Authors note: This world and land is entirely made of fiction. Forgot to mention it sorry lol :)
Over the course of these eleven years it was almost like the people had made a promise... A promise to, hopefully, be free...
Bakugou got his quirk first... almost immediately three guards tackled him...
"Hey!" He had shouted at them.
The guards put quirk stoping gloves over his hands almost on cue... he haven't used his quirk sense.
No long after the this, the same gloves were apart of the uniform... no one was aloud to take them off.
The two friends are know in their teenage years... this means they can begin working. They are both 16 years of age. The only jobs deemed suitable for children these days were either military or government positions...
Which job they were sorted into was determined via lottery... Each child at the age of 16 had their names placed into a humongous steal box in their country's capital. Everyone must be chosen.
It was the morning of the sorting and Izuku Midoriya,(215) stood at the foot of his bed...
"215 you are yet to be located at the square." A robotic voice shouted from over the intercom that is placed in every 'home'.
"Please report to the square." The voice pressed.
He began to walk silently to the town square. His hands were folded in front of him and his posture was stiff and rigid. As his eyes fell upon the other children before him, and unwanted shiver ran down his spine... Then, through the crowd, he spotted 293 (katsuki Bakugou) and his closest friend.
The children were sectioned off into 5 groups based off their social standing. It was common for the people of heightened social status to be gifted government positions as well...
Both Katsuki and Midoriya were in one of the lowest categories and were therefore standing in the same grouping. Just as he stepped into line a holographic screen began to broadcast the lottery. Their group was last and there was only two descent military possessions left... well resent in an over statement... no one wants to fight for this country's so called "freedom". Which if you couldn't tell, was practically none existent-
"Zawnee, the living mural" was the name given to this humble country... to be fair, Zawnee is a beautiful With it's amazing forests and gorgeous landscaping. It's cookie-cuter broke down housing was a real eye-sore though...
He stood next to 293 and tapped him on the shoulder reassuringly. After the masks went on they never had the chance to speak other than the occasional "hello" in passing and yet they have remained best friends.
"And finally... section 5..." the Vice President's robotic voice exclaimed from the podiums in the capital city, "First child, 293, Katsuki Bakugou, military... second in command..."
This was shocking news to everyone standing in the square. A ripple of robotic gasps washed over the crowed... no one from section five had ever made that height a commanding position...
Name after name went by and almost all the positions were filled by the time Izuku's name,
"219, Izuku Midoriya, military..." the president posed for a moment to re-read the card, " 219, Izuku Midoriya, military..." he repeated in a confused tone of voice, "...First command... highest position..." he finished in a mutter voice...
The crowd was silent... though he couldn't see their faces he could tell the were all looking at him... to stunned to speak...