Amari gulped as she stood in front of a towering building. The sunlight reflected in the spotless glass windows so bright she had to avert her eyes. She thought it was rather fitting, considering the bright future this school was almost guaranteed to give to its students.
This was it. This was the very school every kid in Japan dreamed of attending. The school with the lowest acceptance rate in the country. The school where heroes were made. And here she was, furthest from being a hero as she could possibly be.
You see, she was not interested in being a hero in the slightest. Or at least, not in the traditional sense. No, she was here for something else. She was here to be trained under the highly respected Recovery Girl to be a medic. Someone who was to stand on the sidelines of conflict, waiting until the villain was taken care off, to patch up the heroes and civilians who had gotten injured.
Amari had never given much thought about what she wanted to do in life. It had always been obvious what her role in life would be. After all, when she developed her quirk on her fourth birthday there was only one path for her to take. She had received a healing quirk, inherited from her father, who had received it from her grandmother. Healing quirks were awfully rare in this society so when one was blessed with one, it was expected of them to use their prowess for the greater good. These people often ended up working in hospitals and in close proximity with heroes.
And so Amari was expected to step in the footsteps of her predecessors and take her place in the hero society. She didn't really mind becoming a medic though she supposed. She would much rather work in the background, far away from the actual fight, than risk dying in the heat of battle as apparently many of her peers aspired to do.
She took a deep breath and walked up to the gate, scanning her brand new student pass to get in. Many students were excitedly chattering as they walked into the building, reconnecting with old friends or perhaps even new friends made during the notorious entrance exam.
She sighed wistfully, she hoped that her classmates hadn't already formed a bunch of friendships during the exams, leaving her the odd one out. Since she was not applying for the hero course, she didn't take the exam and so today would be the very first time she would meet her classmates.
Peering over the shoulders of her fellow students, standing on her tippy toes, she managed to locate the signs pointing to the first year wing. She adjusted her skirt and made sure her pale white hair was still in it's half updo before walking into the wing.
A few minutes later she stood in front of her designated classroom, slightly nervous with sweaty palms. This was it. These were the people she would be spending the next three years with, as long as no one was thrown out that is. Class 1A of the heroics department. Why was she here and not with the general studies department? Because the school had decided that with her future line of work it would be beneficial to be acquainted with heroes and their work. Besides, the two hero classes were always most prone to injury and would thus give her plenty of opportunity to practice and train.
Taking a deep breath and plastering a small, slightly strained smile on her face she entered the room. There were already quite a few people gathered inside. The class was filled with vibrant looking people. There was a guy with the head of a bird, a girl with bright pink skin, a girl with long hair in a beautiful shade of deep green. She felt almost plain in comparison with her own non-assuming white hair and dull amber eyes.
The chalk board in the front of the room had a seating plan drawn out. She quickly spotted her designated seat and quietly made her way there. It was a window seat halfway down the row of desks paired with very comfortable looking desk chairs. Her old school definitely didn't have soft fabric chairs on wheels, but was instead furnished with rigid and cold wood.
She plopped her backpack on the desk and looked around. Behind her sat a guy with half red and half white hair, unintentionally reminding her of Christmas. His most striking feature however was the burn scar curling around one side of his face. The boy seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, staring at the window with unfocused eyes.
Okay you can do this, just talk to the guy and maybe you can make friends.
"Hi!" She smiled semi-awkwardly, cringing slightly at how shrill her voice came out, sticking out a hand in his direction "My name is Shuzenji Amari and we seem to be seat neighbors. I hope we can get along!"
The boy looked at her, a pair of striking heterochromic eyes meeting hers. He blinked sluggishly, like he had just woken up five seconds ago.
"Shoto Todoroki. Nice to meet you." He said in a monotone voice before averting his attention back to staring out of the window.
Amari sighed, pretending to rake through her hair with the hand that was just left hanging. Awkward. That was not how she planned that to work out. She sat down in her chair, her cheeks warming in embarrassment, straining to keep the pleasant smile on her face.
"Don't put your legs on your desk! Don't you think it's disrespectful to your classmates?!"
A tall guy with glasses and blue hair had decided it was his business what other students did outside of class time. He was currently yelling and gesturing almost robotically at the guy in the chair to her right who was casually lounging in his chair with his feet resting on his desk.
The boy had spiky blonde hair and vibrant crimson eyes which, paired with the ever growing scowl on his face, made him look intimidating as they narrowed in a glare.
"Why don't you mind your own damn business four-eyes." The guy retorted heatedly.
Yeahhhh she was not going to try and make friends with that guy either.
"Hi there!"
A soft voice diverted her attention from the mildly interesting squabble next to her towards the girl that had just taken a seat in front of her. The girl had her black hair pulled into a pony tail and sat with her back pin straight, ankles crossed lightly on the floor. She looked like a model from one of the fashion magazines her mom liked to read.
"Hi! My name is Shuzenji Amari."
The girl smiled brilliantly, displaying her pearly white teeth, and extended her hand towards Amari.
"My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. Glad to make your acquaintance."
