Akira POV, Ealry Morning, Day Two of School
I've changed my mind. I'm going to become a villain, and my first order of business is to lock my siblings somewhere far away so that they can stop waking me up when they get up at FOUR. In. The. Morning. I don't understand how they do that, I know I go to bed later than they do but it's ridiculous. Not to mention they feel the need to force me into joining their morning training now that I can't participate in afternoon training instead. Doing their training regimen once a day was enough for me, more than enough. Those two are like physical skills machines even when they're not using their quirks, the benefit of getting their athletic instead of bulky figures from mom but their height from dad. According to the doctor they're done growing, a benefit of good genes and their quirks combined to make their growth spurts happen really early and kind of fast.
Standing at five foot flat and ninety-five pounds, you'd never guess I was related to them. I'd taken a random collection of family traits to their clear cut family resemblance. I got Grandpa Eubank's hair and dads eyes. However, I got my facial structure from Grandma Toro. My physical build and height from Great-gran Eubank, and my wavy hair was likely just a version of my mother and sister's positively perfect curls. Except instead of making me look like a greek goddess, it usually just looks kind of frizzy. Even my skin tone was different, they were tan and medium skinned, partially from the sun and partially from mom. My complexion is even lighter than our dads was before he spent so many years working in the blistering sun. In reality, we look nothing alike. Our personalities and quirks positively clash, but at the same time, we hold the same values dear to hearts.
When I look at my sisters face and see a perfect reflection of our mother, or I look at my brother and see our father's eyes, and I see their tall athletic frames I have only one thought. They look like heroes, and more importantly, they have the hearts of heroes. I know they'll be great in a few years when they apply for a hero high school as well. No matter how eerie it is to look at my six foot two siblings and remember that they're only eleven right now...
"HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! WAKE UP! It's time to TRAAAAAIIIIIIIN! COME ON! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!" Groaning I roll onto my side and sit up, I lock my brace on and grab my crutch. Getting myself up off the floor, I follow my far too energetic sister outside.
"Kaharo, you're being loud. Please tone it down, you'll wake the neighbors." Mocking me more quietly, Kaharo starts on her morning warmups. Kaito has already started, and I begin going through my physical therapy, I skipped that part last night to let my wounds rest.
Once my physical therapy is done, I begin on my own physical warmups. Before long, my entire body burns. My father's construction skills often come in handy, and after a few years of my siblings and I working out in the empty backyard he had slowly built makeshift equipment. My favorite is the pull-up bars. They were made double layered and slightly offset since my siblings and I are different heights, but I use them as a two-part exercise. Swing my legs up, sometimes with help, and lock them around the lower bar. I do hanging sit-ups and raise up until I can reach the other bar, and then I do a full body pull up and go back down to repeat it again. Quite fun actually.
Today's work out seems to go faster than ever, and before I know it I have to drop them off and Grandpa Toro's and head off to school.
Akira POV, Outside the School
The press outside the school is wild, demanding answers to questions about All Might. I make my way through them carefully, trying to avoid being knocked over or having my things knocked out of my hands. The reporters are relentless, and one of them grabs my arm when I ignore him. It startles me and combined with the fact that I was midstep, I'm knocked off balance and hit the ground roughly. My things scatter around me, and my crutch clatters against the sidewalk. Great, now my leg is really gonna hurt today. My eyes start to water from the sting of the impact, and I don't push them back. Let's see if we can't scare some of these guys off.
I look up, teary-eyed and lip quivering. I likely look a sight with my things scattered around, my brace and bandages, and my very small build to boot.
"Ow... Are you trying to get his attention assaulting helpless students now?" Very slowly the man backs up, before rushing back to his van the rest of his crew following. All of the other press members are quiet, a few of the smaller companies also opting to get out of the danger zone. Slowly, more slowly than usually necessary, I gather my things and get myself back up to my feet. By then, only a couple of news personnel are left and they're hanging out close to their vans. Perfect, now maybe those guys will behave.
According to my classmates' conversations, a lot of the press had come back not long after I'd headed inside. Oh well. A few of them nod at me or wish me good morning, and I stop Iida on his way to his desk. Now's a good as a time as any to speak to him as I had Uraraka.
"I wanted to thank you, in my acceptance letter they showed where you had asked them to let me have your place if I didn't get in. That was very honorable of you, and the action of an individual with the potential to become a truly great hero. I am honored to be classmates with such an individual." Iida beams, bowing and thanking me repeatedly for my kind words. Speaking of a lot of things that went right over my head this morning.
Kirishima doesn't initiate conversation with me today, in fact, he seems to almost be ignoring me. I say that because he didn't respond when I said hello, and went so far as to go and sit by someone else. Amazing, one day of him trying to be my friend and I already messed it up somehow.
After a while, Aizawa comes in to start homeroom for us.
"Excellent work on your combat training yesterday guys. I saw the footage and went over each of your guys' results. Bakugo you're talented. So don't sulk like a child over your losses. Okay?" Bakugo rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." Aizawa nods and continues.
"And Midoriya, I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. And don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. That line's already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here. But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency, huh? Finally, Akira. You took out two of the top combat style students like it was nothing and minimized your risks. However, did you see your grade?" Stiffening, I shake my head. Our official grades haven't been given to us yet. We had just reviewed our skills yesterday.
"Everyone, here I have your official grades. Iida, please pass these out." I waited nervously, and I felt the panic rise up in my chest when I saw my grade. And F. There wasn't even an explanation as to why I didn't understand why either. I thought my performance would have at least warranted a passing grade. I fight back tears if this is the best I can do when I give it my all... I'm not going to make it through my first week here, let alone three years. Aizawa speaking brings me back to focusing on him.
