A/N: I would like to thank everyone that added this story to their favourites and follows as well as everyone that reviewed the last chapter.

That is her, isn't it?

Kendou stopped at the sight of a familiar blond-haired girl walking slowly through the gates of Yuuei High. She might be wrong but there was no mistaking that shade of blond. In all of Kendou's life, she had never seen a shade of blond liked the girl who saved her. It was too bright, looking exactly what sunshine must look like if it was a physical object.

It definitely had to be her.

She didn't know much about the girl, the school hadn't been willing to give her any hints about who her saviour was. Kendou really wanted to get to know her. The blond-haired girl didn't need to help her with the rubble, could have just left her alone, but chose to help her. Everyone else had been too busy trying to get points that they never noticed her.

The girl was willing to forgo any idea of getting more points to save her.

"You're the cool girl that took me to the nurse!" Kendou called out, dashing towards the girl and putting her hands on the girl's slender shoulders.

The girl's shoulders tensed up and blond hair flipped around, blue eyes meeting Kendou's green eyes. Her eyes are really blue. It was the first thing to come to her mind at the sight of those bright blue eyes. The second thing to stand out to Kendou was just how large the smile was. It gave her some hope that maybe she could make friends with her.

Finally, Kendou thought the girl looked similar to one of her juniors in her middle school. The shape of her eyes and the smile reminded her of that junior. Kendou would think they were related if it wasn't for the fact her junior had bright red hair.

It could be coincidence, Kendou knew there was a saying that there was always going to be another person with similar features in another country or even in the same place.

Beside, her saviour seemed kind while her junior only acted kind.

"Do you remember me?" Kendou asked. The girl kept quiet and just continued walking, but this didn't deter her. She needed to get closer to this girl. "I am the girl that you rescued from the rubble. You know you sent your clone to carry me to the infirmary?"

The girl stopped walking and twisted her head to look at her. A large smile seemed to be plastered on her lips as blue eyes locked on her. I need to say something. Kendou didn't usually feel anxious but something told her that she only had a couple of minutes, before she left again. She didn't even know if they were going to be in the same class.

Kendou hoped they would be in the same class.

"I really want to say thank you for helping me, but your clone just ran away before I could tell them thank you."

There was a very subtle change in the girl's expression. The large smile didn't waver, but there was a slight widening in her eyes. Kendou chose to ignore it, more focused on the ground as her brain scrambled to articulate the words to express her feelings.

"Recovery girl, she is the nurse by the way, scolded me for trying to pull my leg out of the rubble." Kendou began. "She told me that it was a bad idea for me to pull my leg out. My leg couldn't handle that kind of pressure, so I was lucky you helped me out of a tight spot. You know a lot of the other examinees just ignored me…but you helped me."

'I don't know what it means to be a hero but I know heroes don't ignore someone in distress.'

Kendou still feel ashamed whenever she thought back to those words. She wanted to be a hero to support her family. The thought of saving the other examines had been the last thing on her mind. Just getting into the school was more important to her, the first step of reaching her dream. A lot of the famous, well-paid heroes came here.

She did save some people, but Kendou only did it to get some more points. It was not from the goodness of her own heart like the girl in front of her.

"My name is Kendou Itsuka but you can call me Itsuka-chan!" She offered her hand to the girl but her saviour just eyed it, not reaching to shake it. It should annoy her but the girl did too much for Itsuka to be bother by it. "What's your name? Which class are you in? I am in Class 1B."

She prayed that the girl was in the same class as her.

The teen didn't answer, just clicked her heels together and resumed walking. Itsuka blinked, almost feeling a little bit at loss of what to do. This was the first time someone didn't answer her questions. Should she just give up? Maybe she was wasting her time with trying to get to know her.

She couldn't just give up now. Itsuka needed to know at least her rescuer name because it sounded wrong to not have a name for her.

"So who is your favourite hero?" Itsuka tried again, running after the girl. Her bag juggled as she tried to catch up to the mysterious girl that might or might not be her classmate. Why wouldn't she talk to her? She seemed to have no problem scolding her for focusing about the points.

The blonde didn't reply.

Kendou forced herself to smile and declared. "It is fine if you don't answer me, but I am going to get you to talk to me. I will just talk to you again in lunch."

She won't give up when it comes to her.

"Uzumaki!"

Kendou could only gawk as a periwrinkle-haired girl tackled her saviour, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. Uzumaki stiffened before jerking her head back, a larger smile playing on her lips as the girl pulled her whiskered cheeks.

"Are you excited for your first day of Yuuei High? Where is your friend? Do you want me to show you where your class is?" The girl asked. Kendou guessed this was going to be their senior if her words were of any indication.

Kendou blinked when the blond-haired girl sighed and nodded. At least I know she does answers. The senior didn't seem to be too put off at the fact Uzumaki was not even going to give her a verbal response to her questions. If anything, the girl just continued to talk with a cheerful smile playing on her lips.

