Hey guys! How are you all doing?! Lunairia seriously beat ourselves up trying to get this chapter out to you guys. We're SO behind schedule thanks to us both taking our vacations and having to get back into the swing of work that we were really overwhelmed for a little while. Both of us wanted to get this thing posted as soon as possible but being on schedule just wasn't going to happen for this chapter and we're both really sorry. We felt so freaking horrible and literally panicked about it like crazy people LOL. After I got back from vacation on the 22nd, I had to work overtime to make up for taking off for my vacay so I didn't really have as much time as I would've liked to get on until recently, so the both of us tried to rush this chapter out every spare moment we had. So HERE IT IS OMG. We're back on schedule now, so expect the next chapter by next week or the week after. :D I'm pretty anxious about this because of us rushing yet another chapter, so I hope it's not lacking. The quality is alright but I feel like we could've done a little better... Ugh. We made sure to have a huge wordcount of 9,966 to make up for our tardiness so hopefully, you guys don't fall asleep trying to get through this. xD
We tried to include a bit more of their quirk descriptions this chapter, but we won't be getting super deep into it until the next chapter or chapter after that.
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Rating - M - for graphic scenes of violence, horrific events, death, murder, language, angst, etc.
Warnings - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND BRIEF MENTIONS OF ABUSE. You have been warned. Please read at your own discretion. Turn back now if this is not for you.
Here's an important update for voting/poll: The amazing Kuroi Bara-676 gave us the idea to pick a class rep and vice, so we thought it would be fun to maybe have you guys in a chapter or two vote on the representatives for class 1-B. So please remember to check out my profile for the poll and vote for class rep and vice! We'll also have a vote a little later on for 1-A as well. Special bit of info to keep in mind though: we will be giving the class rep and vice special missions to go on and different things throughout the story, so they'll have a bit more of importance with their roles than in the original manga/anime.
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Chapter Two Part One:
Unsure Beginnings
Present day - Entrance Ceremony
Location: U.A. Auditorium
It had been a week since the murder of Ms. Meirin, the class 1-B teacher, the funeral fresh in everyone's mind. Older students were still in shock or numb to the whole situation. Fingerprints were never found and U.A, having always relied on The Wall, never installed cameras. That changed now with two or three cameras set up every couple of yards to view the entire surrounding area of the massive building, covering several hundred feet in all directions. Those with late shifts and those that stayed a few extra hours were told to implement a buddy system or to call someone -a relative or friend- to take them home before leaving the building. Students who were in clubs or remedial classes were given a curfew and a bus to deliver them back home safely. Security checks were also brought back from the time of the USJ attack; night guards appointed as well; ordered to stay until the very last faculty member was safely gone.
Their eyes had been effectively wrenched open, and U.A was reacting quickly. They could no longer rely on All Might, but the academy had no shortage of powerful heroes. They would make it through this crisis one way or another; for now, they needed to reassure students and faculty alike that one murder was not going to break them completely. They were the nation's greatest hero school after all; they would show these villains how strong their will is.
Their next course of action could have been planned better for as soon as the words left Nedzu's furry lips, the gathered crowd of heroes and students alike, all gathered for this year's opening ceremony, had blown into an uproar. Voices rose and shouted over one another in a contest to be heard first. He fought the urge to flinch at the uproar, biting back any further remarks.
Tough crowd this year, huh?
"You're going to WHAT?!" a pro-hero exclaims from the front row, already on his feet, his chair turned over from him jumping up so fast. Nedzu watches him shake his fist in the air, no doubt cursing the furry creature for his crazy announcement. Nedzu barely spares him a look of contempt before another hero butted in.
"Accepting a villain- regardless of whether they're a child or not- into the academy? Right after that horrendous murder?!" This came from a younger woman whose voice broke between the last two words, watery with emotion. She clutched the plastic of her chair at either side of her thighs tightly in her delicate hands until her knuckles turned white, face openly displaying her personal horrors from under the dark bangs covering her forehead. Tears welled up in mossy green eyes with grief; she knew Meirin very well before the murder. He felt his face shift into a small sympathetic frown, he could understand her pain, but this is what had to be done.
From a few rows back, a second-year student gawks in disbelief, immediately rounding on the tiny furry creature, "Have the heroes at U.A finally lost it?! They can't be serious about this!" She yells out. Her voice pitching and frantic, practically a screech. Her teeth clenched just as tightly as the fists that hang stiffly at her sides, a raven-haired student next to her openly sobbing.
