'Okay. I understand that UA is rolling in it, but why in the hell is this door so god damn big?'

'Students come in many sizes. It's better if it's too big rather than too small.'

Ichigo shrugged, still eyeing the 14-foot wooden door. 'I guess it makes it hard to miss as well.' He chuckled, signaling towards the bright and big red lettering on the wood.

To his surprise, the door opened quite easily, contradicting his guess of a more difficult task. He immediately noted that the bright yellow sleeping bag that moved around his old home, was sitting behind the podium, out of sight of everyone else. He resisted the urge to face-palm "Could you really not spend 8 hours without trying to nap?" The bag shifted. "Whatever. Just don't let this become a habit here too."

Momo, who had been observing his conversation while lacking the knowledge of the hidden teacher. "Kurosaki…may I ask who are you talking to?"

He shook his head dismissively as he walked over to one of the desks at the far left of the room. "It was no one. Sorry about that."

Nodding hesitantly, she slowly returned to her book while making a note of his ridiculous tendencies.

As a few minutes passed, the room gradually filled with the rest of his classmates, with the bulk coming in groups or pairs while a few came in on their own. Without any seating arrangement, they all sat next to their own little group, himself included with Ikuyo behind him, Izumi on his right with her friends in front and behind her, and Kinoko in front of him. Not the worst seating for now, and they had a little time to mingle among themselves.

That was all halted when Shiho lifted herself off the floor and made herself visible behind the podium. It was a little odd, seeing as only her face was shown through the yellow sleeping bag. After the socialization slowed down rather abruptly, she finally spoke. "It took you lot 4 seconds to shut up. Better than I had expected, but we should have that down to a second by the end of the year." She announced. "I suppose I should start with an introduction, only rational."

Unzipping the yellow bag, she slipped out and continued. "My names Shiho Aizawa, and I will be your homeroom teacher from now on. You will see me throughout your Heroics Classes, as well as the start of the day. Welcome to Class 1-A."

Ichigo was a little surprised. It seemed like Shiho ran a semi-normal class. That's not what he had been told she did. "Now. Put these on and get out onto Training Ground Alpha."

Fuck. Of course he jinxed it.


(-)


When he left the men's room, he had one thought on his mind. 'At least Nozomi isn't ignorant of the fact that not everyone is tolerant of her shit.'

He felt Zangetsu smile mirthfully. 'Well, you know she has quite a bit of fun screwing with us, so I'm guessing that the uni-sex is pretty well isolated to our dorms.'

'You're probably right. The rat isn't dumb in any means.' He hummed. 'By the way, can you tell if Kisuke's fixed you up yet?'

'I think so. I'm feeling much less strain talking to you, so I'm guessing that's a good sign.' The spirit replied as Ichigo emerged onto the training grounds.

He had arrived last out of the class, probably because of the inconvenient placement of the changing room, but it had the plus side of there being no delay between when he arrived and when the main attraction started. "Good. Now that everyone is here, we can start with our tests."

Ochako spoke up before anything happened. "But… what about the speech thingy, and the Orientation Meetings?" She asked, as she was clearly looking forward to the two.

"Waste of time. They're just there to tell you things you should already know. I've tried to get them to end those irrational meetings." Her remark was quick to shut any other objections. "Now, as I said, we are going to be doing a series of tests. But...I suppose a demonstration is in order…" Shiho kneeled down, grabbing a conveniently, prepositioned baseball, along with a small holographic device.

"Kurosaki, get in the circle."

Well, if he knew her at all, he could see where this was going. So, with a small groan, he walked into the small white circle. "Take this ball, and throw it as far as you can without stepping outside of the circle. Using your quirk." Oh. Fun. "And don't hold back, use any means possible to get it as far out there as you can."

Looking at her for confirmation, he received a nod before he turned back around. 'Well, I guess I'll give it my best shot. I just, uh… hope the windows can handle it.'

'I'm gonna be honest. They aren't.'

'Yeah, I could've guessed.'

He cocked his arm back, releasing the pinched spiritual flow in his arm and legs as he prepared his throw. He could feel his muscular structure relaxing as the energy took control. It always felt calming when he let it go on its own, but the surrounding aura it created put a limit on the time he could use it. Even now, he saw everyone around him start to sweat under the pressure. 'Shit. Better do this quick.'