That is when the fake smile on Amari's face turned into a small genuine one. She quickly shook the girls hand. Maybe there were some nice and normal people in this class after all.
"Yes, nice to meet you! I must admit I'm awfully nervous to be here. Don't really know what to expect from the classes either seeing as I'm not here to-"
"If you're here to make friends, then go somewhere else."
A deep voice cut Amari off in her ramblings as her head snapped towards the front of the class. Standing there stood a scruffy looking man cocooned into a bright yellow sleeping bag. The man had dark circles under his eyes, long dark hair hanging around his face carelessly. If she had seen the man outside of this classroom she would have probably assumed he was homeless.
"It took you lot eight seconds to quiet down. Life is short when you lack in common sense. My name is Aizawa Shouta and I am your homeroom teacher."
Murmurs filled the class at the strange appearance of our homeroom teacher. Was he even qualified? He didn't look very heroic to Amari. Then again, who was she to judge.
The man dug into his sleeping bag and pulled out a bunch of sports uniforms. He lazily threw them down on a desk in front of him. Amari crinkled her nose slightly in disgust. Surely there were better places to put sports uniforms than in a sleeping bag.
"Wear these immediately and meet me on the P.E. ground. Shuzenji, report to the nurse's office instead. That is all."
At that all eyes in the class snapped to Amari. She gulped nervously, not really liking the attention she was getting. Why did her homeroom teacher have to put her on the spot like that?
"Are you ill Shuzenji-san?" Momo asked, immediately checking the frail looking girl for injuries.
Amari chuckled awkwardly, standing up, still painfully aware of all the eyes watching her every move.
"No no that's not it. Thank you for worrying though Yaoyorozu-san. I am actually not really a part of the heroics department but will be interning under Recovery Girl."
The room broke out into hushed whispers again, leaving Amari to try and shuffle out of the classroom as inconspicuously as possible.
"Wow! So you have a healing quirk? That is really rare! That is so cool oh you have to tell me exactly how it works sometimes."
A rather small boy with green hair and adorable freckles dotted across his face rambled to her excitedly. Amari was taken aback by the enthusiasm and could only nod a few times before booking it out of the room.
"Oh my god grandma, this morning so far is horrible." She sighed dramatically, letting herself fall on one of the empty beds in the infirmary. "First, I made a fool of myself in front of someone and then the teacher had to go and put all the attention on me and it was soooo awkward and I want to just sink into the floor now thanks."
"Come on now Amari, it can't have been that bad. Surely you will make friends. You're a nice young lady after all. Plus the schoolyear has only just begun, there's plenty of time to make friends still."
Her grandma, Shuzenji Chiyo, better known as Recovery Girl, arose from her seat behind the desk and threw a piece of hard candy at her granddaughter. Chuckling when it hit her in the head.
"...Gee thanks."
"Anyway I'm glad to have you around helping me here, sweetheart. Lord knows these hero course kids injure themselves too many times. Since this is your very first day I'll just have you shadow me for the day, letting you get used to the way everything works here. For now though.." She chucked a tome at Amari, who had to duck in order not to get hit in the face by it "read this."
Amari grumbled softly, bending down to grab the book that nearly killed her seconds ago. 'Basics of human anatomy' was spelled in dull grey letters on the cover. Groaning, she flopped on the bed and got to reading.
Nearly 30 minutes later came a knock on the door. The rambling green haired boy from her class entering shyly, cradling his right hand to his body.
"Already here, Midoriya. Why am I not surprised?" Her grandma sighed and ushered the boy to one of the vacant beds.
Amari looked on curiously. Her grandmother already knew the guy? She closed her book and darted to Midoriya's bed, opting to stand slightly behind her grandmother.
"S-sorry R-recovery girl. I got hurt in the quirk assessment and Aizawa-sensei told me to come get it checked out. I-I hope I'm not bothering too much." His eyes darted between Amari and her grandmother nervously during his explanation, at which Amari give the boy a little wave.
"It's no bother at all. Now show us what is the problem here." Her grandmother interjected with a tut, grabbing his injured hand and pulling it towards her.
His index finger was completely blue and swollen in a painful looking way. Definitely broken that one. How had he managed to get that done on the very first class of the day?
Chiyo pulled and prodded at the finger, Midoriya yelping quietly each time, explaining multiple things to her granddaughter and asking her questions in between to test her knowledge.
"Okay, let's get this taken care of then." Recovery girl planted her lips firmly on a mortified Midoriya's cheek "That should do the trick. You might feel a bit tired for the rest of the day due to the after affects of my quirk but that shouldn't bother you too much."
Midoriya bowed profusely to Chiyo, muttering thank you's before hurriedly leaving the infirmary. Chiyo turned her gaze to her disciple who was looking at her in mild disgust.
"What?"
"Couldn't you just kiss him on the hand or something?"
Her grandmother winked at her in reply.
"Where's the fun in that?"
Welcome to the very first chapter of my new story. I've had the idea for this story in my head for literal weeks and tried finding a story like it but was unsuccessful. So I finally decided to have a try at actually writing it. Please let me know what you think of this chapter and let me know if there are any questions.
-Liz