Hikari cautiously peered into room 1-A. She wore the U.A. uniform: a gray blazer, a red tie, and an emerald green skirt. She personalized the look with white Mary Janes and black stockings. Her hair had grown longer as well, just barely reaching mid back and a purple ribbon tied close to her left ear.
This feels so different from my middle school uniform, Hikari thought to herself, slowly scanning the room to scope out her future classmates and a seat to sit in when suddenly-
"If ya aren't gonna move from the fucking doorway then get the fuck outta the way, extra," a gruff voice grumbled from behind Hikari. Huh? Extra?
She turned around to find a boy with spiky, ash blond hair in a wrinkled uniform and baggy pants with no tie in sight. She pursed her lips together in distaste. He definitely looks like the troublemaker type.
"That is no way to speak to your classmate, apologize immediately!" another boy barked. Hikari whipped her head around and saw a boy with an indigo undercut and rectangular glasses. It's him, from the orientation! Immediately he marched to the front of the classroom, sandwiching Hikari between him and the aggressive boy behind her as they began to argue.
This guy doesn't know personal space, does he? she thought, face burning up. "I'll just, uh, move out of the way, now..." she muttered under her breath, leaving the other two in a shouting match.
Hikari zoomed quickly to a seat in the back, not really considering its location, just as long as it got her away from the two.
"Those two won't even pass this class if they clash forces like that," mumbled a voice from beside her. She turned to find the source of the voice and found a boy with a bird head. She jumped in surprise, recognizing him from the physical exam.
Then another voice chimed in. "I especially don't trust the boy that was behind her," a girl with a spiky, black ponytail agreed, pointing a finger at Hikari.
"Well, I'm just glad that I didn't get too caught up in that mess," laughed Hikari awkwardly, scratching her head.
"I do not believe that we have formally met," said the bird-headed boy, "My name is Fumikage Tokoyami, a pleasure." He nodded lightly with his eyes closed.
Hikari grinned. "Hikari Hinata. A pleasure as well, Tokoyami." She turned to the girl behind her. "What about you?"
The girl jumped slightly in surprise but quickly recovered, the composed expression returning to her face. "Oh, I'm Momo Yaoyorozu." She looks pretty and smart... I hope that we can be friends.
The three chatted among themselves as the classroom filled up with more students. Some, Hikari could tell, were either very nervous, fiddling with their fingers and other items. and others bursting with excitement, shaky grins on their faces. Something else that she quickly noted was that there were more boys than girls. Finally, only two seats were left empty. I wonder where Ochako can be...
"It's him." Who?
Unanimously, everyone turned to find a green-haired boy standing nervously at the door. He's kinda plain looking… wait a minute…! That's the boy that Ochako saved, right before the practical exam! Hikari saw the indigo haired boy that scolded the troublemaker that was behind her walk towards the boy. "My name is Tenya Iida," she heard him say as the newcomer began to freak out.
"What's their deal?" she muttered to herself, tilting her head in curiosity. "He was the one that beat the zero-point robot at the cost of breaking his arm and legs," Tokoyami informed her. Holy shi- What?!
"He hurt himself with his quirk? I wonder why he'd be placed here, then," Momo commented, her head resting on her left fist. Hikari nodded and her mind wandered off until she heard a familiar voice ring ask, "What do you think we'll be doing today?" Huh?
At the door Hikari saw that behind the now blushing newcomer was her friend Ochako, yammering away. Hikari immediately sprang out of her seat. "Ochako!"
"Do not run inside the classroom! You could trip and fall!" the strict, blue-haired boy scolded her but she paid no attention. "Ochako, you're finally here and-"
"If you're just here to talk to your friends then you can pack your stuff now," a bored, monotone voice came from behind. Everyone paused to find the source of the voice. Then the newcomer gasped and everyone's eyes turned to stare at a man in a yellow sleeping bag, laying on the ground. "Welcome to U.A.'s Hero Course," the man said as he unzipped the sleeping bag to suck on a pouch of... something. What is that thing?! Hinata thought, slightly horrified as to who the man could be.
"It took eight seconds before you to shut up; that's not gonna work," he continued. He fully unzipped the sleeping bag and stepped out of it. "Time is precious. Rational students understand that." Who on Earth is this guy?
The man faced the class. "Hello I'm Shouta Aizawa, your teacher," he droned. His introduction was met with silence. "Right, let's get to it." He reached into the bag and pulled out a blue cloth. "Put these on and get outside."
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"What? A quirk assessment test?"
"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" exclaimed Ochako.
"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies," Aizawa stated, his back turned to the class, who were now clad in blue U.A. gym uniforms.
He continued, "Here at U.A., we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." Hikari's eyebrows furrowed and she grit her teeth. Man, this teacher is hardcore! He's nothing like the other teachers I've had before!
"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you've never gotten to use your quirks on physical exams before." At this he held up a smart phone, listing all the physical tests that students have had to do throughout the years in school, including the 50 meter dash and the long jump. "The country's still trying to pretend that we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn." Aizawa turned to face the spiky-haired, ash blond kid. "Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with the softball when you were in junior high?"
"67 meters, I think," the newly dubbed Bakugou grumbled.
"Right. Try doing it with your quirk," Aizawa instructed, "Anything goes, just stay in the circle."
Bakugou stepped towards the circle and snatched the ball from his outstretched hand. "Go on, you're wasting our time," called the teacher.
"Alright, man, you asked for it," Bakugou replied, stretching his arms. Asked for it? What does he mean by-
"DIE!" The ball flew upwards in a massive, fiery explosion, almost disappearing in the sky. Did he just say die? Hikari thought as she covered her face from the sudden explosion and wind that blew her teal hair.
"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." He faced the phone to the students, showing a score of...
"705 meters, are you kidding me?"
"I wanna go, it looks like fun!"
"This is what I'm talking about, using our quirks as much as we want!"
Hikari grinned, becoming excited for the physical tests. It'll be a total breeze! The students were quickly getting pumped when the atmosphere turned tense once again.
"... So this looks fun, huh?" The class turned quiet as quickly as it got noisy. "You've got three years to turn into pro heroes. You think it's gonna be all games and playtime?" A beat and a pause. "Idiots." Aizawa grinned, and it wasn't a merciful one. "Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes last will have none and be expelled immediately."
"HUH?!"
A/N: Didn't expect an update today, did ya? With the COVID-19 going on, I can update this fic more frequently (idk if that's good or bad, whoops)! Thursdays will definitely have updates, but expect new chapters on other days of the week, so be on the lookout for them. Anyways, thanks for reading!