It was then, that he released the building strain, and his whole body lurched forward as he propelled the ball..and the second the ball left his fingertips, the whole world shook as it rocketed through the sky at ludicrous speeds. Not one, but three sonic booms sounded off in that instant, shattering the surrounding glass windows as it left eyesight. It probably would've been best to have warned them of such a blast, because he heard a cry of pain come from the crowd.

The yell hade belonged to none other than Kyoka Jirou, recoiling along with the rest of her classmates, covering her hypersensitive ears as she really wished she had brought some sort of noise-canceling headphones.

By the time the dust had settled, his ball had landed at its final stop with the device held in Aizawa's hand giving a finishing beep. 'Hey, dumbass. You might want to control your spiritual pressure now.' Zangetsu reminded him of his suffering classmates.

'Oh, yeah.'

As he cut off the flow, Shiho announced his score. "5,175.4 meters and a wall of broken glass. Not one for control are you, Kurosaki?" He smirked at her little, non-offensive jab. "As you can see, these are meant to test the limits of your capabilities, using your quirk in whatever way you want as long as you stay within the parameters. It's only rational to let you use them because they are a part of you and it's what you'll be using to save people in need. Welcome to the Quirked Assessment Test!"

Mina, who had been one of the first to recover, gave a half-hearted cheer. "Hey… This could actually be pretty fun!"

Her invisible friend backed her up. "Yeah, all though mine won't help very much. It'll still be cool to see what everyone can do!"

At their words, a devilish glint shone bright in the hero's eyes. "Fun? Cool? I'll do something cool then." Goddamnit Mina. "Whoever places last… will be expelled from the school. Immediately."

Expelled huh? Well, at least he didn't have much to worry about. He was quite confident in his skills, but he couldn't say the same for the people he had made acquaintances with. "E-Expulsion?! That is unreasonable for the first day, Mrs. Aizawa!" Toyo argued, attempting to have her teacher retract such a claim.

"Unreasonable. Villains aren't exactly reasonable when they break the law. They aren't reasonable when they fight heroes. Are they reasonable when they kill people, people who are important to hundreds of others? No, so I see no reason to do so here. Welcome to the U.A, home of the world's greatest heroes. It was the ruthlessness of the teaching that pushed them to where they are now. You of all people should know that, Iida."

It was a little hard to argue against that.

Test 1: 50-meter dash

There were few people of interest in the small race. Flash-step got him a time under a second, 0.0209 to be exact, which ended up being the fastest out of all the scores. In second was Toyo, who clocked in at a time of 1.423 seconds, only about a full second slower than his own.

"How do you accelerate to such a high speed in such a short time? That's unbelievable!" She told him, being one of the few to truly comprehend such speed.

"I really don't know all that much myself. It's just an ability of my quirk, I guess. It sucks because it only comes in short bursts instead of a more steady constant speed like yours." He remarked.

With an affirmative nod, she commented further. "It is still rather impressive, seeing as there are no physical downsides. My Recipro-Burst has trouble reaching such speeds, and it ends up stalling my engines afterward."

They talked about the limitations of their quirks throughout the rest of the tests, with there being two more impressive scores, the first of which being by Katsuyumi who managed a time of 3.182 and Ikuyo with one of 3.784. He congratulated his friend on her score, only to somehow end up carrying her on his shoulders for the remainder of the test, due to her legs being 'tired.'

He would attest to not liking the experience, but his sword knew he secretly enjoyed the feeling of her thighs on both sides of his head. Sue him, he was a hormonal 18-year-old.

Test 2: Grip strength

Once more, it wasn't difficult for him to reach a highly above average score, sitting right under the 1-ton mark at 985.7 kilograms. This time, however, there was a decent amount of impressive scores. He had only been beaten by Momo, who created a mechanical clamp that crushed the gripping device under its hydraulic pressure, to which Aizawa counted it as 30 tons just in case, but there were many that didn't trail far behind his.

Eiko got an admirable score of 457.4, followed by Ibara Shiozaki at 395.2 and many others. He was impressed when Izumi held her own, with a grip strength of 211.7.

There was a lot less conversing this time around, but it was whatever. They moved onto the next event pretty quickly.

Test 3: Flexibility

He managed to place last, though he still did a little better than he had assumed he would do. Ichigo wasn't mad at himself either, although maybe a little disappointed. He knew he wasn't the most flexible body-wise, and going against a myriad of females, it was only natural.

He was just surprised to see just how far they could bend themselves, especially Mina. She might as well have been made out of rubber with how far she could bend forward.