The cacophony of voices rose in anger and outrage only continuing to grow louder with each exclamation, fueled by each other's passion. If one had taken the time to calm down, they would realize that Nedzu was unsurprisingly calm as the crowd continued to voice their displeasure. Hands clasped out in front of him, hanging below his waist where he stood on a small platform at the center of the stage, making his small frame seem larger in the vast space, adding extensively to his height. Some might even think the furry principal was enjoying the crowds' venting and in fact, he very much was.
If they could still feel anger, then they weren't too far gone into the pits of despair, he reasoned. They could still turn that anger into determination to keep each other as well as the students safe. Though, despite everything that has happened, Nedzu would in no way try to lie to his students and staff. There wasn't a point. They deserved to know the truth of the matter, so leaving them to scream and holler their frustrations was something he felt necessary to do, at least for a little while.
After a few minutes of patience on his part, Nedzu gives Present Mic a pointed look, a subtle nod of his head and the blond radio show host takes in a deep breath. Suddenly, every other voice in the orientation room is drowned out by the sound of Present Mic bellowing out a single word:
"QUUUUUUUIIIIEEEET!"
Everyone screeches at once, preparing themselves for an anticipated busting of their eardrums that surprisingly doesn't come. Thankfully, his head had been pointed up to keep from damaging anyone beyond ringing ears.
God, he wasn't an amateur after all! He wasn't going just to hurt every single person in the vicinity. Who did they take him for?
The rafters shake from the force of his quirk for a few seconds, the sound echoing a bit in the large auditorium as everyone covered their ears for half-hearted protection. In the silence that follows, the blonde haired hero gives him a thumbs up, and Nedzu clears his throat. Sickeningly polite as always, trying to keep his slight amusement out of his voice when he starts speaking again.
"Thank you. Now, I am aware that each and every one of you has your nerves frayed beyond reason after the incident with Meirin, but I will assure you we have appropriately planned this all out. The student, Otsuka Miu, is as much a victim in all this as those she has attacked in the past. She never chose to hurt those innocent civilians; she was bribed by her family and friends on the line. I am by no means dismissing what she has done, she is still a criminal in many ways, but she has the intense desire to reform herself." He starts, tone calm as Nedzu wrings his small hands out in front of him anxiously.
" For that, we are allowing her to attend U.A. under extremely strict surveillance. Otsuka will be monitored at all times, a house arrest band attached to her ankle and a different pro-hero assigned to escort her to and from each class every day." When he stops again to take a breath, low murmurs fill the room, carrying up high to the stage but he doesn't ponder on any of it just yet. He isn't finished here, and he won't let them make any assumptions before hearing him completely out.
"If any hero, student or faculty member should feel and have proof that Otsuka is up to no good-" he pauses, gazes falling over the entirety of the orientation room with his unnaturally beady eyes causing a few heroes to shift under the weight of it in their seats uncomfortably.
"-she will be expelled immediately and sent to prison within the hour. If that still does not satisfy any of you, please, by all means, speak now or we will proceed to the next event."
Nedzu could still vividly remember the fear in Miu's pink eyes - the fear and real heart-wrenching guilt. That look haunted him every day, reminding him why he became a principal in the first place. From the moment they had found her, he knew she was being controlled against her will. She had begged and pleaded with them to either stay away from her or send her to prison along with the rest of the villains so that she could be free from her blood-stained hands.
Nedzu hadn't wanted to subject a life to filthy cells so young; the scrawny, dark-skinned girl, dressed in nothing but old rags couldn't have been more than fourteen or fifteen years of age. The amount of cruelty it had taken to keep her locked up in such a dingy room with nothing more than a few dirty sheets as a bed… God, he couldn't even imagine someone so cruel. She was practically a child, for goodness sake. The thought alone made a sick feeling rise in his stomach, haunting his nightmares for the last few weeks, among other things.
Nedzu, along with the other heroes on scene had all agreed it would benefit them much more if the young, terrified girl were held at U.A instead. She could learn to overcome her guilt, her fear and self-loathing by training to be a hero instead- she may even make some friends along the way. In Nedzu's mind, the young girl with fearful pretty pink eyes and tangled, silvery blonde hair deserved a second chance. Miu deserved so much more than yellowed walls with peeling, cracked paint or bloodstained walls from her victims.
