I'm living on shattered faith
The kind that likes to restrict your breath
Never been a better time than this to
Suffocate on eternal bliss

In a city that swells with so much hate
You seem to rise above and take its place
The heart pumps until it dies
Drain the blood, the heart is wise

"Hm?" Akano Ketsueki was interrupted just as the song blasting out of her earbuds was about to hit the chorus, by the presence of a small raven-haired female on her left. She plucked out the headphones, grumbling about the interruption, although she was quite happy about seeing her friend.

Dropping down from 1-A all the way to 1-L had been a huge shock to her, and the tiny teenager in question helped her adjust easily to the change. Fuka Ijō had been placed in 1-L due to her reluctance to use her quirk and a lack of discipline. Despite being a generally smart person, Fuka had a problem with falling asleep in class, and due to her grades suffering because, she'd dropped from 1-D to 1-L after the first exam. Now, it was the middle of the school year, and rumor had it another student was dropping into the small 9-student class.

"Mornin' Fuka." Akano greeted, holding her hand out for the daily morning pastry that her pal would pick up for her every day. Fuka handed over the treat right on que, and Akano eagerly began munching. They stopped walking upon arriving at the dorm of Akano's best friend. The red head pounded on the door. "Hurry up, fucker, we've still got to grab Kioshi before we head to homeroom and I'm not being late again." After a moment, of receiving no response, she grumbled and opened the door herself with a spare key the girl had given her. Jacklyn Jones stands in front of her desk, her phone propped up against some books. On a video call was her adoptive father, and lead singer of her band, Theodore, and his wife (who was the bassist of her rival band) Giovanna. And at the moment, the small woman was scolding Jackie in Spanish about wearing a jacket.

"And make sure you come here after school. Your brothers and sisters want to see you, and we have practice. And don't for get, your dad is flying in Wednesday night, so make sure you set up the guest room while you're here."

"Okay, okay, bye," Jackie fumbled to grab her phone as she noticed her friends in the doorway.

"Have a good day at school pumpkin."

"Kick some ass, cariña! Love you!"

"Oh my fucking gOD! I love you too but JeSUS!" Jacklyn blushed as she hung up the phone. She grumbled an apology, zipping up her jacket as she grabbed her bag and squeezed between them, out the door.

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again. You've got a weird, family."

"It's not my fault they're wack jobs. I don't get why people are so obsessed with them being a 'power couple.'"

"Well that's simple," Fuka spoke up, "They're both very attractive. Your step mother is very young, but extremely strong and independent. That, paired with your fathers both being total dilfs who completely worship her, how could people not idolize them? They are goals."

"My MOM, not step mom." Jackie stated. The woman in question was technically her step mom, but the word just seemed to formal for the relationship they had. "The hells a dilf?"

"Don't tell her. She'll kill you." Akano warned. Fuka nodded in understanding. The three girls continued their walk to their friend's dorm, Jacklyn completely disregarding knocking and just walking right in with the spare key she had.

"Mut3, put a damn shirt on and let's go...I don't care if you're still charging, you can plug in in class. You're gonna make us late!" After a few moments, she and the robot-boy in question came out of the dorm, Jacklyn pushing him. He waved at the other two females tiredly, and the four of them were on their way. Jacklyn Jones and Kioshi Rizumu, commonly referred to as his alias Mut3, had been dropped to class 1-L for the same reason- grades and absences. But it didn't really matter when they had the fallback job of being rock stars. They really just needed to graduate.

For a while, the three girls made normal conversation as they made their way to class. Mut3

had a habit of being quiet, as he couldn't necessarily speak; only little emoticons along his eye-screens made his mood known, and the occasional rolling text message that he would be able to communicate with.

"So, I heard that loser class is hitting double digits today."

Kioshi's screen became illuminated with a prominent blue exclamation point. "Eh? What's your problem Mut3?" Jackie questioned. Words began scrolling across his screen quickly. "Slow down man!" Kioshi let out a puff of steam where his ears would be. The robot relaxed, the words scrolling across his screen at a slower, more readable rate.

"I know the girl who is joining our class." He smiled brightly. "We're good friends! She's this cutie from general studies, a real peach."

"Why are you talking like that, weirdo?" Akano chopped him on his metal head with her manicured hand. He let out a loud beep in protest.