Test 4: Bench-Press

With all the things that he'd seen Yaoyorozu had make, he had expected for them to stay in the realm of simplicity. A bike isn't too complex, only being a basic wheel and gear system with a seat. The mechanical clamp was a little more advanced but still simple. So, when she created a hydraulic press, or really a hydraulic lift on both sides of the bar, allowing her to lift more than the girl who could cancel gravity? He was quick to admit he had underestimated her.

She took a far lead at over 50 tons, gargantuan compared to Uraraka's 20 tons, his 14, and finally, Neiko's 10-ton score after borrowing Uraraka's quirk. All in all, their class averaged higher than most middle-class pros.

'I guess outliers will do that to a median.'

Test 5: Endurance Run

Honestly, his opinion of this one was just a waste of time. They all managed to run for over 30 minutes, including Kinoko who had legs that barely measured over a foot long. Even Shiho was a little disappointed in herself.

Test 6: Long Jump

His flash-stepping, or more accurately, Shunpo ability came in handy, allowing him to walk through the air and across the pale, sandy pit. Practically everyone managed to cross it, with a few exceptions like Toru, Eiko, and Izumi reaching a little more than halfway. Once more, a rather boring test.

'Hey, Zangetsu. Remind me to help Shiho come up with better tests.'

'I'm not the damn reminder app on your phone, but I do agree to the need for more engaging tests.'

Test 7: High-Speed Crunches

The concept of the test was extremely simple. Do as many crunches as possible in the span of a minute. The execution he saw, however, was a little less than chaotic. Yaoyorozu created a spring pad for herself, bouncing her back up whenever she touched the ground. Shouko created a patch of ice to raise the level of the ground. Katsuyumi placed her arms in a position that allowed her blasts to boost her up to her knees, at the cost of the underlying earth. And with Ikuyo's wind swirling about, it was practically a battle of the natural forces.

It was unnerving to see the destruction these people could cause without even trying, but then again, he had blasted a crater around his whole body on the verge of exhaustion just to summon a sword spirit, so who was he to talk.

Final Test: The Ball Throw

Apparently, because of his previous destruction of the glass panes placed around them, he wasn't able to take the test again. Not that he needed to anyway, as he put about as much as he could into chucking that thing as far as he could. Still, it kinda sucked to miss out on the final event.

Either way, the first person who was set up in the circle was Tokage Setsuna, someone he hadn't been paying much attention to. However, when her hand removed itself from the rest of her body, his attention was captured once more. He almost forgot how unique her quirk was. After her separated hand latched onto the base-ball, it flew away like an RC Helicopter and left their eye-sight. After a short waiting period of about a minute, her hand returned at a speed much faster than it had left, and they awaited Aizawa's words.

"2,045.6 meters. Way to think outside of the box, Setsuna."

Hmm. Very impressive use of her quirk, he had to give her that. He wouldn't have thought of that.

Next was the rather upbeat Eiko, who stepped up to the plate with a skip even though her quirk probably wouldn't benefit her much. She didn't let that get to her, as the second her foot entered the circle, her body as a whole became hard as a stone. Wait, did that increase her muscular strength? It probably did, based on the score she got during both the Grip-Strength and the Bench-Press tests. But, hadn't she said her quirk was just Hardening? Ichigo didn't think it made much sense, but at the same time, it did?

Well, I guess he could ask her about it later. For now, she had a ball to throw.

Studying the arm that held the small sphere as she brought it into throwing position, he noticed that the edges were highly numerous and more jagged compared to the rest of her body. Maybe her strength scaled with the durability of her hardened body. Whatever the case, when she threw the ball, nothing much happened in the sense of their surroundings, but the object did go out farther than any normal base-ball throw, and by a wide margin too.

"454.0 meters. Well done." Eiko flashed a criminally cute grin, one that showed of her rows of sharp teeth as she walked back into the masses. He would've attempted to stir up some kind of conversation, but he was sure Shiho would get pissed if he did. The atmosphere was much too tense.

Anyways, he was looking forward to the next throw, because it was Ikuyo's turn. If he were to guess, she would come up with something to get the ball at least a thousand meters out. Her quirk wasn't very practical when it came to sending things flying, but hey. He knew she would think of something.

