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~The Lupine Sojourner

Eijiro Kirishima:

Sorry again. We'd had this planned since the test.

Me:

No, no, it's fine! Don't worry about it. We can try for dinner on the first day, right?

Eijiro Kirishima:

You're sure your parents won't mind?

Me:

Of course not! They really want to meet you!

Eijiro Kirishima:

If you say so, yeah, we can try.

I frown. Why would he be weird about my parents wanting to meet him?

Either way, it was the day we'd find out if we were going to UA or not. Eijiro had called me and neither of us had opened the letter, so I did with him on speakerphone opening his letter as well.

Turns out, there were 'Rescue Points', and All Might (on a projector) explained that there was a panel of judges who decides who gets how many rescue points. Katsuki got 0, but Kiri and I got 35 each, tying us for second place for the test! Izuku, I note happily, is in 7th place with 60 rescue points!

I'd invited Eijiro for dinner to celebrate, but he'd said his family had already made plans for their own celebration, resulting in our current conversation.

Me:

Sounds good! I hope we're in the same class!

Eijiro Kirishima:

Yeah! That'd be so cool!

There. The Kirishima I met on the bus was back. I never know where he goes or why he disappears, but I was glad he was back.

"So, what's the verdict?" Dad asks from my doorway, smirking.

I roll my eyes. He always got like this when he saw I was talking to Eijiro or Shinso.

"Unfortunately, he and Shinso can't make it." I explain. "Both their families already had their own celebrations planned." I explain. Dad clicks his tongue, waving his finger at me.

"Not helping the 'imaginary friend' theory." He teases.

I laugh. "Dad, I've shown you the texts. I'm not making it up." I assure him.

"Yeah, yeah. Either way, dinner's ready. Orange chicken with extra chicken and rice balls." I grin excitedly. My favorite!

"Yay! Coming!"

=#=#=#=#=

Soon enough, April came. And, with it, the first day of school.

By the time I get up, Mom's already gone to prepare, and Dad was eating breakfast.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes and grabbing a bowl for cereal.

"Morning, Tik-Tak!" He cheers.

"Morning, dad." I reply, pouring the milk on top. "Is there coffee?"

Dad chuckles. "Yes."

I yawn again and grab a mug, adding creamer and sugar before sitting back down and eating.

"You ready for your first day of high school?" He asks.

I blink, halting mid-gulp of coffee. Oh, yeah. That was today.

"...I guess." I mumble, my stomach suddenly squirming in nervousness.

"Relax. You're gonna do great! Besides, your mom's teaching your homeroom class. It'll be fine."

I grin. "Really?"

"Yeah, but in UA, she's your teacher first, okay?"

I sober a little.

Of course. It was great having my mom as a teacher (and probably Dad, too), but she was professional enough not to give me preferential treatment. It'd be interesting, for sure.

"I know." I reply, then grin. "It'll be great!"

With that, I finish my bowl and go to my room to change into my uniform (opting to wear the stockings, as I wasn't quite comfortable in just the skirt yet), pulling my hair into a messy bun, as well. I came out and heard a camera snap a picture, spotting Dad holding his phone.

I blush. "Dad!" I bark. "What was that?!"

"My baby's going to UA! I had to take a picture!"

I sigh. Figures. "Okay...shouldn't we be leaving soon?"

He nods, grabbing his wallet and keyring.

"Yup! Let's get going!"

The car ride was too long and too short all at once.

Soon enough, we've arrived. I gulp, shaking in my shoes.

I was so nervous! Dad had a gentle arm around my shoulders and led me to the class I was in; 1-A.

I find Eijiro wandering, looking confused. True to his word, he got the firetruck red and spiked style. It looked...really good on him.

"Hey, Eijiro! I like the hair!" I call, determined that it was a friendly compliment, nothing more.

He whirls. "Hey, Takara! Thanks! I really like it, too!" He calls back, walking over.

I'd scolded him enough times for him to start calling me by my first name.

