Imachi woke up one the first day of the second semester. He took a shower, put on the uniform, and then his socks. They were black. Imachi paid attention to the little details in all of his outfits. Since he had bought five outfits and was sure the U.A. dorm had a washer and dryer, Imachi could know focus on his shoes. He would definitely bring his Shadows, and some plain white Air Force Ones. Imachi only had room for the standard brown school shoes. That meant only one more pair. He decided to get the Highlighted Pumas, which were black and lime with gold accents.

"Good choice!" Imachi said to himself. He looked at the clock. It was 4 a.m. Imachi could take the train, and heft around the heavy luggage for an hour, getting there at around seven. He would only have an hour to prepare for class, find his dorm, and get accustomed to everything. He could ride his bike, and go really fast and get there at six. That would require him to take another shower.

Imachi resigned to take the train way. He looked at the rest of the shoes, about five more pairs. He had been informed via email that the rest of his clothes and shoes would be picked up by the teachers.

The first day of the semester was a half day, for everyone to get readjusted to everything. Imachi was thankful for that. He could see things, maybe even hang with Izuku.

Imachi remembered what Izuku had told him. "Don't tell anyone that we trained with All Might." Imachi had asked why. "Because, he's not as strong as before. And people just can't know." "Sure," Imachi had replied. "Just treat me to ice cream, ok?"

Imachi walked out of his door. He walked down the steps. He was out in the street when he realized he left his train pass. Imachi was about to race back inside when he heard a horn. Izuku's mother was pulling out of the driveway. By chance, they had been planning to leave at the same time. Imachi waved. "Hey, Midoriya. Getting ready to leave?" "Yeah." Mrs. Inko worriedly looked at Imachi. "How are you getting to the school?" "I'm going to go back inside and get my train pass-" "I'm sorry, but I can't allow that. You'll ride with us, and that's final."

The car fit four, and they had put Izuku's trunk in the backseat. Imachi put his on top of Izuku's and hopped beside them. He buckled in, then gave Inko a thumbs up. She nodded and put the car in drive. They were five minutes into the drive, on the hallway, when Izuku looked back. "Have you ate?" "..." "I'll take that as a no." Imachi was surprised as Izuku reached back with a piece of chocolate in his hand.

"It's funny. Before quirks were developed, chocolate was so bad for people. But now, it helps us maintain energy and keeps us awake during class." Imachi loved chocolate. He took the peice. "Thank you." He finished it in some seconds. "No problem. U.A. has a chocolate dispensary. I think you'll like it."

Inko drove onto the parking lot. There was a system where they first checked for illegal things in the car, then you were moved to a station to where the students signed up their names. After that, there was a place where the parents where given manuals. The students then got out and went to their dorms as the parents pulled off.

The line was as long as the eye could see. Imachi didn't like to wait, and that showed as his foot repeatedly hit the back of Inko's seat. She let it go.

Finally, they were about to get into the line to get checked for illegal things. Right before they were in view of the tent, Imachi's door opened. A trunk swung across his body and onto the floor. Imachi was practically pushed towards them as a figure sat beside him. The male teen slammed the door.

"Thanks, ma'am." His rough voice made Imachi mad for no particular reason. Imachi pushed back onto the boy. The blonde hair boy looked over like he just realized that Imachi was there. "Who is this twerp?" "Don't be mean, Kacchan. This is Imachi, the guy I told you that was as strong as you." The boy know as Kacchan looked Imachi up and down.

Imachi looked at him too. He had spiky blonde hair and red tinged eyes. He was well built, like he spend a couple of hours at the gym each day. He looked like he could explode at any moment.

"This idiot is a strong as me? Don't make me laugh."

Imachi took incredible offense to that, but he had no time to rebuttal as the car pulled up to the last station. The three boys clamored out off the small Nissan. Inko waved at Imachi, Izuku, and Kacchan until she pulled off and into the road. Then, she was gone. Imachi was sure she had been crying, but he refused to be the one to point that out.

Imachi picked up his luggage and was about to walk to the dorms when he felt Izuku tug his arm. "Imachi, this is Katsuki Bakugou. Kacchan, this is Imachi Alexander, a transfer student." Imachi didn't really care for meeting jerks. So he gave a little wave and headed towards the dorms.

Imachi was about halfway there when he bumped into a girl. He hoped that this didn't become a trend. He looked down to see a girl practically bubbling at him. "Have you seen Deku?" "Yeah, he's..." Imachi cut out as the girl have him a weird look. Her eyes became bright as she looked at him. "You're the new guy?" "Um...yeah. Imachi Alexander." "Alexander? Isn't that a first name in the States?" "Yes, my ancestors had such a sense of humor." It was a very lame joke, but the girl found it hilarious.

She had brown hair with cute bangs and rosy cheeks. She had a slim build with wide hips. Imachi overall liked girls like her. She seemed upbeat and happy all the time. Maybe it was a front. She looked really sleepy, but it was also 6 o'clock. "Could you point me towards the dorms?" "It's over there, the big building that says 1-A. I'm Ochako Ururaka, by the way." "Nice to meet you." Imachi went forward towards the dorm.

"It's her bra, Kaminari! It smelled so good!" Imachi rolled his eyes as he walked up the steps. Mineta, someone who Imachi was warned about from Izuku. He had purple balls on his head. He was really short, only coming up past Imachi's waist. "You must be the new kid. Izuku told us to watch out, but you don't look that strong-"

Imachi cocked his hand back and slammed Mineta into the ground. The boy beside him, Kaminari Imachi guessed, stepped back. "You're weak, Mineta." The boy got up, bleeding from his mouth and teeth missing. "I'll get you back!"

