"No, you don't have to come," I whispered into my cell phone, looking back at the door to my new class. "But Darling! You made it, your Father and I want to support our baby," my mother cooed from the other end.
I sighed, slapping my forehead lightly, "I know that Mom. But it's already a month into the school year; there's no point coming down unless there's a disaster happening. All that's happening is that I changed classes – it's not too special." She huffed. "Besides, Hokkaido doesn't have that many decent heroes, so it's safer if you both stay there."
"I guess you're right," she sighed in defeat as I brushed a piece of the fluff of my skirt.
"I've got to go now. Mom, the class will be starting soon, and I don't want to be-" I tried to end the call.
"Kazeya! Don't make me expel you before you even enter the classroom," a bored voice called from behind me. I quickly hung up the phone without saying goodbye and rushed towards my new homeroom teacher Aizawa, shoving my phone into my bag. Mom would understand.
I bowed my head, "my apologies for the nuisance." He clicked his tongue and entered class 1-A, standing at the front of the class. I hurriedly came and stood beside him at the front of the room.
"We have a transfer student joining us. Natsume Kazeya was admitted to the General Education Class originally but has been promoted to Hero Class." Aizawa said, burying his nose in his scarf. I quickly bowed my head to the class at the waist. These were all individuals with amazing quirks that had great control over them. I was at an extreme disadvantage. "Take that empty seat." I stood back up and rushed down the first row to the seat in the back corner.
"Sensei," a dark-haired boy with glasses stood with his hand raised, "how is it possible for a support type quirk to be upgraded into a hero type quirk?" Oh no, people were already questioning my being.
"Iida," Aizawa sighed, "normally by this age you have figured out the type and degree of your quirk. In some rare cases, the true degree of one's quirk may not be known until much later. That is why you can modify your registered quirk once or twice. For example, if you can create water, you may figure out later that you can pull water from the air and manipulate that." Iida nodded before, lowering his hand and sitting back down. Great, people are going to question my abilities now. Aizawa picked up a remote and pressed a button. The wall across from the doorway began to move, sections of the wall slid out, and silver cases number from one to twenty slid out. "Everyone, change into your costumes and meet in the arena." He slipped the remote back into his jacket and exited the classroom.
"Welcome to the class," a girl with short brown hair beamed as she approached my desk with a curly green-haired boy. "I am Uraraka, and this is Midoriya."
"Nice to meet you," I returned the smile and stood up, placing my bag on my chair.
"Who gives a damn about you – you were in the General Class for a reason. You can't do shit," the blonde, beady red-eyed boy scoffed from out of nowhere as he stood, clenching his fists before grabbing his costume case and left the classroom.
"Ignore him, he's mean to everyone," Uraraka smiled at me, picking up her case. "Where is yours?"
"Oh, I don't have one yet," I said, walking to the display with the two.
"Don't you have a costume," Midoriya asked, grabbing his own as well.
I shook my head, "we don't get to choose our costumes – some people in the General Education Class won't be able to become heroes while some can become strong enough to be a support and sometimes a hero."
Uraraka frowned, "have you designed one yet? I'm sure we could help if you did not have one in mind."
"Thank you," I smiled. My brother had already taken it upon himself to come up with a design worthy of our family legacy and my quirk. He was too proud of our family's name to allow me to possibly tarnish that. I followed the girls to our change room, opened my locker and changed into the blue gym uniform. We exited the change room and entered the large battle arena. I stood off to the side, away from my new classmates and pulled my long pitch-black hair into a tight ponytail. Uraraka noticed I had stepped away and gravitated towards me, smiling at me as our homeroom teacher stood in front of us.
"We are going to focus on battle techniques if you are ever unable to use your quirk. Some villains may possess eraser quirks like me, or they may possess the same quirk. If that is the case, then your quirk will be utterly useless. You will wear nullifying bracelets to mimic these effects." Aizawa shrugged, attaching one onto my wrist another onto the rude blonde boy from earlier.
"Hey! Why do I have to fight the support reject?" The blonde boy yelled as he tried to rip his wrist away from our teacher. If our quirks were not being measured in this test, then I had a chance to do decently.