Dad's eyes light up and I know I'm in for teasing. "Ah, I see. Nice one, kiddo!" Dad whispers, nudging my side with his elbow. I blush scarlet and swat at his shoulder.

"Dad!" I hiss. "I told you! It's not like that! Quit it!"

Dad then clears his throat. "Nice to finally meet you. I'm Takara's father, if you didn't know."

Eijiro smiles and shakes his hand. "Her last name gave it away, Mr. Yamada. That, and the sludge villain incident."

Dad nods, subtly grimacing. "Yeah, that was a tough day. Anyway, kid, where're yah headed?"

Eijiro looks around. "I'm looking for classroom 1-A, but I can't find it." Dad grins.

"Never fear! I'll lead you!" Dad then wiggles his eyebrows. "You know, Takara's in your class."

"That's awesome!" Eijiro cheers.

I blush as we walk together in silence (Dad constantly watching Eijiro and I) and arrive at the massive door soon enough.

"We try to make sure everyone can use it." Dad explains when we gape at the door. "Well, gotta get your teacher! Be back soon!"

With that, he takes off.

I blink. "That was fast." I muse. I then clear my throat and face the door. "Well, shall we?"

He nods, opens the door, and walks in. I'm right behind him, managing not to tremble as I look at the handful of students that had arrived a little early. One had pink skin and pale pink hair with small horn-things. Her eyes are black with golden irises and she instantly leaps into a hug with Eijiro.

"Hiiii!" She cheers. "This is so crazy! We're in the same class!"

I am then finding myself clearing my throat, trying not to let a sudden irritation come out in my voice.

What was wrong with me?

"Hi there." I murmur. "I'm Takara." She grins at me and squeals as she hugs me, too.

"So you're the one Eiji's been on about! Nice to meetcha! Name's Mina Ashido."

I hug her back. "Nice to meet you, too."

I then gulp as the door slams and a growl is heard.

I turn to see Katsuki glaring at everyone as he sits at the far left desk in the second row. He was the only other one I know so far, so I walk over.

"Oh, great." I muse sarcastically. "I get the hothead in my class."

Fighting fire with fire might be a good way to handle this guy.

He glares at me. "What did you say, extra?" I cross my arms. Really? 'Extra'?

"I said I got a hothead in my class." He stands, and I try not to flinch. "Katsuki, right?"

"How'd you know that, you damn stalker?"

I narrow my eyes.

"Well, I was there in the sludge villain incident. Surprised the guy could wrap his gooey mess around that inflated head of yours." It felt wrong insulting the kid, but it might get through to him.

He scoffs, glaring at me reprovingly. "Well, you were so attention-hungry you and Deku jumped right in after me." I chuckle. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad under all the bravado and anger...but who was 'Deku'? Izuku? "But don't think I owe you anything. I would've been fine without you rejects!"

Eijiro finally steps in. "Okay, you two! Geez!" He sighs. "Look- -"

"Hey, don't but in, Shitty Hair!" Katsuki interrupts.

Eijiro growls and I put a hand on his shoulder, glaring at Katsuki.

"Katsuki, enough!" I bark, then deflate a little. "Look, I'm not an 'extra' or a 'reject', okay? My name is Takara. Don't forget it, and this is my friend, Eijiro Kirishima."

Using Katsuki's own words at him might be a good way of ending things with him.

No one seemed to recognize my name. Good.

"Whatever. Now, get outta my face, you damn nerds." Katsuki growls. By now, a few more kids have joined the class, and another was just walking in. He was tall, wit- -wait...he's the stick-in-his-butt from the entrance exam! Great!

He settles into a desk on the right side of the back few rows before noticing Katsuki's position, feet propped on his desk.

Before anyone can react, the kid's over at Katsuki's desk. "Take your feet off that desk now!" He orders. And he's still got that stick up his butt. Joy.

Katsuki glares at the guy, smirking defiantly. "Huh?" He asks.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" The guy protests.