He watched as the wind swirled downwards, compressing the air into an orb above her hand as she walked into the circle. Ikuyo picked up the ball with her free hand, allowing for the air to continue compressing for a few seconds longer. When the wind-tunnel stopped, ending the flow of air into the compressed sphere, Ikuyo threw the ball up with a flick of her wrist and let the balls collide. "Pneumatic Beam!" She yelled, though it was barely audible as the winds blasted out of the orb at hundreds of meters per second, bringing the ball with them.

'That reminds me of a Soukatsui. A concentrated blast that can be used both close range as well as at a distance.'

'I can see that, actually. It probably won't burn through flesh like the real thing, so it's definitely useable against others as long as she keeps the pressure reasonable.'

They heard the finishing beep of the machine, and turned to Aizawa to hear the distance she had achieved. "2,102.1."

Ikuyo cheered with delight, getting a small frown from Aizawa. "I told you I'd beat you, Tokage-chan!"

He gave a roll of the eyes. Of course she had managed to start some kind of competition. He had realized over the course of the past month, that Ikuyo was competitive beyond his imagination. That was just her personality, but it got a little silly when she started challenging him to see who could eat the fastest.

"Katsuyumi Bakugo. You're up next."

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a devilish grin growing on the blonde's face. "Alright! Finally, someone can show these weaklings how it's done!" She remarked, strutting up to the circle.

He could say safely that 5,000 meters wasn't weak, but alright. He wanted to see what she had to offer, so he settled with the deepening of his frown and a small growl.

"What and learn, Dweebs!"

He could hear the crackling of her palms before she picked up the ball, small white sparks finding their way out of her pores. Really, he was impressed with how much her quirk reflected her personality. She seemed to be the practical definition for 'Explosive.'

Now, focusing back onto her throw, she was unique in that she had basically no wind up in the execution of her quirk. She had picked up the ball, got in position, and was already moving her arm back to throw it. "Nuclear Fissure!"

It was easy to assume that her score was going to be quite monstrous, seeing that the blast had shot the ball at speeds nearly surpassing his own. The only problem was that she had also shredded said ball, getting rid of any shred of aeronautical elegance. It didn't take away from her display, but it would take away from her score. It was a shame because it really was impressive.

"4,041.8 meters."

He found her cocky smirk cute, as she strode back to the group with her chin held high. It was also a little funny, seeing as she was also shorter than 75 percent of the class. "Let's see someone beat that!" She chirped.

"That was really manly, but Kurosaki beat you by over a thousand meters."

..

..

..

Katsuyumi looked like a cat that had its tail stepped on, and quickly became flushed as she tried to recover. "Well...let's see anyone who isn't the strawberry beat that!"

"Shut up. Izumi Midoriya, it's your turn."

Uh-Oh. That was some real venom coming from Shiho, no matter how much she tried to hide it. Was there something he didn't know about the girl? He would probably have to wait and see, or maybe even ask Toshinori about it.

'Shiho seems to have something planned. That girl better have a strong will on her, otherwise this won't end well.'

'Toshinori chose her, so it is probable that she does. Then again, it was Toshinori.'

She seemed troubled and meek when she moved into the circle, hunched over almost as if she wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear out of sight. Not a good sign, but hey. The heat of the moment could change anyone.

She picked up the ball with a shaky hand, clutching it to her chest as she stared out towards where she would throw the globe. A worried frown sat on her face for a short second, as if she was calculating something, before she stepped into a pitchers stance. 'Ah. She knows how to maximize her speed and distance. She's intuitive, I can give her that.

'Intuition isn't shit if you don't have the confidence to back it up.'

'You really are too vulgar, boy.'

'I only take after you, Mr. Part of Me.'

When he saw Izumi throw the ball, he had expected a blast of some sort. Something that would match being All-Might's Successor. It never came, as the ball landed with a sad thud within a flash-step's distance.

"W-Wait! But I thought I used at least 1 p-percent! It should've g-gone further!" She said, almost breaking down as she muttered her qualms with such a score.

He knew the cause of her problems, and she was quick to speak up. "I erased your quirk. Not permanently, mind you. I just have a problem with how you've been taking these tests."

Yeah, that made a little more sense. Shiho wouldn't get pissed for no reason. "Your test scores have been mediocre. You haven't shown any of the same level of power as you did during the exam, which is disappointing. Your quirk is the definition of a glass cannon, you get one good punch, and someone has to save you. I refuse to let someone like that into this class. A powerful quirk without any sense of control is a liability, and this world can't have that in it. You have a heroic spirit kid, but this course isn't made for everyone. People aren't equal, I'm sorry." Aizawa's eyes returned to their inactive state, and her hair fell back down. "I returned your quirk. Finish this test and be done with it."