"Ooh, are you another of Uzumaki's friends?" The girl asked, swirling her head at her. "How did the two of you meet? Does she ever talk to you? How do you get her to answer? Mirio tells me that I should give her time but Uzumaki-chan is so cute! My name is Hadou Nejire and I am going to be your senpai!"

Kendou blinked as the girl continued to fire questions at her. She tried her hardest to answer the girl's questions but the one thing that stood out to her was her saviour's last name. Uzumaki was a common last name. There were plenty of people with that last name.

Her junior also had the last name of Uzumaki, but it was just a coincidence that her saviour had the same last name.

You could have the same last name and not be related.

"It is nice that we are in the same class, isn't it Todoroki-san?"

Todoroki nodded, mismatch eyes focused on his new chatting classmates, as Yaoyorozu looked nervously around their classmates. The first day of class hadn't even started but it seemed like none of their new classmates seemed to have any problems making friends or scolding each other. Out of everyone here, he only knew Yaoyorozu.

They had met each other before whenever her family threw events.

He tore his eyes from their glasses-wearing classmate when the classroom door slid open. A blond-haired girl stepped through, blue eyes observing the scene right in front of them. Almost everyone was out and about, talking to each other, or in the case of the black-haired boy (he must come from Iida family) scolding their classmate.

Todoroki regarded the girl standing across the room. The one thing that stood out about the girl wasn't her looks. She was very pretty, there was no denying about it, but those blue eyes shone with a lot of mistrust. The smile might fool people into thinking the girl was fine, but Todoroki knew fake smiles very well.

His mother used to give them to him to reassure him that she was fine and happy. Todoroki believed them until the incident. All those fake smiles hid the depth of pain his mother went through under living in the same roof as that shitty old man.

Todoroki wondered what his classmate went through for her to show such fake smiles.

"Naruto-san! We're in the same class!" The nervous green-haired boy seemed to have grown a little bit more confident at the sight of the girl. Todoroki knitted his eyebrow. Naruto? Wasn't that a boy's name? He observed the girl, trying to find any hints that she might be a boy.

There was nothing about the girl's appearance that indicated she might be cross-dressing.

"Midoriya-san, it is good to see you too!" The girl said; her voice held a fake cheer and there was something husky about her voice. A large smile seemed to be glued on her face and just like before, Todoroki noticed just how fake the smile was.

No matter how large her smile was, the pain in her bright blue eyes was undeniable. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable at first glance but it clashed with her smile.

"You went to the same school as Midoriya-kun, right? I remembered that the two of you were walking together during the Entrance Exam!" One of their classmates asked, who stood right beside the boy Midoriya. She tilted her head and held her hand out, a cheerful smile playing on her lips. "My name is Uraraka Ochako!"

The girl didn't answer and the smile on Uraraka's face faded as time went by.

"Ochako-san, this is Uzumaki Naruto," Midoriya introduced with a slight timid tone in his voice. He darted his eyes to Uzuamki and silently pleaded for the girl to make some kind of comment. The blond-haired girl just ignored, shrugging her shoulders and taking the empty seat right beside Todoroki.

Midoriya sighed, looking almost put off at their classmate's behaviour.

Todoroki knitted his eyebrows when Iida charged towards the back of the row. His shoulders straight, eyes locked on the blond-haired girl. Uzumaki seemed not to pay much attention, just sliding her bag onto the chair and searching through her bag for something. The girl didn't up when Iida stopped right in front of her table, not even when Iida cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Uzumaki-san, I owe you an apology for my terrible behaviour during the Entrance Exam." Iida bowed down, his head hitting the table. Uzumaki froze, back stiffened before looking up at the teen. Just like always, there was a large, fake smile playing on her lips.

She always uses fake smiles.

Todoroki flickered his eyes to their other classmates, noticing how most of them stopped chatting and seemed focus on the scene right in front of them. Curiosity shone through everyone's eyes, waiting silently to see how the girl was going to react. It did not escape his notice how Midoriya seemed almost nervous on what was about to happen.

What happened during their Entrance Exam for everyone to be so curious.

"I am not the one you need to say sorry to," Uzumaki declared, blue eyes fixated onto the boy's eyes as the smile on her face grew even larger. "You owe an apology to Midoriya-san. What you did that day was more hurtful to him than me. I am fine with what happened…it didn't affect me in anyway."

The boy frowned and looked like he wanted the girl to say something but Uzumaki just turned her head away, her hands resuming her search for something. Iida looked at lost, almost uncertain on how to deal with the dismissal made by the girl.

"Don't you have something to…"

The door slid open, bringing everyone's attention to the front of the room. Heads spin around as they tried to find the source of the sound. Uzumaki locked eyes on the floor and Todoroki followed her line of sight, mismatch eyes blinking at the sight of the worm figure on the ground.

