lunch.
"He'll be here soon," Aizawa said, and stepped off the bridge before turning to face Izuku. "Alright, step over there on the X. Leave your costume case with us." He gestured to a large, clear mat that covered a good chunk of the ground between the castle and bridge. The "X" Aizawa mentioned was a glowing pink marking in the center of the mat.
"Um, okay?" Izuku handed the case to Cementoss and walked over cautiously, feeling understandably wary. As he approached it he noticed something right next to the X, and bent down to pick it up. "Um, why is there a walkie-talkie here?" he called.
The speaker on it crackled and Aizawa's voice came out. "Because the cube's soundproof."
"Wait, cube—?"
Oh no.
Izuku jumped as the X suddenly vanished beneath his feet, and suddenly the ends of the mat began rising. All too late he realized that the "mat" had a cross shape, only noticing now as the longest end began to bend and fold over to form a ceiling. He stood staring in dumbfounded shock as the cube closed around him, the clear material flashing with a pink glow as the edges connected.
"...Oh," he said faintly. Aizawa walked over next to the wall, holding another walkie-talkie to his mouth as the speakers crackled on his again.
"Sorry for the surprise kid, but for the first exercise you'll need to sit out and we couldn't risk you accidentally giving anything away." The crackle of static vanished as he released the button, looking at Izuku expectantly. Izuku just stared at him in disbelief, and slowly raised the device towards his face and pressed the talk button.
"Why am I in a cube?"
"Because your classmates need incentive for the exercise, and you'd give it away if they could hear you."
Izuku frowned, his confusion only growing. Behind Aizawa he noticed Cementoss turning to address someone, but Izuku couldn't hear what he said through the cube. He glanced over as he pressed the talk button, figuring that the new person must be the other heroics teacher. "Give what... away..."
He trailed off mid-sentence, eyes widening with horror. "No," he whispered, feeling himself start to tremble. "Please, no..."
At that, Aizawa grinned, the too-wide toothy grin that sent chills down Izuku's spine as he held the talkie to his mouth. "Oh yes."
Within fifteen minutes of leaving the classroom, Class 1-A had gathered outside Gym Gamma to wait for Aizawa and Midoriya. There was a distinct air of anticipation as they waited for their teacher and classmate, and the fact they all now wore their costumes only heightened the excitement.
"Dude, I can't wait!" Kaminari said with a grin. "Our first hero class! This is gonna rock!"
"Hell yeah!" Tsuburaba agreed with a fist pump and grin. "I don't know what we're doing, but I'm gonna win!"
"Ha, only if you're not up against me!" Bakugou snapped, and the two briefly glared at one another, competitiveness striking hot.
"It might not even be a competition," Yaoyorozu pointed out mildly, trying to play peacemaker. "It's only the first class, it will probably be more about basics and foundational elements."
"You say that, but yesterday we also skipped orientation to do a Quirk assessment right off the bat," Jirou pointed out. "So I mean, if we dived headfirst into this stuff on orientation day, before school even really began..." She trailed off, but her point was made.
"Okay, so if it is a competition, may the manliest one win!" Kirishima declared with a sage nod.
"Manly, huh?" Komori asked, eyes narrowed, and he froze.
"Uh, I d-didn't mean it like that—" He was mercifully cut off by one of the doors to the gym opening. Everyone instantly went silent and turned to watch as one of the large double-doors slowly pushed outwards, creaking all the while. They held their breath in anticipation, and then...
It stopped.
And that was it.
After a few seconds of nothing happening Ashido spoke up. "Uh, these doors aren't automatic, are they?"
"It's UA, so maybe," Jirou said. And then after a beat, "I don't think they're meant to automatically open like that, though." The air filled with tense apprehension as everyone stared, wary of approaching. Finally though Kodai and Todoroki both broke from the crowd and strode forward, peeking inside.
"No one's here," Todoroki reported. "So it probably is automatic." That had some students sighing in relief and others getting even tenser. Next to him Kodai tilted her head back as she peered through the gap, pulling the door further open to take a step inside. This of course caused some panic from the jumpier students.
"Hold on, you shouldn't go inside without permission or a teacher!" Iida snapped.
"Yeah!" Kaminari said. "And like, what if there are ghosts in there?"
"Ghosts?" Awase deadpanned, and the blond shrugged.
"What? Just saying, doors don't usually open like that with no one there!"
"Guy's got a point," Sero said. "Automatic doors don't usually swing out like that."
Before the class could fall into further debate about the mechanics of automatic doors and whether ghosts existed or not, Kodai poked her head back out. "Hey, I think someone's trapped in a cube by the ceiling," she said, and disappeared back inside.
Everyone gawked for a moment before there was a mad scramble to race after her. It took a minute to filter through the doors with everyone trying to enter at once, but they soon broke up the bottleneck and everyone got inside the gym.
The first thoughts of many: Woah, this does NOT look like any gym I've ever seen. The cement-sculpted landscape almost felt like a setting from a fantasy world, or maybe a distorted alternate plane of reality out of an abstract painting.
The second thoughts most had: Oh crap, someone IS in a cube by the ceiling. A clear cube was suspended from the ceiling in the very center of the gym, a person sitting inside. They couldn't tell who since it was so high up they could barely see the person. But even from a distance they could tell the figure wore the gray and green uniform of UA.
Yaoyorozu wasted no time in reaching for the exposed skin revealed by her costume's midriff. Sparks and green light flickered around her stomach as she pulled out a pair of binoculars, several classmates watching in awe while she raised them to her eyes. "Oh my gosh," she whispered.
"Who is it?" Kirishima asked eagerly.
"It's... Midoriya."
"Deku?" Uraraka gasped, and Yaoyorozu nodded, lips pulling into a frown as she continued to gaze upwards.
"Yes. He's still in his uniform, and... it looks like he's hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth...?"
Several people stilled at that. That... sounded very odd, but most of them had also only known Midoriya for two days so they couldn't say if that was out of character. Still, it was very alarming because something had to make him react like that.
It was then that Satou noticed something. "Um, guys?" he called, and several of them followed his gaze to see a figure not far ahead of them.
A little old man in a white hero costume with a yellow cape and boots faced them, one hand wrapped around a cane for support. It only took a few seconds for the nineteen students of 1-A to focus on him, several pairs of eyes noting a large key hanging around his neck.
The man looked at the crowd of befuddled teenagers, eyes filled with wisdom bestowed by several decades of experiences, and then took a breath.
"Hello? Where am I? Who are all you people?"
Next chapter is going to be FUN.
Recap of the changed students: 1-A now has Awase Yosetsu, Kodai Yui, Komori Kinoko, Shinsou and Tsuburaba. Absent from 1-A's canon roster are Aoyama, Ojiro, Kouda, Hagakure and Mineta.