Damn. He felt terrible now, knowing that she would probably be expelled, even though she was faring relatively well in the events. He hadn't even know what she was talking about in terms of her full power, but she explained it broke her bones. He swore he saw tears starting to gather in Izumi's eyes, but she turned away too fast for him to confirm it. She stood there in silence for a minute, to which he assumed she had given up. He wasn't sure how the successor would thrive from there, but he would be willing to help if he could.

After all, the world needed a pillar after All-Might was gone.

It was almost as if she had heard him, because her posture straightened as she resumed her pitchers stance. Her foot shifted behind her, and arm shrunk back into spring as she readied herself.

"Finally someone put that quirkless trash in their place." Katsuyumi sneered. "Just wrap it up and get this over with."

It was in the next moments, as Izumi threw the ball, that Katsuyumi was corrected for a second time.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

Two loud booms sounded off with one being infinitely louder than the other, the first and loudest blaring as the ball left contact with her hand and broke her finger, and the second when it broke the sound barrier.

And, he had to say, damn did it go far.

She had instinctively clutched her hand to her chest, her index finger cleared disfigured and torn, yet she showed off her ability to continue fighting by clenching her fists. "...I can still move my body!" She rebutted the claim of being a liability, which brought his attention back to his mother.

She must have been surprised and impressed, because she was doing her best to hide any emotion behind an evil, yet fake smile. "This kid!"

It was an exciting moment for almost everyone in the class, as those who had seen her power got a grasp of her control, and those who didn't got quite the debut. Even All-Might, who had thought he had kept himself hidden, was cheering for her.

However, the short blonde who had thrown her own ball minutes prior, was biting her lip as to not lash out at the green haired woman. It seemed she did have some semblance of self-control, at least in front of her superiors.

"Hey! What distance did she get?"

Oh yeah. That was probably a little important. "3,978.2 Meters. Izumi Midoriya, you have managed to impress me." Shiho was genuine in her compliment, before realizing that her student was exhausted and her finger was about to practically fall off.

"Oh yeah... Kurosaki, take her to Recovery Girl and get that hand fixed. Just make sure to get back here before we're finished."

Once more he was called upon by his mother, something that he couldn't blame her for at the moment since she had no clue who most of her students were, but it would have to become less common as the year went on. "Yeah yeah." He signalled for Izumi to trail behind him. "Follow me. Let's get you fixed before that thing falls off."

It took her a moment, still rather tired and in slight shock at her control, but when she realized she was talking to him, Izumi nodded slowly. "Right…"

Damn it. This was going to be a long walk.


(-)


"I swear, that after that knucklehead father of yours retired, I thought I would have an easier job. Of course, both of them got some kind of prodigy who has the same reckless attitudes, and make it all the harder on me."

*MWAH*

The old woman, dressed in a nurses outfit, placed a kiss onto her patient's head and instantly healed the destroyed finger. It was unsettling to watch, he had to admit. At least the outcome was as expected.

"Alright. That should be all, from what I could tell. Your body is healed, and you're good to go. I don't want to be seeing you in here again until the sports festival."

The greenette lazily shook her head in acknowledgment, attempting to stand up only for her legs to crumble in exhaustion. She was lucky to fall into the body of an unsuspecting Ichigo, who had been ready to get back to their teacher and see where he placed. Of course, a tired, limp classmate complicated that, and they needed to get back soon.

"Woah, hey. Are you alright?" He asked as she leaned against him.

Recovery Girl gave a small snicker. "Oh, she's quite alright. She was already exhausted, and she isn't used to the drawback like your reckless self. I'm going to advise that she doesn't walk for now."

He looked to her for help. "Do you have a wheelchair or something?"

Another sly, nearing devilish chuckle. "Only a stubborn, orange-haired mule."

If he had more time, he would've given her some sort of a comeback, but for now, he set it aside for later and hoisted his classmate onto his back. "You better remember that stubborn people hold grudges for a long ass time."

He managed to avoid the cane swing that irrepressibly came with his vulgarities, Izumi's head resting comfortably on his shoulder as he carried her out of the office. "...Sorry for making you do this…" She slurred out, as he paced through the hallways.

"It's whatever. I can't exactly fault you for doing everything you could to keep your goals alive."