He brought his attention back to the crowd, pulling himself out of his mind for the time being and when he heard no objections other than a few disgruntled grumbles, Principal Nedzu forces a smile to grace his mousy face before raising a paw, "now that that's settled, let us move on to introducing the new school medic. Everyone, I know a good many of you -myself included- will miss Recovery Girl but please don't allow that to keep you from giving our newest faculty member a warm welcome."
He would surely miss that spunky old woman, and it seemed like all his tea drinking partners were leaving him. With All Might gone as well, who else was he to discuss education theories with? Things at U.A would surely become dull and boring if he couldn't find new friends.
His raised paw beckons someone from across the left side of the stage, "don't be shy now, Mr. Kosenzu."
At his cue, a taller man steps out from behind the curtains, dressed in a freshly ironed grey suit and trouser set, polished black Balmoral shoes on his feet, successfully gaining the attention of all Pro-heroes scrutinizing gazes. For a group of good guys, they could be very intimidating subconsciously, that was for sure. His hair was an orange and blonde twin-tone; part of it swept to the left, partially covering his left eye while the rest of the locks reached his shoulders. His head was downcast and from what they could tell, seemed more preoccupied with fighting a blue tie around his neck than the crowd.
"I'm not shy. I just don't want to appear sloppy." Kosenzu gives an exasperated sigh and lets the tie fall against his chest; mangled knot glaringly obvious on his suit jacket. He hated the things, but he needed to make a good impression, or try to at least.
He looks up at the audience with bright, apologetic blue eyes, "As you can tell this isn't something I'm used to wearing, but nevermind that." The man gives the crowd a polite bow, and when his head comes up again, there is a kind smile on his face, "my name is Kosenzu Yashiru, as principal Nedzu mentioned, I will be taking Recovery Girl's place as the school medic. Naturally, I do have a healing quirk, but I would say it's not as powerful as hers. For one, I can't heal any fatal injuries; I'll make up for that with surgery if need be. Another thing is that I can't heal someone if I have no idea what they're saying to me, my quirk activates if we have physical contact and you explain what needs to be healed. You don't have to be extremely specific, just mention if something is broken or you feel pain anywhere."
They all watch with peaked interest, students perking up in their seats to get a good view when Kosenzu pulls a few vials with a sparkling silver liquid from his suit pocket, "for those cases where someone can't communicate with me, I can always use my tears, they're a by-product of my healing quirk though they take a few minutes to heal someone fully. However, I won't heal you if you go around injuring yourself on purpose. You're all training to be heroes, not walking sacrifices; if you want to be unnecessarily reckless, you can heal the slow and painful way." Sharp and biting were the words; no, this was something the older man would not go back on. His fist clenched at his side; a show that this wasn't the first time he's had to bring this topic up.
The smile was gone now, Kosenzu's blue eyes fierce, all amusement dropped from his face. His aura is darker, something everyone picks up immediately, floating around him something dangerous, lost in his own mind. The students' noticeable shift in their seats, shrinking back a little from the hero as solemn looks cover their own faces. Though as if someone had dunked all of their heads in the cold world, a good-natured laugh is heard from the left side of the stage, successfully making practically half the room, including Kosenzu, jump. It startles everyone out of the suddenly heavy mood, washing them clean of their worries. Some could even say the laughter was a tad familiar - something you heard your whole life in twinkling bells and the ocean breeze - melodic and full of life.
Kozenzu sharply turns his head around to follow the sound to the side of the stage; eyes narrowed in curiosity. A man dressed like a high-tech knight of old strides across the stage to stand by Kosenzu; the likely owner of the laugh. The knight's armor was a glistening silver, a high-tech belt with a ringed buckle wrapped around his waist along with similar rings wrapping around his wrists. A pair of circular goggles adorns his helmet and a metallic shield made from the same material as his armor was hooked on to his back. A ring that looked like a magnifying glass could be seen from the center of the shield. Excited murmurs go through the crowd as many recognize the faint, warm golden glow peeking through the crevices in the armor.
When the knight speaks, his voice is deep, holding a very calming quality to it that's distinctly pleasing to the ear, "Yashiru, you shouldn't be so hard on the children already, they've just barely met you after all."
