My first day at UA. It's only 6 am, but I figured that it really wouldn't be good to be late on my first day, besides, the train journey takes half an hour itself, and I wouldn't be able to figure out my routine until at least a couple days in, although I'd already guessed some of the timings, so I had a general idea. I'd spent the entirety of the previous day memorizing the layout of the school, from a special tablet which allowed me to feel bumps and shapes to represent diagrams. I wanted to know as much of the school as possible because I wouldn't know if there were signs or arrows around the campus. I'd also repacked my bag at least three times, and ensured my headphones were fully charged, and that I had a spare.

The school had given me permission to wear the headphones and gloves during school hours, and my teachers were made aware of it, but all the students were told was that a student was being transferred into their class. I was to be in class 1-A and had already familiarized myself with the names of the students, all I had to do was put faces, or rather shapes, to those names. Over the years I'd gotten better at recognizing different facial expressions, but it was sometimes difficult with new people, as I needed to know their face pretty well before I could sense changes in their expressions.

I sighed as I stood up out of bed, retrieving my uniform from where it hung on the back of my chair, and put it on, feeling the surface of the material to check for creases or imperfections. I tied my tie and adjusted it, pulling my gloves on as I felt the knit of the fibres in the uniform. the gloves were specially designed to be thin enough not to restrict my movement or entirely desensitise my fingers to vibrations, but thick enough to dampen the excessive sensitivity. They were plain matt black gloves- they wouldn't stand out any more than necessary.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my pulse raised as I thought about the day ahead. Making friends was never one of my strong points, and I was all too aware that my appearance didn't make me seem the most approachable. I was also aware of the burn scars peeking out from the collar of my uniform, I could feel the coarse skin under my fingers as I tried to adjust the collar, but to no avail. About an inch of scar tissue crept over the edge of my collar, so I resigned myself to it being exposed. I walked quietly downstairs, my headphones in hand as I brushed my fingers nervously through my hair. It was quiet enough for me to cope without my headphones, but even at this time of the morning, I could hear my neighbours footsteps and the cry of the baby across the street, as well as the cars on the main road a few hundred metres from my new home. Home- that was what this still-new environment would become, already most of our boxes had been unpacked into their respective rooms, or dumped in the spare room for storage.

We'd moved in here a few days ago, and had spent most of our time either unpacking, exploring the nearby area, or prepping for my new school and my mum's new job. She also started work today, and I could hear her getting out of bed in her room, above the kitchen where I now was. I poured myself some orange juice, too nervous to eat, and sat down. Accompanied by the shower turning on upstairs, the increasing noise surrounding me was becoming too much, as more and more alarms went off in the bedrooms of our neighbours. I kept my earphones off, trying my best to get used to the rising noise, as I did every morning. This new city was louder than our old one, and we were closer to the city centre, which meant more noise even in the night, as people went out for the evening. Eventually, I gave up and shoved my headphones on, shaking my hair back to its natural position from the disturbance of the headphones. My fluttering stomach and growing anxiety did nothing to help the sensitivity of my hearing, I felt even more jumpy than usual.

I smiled slightly at my mum as she walked, bleary-eyed, towards the kettle, hoping she wouldn't notice my growing anxiety. As usual, she did.

"Honey? Are you alright?" I felt her come over to me and hug me, imagining the concern I could hear in her voice, etched onto her face.

"I- yeah, I just-" I sighed again, putting my head in my hands. "Not really. I mean- I'm just nervous about school. There are so many new people, and they all already know each other, and I-". I stopped for a moment to breathe, my heartbeat rising again as I began to panic.

My mum rubbed my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "It's alright, I'm sure they'll all be really nice, besides you can show off again," she smiled, and I smirked into my hands, remembering the moment my classmates at Seijin School had leant that I was blind. Some of them knew me from middle school, so the reaction wasn't as dramatic as it could've been, but it was moments like that which boosted my confidence, though I disliked the attention it got me.

"Yeah, I guess it'll be nice to be able to properly train my quirk too," I snickered. I had nothing in particular against Seijin, but they were a bit sensitive towards me about my eyesight- or lack of it- and restricted my quirk training and battle experience as a 'precaution', because they thought I was too delicate. So far, UA had been completely different, they had said that apart from altering a few of my more academic lessons, I would be subject to the exact same education as my classmates, fighting experience included. In fact, I suspected they expected better due to my recommendation.

My mum stood up, making herself a cup of tea, the kettle having boiled whilst we talked. I managed to stomach a cereal bar before grabbing my backpack- and checking it again- and getting my shoes from the cupboard. By the time I was sure I was ready, my mum had changed into her work uniform and grabbed her handbag and coat. We both took trains from the same station, as we didn't have a car, but the hospital and UA were in opposite directions, so we got on from separate platforms.

We walked together, making small talk, but once we reached the station my mum helped me find my train, the train timetable being projected onto the wall, rather than in braille. I had an app on my tablet for train timetables, but it was easier to let my mum tell me than get it out in the middle of a station.

half an hour after being packed onto a train which was half the size it needed to be for that quantity of people, I finally stepped off, walking in the direction of UA, as I had memorised it from the map. I soon reached the front gate of the school, hesitating for a moment before walking in.

