A week later, I was sat at my desk, holding the envelope that contained my exam results. I wasn't too worried about what I'd find in my results. The written portion was an afterthought and I scored enough on villain points alone to make top 10. The content of this letter wasn't in question. Having said that, the lack of trepidation didn't take away from how momentous of an occasion this was.

Not wanting to drag this out any longer, I tore open the envelope and out came a metal disk. A bright light came out, and a white rat thing popped up as a hologram.

"Hello!" greeted what could only be the unhinged Nezu, "Am I a mouse? Dog? A bear? My real identity is… the Principal! Now, I'm not normally on this end of the camera, but this year warrants an exception."

Three guesses on what it is.

"With a 96 percent grade on the written exam, you pass into the General Education course of U.A. High with flying colors. But, going past that, you recorded a total of 58 villain points, comfortably securing you a spot in our Hero Program, and in the Top 10 Examinees." My math was off? Impossible. "… that is, if that was all there was to it. After all, what is heroism without self-sacrifice? The practical exam also held a hidden component: Rescue Points, awarded by a panel of judges for acts of selflessness. With a total awarded sum of 50 rescue points, and a decades-high grand total of 108 points, Rikido Sato, welcome to the hero course."

The smile that came out of me couldn't be any wider. I made it in. I mean, I knew of course. The old Sato had done the same with a smaller arsenal. It was to be expected that I would get in. But, having said that, with the same ability. I had turned Sato from a non-factor in the grand scheme of things to a real contender for best upcoming young hero.

I was getting ahead of myself; I haven't had my first day of class and already I was giving myself titles. I had to slow my roll.

At least until I win the Sports Festival, then it's full throttle on crowning myself as the next All Might.

See? S.M.A.R.T. Goals. Specific and time-based, I keep my expectations straight.

A leaderboard popped up, showcasing the top 10 scorers for the practical, with me at the very top, with second place being over 30 points away. Hah! I only could remember that in the show, Bakugo topped the exam and Midoriya made Top 10 through Rescue Points alone, meaning the rest of the placements are a mystery. Now, let's see… The rest of the placements… The hardening dude was number 3? How? Oh, Kendo made number 6. Guess I'll congratulate her for backing up her fighting words the next time I see her. Maybe a Chiffon cake would suffice… No, too much. Canelés will do. Not too sweet, simple, satisfactory. *

2 days before U.A., and I was moving in to my new apartment in Musutafu, about a 10-minute walk from U.A.'s main campus. While not the most luxurious looking place, the apartment complex was located in a good neighborhood, though with its proximity to U.A. it went without saying, with enough personal space for anyone to be comfortable.

Folding up the last cardboard box and storing it in a shelf, I looked over my new place of residence. Nothing too fancy; a desk, an office chair, a cabinet, a table to eat at, a range oven, a fridge, a microwave, a bathroom, and a metal-framed king-sized bed, because I move around a lot in my sleep and wood frame legs have broken under me before. Not even through the fun way.

Didn't bother bringing gym equipment, as I would have access to the best gyms I had ever seen in a few days, and I wouldn't suddenly atrophy by skipping weighted training in that time frame.

Pretty nice, all things considered.

With unpacking done, I figured I might as well try the Canelés recipe I would eventually gift Kendo. Pulling out a copper canelé mold I brought from home, I got started preparing the dish.

An unexpected knock on the door came an hour later, as I was unmolding the baked canelés onto a tray. Removing my oven mitt, I opened the door to a green-haired girl around my age. Over a foot shorter than me, I had to tilt my neck down to look her in the eye.

"Hello?" I asked, "Can I help you?"

She grinned, showing off 2 rows of long pointed teeth "Hey there, big guy. I'm Tokage Setsuna, I saw you lugging around big boxes, and wanted to welcome the neighbor my age."

Awfully outgoing of her, but there are worse things to be. If anything, it could benefit me right now.

"Nice to meet you, Rikido Sato. Say, I was wo-"

"-Rikido Sato? Did I hear that right?" Tokage interrupted.

I recoiled at the suddenness, "Uh, yeah. That's me. Hi again."

Setsuna shook her head, "You're the guy who got three digits on the entrance exam, right? Must be you, I'm tempted to bounce grapes off those pecs from all the way over here."

Again, no filter to be had between the brain and the vocal cords. And it wasn't a surprise for people to know how I did, U.A. top applicants' scores were available for viewing for all its students, after all.

"Thanks? Yeah, I was pretty satisfied with my result. Here's to hoping the rest of my tenure at U.A. would be as stellar." I nodded "How about you? How did you do in the exam? I assume you got in too, judging by the fact you live here now and the fact you're comfortable enough to talk about it so casually."

She grinned, making me assume that teeth showing was just her default expression "Eh, took a different exam. A few things happened last year, a family friend saw it and sent a recommendation to the school, a few more things happened, bada bing bada boom, I'm here now."

I raised an eyebrow, "Wow, recommendation. That's pretty cool. Guess you're something pretty special if you managed that."

She leaned in closer, getting me a real good look at the good work her dentist put in "Aw, that's sweet. A girl might get the wrong idea you know."

My lips upturned "Can't call it a wrong idea if we're on the same page."

Her gaze grew more intense at that, "And what exactly are we reading?"

The Kama Sutra. No, I can't say that.

"My mom's recipe."

Her smile cracked, and her stare turned to confusion, "Err, what?"

"I was baking some canelés. You should try some. They're like, rum cake with custard inside. They're fresh out of the oven, and I'd like your opinion on it. They're pretty great, if I do say so myself."

All wind out her sails, Tokage just straightened back up and said "…Fine."

For the record, she enjoyed the canelés and asked to bring half home.

I think I won today.

Kind of a filler chapter. I did want to try out the Ladykiller Baker thing I mentioned before so here we are. Throw them off their rhythm, like Detective J.J. Bittenbinder taught us. For Tokage being the building-mate, I rolled a randomizer so I delegate all responsibility to RNGesus.

Yes, I just watched Your Lie in April, why do you ask? *