I face-palm, leaning against the desk a row back and on Kiri's left side.

"Your old school leave a stick up yer ass, or were you born with it?" Katsuki snaps.

The kid straightens, deciding on a different tactic, putting a hand on his chest. "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from Somei Private Academy."

Katsuki scoffs. "Somei, huh? So. you must think you're better than me!"

"Hey!" I bark. "Katsuki, stop!"

"I'm gonna have fun tearing you a new one!" Katsuki continues as if I hadn't said a word.

I groan. There was just no getting through to him! Guess I was wrong about him not being so bad…

Tenya gasps. "You would threaten me, your own classmate?" He squeaks.

"Something tells me he'd threaten everyone at once if he could." I mumble, earning a chuckle from Kirishima, and a glance from Tenya, who turns back to Katsuki.

"Are you sure you're in the right place?" He asks.

I frown. That was too close to what people say about Shinso.

"Okay, enough!" I bark, coming forward. "Both of you, knock it off!" I then sigh heavily and turn to Tenya. He was a pain, but he was better than Katsuki. I'm sure he didn't mean that Katsuki should quit and be a villain. So, I extend my hand. "The name's Takara, from Nabu Middle School."

He shakes it, seeming to calm a little now that someone sane was talking to him. "Tenya Iida."

I nod, smiling. "Yup. I heard." Tenya then notices something behind him and the room falls quiet.

I turn and spot Izuku standing there. How long, I had no idea. But he looked extremely nervous.

"It's him." Tenya murmurs.

I wave. "Hey!" I greet.

"You know him?" Tenya asks.

I nod and make my way over as Izuku pales with everyone's eyes on him.

"Hi!" He squeaks. I point out the desk beside mine.

"Go ahead and take that desk." I say. He nods, but Tenya walks past me before I can lead Izuku over to the desk.

"Good morning!" Tenya calls. "I'm Tenya Iida from- -"

"Yeah, I know." Izuku interrupts nervously. I refrain from chuckling.

"Oh." Tenya says, halting.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya." Izuku introduces. "It's super nice to meet you." His voice wavers in nervousness.

"Midoriya," Tenya continues, "you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?" He asks. Izuku blinks, wondering where this was going. "You must be very perceptive and I completely misjudged you." At least Tenya's willing to acknowledge his faults and try to make it right. "I admit, as a student, you are far superior to me."

I almost chuckle at the way Tenya subtly shakes, as if it almost pains him to admit it.

Izuku pales and I can tell he'd had no idea about the rescue points until the letter, like the rest of us. Behind Izuku, Ochaco appears.

"Hey, I recognize that messed up hair!" She cheers. "Falling Boy!"

Izuku jumps, blushing and hiding his face in his hands. In trying to restrain my laughter at Izuku, I can't hear much of what she's saying except that she called Izuku's punch amazing.

"Oh, hey, hi! So, uh, I sh-should probably thank you for going in and talking to them." He says. I frown. How'd he know? I was there, but Izuku shouldn't have known.

"Huh? How'd you know about that?" She asks.

"I, er, texted him." I call to save Izuku explaining. He seemed nervous about it, so I decided to help him out.

"Right!" Izuku replies.

"Oh. What do you think we're doing today besides orientation?" Ochaco asks excitedly. "I wonder what our teachers are like! I can't wait to meet everyone!"

Behind everyone, I spot Dad slinking away after plopping Mom's sleeping bag down with her inside. I roll my eyes and smile at her.

"If you're just here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now." Mom says. That makes everyone shut up. No one had noticed her before now.

Izuku, Tenya, and Ochaco look at her and I help her sit up. "Welcome to UA's hero course." She says, unzipping the bag enough to suck down a bagged energy drink. That seems to shock the group in front of her all over again.

I nearly start laughing, but hold it in.