The principal had told me to report to his office before homeroom to get my timetable and meet my homeroom teacher, so I headed in the direction of his office, wary of the number of people I could sense around me. There were people quite literally everywhere, sitting on benches or walking with their friends, but luckily none of them paid too much attention to me.

I had turned up the noise-dampening of my headphones at the train station, but once I entered the school I turned it back down, the walls and doors reducing the sound slightly, though it was still too loud for me to take my headphones off. I had hoped I might not need to wear them all day long, but I must've underestimated the number of people here, and the noise they could make. With my headphones turned down, I could better sense the layout of the school and corridors, quickly recognising where I was from the map I had seen yesterday. I headed swiftly through the school, following the route I had planned in my head yesterday, soon arriving at Principal Nezu's office door. It was quieter up here, so I turned down my headphones again before I knocked and entered the room, following the quiet "Come in!".

I had met Principal Nezu before, and a few other teachers during my entrance exam, but I didn't recognise the shape of the person slouching on one of the chairs in front of Nezu's desk. I sat down next to them at the invitation of Nezu, who introduced them to me.

"Ah yes, Kei, I don't think you've met your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa, before. You might recognise him as Pro-Hero Eraserhead!" the Principal spoke that last sentence with a tone of mischief, and I realised why when Eraserhead sighed slightly at the use of his hero name, Nezu smiling the tiniest bit more.

I turned to my new teacher, facing where I assumed his face was from the positioning of his body, smiling as I bowed respectfully. "It's nice to meet you, Aizawa-sensei," He grunted in return and mumbled something similar back, clearly not done with the coffee he clenched in his hand.

Nezu turned back to me, holding out a paper. "Here's your timetable, it's printed out like a regular timetable but has also been embossed with braille for you," I took it gratefully.

"Thank you, Sensei," I ran my hands over the timetable, feeling the embossed boxes and words, reading through my timetable for the day. English and maths, followed by hero training all afternoon. It seemed that hero training in the afternoons was a constant, the mornings were devoted to academic studies whilst the afternoons were taken up by training.

"We've already sent you the map to the school, so I'll assume you can find your classroom?" I nodded, already having planned that route too. "Great, you've got seven minutes before the beginning of homeroom, so go and meet your classmates!" Nezu sounded far too excited for this time of the morning, and despite my worry, I obliged, nodding and leaving the office. Once outside I tucked the timetable inside my blazer and began the walk to my homeroom.

--Aizawa POV--

The student left Nezu's office quietly and seemed like a good, quiet kid. He was respectful, and reasonably friendly, despite the social anxiety his file had mentioned. I didn't know much about him, except that he had planned to move to Musutafu just before the beginning of the first term, but his plans had been altered and he was forced to join a term later. If I hadn't been informed of his disability beforehand, I doubt I would have picked up on his lack of eyesight, he's pretty good at hiding it, but I wonder how that will change when he's surrounded by kids his own age? He's clearly self-conscious of his eyes and scars if his hair covering his face is anything to go by, but he'll have to tell them at some point.

"So, what do you think?" Nezu interrupted Aizawas stream of thought, curious of what the quiet teacher would think.

I had to think for a moment before answering but was sure of my opinion, Nezu knew I had a sort of sixth sense when it came to potential problem children. "He has potential. But, he also has weaknesses."

Nezu nodded thoughtfully, agreeing. He'd also noticed the self-conscious nature of the young boy, and knew that he would have to overcome his fear in order to grow.

All in all, I approved of the principals choice to transfer the kid, despite the unorthodox timing of his arrival. Kei certainly has potential, despite the apparent simplicity of his quirk, and I'm sure we can help him grow into a top Pro.

--Kei Takada POV--

I found the classroom a few minutes after leaving the Principals office, only knowing I had the right one when I heard muffled exclamations of "Bakugo! Where is your tie!" and the not-so-muffled reply "If you don't shut up Iida, I'll shove it where the sun don't shine!". That would be Katsuki Bakugo, and Tenya Iida, class representative. I turned my headphones up in preparation for walking into the room, and tried to sneak in whilst the class was distracted by the confrontation.

I stepped inside the door, sneaking to the side so my back was almost against the wall, figuring out where everyone was and where my seat would be. It seemed like the whole class was present, I'd guess it to be two minutes until the bell for homeroom went.

As I stepped inside nervously, the distraction of Iida and Bakugo had just quietened down, and the noise of my footsteps suddenly felt like the loudest noise in the room. My gloved hand still on the door handle, I felt almost everyone in the room turn to see who else had decided to join the class.

The room became silent as I stood awkwardly, under the curious gaze of all the students.

"Um... Hi?"

— Authors Note —

So that was chapter 2! I hope you liked it, a bit more exciting than the last two. Here's a reminder that if you have suggestions for future chapters, scenarios you'd like me to add in later on or as oneshots, make sure to comment or message me as soon as possible! I've written the first ten ish chapters already (a LOT of words, I may have overdone it) so I'll need to write it into a chapter pretty far ahead. That being said, now that I'm publishing, I'll probably end up only a few chapters ahead of what I'm publishing. Also, GCSEs have been cancelled for me which is great, but my school is doing mocks which are essentially going to be our GCSEs, except with no notice we have them in 6 weeks. I have to revise three years of content in 6 weeks (for 9 subjects). It's that bad. So yeah.

Thanks for reading, please vote and comment!

-Entity

Word count: 2464

Date of publication: 10th February 2021