"I don't like perverts. You're weird. Keep your odd fantasies to yourself. A closer perv, perhaps. If I see you doing anything bad, I'll hit you harder." Imachi wasn't bluffing. He hadn't even activated his quirk. He turned around and walked towards the doors. They opened automatically, or so he though. A man, with a rope around his neck, had opened it from the inside. Students has gathered, waiting to get to their dorms.

"For the new ones here, we were given these dorms by Principal Nezu after the attack of many different enemies. We decided while attending U.A., the students were safest here. Nezu also assigned that there will be a sports festival, so you will be training your asses off. Ready, Class-1A?"

"Yes Sir!"

Imachi joined in, already feeling the love. He grabbed his trunk and went inside the dorm, assigned Room 17, on the third floor, the highest, with mostly females. Only a guy named Tokoyami stayed there. When walking by his room, Imachi felt goth waves. Avoid for now.

Imachi walked towards his room and opened the door. It was empty, with just a bed and blue sheets. Imachi first put his shoes on the rack, and his clothes in the plastic dressers. He put a poster of his father on the wall. He kept the sheets the same. Soon after that, Imachi felt like the room was home. He put on the school uniform's shoes. School was in ten minutes, so he put on his backpack and walked to the school.

It was big. Really big. Imachi pulled his bookbag up and entered, headed to Room 1-A.

...

Imachi walked into the classroom, which only had a. girl with long hair in a ponytail. Her locker number said Yoayorozu M. "Hello, Mrs. Yoayorozu." The girl slightly blushed. "Nothing so formal. Most people call me Yoayorozu." "I don't want to butcher that name. Any nickname?" "Yoamomo, is what some close friends call me." "I'll just call you Momo, is that fine?" "Sure..."

Imachi nodded, satisfied. He was sure Momo would make a terrific friend. Imachi sat in the seat with no assigned number. As people started to file in, Imachi studied them softly. There was a cure frog girl that unironically said ribbit from time to time. Izuku walked in with the girl from earlier and a tall boy with dark blue hair. "Imachi!" Imachi looked up as Izuku walked over to his desk, followed by Ururaka and the tall boy. "My name is Tenya Iida." "Nice to meet you, Iida." Imachi shook his hand.

Some more people walked in. Among them was a girl with earphone jacks on her ears. She seemed sad and lonely. Not exactly goth, but like a puzzle piece that belonged to another puzzle altogether. There was Kaminari, a guy who did stuff with electric shock waves. Next was a buff guy who inhaled sugary sweets.

Soon, everyone was in there. Imachi was in the middle of Yoayorozu and a guy with one side of his hair white and the other red. His eyes were blue and red. Imachi found it cool rather than weird. In front was him was Jiro, the earphone jack girl. He was the last on his column.

Aizawa, the teacher, walked into the classroom. "I know it's been a month. But don't let the summer break relax your minds. You are heroes, built to fight villains." Imachi zoned out a little. He never really liked the word 'villain', since not all enemies of their were bad people. Imachi shook his head and zoned back in. "...so therefore, in order to see your growth, we will be doing some trainings and simulations."

Imachi heard a girl whisper. "Ashido, I haven't done anything over the break. My stomach's gotten a bit bigger!" Imachi looked and saw floating clothes. The pink girl beside her responded. "Me too. I've just ate chops and watched that new drama on the network-" "Ashido! Hagakure! Pay attention."

Aizawa continued. "First, we will have Recovery Girl access your fitness from a scale of A to F-. Then, you'll be paired on teams based on chemistry, fitness, and matching skills. Is that clear?" Everyone agreed that it was. On the left of Aizawa, there were cubby holes with hero suits in them.

The heroes in training silently got up and grabbed their suits one by one. When everyone had theirs, Aizawa directed them outside and into the locker rooms.

Imachi entered the locker and took his hero suit out. Since his quirk produced blue static electricity, Imachi got his suit blue. He had an skin tight elastic shirt that showed off his muscle. He had slightly baggy blue pants that were camouflage. They protected against water, flame, and much more. He was given blue boots that were sturdy and flexible, but also light. Imachi also had compression shorts under his pants, just for blood circulation.

Imachi loved his outfit. It looked good, especially for a 15 shift job. Imachi was well protected and could fight freely. Imachi took his gloves and put them on. They were just like Izuku's, who helped his design his suit. They helped him brace for defense and gave him dozens of attack options.

Imachi walked out of the locker behind Sato. Before he could go to see Recovery Girl, who was standing in the middle of the pitch, a strong hand pulled him behind the building. "Mr. Eraserhead."

"I was asking...since you barely know any beside Midoriya..." "If your asking do I want to be paired with him?" "Yeah." "No. I don't. I'd rather fight him. On a even level. I want you to make it that way." Aizawa nodded, a little smile coming in on his mouth. "Almost any else would've took that offer." Aizawa left it at that and walked to Recovery Girl.

It was soon Imachi's turn to walk to Recovery Girl. She put her hand on his hand. He felt soft hands run through his body, almost inspecting everything. It felt somewhat nice. "Alexander...A-. Overall very fit, but could stand to gain a bit more mass...also could drink a little less of the sugary stuff."

Imachi could live with that. He went to socialize with the other students while Aizawa put the teams together.

Soon, he was finished. "First team...Alexander, Yoayorozu, and Todoroki!" Aizawa had kept his promise. Now Imachi needed to fulfill. He nodded over to Izuku, who gave him a thumbs up.

Yeah, this'll be great.