Mom stands, smiling subtly my way and unzipping the bag. "It took 8 seconds for you all to shut up; that's not gonna work." She says, stepping out and setting the bag aside. "Time is precious. Rational students would understand." I smile at her as she scans the class, which was full by now. "Hello, I'm Shota Yamada, your teacher."

Everyone does a double take. Mom yawns and takes out a set of clothes in the UA colors, with an A across the chest and a U beneath it. I raise a brow.

"Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

My confusion increases. Was Mom not going to let us attend orientation? No one was going forward, so I walk over and take the clothes from her hands.

"Thought those would fit you." She whispers, subtly squeezing my hand. I make my way down the hall to the locker rooms I'd spotted for what I assume is this very purpose.

I wonder what Mom's having us do.

=#=#=#=#=

"A Quirk assessment test?" Everyone asks.

Mom nods, her back to us.

"But...orientation." Ochaco says. "We're gonna miss it." Mom shrugs, not turning around.

"If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Everyone gasps.

I just nod. I was used to her apathetic nature.

Mom smirks. "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit."

I honestly am not sure why everyone is shocked. Mom doesn't appear like the person that spends time worrying about what she's doing, does she?

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you've never been able to use your Quirks in physical exams before." She continues, holding up her teaching phone to display the common tests we'd taken. "The country's still trying to pretend 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." She sighs and turns to Katsuki. "Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your longest throw in softball during Junior High?"

Katsuki frowns. "...67 meters, I think." He replies.

Mom nods. "Right." She smirks. "Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle."

Mom tosses him a ball as Katsuki walks into position. Katsuki stretches his shoulder and backs up a little.

"You asked for it." He growls, then steps forward and launches the ball, screaming 'Die!' as he uses his Quirk (explosions). The ball soars away before landing a long way away.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." Mom continues, then holds up her phone. "It's the most rational way of determining your potential as a pro hero." 705.2 meters, her phone says. Everyone gasps.

"No way…" I breathe.

"705 meters? Are you kidding?" A boy with blonde hair (with a zig-zag black streak in his bangs) asks, raising a brow.

I shrug. "Well, his explosion Quirk would greatly enhance the ball's momentum."

I point out.

"Ooh! I wanna go!" Mina cheers. "That looks fun!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" A boy with flat black hair cries. "Using our Quirks as much as we want!"

Mom chuckles, and I sense a touch of dark humor. Mom was having fun being creepy...and I'm not sure I'm completely immune.

"So, you think this is fun, huh?" She asks. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all games and playtime?" I gulp. Teacher!Mom is actually kinda intimidating. "Idiots. Today, you'll compete in 8 physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

I take a step back. Mom and Dad rarely brought work home with them. At least, not in front of me.

If they discussed teaching and hero work, it was when I was not around.

This was a whole new side of my mother I'd never seen. Not even when we worked on developing my control over my Quirk.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?" Mom continues on. I gulp and nod.

Shit. What kind of tests are these gonna be? "If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

I bite my lip.

Even as her daughter, I didn't have any right to protest this teaching method. Who was I to say how Mom should do things? I don't know what it takes to train heroes. Maybe this was the best way.

"You can't send one of us home!" Ochaco exclaims. I nearly face-palm. "I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Mom merely stares at her.

"Oh? And you think natural disasters are?" Mom counters cooly. "Or power-hungry villains? Hmm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?" Mom had a point. A scary point, but a point. "No." She continues, "The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink." She was right. We had to handle a lot as heroes. Therefore, our schooling should be an accurate portrayal of what a hero did everyday. "For the next three years, UA will throw one hardship after another at you, so go beyond, Plus Ultra style." She finishes, smirking with a hand on her hip. "Show me it's no mistake your here."

It felt like Mom was talking to me directly, urging me to prove my worth, even though she was willing (Dad, too) to get me in through a recommendation. I'd told them I was flattered, but that I didn't think my Quirk was strong enough to compare to the other recommended students.

I'd heard stories and watched Sports Festivals. I didn't stand a chance that route.