Kosenzu grumbles something akin to 'they shouldn't be treated like babies either,' but his words are drowned out by the armored man with the booming voice who casually addresses the onlookers, "As for all you potential great heroes if you haven't recognized me yet, my name is Yamashi Akayo, otherwise known as the luminescent hero Bright Lord. I'm sure you can all tell, but my quirk is a mutation based one; my body emits this gorgeous golden hue you can see. However, my quirk is also extremely versatile; not only can I brighten up a dark room, but I can also focus the glow through my armor to create heat, and if I really want to get serious, I can even cut through solid metal with a beam of highly condensed light!"
"For you, students out there that believe you have dull or boring quirks, take a look at heroes like me or EraserHead. Our quirks seem like nothing special on the outside, but with the right training and conviction, they can become a mighty force to reckon with. I have no doubts in my mind that you can and will all be the same way one day!" Cheers went up in the crowd as students began to chatter amongst themselves with newfound vigor excitedly. Yamashi's motivation speech was compelling and no doubt something a good number of students needed to hear. It was hard to be proud of a dull quirk with so many flashy ones stealing the spotlight at all times, but this man was every bit proud of what he had to offer.
Yamashi's face could not be seen through the helmet but everyone could hear the huge grin he most likely wore in his voice as he continued, raising a hand to quiet the chatter, "What happened to Ms. Meirin is incredibly unfortunate, we are all doing our best to catch the crook that took her life, but in the meantime I will be taking her place as your new class 1-B homeroom teacher. Please take care of me, and I will do everything in my power to be your guiding light in this terrible darkness. On that note, if for any reason any of you need help, guidance or just a friendly ear, do not hesitate to find me." Yamashi finishes his speech with an elegant bow, and if it weren't for the goggles concealing his eyes, they would have seen him wink just before he directs their attention back to principal Nedzu.
Immediately, most of the female heroes are left swooning in his wake. Even a few male heroes look to be completely won over by the broad-shouldered hero. Nedzu smiles to himself while watching Yamashi exit the stage and disappear behind the royal blue curtains.
Ahh, yes, what a wonderful hero indeed. He had picked just the right man for the job. Now, just a few more announcements needed to be made, and then they would be dismissed to check the class placement board. Overall, he couldn't really complain about how the entrance ceremony had gone. He could count this as at least one success for U.A.
Present day - Billboard hallway
After the students had been released from the auditorium, they all split into year groups; first years heading to the billboard hallway while the others went to their respective classes. The first little group to reach the board included many familiar faces from the exams as well as a few others that were not recognized. Who knew that U.A.'s newest year of students would be so huge?
Light brown eyes scan the sheet tacked onto the billboard three times, then once more for good measure. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, he knew they had both gotten a similar amount of points and yet….
"Oboru... you've been staring at that thing for five minutes straight. Clearly, it's not going to change itself magically." The voice belonged to Ritsuo who stood next to him; long curled hair framing his face, a slight smile on his lips, "I got in didn't I?" Really, the fox-faced boy couldn't understand why his friend was so keen at practically burning a hole into the class roster sheet. They're in the same school, what more could Oboru be asking for?
Name: Ritsuo Kiyobi
Quirk: Will-o-Wisp- Ritsuo is able to create blue fireballs from his hands or mouth, normally following the appearance of a thin blue line at the points of origin. Ritz can control these fireballs at will, changing their shapes on a whim. He even has a resistance to non-quirk related fire.
Eyes still on the sheet, Oboru shakes his head as his frustration rises with how easy-going Ritz was being. Shouldn't it be obvious as to why he couldn't believe what he was seeing? Clearly, he needed to spell it out for the fox boy. "Yeah you got in but it's not the same, you're in a different class! We've always had the same classrooms, and now we're getting split up? You said you had enough points." He finally takes his eyes off the billboard if only to glare at the blond, the feathers around his neck twitched and rippled in response to his anger.
Name: Oboru Namikawa
Quirk: Aviary- born with the features of an eagle, Oboru is equipped with sharp talons on both his hands and feet. Large wings on his back make for flying capabilities as well as a huge boost to his speed and evasion. Even his eyesight is top-notch, reading in at 25% better than an average human with perfect vision.
Ritz's lips form into an "o" shape once the realization dawns on him. So that was why the other boy looked so grumpy? Mischief made the blond smirk, lips curling deviously as he pokes at Oboru's sides. "So that's why you're so grumpy? You're upset that we won't be able to spend all hours of class together? Dawww, you're so cute, Ruru, but don't worry because I'll be more than glad to walk you to class every day."