Aizawa sighed, "you were the highest point earner in the entrance exam Bakugo. Let's see if Kazeya deserves to be in the hero class or expelled. The first person to exit the ring or is unable to continue is the loser." He dropped our hands. Bakugo whined and entered the ring. I unzipped the jacket of the gym uniform and dropped it at the side of the ring. It would be more comfortable in a tank top. We stood opposite each other. He glared daggers at me. "Fight."
He rushed at me and swung a right hook. I caught it by crossing my right arm across my chest to catch his swing then proceeded to use my left arm to uppercut him in the chin. I grabbed his wrist and pulled my right arm back, forcing him off balance and towards me. I turned and used my shin to kick him on the lower back and let go of his right hand. He went flying across the ring but landed on his feet.
"You might want to try a little harder," I smiled, blowing a stray piece of my bangs out of my face. Bakugo just kept swearing as he rushed towards me with another right swing. I grabbed his right wrist, twisted into his body and threw him over myself and out of the ring.
Aizawa blew the whistle. "Analyze the match, how did Kazeya beat our number one point earner."
A girl with long black hair tied in a wild ponytail raised her hand. She wore a skimpy red outfit with no sleeves, and no centre, half of her breasts and her belly were exposed. "Kazeya used Bakugo's strength against him. He attacked wildly and uncalculated while she was able to adjust her own body to his mechanics to use it against himself." The nullification bracelets clicked open.
Bakugo looked wild and scoffed, "let's see if you can do the same with your quirk!" He rushed at me; right hand pulled back. Idiot favoured his right hand too much when he had three other good limbs. I ducked down into a squat when he neared me. His punch exploded with sparks over top of me. I shifted and kicked my left leg up and into his chest. I rose onto my arms and used my other leg to wrap about his neck and pulled him down into an armbar on the ring. My thumbs were pressed into his tendon, preventing movement and causing pain in his arm. No quirk needed.
"Stop trying to one-up the other," Aizawa glared at me. I let go of Bakugo and did a back somersault away from him and stood on my feet. "Kazeya lives to be expelled another day." He heaved a sigh as Bakugo swore up a storm.
"That was great how you kept your own against Bakugo," Uraraka smiled, giving the air a few small punches.
Midoriya smiled as he nodded his head, "you noticed that he favours his right side too!"
I gave them both a smile, "it wasn't that hard to figure out since he refused to use any other limb."
"Where did you learn to move like that Kazeya?" Iida, the one who had questioned my placement in the class, asked with his hand raised again.
I froze, "well, I – uh – have two older siblings who liked to beat me up a lot, so my parents enrolled me in mixed martial arts." Iida nodded twice before volunteering for the next set to go. Some of the other students were good in hand to hand combat, but most of them who relied on their quirks for speed or long-distance attacks had trouble. We were dismissed to change and return to the classroom for the last notes. After an hour of questions and commentary on battle styles, the bell rang.
"Kazeya stay after class," Aizawa ordered as I picked up my bag. I sighed, putting my bag back down, watching as everyone else left. I was already in trouble on the first day. Aizawa sat on Uraraka's desk beside me. "You never applied to the Hero Class despite being recommended. You only applied for General Studies. What stupid move are you playing?"
I tilted my head as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Of course, someone would ask about that. "My quirk is not on the same level as the rest of my family's. I thought that because I was so weak with my quirk that it was not an option to even try for the Hero Class. But, with that kid yesterday doing what he did – we realized that I've only been able to use a small amount of my quirk's true potential."
Aizawa nodded after staring at me for a long moment, "don't second guess yourself again. You won't belong here anymore if you do." He stood up and left the room. I shrugged, grabbing my bag and leaving the classroom.
"So, this is where you ended up," an annoyed voice said from behind me. I turned to see my old classmate, Shinso.
"All thanks to what you made Tetsutetsu do," I said, placing my hands on my hips. "I'd still be with you in General Studies if you hadn't decided to be an idiot."
He clicked his tongue, "that spot should have been mine. I'll be taking that from you. Watch your back." I turned my back to him and left him alone in the hallway.