"Wow…" Eijiro breathes, eyes glinting in determination.

"Now then, let the games begin!" Mom calls.

=#=#=#=#=

Turns out, I did better than expected at a lot of the tests.

The 50 meter dash was hard, but basically propelling myself forward with water from a nearby hose, I was able to barely beat the boy with six arms I was up against. Eijiro high-fives me and the boy gives me a thumbs up. Mom smiles subtly at me as she calls the next group over.

The others had varying levels of success. Eijiro was behind his opponent by a milisecond. It was some boy with a bird head. Once everyone was done, we moved on to a training room indoors.

Next test was grip strength. The water from the hose didn't help much. I got roughly 150% of my weight. I'd hoped for a better score, but that was that. Eijiro's Hardening didn't really help him, either.

"Wow! You hit 540 kg?!" The boy with straight black hair asks my previous opponent, with six arms. "You're such a beast!"

"Yeah, like a muscly octopus!" A boy with strange purple hair adds. The six-armed one seems grateful, but doesn't say anything.

Next was the standing long jump.

Again, the water helped, and I managed to beat that purple-haired boy in front of me, who turned as we waited in line, eyeing me up and down creepily before smirking and giving me a thumbs up.

I'd just glared at him. "I'll report you to Mo-Mrs. Yamada if you do that again." I growled.

He'd shut up after that.

For some reason, I still didn't want my classmates to know their homeroom teacher was my mom.

We continued to the next test; repeated side jumps.

Katsuki and that purple-haired creep actually got the best scores. Explosions that rocked the ground and a mound of purple balls (That apparently made up the creep's hair. Gross!) on either side of the marked area made those scores possible.

"Impressed yet?" The purple guy asks, winking.

I scoff. "Not in the slightest."

I then watch Eijiro, who went right before me this time. He got a pretty decent score, and then it was my turn. I grin and use the water to make walls to push off of. I got a pretty good score, even if I was tired afterwards.

Next was the rest of the class doing the ball throw.

Ochaco got the best score, literally sending the ball to space. Mom holds up the phone, her 'throw' reading as an infinity symbol.

"That's insane!" The blonde-black streak boy exclaims. "How is that even possible?!"

"Her Quirk makes things float. It kept floating." I explain simply, then it was Izuku's turn.

I swallow. So far, he wasn't doing too well. He stood in the circle staring at the ball for a moment, then his face hardens in determination and he launches the ball. Mom steps forward, eyes glowing red. I gasp. What was she doing? The ball only goes 46 meters.

"Hey, what gives?" Izuku asks, staring at his hands. "I was trying to use it just now…"

Izuku can then only flinch in shock before Mom's in his line of sight.

"I erased your Quirk." She calls, and Izuku gasps upon seeing her eyes. Mom then grits her teeth. "The judges for this exam were not rational enough." She continues, her capture weapon swirling around her head as well as her hair. "Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

I flinch. That was harsh. Really harsh. However, as Mom's student, I had no place to protest, really.

"Wait...you did what to my- -gah!" Things click and Izuku reels. "Those goggles...Yamada...I know you!" He continues. "You're Present Mic's wife! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. You're the Erasure Hero; Eraserhead!"

Mom merely keeps glaring at him as the others murmur around me.

"I've never heard of her." Eijiro muses.

"I have. She prefers to work under the radar." I explain vaguely, then watch as Mom continues talking.

"You don't have control over your Quirk. Were you planning to break your bones again, counting on someone else to save your useless body?" Izuku shakes his head.

"N-no! That's not what I was trying to do- -ah!" Mom's capture weapon snaps around his shoulders and drags him forward.

"No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle." Mom growls in a terrified Izuku's face. "I'm sorry, Midoryia, but with your power, there's no way someone like you can become a hero."

That does it. Student or no student, I had to do something.

"Mom, enough!" I bark, and it takes several seconds before I realize what I'd called her.

I clap my hands over my mouth. Shit.

Guess the cat's out of the bag now...