He practically crowed the words out, bringing a cherry red blush to the brunette's face and causing Oboru to glare even harder. It was a shame that the red tint on his cheeks killed some of the intensity in his eyes. He was going to strangle the fox boy later for poking fun at something he viewed as a serious issue.
Thankfully for Oboru, Ritsuo's silly antics are interrupted when both boys are roughly pushed apart as another male student steps between them. Vibrant red hair and a permanent smirk were his most defining features, familiar and similar to another familiar face seen around. His uniform is of the utmost quality, looking like it belonged on his tall, agile body, shirt-tail tucked into his trousers and tie tied with years of practice. A chain hangs around his neck revealing sparkling dog tags dangling aimlessly against his blazer. He carries his head high, an air of superiority surrounding him and instantly Oboru feels a strong feeling of dislike tug at the back of his mind.
"Move it, sheeple, you're blocking my view! The next top hero needs to be able to see what class he'll bless with his presence this year."
But even with him seeming so familiar, the other two boys couldn't seem to pinpoint exactly who the redhead was. All Oboru knew was that Ritz had nearly fallen over from being shoved away and the bird teen flips into protective tantrum mode. He glares at the redhead, a taloned hand landing on the other teen's shoulder, voice taut with quickly growing anger.
"Sheeple? You just waltz up here pushing people around and don't even bother to apologise? Whatever hero you're trying to be, it definitely won't be anywhere near the top with that trashy attitude."
Akashi looks over his shoulder before sneering at Oboru. In a perfect world, he would have deemed the boy too insignificant to speak to, but the brunette just had to rag on him about the type of hero he'd be in the future. God, the shit he had to put up with for being at the top, the redhead scowled.
Name: Akashi Ryota
Quirk: Switch- Akashi is able to swap his body with any object 50 meters in his line of sight. A type of instant teleportation but the trick is having an object weighing no more than that his own in his immediate view. The perfect quirk for ambush attacks.
Squaring his shoulders, the redhead sizes up the feathered brunette. "Let me put this into layman's terms since you seem to have trouble comprehending what you're seeing. I'm the number one recommended student in this year of sorry freshmen rejects like you. You should be bowing down to me and praising me for gracing your existence with my presence. If you still have trouble understanding that then you may as well drop out now, idiots don't make great heroes."
Oboru looks ready to snap at Akashi, face flushed in anger and hands clenching into fists. He only gets so far as to open his mouth before the redhead holds a hand up. "I wasn't done speaking, loser. The names Akashi Ryota, try and keep that memorized. Not like it would matter, by the time I graduate, my name will be all over the billboards. But I've wasted enough time with you, I've got a classroom to dominate."
He then pivots on his heel and saunters away before either boy can reply, hands in his pocket with his head held so high, Ritsuo wonders if it hurts his neck. Oboru had reached the point where he was trembling in anger, making to follow after the other boy only to be stopped once again but by Ritsuo's hand instead of Akashi. At least this time he could bark out his words, "Why are you stopping me? I need to teach that jerk a few lessons that'll involve my fists as much as my words!"
No sooner had he said that then he noticed the way Ritsuo's hands were clenched as well, a fox-like smile on his face. The way his eyes were closed, Oboru knew he wasn't the only one close to snapping. He even backed away a bit, a warning tone in his voice, "Ritz…..you're not thinking of charring that guy, are you?"
For a few moments, the only response Oboru gets is Ritsuo chuckling. But before he could get too worried, the blond opens his eyes and gives him a kinder smile. "Don't worry, Ruru. I won't do anything to him." The word yet hung heavy between, the fox-like boy chuckling again. "We should get to class, oh but we're split up, aren't we? I almost forgot!"
Almost as if the tension were never there, Ritz leans over to plant a kiss on Oboru's lips, outright laughing when the brunette turns cherry red. God, he would never get tired of that reaction. "I'll see you during lunch time, Ruru!" He speeds off after that, laughing more when the other boy yells at him for so-called 'public indecency.'
Present day - Hero Course Hallway
Gracelynn Mizumi anxiously tugged on the hem of her loose-fitting school issued blazer as she came face to face with the giant white and red metal door, the gleaming and larger-than-life bolded 1-B staring menacingly back at her almost as if taunting her. If she had been sweating earlier, then that was nothing compared to the literal pools of sweat dripping from her shaking palms onto the pristine floor as her heartbeat pounded loudly in her ears.
