Izuku looked out at the dark amphitheater, the rows of flashing phone cameras flickered like lighthouses in a rough night sea. Press cameras shuttered in the row underneath the precipice of the stage. The harsh spotlights blared down on the stage, with all of the other professors seated next to each other.

Attention made Izuku nervous as a bead of sweat dripped off a strand of his hair. He grabbed the glass of ice water in front of him and downed it all in one deep gulp. He thunked the glass onto the table which cause a small clink to emanate from him.

He gasped and held onto the glass, hoping that it would lower the volume. It seemed like nobody noticed his nervous. Izuku let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Oi. Deku," a harsh voice whispered.

Next to him, Bakugou elbowed him in the side with a soft nudge.

"Calm down. You're gonna look bad on camera," he whispered.

"It's just such a large crowd," Izuku said.

"So fighting villains in front of thousands of people is okay, but a glorified press conference is too much for you?" Bakugou grumbled.

"You're lucky, Kacchan," Izuku said. "You're class starts an hour later than mine today."

"No, I'm not. That means you get it over with faster. I hate waiting!"

As they bickered with each other, Principal Tommy let out another weird laugh. The tall man wore a tuxedo more appropriate for a wedding than an opening ceremony, and some odd chains were looped around his belt buckles on his jeans.

"The newest, and the best, school for future Pro-Heroes in the entire world," Principal Tommy said with another chuckle. "If more people loved each other, the world would be a better place to live. And it will be with these Heroes spreading love to every corner of the world when they graduate."

A loud "aww" emanated from the crowd as Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Great. This guy is going to be our boss. What a weirdo."

"So this school works like many schools," Tommy said. "You have to take all the classes! Ha ha. But I'm serious. Only in third year, are students divided up into different departments. Those departments are support, hero, and science. If you have a quirk, you're at this school! You can already enrolled in the hero courses, and you get to decide in the second year whether you want to go fully into the other departments."

"In the hero course," Tommy said as he read from the teleprompter. "You will be taught the basics of becoming a Pro-Hero. The law, the rules, the best tactics, and quirk training. In support, you will create and design new tools and gadgets that you or another hero can use in battle. Finally, in the science department, you will learn the basics of quirk medicine, legal aid, hero physics and other things. For the first year here, you will have classes in all of these categories. Only in your second and third year can you decide what you want to focus on. Basically, all first years are in the general education course where you taste everything."

"That actually sounds better than U.A," Izuku pointed out to Bakugou.

"No, it's stupid and I would have dropped out if I had to do this," Bakugou growled.

"And now," Tommy waved his hands in the air. Suddenly, a football appeared in one hand as he threw it out into the crowd. "There's a souvenir for you. Heh heh. But now, I am proud to officially announce the opening of our new school."

Tommy smashed a red button on the podium. Suddenly, the lights above the room flicked on and shrouded the room in a soft golden light.

Now, the auditorium was revealed fully. Izuku finally saw the rows of people, some of whom would be his future students. The walls had etched statues of former heroes and icons plastered into the marble walls. Turning around, Izuku noticed the giant silver and gold crest in the center of the gigantic wall behind them.

In the center of the insignia was a blindfolded Lady Liberty upholding a scale of justice in one hand. On her right shoulder, a bald eagle stared straight ahead into the eyes of the viewer. Underneath Lady Liberty, a latin word was etched into the base of her foundation.

Excelsior.

Finally, around the symbol was a golden band with words inscribed above and underneath the symbol.

Above, the name of the school: United States Academy of Heroics And Support.

"Welcome to your hero academia!" Principal Tommy shouted.

The crowd cheered and applauded. Izuku could not help but smile at the enthusiastic students and parents. This was much more of a celebration than when he first entered U.A. To be fair, this was also the first day of the school's existence.

"Okay, kids," Principal Tommy said. "We have a special guest today. All the way from Washington, the President of The United States!"

The crowd quieted into a tight murmur.

In the stands, Abel tilted his head in curiosity. Austin, the larger boy next to him, nearly rolled his eyes as he awaited for the man to come forward.

People looked around as Principal Tommy waited for a cue. Just then, a stage aid ran over to him and whispered something in his ear. Tommy nodded his head and leaned back to the microphone.

"Uh...he's not here today. He forgot we were opening."

A few laughs emanated throughout the crowd like a ripple from a small pebble dropped into the ocean.

Abel let out a good laugh, almost making Austin jump up in his seat. "Man, I love that guy. He's a jokester, isn't he."

"Pretty rude of him," a female voice with an English accent said from the row above him. "It's not like he has anything better to do."

Turning around, Abel saw the girl with an unimpressed frown on her face. Abel noticed the black hoodie that she wore; her uniform blazer forgotten and hanging on the back of her seat. Ruffling her medium-length blonde hair that was short shaved on the left side, she pulled at the dyed scarlet tips on them as her sky blue eyes made contact with Abel's. She seemed like the kind of girl that did not care about much of anything, at least not materialistic things based on her ripped jeans and the cracked sports watch on her right wrist.

"What?" she asked.

"Not a fan?" Abel asked with a sly grin.