"Let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future. You all need to pick class representatives. A class rep, a deputy, and a class secretary." Everyone goes crazy. Iida puts an end to it with a speech, we're going to hold a democratic election. Aizawa holes up in his sleeping back and takes a nap. The top three vote numbers win. After everyone turns them in, the results are pretty close. Midoriya gets four votes, Yayorozu gets three votes, and... I get two. No. Thank. You. Who the hell voted for me? I didn't even vote for myself, I voted for Iida... Who only got one vote, which means he voted for someone else, as well as a few others. Damnit.
"All right, your class rep is Midoriya. Yayorozu is your deputy, and your secretary is Akira." Before long we're dismissed. I catch Kirishima in the hallway, I need to know what's going on there. Especially with the morning I've been having.
"Um... Kirishima?" He stops, but doesn't look at me, "I was- I was wondering if I did something to upset you? I can't think of anything but... I'm also not used to being around a lot of other people my own age so I can't be sure." He turns around then and gives me a look.
"If you didn't want to hang out with me specifically, you could have just said. I know that Bakugo walked you to the train station- I get he's super powerful and cool and manly-" I cut him off, holding up my hand as I sigh in relief. Shaking myself I remember what Bakugo said yesterday, same mindset, all the time.
"I actually asked him repeatedly to leave, but he didn't listen. I really did want to be alone, all of this is new to me... and very overwhelming." Kirishima flushes, an embarrassed look on his face. He chuckles lightly and gives me a smile.
"Shit, now I feel like an ass. I didn't even think about the fact that you've never really been to real school before, how're you adjusting?" I shrug, and we start walking.
"Well, it is different working at someone else's pace. But... my combat training results are what scare me. I won't make it through the week at this rate." Kirishima looks very confused, and in all honesty, he can join the club.
"What do you mean? I thought you would have aced it for sure!" Shaking my head I pull the paper out and hand it to him. He gasps in horror, and I can see the anger written on his face. By the time we reach the classroom he's literally shaking and hasn't said anything else to me. I'm kind of scared to ask him if he's okay actually.
"YO STUPID HAIR, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Kirishima growls and thrusts the paper into Bakugo's hands before I can stop him. Bakugo, unceremoniously lets off an explosion that scorches the page. Fury is written across his face as well.
"WHAT THE HELL! SHE DID BETTER THAN EVERY FUCKING BODY HERE! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!" Kirishima nods, joining in.
"YEAH! IT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT!" The entire class is staring, and when Present Mic walks in he puts his hands up like he's surrendering.
"YO! What's going on here? Are my young listeners fighting so early?" Bakugo turns to Present Mic, and literally growls out at him.
"We're going to Principal Nezu's office, there's a problem." With that, Bakugo grabs my arm and Kirishima's and proceeds to drag us down the hallway. I ignore the pain the pace causes and just go along with it. He and Kirishima are fuming. If this is what male friends are like... I'm not sure I'm gonna like it. My female friends are not angry like this... Bakugo busts open the principal's door with no ceremony.
"GET ALL MIGHT, HE MADE A BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!" Principal Nezu looks startled and sets his tea down, motioning to the seats in front of his desk.
"Please, do calm down. What seems to be the problem?" Bakugo throws the scorched paper on the desk. Principal Nezu skims it and nods solemnly.
"Why don't we take a look at the footage from yesterday's training, yes?" The boys grumble, but Principal Nezu pulls it up anyway. As we watch my training film, I watch his concern grow and grow. At the end, he looks at all of us solemnly.
"I will address this, but boys why don't you go back to class now? I'm sure Miss Akira would like some privacy on such a topic." They look at me and only leave once I've nodded. Principal Nezu offers me some tea, and I gladly accept. He sighs and picks up his own.
"I was afraid this might happen. All Might was very against your being admitted to this academy. He feels that your compromised physical state negates however powerful your quirk may be. While some of the other teacher's have concerns, due to your skill level in the exams they are more than willing to give you the opportunity to prove yourself. All Might, while he is a great hero, often can be very stubborn on matters he feels strongly about. Obviously, by examining the footage, I can see that you do not deserve and F. In fact, I would have given you an A+ for that performance on the first day! It seems that I'm going to have to have a discussion with him about grading with an unbiased mind. I know, and I want you to understand this, that his concern is that you will get hurt or even killed in duty. However-" I cut him off, and shake my head.
"Yet he's encouraging Midoriya, and seems unperturbed by the fact that the child possessing the same quirk as he does shatters his own body when using it. No offense to you, or to All Might, but the fact that he can overlook that despite obvious evidence it's dangerous for him to be becoming a hero, but can't overlook my leg despite evidence that I am obviously capable, is positively ludicrous and hypocritical." The man looks like I've just confused the daylights out of him.
"What makes you think that Midoriya and All Might have the same quirk?" I roll my eyes, anyone with half a mind...
"I don't think, I know. My ink cameras picked something up yesterday and recorded it as it seemed vital to them. Midoriya disclosed to Bakugo that his quirk was handed down to him by someone, and common sense says that it was All Might. Especially when their relationship is taken into consideration. However, you don't need to worry. The secret is safe with me, I didn't place my ink cameras to gain gossip material. I placed them as a precautionary measure, I can be a bit paranoid. They likely only recorded the information due to the tension at the place of occurrence." He sighs, stirring his tea solemnly. Before giving me an inquisitive look.
"Ink cameras? Is that the trick you used in your match against the boys? What do they do exactly?" I grin and launch into the semantics of how my ink is partially sentient due to the psychokinetic connection, and so anything with eyes and ears can see and relay information with total accuracy.
He's intrigued, and states that I may place as many as I like. I am to keep documents on everything they do see necessary to record, and present him with anything that might cause me concerns so that he can access and deal with it himself. I guess it is a pretty neat trick after all, it is one of my favorites.