She hummed into his back. He was surprisingly warm, lulling her to sleep even through several layers of cloth. It reminded her of her family's trips to the park, back when her father hadn't divorced her mother. She would always end up being too tired to walk, and her mother would end up carrying her on her back.

Damn, she really did need something to focus on, otherwise, she would end up falling asleep. Maybe she could get him to talk to her about himself. "Ichigo…how do you know the staff here so well?"

He repositioned her on his back, his hands getting a better grip on her thighs as to keep her from slipping. "Really, it's a mix of a lot of things. My mother was involved in the raid that saved the principal from captivity, so I know her rather well. Then, my father was a hero at the same time as most of the staff, so he's good friends with all of them. Finally, Recovery Girl has had to heal me hundreds of times in the past, so I see her often."

Izumi's eyes widened, the talk of heroes giving her a small burst of energy. "Wait! I knew your father was a hero, but who's your mother?"

She waited a moment for a response. "I doubt you'd know her. She's been dead for about ten years."

Izumi felt the need to recoil, wincing as he informed her of such a demise. "Oh...sorry for bringing it up…"

"Forget it. You didn't mean anything by it." He replied, but she didn't poke any further just in case.

Izumi sighed to herself. 'Well. That was a way to unintentionally kill a conversation.'


(-)


When the two returned, their rankings along with their classmate's were being displayed on a holographic projection, a sure sign that they were late. He could already see his mother waiting on them impatiently, leaning against the wall with her head buried in her scarf. "Way to take your time. I already had to reveal that I wasn't expelling anyone."

Izumi noticed a tick mark find its home on his forehead. "Well I wouldn't have had to go through this whole escapade if you didn't make her believe that she had to break her finger to stay in UA."

Aizawa gave a venomous chuckle. "Shut up and look at your scores, problem child."

"Thanks, I was already planning on it."

He carried Izumi away from their conversation, remembering it would be best not to blow their cover as mother and son, and was quick to bring her attention to the board.

"Oh wow… Ichigo, you got first place…"

He looked onto the scorings, to check if it were true.

1st Place: Ichigo Kurosaki

2nd Place: Momo Yaoyorozu

3rd Place: Ikuyo Yoarashi

4th Place: Katsuyumi Bakugo

5th Place: Shouko Todoroki

6th Place: Eiko Kirishima

7th Place: Tokage Setsuna

8th Place: Pony Tsunotori

9th Place: Ibara Shiozaki

10th Place: Toyo Iida

11th Place: Ochako Uraraka

12th Place: Tsuyu Asui

13th Place: Reiko Yanagi

14th Place: Neiko Monoma

15th Place: Itsuka Kendo

16th Place: Izumi Midoriya

17th Place: Hana Sero

18th Place: Mina Ashido

19th Place: Kinoko Komori

20th Place: Yui Kodai

21st Place: Toru Hagakure

Sure enough, he was placed at the top of the ranks. He could settle for that, he supposed. "Right, now that everyone is here, I am allowed to dismiss you all. As I said earlier, I will not be expelling any of you today. It was just a rouse to get you all to try your hardest. That will be all. Return your gym outfits to the laundry room, and I will see you in class tomorrow."

Shiho was quick to leave, probably to go sleep somewhere, leaving him to carry his weary classmate back to the dorms. Luckily, there was no real classes for that day, so she wouldn't have to try and stay awake throughout something like English or Math.

He could just take her back to the dorms, simple and easy.

Just how he liked it.


(-)


Well, he had thought it would've been simple, anyway. But of course, life refused to let him have it easy for once because Izumi had fallen asleep on his back. It didn't sound like a problem, but he didn't know where she put her keycard, so he couldn't get into her room, and he refused to wake her up, seeing as she was physically exhausted to the point of passing out.

So, he had to make a choice of bringing her into his room and allowing her to sleep on his bed since all other options involved waking her up.

And that all lead up to the current moment, where he was sitting in his room, watching a rather cute girl sleep on his bed.

Well, he probably should leave. If she woke up to him silently observing her, he could probably say goodbye to any further friendships, and his dignity.

He could go for some dinner anyway, so to the kitchen he went...After changing into more casual clothes, choosing a white sweatshirt and grey sweatpants to lounge around in.

It was surprising to see how empty the commons were, only being occupied by Yoarashi and Mina, though he also was sure that Hagakure was there somewhere as well. He didn't have time to ponder on it, as a gentle, enticing scent brought his attention back to his hunger.