The worm figure unzipped himself, revealing a scruffy looking man inside a sleeping bag. The seven o'clock stubble covered his chins as black eyes swept the room, lingering on all of the frozen students. Some of the students shifted in their seats while a few flinched at the looks given to them. The tension in the room seemed to have gotten higher.

"It took ten seconds for all of you to settle down and stop your chit chatting," the man declared. He walked up to the podium and settled his hands on either sides of the podium, his lips pressed into a very thin line.

"I am Aizawa Shouta and I will be your homeroom teacher," Aizawa informed them. He pulled out a gym outfit from the sleeping bag and stared at the silent students. "Wear these gym outfits and meet me in the field."

Todoroki could only wonder what was about to happen.

They really don't do anything by halves. Naruto craned her neck as blue eyes took in the large area that was the sport field. The whole area seemed to be so much larger than the small field her Middle School had. If anything it seemed to be large enough to fit the school that she just recently graduated from. How much money does this school have?

She darted her eyes to her nervous classmates and then to the calm teacher. Something was really strange about this. In her three years of Middle School, Naruto had not once been forced to go to the Sports Field for no reason. The homeroom teacher used to usher them to the main hall, citing the importance of them attending the opening ceremony.

Once the opening ceremony was over, the man would make them go to the career guidance councillor. Naruto always made sure to skip that part. No matter how much the man tried to convince her that it was useful, she just refused to listen.

It was strange that Yuuei High of all places didn't follow the same procedure.

"I brought all of you here for us to do the Quirk Assessment Test."

Silence reined for a whole two minutes as the students processed what was just said. Slowly, their eyes grew large and within seconds:

"Quirk Assessment Test!"

The uniform screams of her classmates echoed throughout the field as they stared at Aizawa with betrayed eyes. The man looked unbothered, only sweeping his eyes at the anxious students. She leaned against her foot, flashing a bright, confident smile when black eyes met hers. The man blinked but quickly regained his composure.

I hope he doesn't call out our Quirks in public. Naruto felt almost embarrassed at the lack of creativity she had when it came to making her Quirk name. Of all the names she could have used for her Chakra, she had to use the name Chakra. Of course she never actually thought she was going to become a Hero.

At least she was confident her Chakra would make her one of the strongest, if not the strongest candidate in their class.

"What about the opening ceremony? And orientation?" Ochako cried, balling her hands into a tight ball.

Aizawa turned his body around and stared straight at the empty field. "If you want to be a Hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events."

Whispers broke out from all around her as the other students knitted their eyebrows in confusion. Naruto could only press her lips into a thin line, a sense of nostalgia and dread coursing through her. Something about his tone reminded her of the second exam that Team Seven had to take in order for all of them to become Genin.

The exam that they all nearly failed because they didn't know how to work as a damn team.

"Yuuei's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are," Aizawa continued; his tone remained monotone and the tension in the atmosphere increased at those words. He turned his emotionless eyes towards them. "That's also how the teacher run their classes."

The whispers became louder as the man turned his whole body towards them. He leaned back as his black eyes locked onto them. He slipped his hand into his right pocket, pulling out a telephone device that showed several fitness test.

"You kids have been doing these since Middle School, too, right?" He flicked the phone. "Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks."

The whispers died down at the mention of the compulsory fitness test that all of the students were forced to take in Middle School. It was done in the spirit of fairness but if anyone asked Naruto, her opinion then she would say it was so that the Quirkless kid feels like they have a chance to be on top.

"The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks," Aizawa continued. "It's not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating."

He leaned forward and focused his eyes on her. "Uzumaki, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right?"

Everyone swirled their heads at her. Most of the students, except for two boys, gawked at her as their eyes looked her up and down. She could guess immediately what surprised them. Unlike most of the students here, she didn't look like the type of teen that would go the extra mile. She raised her eyebrow when Bakugou narrowed his eyes at her.

She had no reason to answer to him about what her abilities were.

"In middle school, what was your best result for the softball throw?"

Naruto smiled widely. "200 meters."

Whispers broke out at her announcement as their teacher regarded her with suspicion. Several of the students just gaped at her, opening and closing their mouths as if they found it hard to believe that she could throw a ball that far. She might not be muscular like the kids with strength Quirks but there was a reason the Third used to call her a mini-Tsunade.

She could destroy a whole building with just her fist.

"You have got to be kidding me!" A student yelled.

Aizawa-sensei regarded her and tossed her the softball. "Uzumaki, can you please demonstrate without using your Quirk?"

Catching the ball, Naruto nodded and made her way to the middle of the pitch. Whispers surrounded her as her classmates made a path for her. She ignored the curious looks from her classmates and stopped right in the middle of the softball pitch.