Name: Gracelynn Mizumi
Quirk: Aqua form. Gracelynn can turn her body into water, as well as fully control her liquid parts and any liquid that mixes with them. She can only convert up to around 30% of her body into water at a time, and can't transform any vital organs without losing their function completely.
'This is really it, I'm here,' she thought in silent awe and fear. After everything she had endured, she was finally a student at U.A. in Japan. The whole situation felt surreal - this day felt like a walking dream, and she had to hold back the familiar stinging sensation in her eyes that first blossomed in her throbbing heart just mere weeks before when she received her acceptance letter. How she had managed to make it into the hero course, was a wonderful miracle and she couldn't even hide the small smile of joy when reading her score. She had cried so much that night that she melted into a watery puddle of mixed emotions on the floor that her father had to coax her back into her solid state.
The blue haired teen had been in a trance since she woke up this morning with barely three hours of sleep from how nervous and relieved she was. Even with so little sleep, she still managed to wake up late, much to her own horror and had to rush to get ready. She barely had any time to brush her straight, dark blue hair or think about personalizing her school attire. So she had settled for the standard uniform without any personal touches on her extremely skinny and short body, down to her boring yet practical ankle socks. She had to choke down her breakfast through the nerves, and all since her father graciously made it for her in his excitement because there was absolutely no way in her kind, too naive heart that she could refuse him -or anyone else really- anything. And Mizumi honestly debated whether to get off on her subway stop or keep going.
But, she was here, made it through this mornings ceremony and now was entering her first official day in her officially assigned classroom! 'She, of all people, would be a hero! How was it even possible that she made it here? Like this couldn't be real,' Mizumi gave a secret little smile. The thought made her heart soar in her chest and simultaneously made her feel an intense bout of nausea wash over her. Gracelynn frantically clutched her stomach, her permanently angsty features contorting in mixed pain and anxiety.
"Umm, maybe my teacher won't mind if I head to the ladies room first?" She murmured hurriedly to herself and quickly forced her loafered feet to turn around at the same time a tall, toned half-Japanese girl stepped into her personal space.
Mizumi's deep blue puppy-like eyes widened as she took in the sight of the other female invading her space. The girl was at least a foot taller than Gracelynn's own height of 4'4, but the U.A. uniform looked completely different on her own body. Instead of the blazer, the blonde girl wore a vest over her blouse that accented her thin waist and curves and exposing her toned arms. The top two buttons on her blouse remained undone giving a barely there glimpse of her average sized chest, and her tie was missing and black, thigh-high socks accented her toned bordering on muscular legs. Numerous bangles and baubles of bracelets and rings adorned her wrists and fingers, finishing the whole look off with a relatively odd addition of silver dog tags hanging from a small silver chain around her neck.
Name: Minami Suzaku
Quirk: Rebound. With this emitter type quirk, Suzaku is able to absorb and redirect any kinetic force enacted on her body with a multiplicative effect. Basically, this means she absorbs the energy of any hits she takes and can throw it back at an opponent multiplied by however much energy she's willing to expand. Though, a drawback is that she also still feels the pain behind the hits; the pain is actually lasting as long as she stores that absorbed energy, but she can concentrate it in a specific location.
All in all, the freckled-face teen thought the blonde was obviously gorgeous, with soft-looking layers of wavy strawberry blonde hair cascading down her back and framing her face, but her hazel eyes glinted with something Gracelynn could only akin to a mixture of confidence and mischief. And she didn't like the emotions stirring up when the other girl grinned such a cocky smile, full lips curling and causing Mizumi to shrink back. 'With that heavy aura surrounding her,' Mizumi thought, 'she's unmistakably a hero course student.'
"Ayy, giving up so fast huh? Or are you not apart of the hero course?" the girl asked, her voice clear and confident, tingling with slight amusement as she waited with a raised light brow for Gracelynn's response. Though, Gracelynn, stood completely frozen, deep blue eyes wide with surprise and her blue eyebrows scrunched together, looking seconds away from bursting into tears or sprinting off down the hallway. Her mind was flashing with big 'warning' and 'abort' sighs going off in bright colors as the not so subtle signs of a panic attack on the rise. Suzaku, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to this as she kept talking, brushing her long waves of hair over her shoulder.