"No," she stated. "I'm also not a fan of syphillis. Another shocker, right?"

Abel chuckled. "Are you in 1-A?"

"I am. And I'm sitting way in the back, so you we probably won't see each other considering you're deaf and need to sit up front."

"I'm not deaf. Just like my music and voice being heard."

"At least we have that in common," The girl said before she pointed at Abel's "ACDC" shirt. "Cool band, by the way. Saw them when they came to London."

Abel smirked. A cute British girl that enjoyed rock music in his class? He might have just entered heaven. "Thanks. I love The Sex Pistols, also. I'm Abel, by the way."

"I'm Megan. You know what else I don't like, Abel? You, because I'm gay."

The girl could not help the deep smirk on her face at Abel's eyes that bulged open like dinner plates. The boy turned around and slumped in his seat. Staring forward blankly, he felt a flush emanate off his warm face.

"Of course," Abel whispered to himself, but loud enough for Austin next to him to hear. "I meet a hot British rocker girl, and she turns out to be a lesbian."

"I'm sure that happens a lot in California," Austin stated.

Just at that moment, Principal Tommy cleared his throat.

"Uh...we had another speaker in case the President didn't show up, but he also could not make it. He was on vacation in Europe, and some weird guy in a fishbowl tried to kill him and his friends. So, he's occupied. How about you all just go and get your schedules at the Registrar's office. Okay, be good."

Tommy flashed a peace symbol with his hand and ran off the stage. The lights were shut off.

"So what else did they say to you?"

"That was it. Good luck and they left. My brother didn't even look me in the eye."

"That's normal for him."

Outside of the registrar's office, a long line of people filed into the small room to get their schedules. Students with many of their parents chatted as they held leaflets of papers and other release forms that would protect the school from mountains of lawsuits. Some also took the time to visit and tour the rest of the school. Homeroom was delayed until afternoon, so the first day was mainly spent signing paperwork and finding the different classrooms.

The hallways had warm LED lights above as the beige walls gave off a comforting, inviting feeling. The sweet aroma of honeysuckle and roses emanated down the hall as portraits of historical figures dotted the walls.

Katsu was reminded of the hallways in Shoto's house. Simple, yet pleasing to the eyes. However, he had little time to admire the architecture as he stood glum and stared down at his black pennyloafers.

"I know it is," Katsu said. "But still."

Shoto nodded his head and grasped Katsu's shoulder. "You know why you're here, right?"

Katsu looked up into Shoto's heterochromic eyes. "Because you recommended me to the entrance board."

"No," Shoto said before he looked up at the ceiling. "I mean, yes. But why are you here doing all of this? It's not for your parents. It's not for me. It's for you. If you only want to do this to live up to someone's image or expectations, then you'll never be your own hero. And not being your own hero is a recipe for disaster. The past can follow you around. It can squeeze at your heart and invade it like a poison, corrupting it inside and out until it bursts. The difference is that your past is going to be different than my own, and it's a past that makes you what you are today."

"My past was also filled with you freezing and burning me almost every day in training," Katsu said with a light laugh.

"Hey, you almost beat me in our last sparring match," Shoto said as he ruffled up Katsu's hair.

"Ugh," Katsu waved away his hand. "I hate when you do that."

"Which is why I do it," Shoto said as he gave Katsu his schedule. "You're in Midoriya's homeroom class, so you'll be seeing him more than Bakugou."

"That's a good thing...right?" Katsu said. He grimaced at the horror stories about Bakugou's temperament that Shoto told him on a nearly daily basis.

"They both have their pros and cons. What's important is that you don't let anybody intimidate you. Especially Bakugou. He'll pick on you since I recommended you for the school, but he's more bark than bite."

"Okay, I think I'll be fine," Katsu said with a shrug.

Shoto nodded. "But if Bakugou does say something out of line, like something about your past or parents, let me know and I'll handle him. For good." Shoto said with his eyes narrowing in a dangerous slant. An eery shadow somehow crossed over half of his face as his warmer side seemed to smolder with wisps of smoke.

Katsu chuckled with a nervous tick. He knew what that look meant, and it usually resulted in a villain being terribly maimed. "That won't be necessary. I'll see you at the hotel room later."

Shoto Todoroki brushed a strand of lint off his arm. He gave Katsu one more rub on his head which elicited a yelp from the young student. The Pro-Hero walked away as he strode like a knight down the hallway.

Katsu was alone, looking down at the map printed on his schedule. Thankfully, the classroom was only down the hallway from the second floor office. He turned the other way from Shoto and bounded towards the Class 1-A door. He nearly skipped down the hallway as an excitement thumped into his heart. The beating tapped on his ribcage as a dim smile grew on his face. He was finally here at his new school, and he could not wait to meet more of his classmates.

Finally, he saw a neon purple sign more apt for a nightclub than a classroom. Sure enough, the phrase "1-A" blinked on the sign as the wooden door separated him from the class.

Just then, the bell rang.

Katsu took a deep breath to prepare himself. As he reached for the chrome door handle, he shook it to open the door.

Still locked.

Katsu looked into the plexiglass slit in the door. Nobody there.

"Teacher not here yet?" a thick cajun accent called out.