"I'm just excited! Kyo is my best friend."

"Best friend? Well now I'm offended." Jackie grumbled.

"Well you're like my brat niece."

"We're the same age asshole!" Jackie glared at him. The screen on his face lit up with an 'XD.' The band of misfits continued on to the main building of UA, making it to their classroom with five minutes to spare.

"'Nd then I said 'must be thick as a plank, that one,' only the damn smuck heard me! So whats the fool do? He starts talking shite on me name!" The powerful accented voice of UA's loudest transfer student boomed through the door before the four students even opened it. Akano's eyebrow twitched.

"Does this guy ever give it a fucking rest? My ears are bleeding and class hasn't even started yet." Akano's eyebrow twitched as Fuka slid open the door.

"So while that gobshite keeps slagging me, a sound buddy of mine banjaxed a bottle over his head! Both of them were paralytic, of course, so the nonsense coming out me uncle's gob was totally gas as they duked it out like a pair of kangaroos. Eventually they both just passed out drunk mid battle." The ginger kicked his feet up on the desk. "'Nd that's the story about why my great uncle don't come around for Christmas no more." He grinned. Allistor Murphy was a transfer student from Ireland. Although plenty of people there had quirks, not many people became pros, thus there were few schools for him to choose from in order to follow his dream of becoming Ireland's number ones hero. So his parents, already with four other young children to worry about, thought sending him off to his dream school would be perfect. Except… the young Irishman was rather loud, and although he's relatively intelligent, he spends most of his free time playing video games rather than studying, thus bad grades landed him in class 1-L.

"Wow. That sounds.. eventful." Kasai humored him, stretching out his wings a bit as he sat in the uncomfortable school chair. Despite having more than enough brain cells and a powerful quirk, his lack of control over it proved to be a disadvantage. Despite the grandeur and build of his powerful wings, he can't fly. He had been having trouble learning how to since they'd first sprouted out of his back- partially due to the fact that he gets nauseous at heights. His ability to breath fire did help him along the way a bit, but he didn't destroy nearly enough bots in the entrance exam to garner him worthy of the hero course- so he landed himself in 1-L.

"Mhm." The nervous stare of Kesshō shifted away from Allistor. "G-good morning, friends! Come join us!" The spider boy smiled warmly, a soft blush on his pale cheeks. Kesshō came from a long line of people with Arachnid quirks, unfortunately for him and his Arachnophobia. Although he did well on both parts of the exam, it wasn't enough to bring him to the top. Deep down, he blamed Fuka, who's used his own fear to transform herself into a spider for a quick escape, causing him to run like a mad man away from the action. As the group of four waltzed over and took their seats around the three, they talked and laughed casually.

"Wow, starting the party without us?" Nashī questioned as she entered with her sister in tow. Originally both in general studies, Kishi Sukarī needed to drop down to a lower class due to her grades. Her sister, though extremely intelligent, couldn't let her go unsupervised, and dropped down to 1-L with her. The two slime-encased skeleton girls joined the group eagerly, Kishi beginning to excitedly ramble on about a hero on duty they'd seen on the way to school that morning.

"...I would just wait until you guys are done, but we're on a strict schedule today." The voice of their homeroom teacher spoke up calmly over them. The sound of her voice caused them to jump in surprise, quickly taking their seats without another sound. It was pro hero White Shadow who had been stuck with this band of misfits. Principle Nezu considered it 'fitting,' that she take them on as she'd been one of those very misfits herself back in her younger days. "It's nice to see you've all made it here on time for once. It's a bit refreshing." She took off her hood and removed her helmet, long curly strands of silver hair cascading down her back. She began walking toward the door of the classroom, "I'm sure you've all heard the rumors of another student dropping down to join us?" There was silence. "I believe I asked a question."

"Y-yes!"

"Good. Well, they are true," She opened the door, quietly speaking to someone outside for a moment. The 9 students watched as a figure hesitantly stepped into the classroom. She was a petite little thing, with a soft face and big blue eyes. Her brown hair was short, and at the crown of her head two little cowlicks twitched, as if displaying her anxiety. Mut3's eyes lit up at the sight of her, and when she saw him she visibly relaxed a bit. White shadow easily phased through her body, causing chills to rack the student's body. The teacher took her place at the front of the class.

"Kyokuchō Yuwakū; welcome to class 1-L."