'It doesn't smell like mushrooms, so I doubt it's Kinoko… I wonder how many of these girls know how to cook.'

Upon entering the kitchen, he was surprised to see that it was in fact, the explosive Katsuyumi who was making such an appetizing dish. "Huh. Didn't think you would be the kind of person to take up cooking." He took a spot next to her, watching as she rather gracefully prepared the meal.

"Shut up, Strawberry." She muttered with relative control, seemingly focused on her task. "If you're going to be in here, you might as well help me with this shit."

Well…it smelled good, so he couldn't see why not. If anything, that would mean he would get a portion of the soup. Or at least he assumed it was soup. Whatever it was, it was brothy. "Whatever. Can you tell me what the hell it is?"

She smirked mischievously. "Nope. You just have to listen to my directions, and it won't taste like ass. Now hand me the white pepper."

With the roll of his eyes, and a silent cursing of the need for quality food, he listened to her request and took the seasoning out of the cabinet. "Was it too high up for you too reach, midget?"

She violently nabbed the bottle of flavor. "So what if it was? I can kick your ass just as easy at this height!"

'Yeah, in your dreams.' He thought to himself, though he was finished with his verbal teasing. He would rather not have such delicious smelling food go to waste because they were too busy yelling at each other.

So he complied to her requests and orders, getting her spices, stirring what needed to be stirred, and in the end, he got some more experience in the kitchen as well as…

"A big ass bowl of the Katsuyumi 5-Star Multi-Meat Soup! And you're lucky your useless ass is getting any." She tried to act uncaring towards his opinion of her cooking, but with how intently she watched him sample his first bite, it was clearly a facade.

In fact, he barely finished the first spoonful before he was interrupted. "Oi, Dumbass. How is it?" The girl clearly awaited an answer.

He wasn't exactly a critic, so he decided on a simple reply. "It's good. Some of the best soup I've had."

Well, that seemed to boost her confidence in her cooking, at least a little. From what he could

tell, she really didn't have a lot of people eating her food. Maybe because her personality made people avoid her, but that's just assuming. That aside, she looked really pleased, unquestionably pleased with his review. "I already knew that I just wanted to see if you had any bullshit to say."

...She had a hard time vocalizing such things though…

With her piece said, and his opinion taken into account, she left the kitchen/dining area with the pot of soup in hand, leaving him alone with his large bowl. His, absurdly large wooden bowl, filled to the brim with the aforementioned mentioned mixture...

'...How the hell am I supposed to eat all this?'


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Wow. Has it really been two months since my last post? Jesus guys, my bad. Sports have been taking up all my time and energy, so I haven't had time to write at all, not to mention that the first-day scene is awfully boring to even attempt to write.

So… I can't promise that the next chapter won't take as long to get out, but it should be quite a bit longer when it does. Also, a little heads up. To those of you who don't enjoy large polygamy's, rest assured. I don't plan on going overboard, at least not now, and I plan for most relationships to develop a little before entering romantic territory. It might give you all little hints, due to favoritism towards certain characters, but I won't spell it out. Gotta use those brains of yours.

Other than that, I guess I need to respond to reviews!

Starting off with WeebGod69, I do appreciate the kind words, and as for your question as to who Yui is, she is a member of class 1-B. Her full name is Yui Kodai, if you need to look her up and she is personally going to be one of my favorite people to write.

Demzerff1: Well, I would say his being born in this age is caused by a butterfly effect, but it's a little more complex than that. I want to say it was to bridge the two series together in a semi-plausible/reasonable way, without having some sort of interdimensional-travel.

Jerrend: I have decided, as previously mentioned, not to release a list. You don't have to worry about it growing too big for now. If I change my plans, I'll make sure to state it.

SomethingAncient: Good to see that someone doesn't mind filler. Makes me that much more confident in writing it. On your comment about his workout advice, I realized my wording didn't convey what I meant to say, but I actually don't mind. While cardio is important, one would think that she would be getting plenty during combat training, or in future sparring matches with a certain Shihoin Clan member. That being said, if she didn't do any of that, yes his advice would be harmful.

Shen: Don't you worry about Mineta. He has a role in this story more important than being comedic relief, not saying that he won't help with the execution of certain jokes.

That should be all of them, for now anyway. I hope you all have a nice day, and I will see you whenever the next chapter comes out!

Latta!