Katsu whipped his head back towards the girl. She was tall for a girl, roughly his height. Her dark brown hair had a row of alternating indigo and ruby ribbons threaded into a small braid. The rest of her hair cascaded down to nearly her hips as she smiled at the new student. Wearing the female skirt for the uniform, her graphite-grey stockings ran up her long legs. Based on how well the rest of the uniform fit her, she had a well-trained, even voluptuous figure that reminded Katsu of Mount Lady.

"It looks like it," Katsu said, mentally slapping himself for not saying something more interesting.

"Shoot," the girl said in a slow speed. "This is class 1-A, right? So...maybe this is the first test! Opening the door. You know, I bet you he's in there hiding and we have to find a way in or something."

Katsu narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin. Come to think of it, this school would probably make a test on the first day. He figured that the number one Pro-Hero would set some sort of trial. He was told by Shoto that his first day at U.A. was spent in a very similar situation.

"I think you're right," Katsu said. "Maybe we need to get in with the use of our quirks."

"Pretty fast thinker," the girl said as she nodded in agreement. "You not a lawyer or something, right?"

"No."

"Good, so I can trust you," she said. "I'm Moxie, by the way. Based on your accent, I'm betting Texas?"

Katsu blinked and pointed at himself. "Me, no! Japan."

Moxie laughed. "Just kidding. Oh, well. At least you didn't cuss me out like that one Yankee I met earlier today walking down the street. Some of these people are weird, but that's not a bad thing. Anyway, can you break down this door? Or you got a lockpicking quirk?"

Katsu turned back to the door. "My quirk could probably get us in, but the door won't be standing."

"No big," Moxie said as he waved off the worry. "They probably have all kinds of replacement doors. What do you do?"

"My quirk is Energy Absorption. I can take any energy that is put on my body and then redirect at something else."

"So," Moxie said as she took a step closer. "If I punched you, it wouldn't hurt you. But you could punch me back at the same energy."

"Yup," Katsu said as he flex one of his arms. "But I can't punch a door down. Not that strong."

Just then, Moxie took a step back and reared her arm backwards. With a shout, she thrusted it as hard as she could at Katsu's firm chest. It bounced backwards and nearly made her hit herself in the face.

Katsu raised one of his bushy eyebrows. "Uh...thanks, but I don't think you could punch that door open, either."

"And that," Moxie tapped her head. "Is where my quirk comes in."

Moxie reached over and enveloped Katsu in a bear hug. Katsu's face grew as red as a tomato as he felt the girl's warm body on his. As his face blushed, he also felt a warmth build throughout the rest of his body.

"You're a forward girl, aren't you," Katsu said with a nervous chuckle.

"My quirk," Moxie said in his ear as she hugged him. "Can enhance or...uh...what's the opposite of enhance?"

"Diminish?"

"Sure! Diminish the natural state and energy of things. So maybe my punch doesn't do anything by itself, but if I can take the energy of the punch inside you, and increase it..."

Moxie let go with a deep grin on her face. Katsu felt the warmth all over his body. His whole frame was charged up from the elevated energy of what was just a simple punch. It was as if a rubber band had been stretched inside the pit of his stomach. Katsu began to glow just the faintest of yellow as he felt the kinetic punch increase inside his body.

"Go ahead. Open that door," Moxie cheered.

Katsu nodded and turned back to the door. He took a breath and closed his eyes. He moved his hand forward and channeled all the energy in his body to just his fist. Taking another step to be face-to-face with the wooden door, Katsu balled up his fist and gave the door a simple knock.

The door erupted forward like it had rockets propelling it. The frame detached from it's siding and ripped itself through the air. It smashed through the window and flew out of the building into the clear sky, disappearing over the horizon.

"My goodness," Moxie said. "That was really cool."

Katsu turned back at the girl. Her grey eyes locked onto his, and she had a deep grin on her face. Katsu felt a small rumbling in the pit of his stomach at the look, and he could not help but return the same grin. It was undeniable to Katsu that this American girl was very pretty, and they were even able to meet and work together before their first class! The first test, and they accomplished it just buttering pieces of bread. This school was going to be easy!

Except he turned to his left and noticed nobody else in the hallway.

"So where is everybody else from 1-A?" Katsu asked more to himself. "Didn't first period start?"

Moxie looked up at the sign above the door. For some reason, one of the letters was very different from what it was before. "Hey, didn't that sign say 1-A before? Why does it say 1-B?"

"You idiots! What did you do to my door?"

A harsh scream unlike any other made Katsu nearly jump out of his own body as he spun on his heels.

Before him was a very familiar man. One of the most popular and power Pro-Heroes in all of Japan. A man who was seething like a rhinoceros as smoke billowed off the top of his head like he was a burning piece of meat on a stove. He shoved his face right up to Katsu's, almost nose-to-nose with the shorter student. His red eyes tweaking with anger as he stared into Katsu's sole.

A man that may or may not hate his mentor and guardian, Shoto Todoroki.

"Uh...Mister Bakugou," Katsu said with a tremble in his voice as he etched a nervous smile. "Big fan. Heard many stories."

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