She rubbed her shoulder, made the waving motion and pressed her lips into a confident smile before hurling the ball out for everyone to see.

Aizawa knitted his eyebrows and watched as the meter in the phone increased until the softball crashed into the ground. Whispers broke out as several eyebrows shot upwards at the distance the ball flew. Black eyes regarded her as he held the machine up for everyone to see the final score that Naruto had without her chakra.

"What the hell are you? 210 meters?" A spikey red-haired boy yelled. "That's insane."

Her teacher pulled out another softball and tossed it to her. "Since you proved that you can throw that far without your Quirk, shows us what you can do with your Quirk. Try improving your score with your Quirk. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle."

Naruto bobbed her head, waving her right arm back and forth as she channelled her chakra to her arms. She took a deep breath, ignored the curious whispers breaking out from all around her, and flung the ball with all her strength and chakra combined.

The ball flew straight over the trees, broke through the winds and forcing everyone's hair to fly backwards. Aizawa observed the instrument, black eyes not revealing about the distance the ball was taking, until the ball crashed into the ground. He held the gauge again for everyone to see.

Three kilometres.

It was pretty good when Naruto considered that she hadn't mastered the Chakra Control exercise that Ero-Sennin had given her to practice.

Blue eyes grew large when Midoriya ran up to her, green eyes flashing wildly with curiosity and wonder at the sight in front of them. I forgot that Midoriya is a hero nut. While everyone in middle school was too busy showing off their Quirks, Naruto was doing her best to keep her head down and not get close to anyone.

"What exactly is your Quirk?" The purple-haired boy yelled. "Is it super strength or clones?"

Naruto just ignored the question and returned back to her spot. She flashed a wide smile when the boy with the mismatch appearance regarded her. Mismatch eyes stared back at her, looking almost thoughtful but the blond-haired girl ignored it. No one was ever thoughtful when it came towards her. Pretty boys especially, they always seemed to care about themselves.

"You should focus more on your own results then care about what is her Quirk," Aizawa declared, sweeping his eyes at the students. He smiled. "Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential."

Naruto only had one thought at that declaration:

Why must every teacher that comes with the professional job have to do this?

All of the students showed some form of potential but the one that stood out the most to Aizawa was Uzumaki Naruto. Throughout the whole Quirk Assessment Test, he could only observe the smiling girl. It was not the way she kept beating most of the records of the previous students that made him notice her. The constant upbeat, fake smile playing on her lips was what caught his attention.

The girl was not as happy as she tried to portray herself to be. In the seconds he had to observe her, Uzumaki's voice carried a fake cheer when her middle school classmate greeted her. The smile playing on her lips was filled with pain. Those blue eyes held mistrust and the desire to protect herself from heartache.

Something must have happened to the fifteen-year-old for her to feel that kind of way. Aizawa would only allow himself to interfere once the whole test was over, once he got all the information he needed. The girl needed some kind of help and if the girl became his student, then Aizawa would act accordingly when it came to her.

He would not fail a student, even if said student did worry him about her mental state.

The reply she gave to Sero during the Practical Exam made it clear that Uzumaki knew what was expected out of a hero. The answer had been logical, no one could find a counterargument about it. But the fact she thought it was okay to sacrifice her own life for the job was not okay. He worked as a hero for a long time, had seen colleagues and friends died on the job.

Even the life of a hero was precious and valuable, it should never be taken for granted.

What happened for Uzumaki to think her own life wasn't precious? Nothing about her file could give him any hints about her past. Her birthplace was a mystery, ignored and left blank. The names of her parents was left blank too, almost as if the girl didn't even know who her parents were. Even her Quirk seemed suspicious.

It was so vague that it could even give All Might a run for his money about the description of his Quirk.

"0.50 seconds."

Aizawa blinked and jerked his head at the smiling blond-haired girl. 0.50 seconds? That was incredibly fast, faster than any speed a first-year student was capable of doing…even with their Quirks. He pressed his lips into a thin line and flipped through the sheets, eyebrows scrunched together as her scores revealed that they were out of this world.

It was inhuman even in a world filled with Quirks.

He observed the girl, frowning at the lack of tiredness shown by the girl. A quick look scan of the other students showed they were panting, almost on the brink of exhaustion at the pace in which they were forced to use their Quirks.

Even the son of the number two Hero in Japan seemed exhausted and Aizawa heard rumours of what the man put his son through at home.

Something isn't adding up when it comes to Uzumaki Naruto. He flipped through the files and observed the blond-haired girl. No ordinary teenage could do the things she could do, not without having gone through extensive training. The blanks in her files, the vagueness of her Quirk and her capabilities made no sense at all.

He needed to find out more about Uzumaki Naruto and learn about her background.

Something just wasn't adding up when it came to the girl.

A/N: What do you think about this chapter? What do you think about my take on Kendou? And of the characters so far?