A week had passed since I had landed in this school. It was nice having running water, a hot meal, and a soft bed again after being stripped of those luxuries. Groggily rubbing my eyes, sitting up. My plain room stares back at me, as I go through my new morning routine. After brushing my teeth, and taking a shower, along with the new U.A uniform I had recently acquired, I put on my FiveSeven holster, my headset, and a small knife sheath, as I stepped out of the door.

The whole dormitory was almost completely finished. Time was saved by not decorating the student's rooms, under the basis that the students themselves would decorate it. The common room was already decorated, with a nice large carpet, 3 large couches and a large wall-mounted tv. The kitchen was also fully stocked with ingredients. From what I understood, the school would only provide lunch and ingredients. We would have to cook our own breakfasts and dinners, to which I was not opposed to. Leaving the dormitory and stepping out onto the paved road, I walked the halls of the main building. Today was the first day of school. I would finally meet my supposed classmates. According to Nezu, I was to be placed in class 1-A; which was supposedly the premier hero class. Reaching my destination, I realised I was way early, as I was greeted by a dark room with chairs still stacked on top of desks. Scanning the room, I determined that sitting in the middle would prove to be the most optimal. I wasn't too far from the door in case of an emergency, and I would be able to easily communicate with the other students.

Laying my head on the desk, sleep overtakes me, as the world around me fades, leaving me alone in this classroom.

—-

A memory plays around me, the past meeting the present. I look unto myself. He was desperately searching through his house, looking for something or someone. He frantically reaches for a phone on the table. His breathing is heavy and laboured, as he punches in the numbers. All he hears is static, as he looks unhinged scouring the empty house in desperation. The phone stays suspended by wire. He rushes through the kitchen, his room, his parent's room. All empty. A firecracker rings out as he jolts in alert, adrenaline flooding his bloodstream. Sounds of heavy machinery roar outside, accompanied by loud screams and shouts of people outside. Opening his parent's bedside drawer, a small flash drive could be seen at the bottom of the drawer. It stuck out like a sore thumb, being the only item within the cabinet. I watched him pocket the flash drive away, as the last I heard was a loud bang on the door.

—-

My eyes slowly fluttered, only to be greeted by the risen sun shining into the window, illuminating the room in its white light. I felt many pairs of eyes on me, as I looked around in horror, to see that nearly twenty pairs of eyes trained my movements. Looking around at my classmates, they all seemed different and unique.

"Good morning, for your sake I hope you will not fall asleep again in class."

The uncomfortable silence broken by the scruffy man in a yellow sleeping bag. From his position by the teachers podium, I would assume he was our teacher. Rubbing the last traces of grogginess away from my eyes,

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again."

Keeping my apology short and punctual, I had a sense he did not appreciate petty excuses. He grunted to the side, before turning back to the class that now had his full attention. He went around the room, bag in hand as he gave each of us one tracksuit in U.A colours.

"All of you. Go to the changing rooms and be at the sports field in 10 minutes."

—-

Standing out on the court, all of us were lined up side by side, as our teacher explained why we were here. Apparently, people here aren't allowed to use their quirks in public without licences. This raised a couple questions in my head, like what if they had a quirk that permanently changes to one's body? What if someone had a quirk that worked passively, and could not be consciously turned off? Pushing those thoughts aside, this seemed to be a normal physical assessment, but everyone was allowed to use their quirks. Once our teacher told us that we could use our quirks, the whole class boomed in joy, which quickly morphed into fear, as he explained that the person in last place would be expelled day one. That posed a problem. I had no quirk, all I had was a little muscle and that's it. My teacher noticed my internal struggle, and smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

"You, stand here."

His voice breaks our little deadlock, as I step forward towards a small circle painted into the dirt. Grin still firmly plastered on his face, he hands me a ball.

"Throw this ball as hard as you can. You can do anything except leave this circle."

I stood still, wondering how I should approach this. I could not do very much, but an idea grazed my head. Putting on my headset, 'This just might work' I tell myself, as my arm arches back like I was throwing a grenade. Letting muscle memory take over, I fling the ball. It wouldn't have flown very far, around 30 metres. But I had a trick up my sleeve. Like lightning, I reach for my holster. The ball kept falling ever closer to the ground, as my FiveSeven reveals itself for all to see. Tracking the ball, I fire once. The sports track boomed to life, as the ball somehow withstands the bullet, and goes flying. Watching it fly, another idea comes to mind, and a small sneer graces my lips. Taking a deep breath, I track the now vastly faster ball as I shoot again, propelling the ball further away.

"570 metres" the teacher dryly remarked. You can't fool me. I know just how shocked you are. Stepping back into the line, the atmosphere has grown even colder. As I firmly stand back in place, as the teacher calls the next name.

—-

Looking at the results board, I sat comfortably in the middle. A couple of relieved sighs could be heard, as we all crowded around the board. To my left, I notice a set of sentient clothes (?) shift in anxiousness. Curiosity overtakes me, as I walk up to the standing anomaly.

"Hello? What's got you looking like that?"

My simple remark made the anomaly's body face me, as a female spoke from the empty space.

"Can you really see me? Can you?"

Her remark took me by surprise, along with her closing the gap between us.

"If you are talking about your skin, then no. I can only see your clothes floating."

Her posture instantly lowered, her visible enthusiasm now gone.

"Even so, what's your name?"

"M-my name is Tooru Hakagure."

Seeing her body face the result board, I look back onto the board. Scouring the results, I found Tooru's name at the very bottom. Remembering the teacher's punishment, I stayed silent. I didn't know how to deal with situations like these. Shifting my gaze to the side, I noticed our teacher. He looked like he had something to say, so I quickly signalled the class to listen.

"Those of you that came in the top 5, good job."

The tension in the air was palpable, as everyone was listening raptly, their attention squarely put on our imposing teacher. His plain face adopts a sadistic sneer as his malicious smile turns into one of a Cheshire cat.

"And about that punishment, it was logical deception, you were never at the risk of expulsion in the first place."

His words seemed to calm the others around me, but his dead eyes stared into mine, perhaps in a look of recognition or intrigue? I will never know.