"Are you lost? Do you need some directions or something? This is the hero course section of the school, fam. If that isn't you, then you need to go back down that corridor until you get to the four-way cross-section, which will take you to numerous other courses. You don't really look all too heroic, like, no offense."
The blue-haired girl's mouth fell open in mortification and surprise, gaping like a fish out of water to open and close mutely. Oh shoot, what should she say? Is she off to a bad start already? But, she belongs here! She's also a part of the course… Even if she doesn't really look like hero material… She knew it was somehow a miracle that she passed the physical section of the exams and she knew that she had a lot of work to do until she could master her quirk but she did try her best and would continue to do so until she made it as a heroine. 'But first, maybe let's find a way out of here?' Gracelynn whined to herself as the other girl continued to close in on her.
Gracelynn's heart thudded in her chest, eyes darting around to the mostly void hallway to look for a possible exit. Just a few lingering students excitedly chatting with one another by the long row of lockers placed against the floor to ceiling windows adjacent to 1-B's entrance. 'Maybe if I could just sprint really fast past her then I could get away until seconds from class starting, that way I wouldn't disturb anyone and I could get in and out of the classroom without anyone noticing?' The freckled face girl planned out just before a hand landed on her shoulder and she let out a loud, mortifying squeak that echoed down the hallway.
Suzaku jumped in shock, reaching her hand back as if she was burned at the same time the horror washed over Gracelynn and she quickly ducked her head, covering her warm, brightly blushing cheeks with her hands. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god. Why did I do that? Everyone is looking at me now… Where is the confidence that I had during my exam? They probably think I'm a freak. I wish I could melt away.' Gracelynn whined as she felt her arms slowly turning into liquid.
"Woah, Woah, chill out girl. No need to activate your quirk! You're spacing out on me there. Are you mute or something?" Suzaku rushed to get the blunt words out, hazel eyes scanning over the smaller, skinny girl to locate the source of her distress. When she found none, her eyebrows shot up in confusion but before she could say anything the bluenette's soft voice finally rang out.
"I-I umm-uhh, belong in the hero course… In 1-B… Sorry for disturbing you I need to go to the bathroom. Uh yeah, sorry," Gracelynn murmured so quietly that Suzaku had to strain her ears even remotely to pick up what the girl had said. Immediately, the boisterous blonde gave a chirping laugh and placed both hands on either of Gracelynn's shoulders, using her strength and the tiny size of the other girl to forcefully pivot her around on her feet to face 1-B's door again.
"I guess that makes us classmates then, water girl. Now get in there and show everyone you're hero material. Hiding in the bathroom will get you nowhere in life."
Mizumi felt the weight of a palm on her back, and before she knew it, the girl behind her used her tall height to crane over her and wrenched the door open while simultaneously pushing her forward and into the classroom. Instantly she felt the weight of numerous gazes land on her trembling form. Gracelynn is inevitably frozen to the floor, unable to move a single limb to reach her seat as she finds her gaze scanning along the pairs of curious eyes looking back at her. The classroom isn't entirely full, but there aren't that many students who had made it to 1-B yet. These few had to have fought their way through the crowd of students even to view the class roster.
On the first seat of the second row, a small boy with his dark hair combed back into a neat style craned in his seat, mid-turned to catch a glimpse at the new-comers with a curious gaze. He was of average height and pretty slim, though very unassuming and wasn't very well-built. He was cute, in an adorable kind of way, she assumed but his appearance, it didn't really give her an idea of what his quirk may possibly be.
Her attention drew to the person seated behind him, another boy, this one tall with long gangly limbs and a sick looking frame whose mouth was open in mid-conversation with the small boy. His white hair looked unkempt and sloppy, just a fraction shy of shoulder length, and he looked up from his light fringe with shocking pale blue eyes trained on Gracelynn. Just from his appearance, she couldn't really fathom this boy's quirk either. Though the boy behind him was another story, arms crossed over his lean chest with a unique tattoo under his eye that peeked out from under a wayward spike of black hair. He sat quietly, even gaze on his pale face, not giving anything away. He was handsome in the roughed sense, mysterious and calculated, almost to the point of aloofness. Huh, what's up with that tattoo on his face? Maybe it has something to do with his quirk? The half sun under his eye did make him look a little intimidating though and Gracelynn gulped to herself.
Across from him, directly on his left on the third seat of the first row next to the large windows sat a girl who looked mildly familiar, Gracelynn thought. Maybe she had seen her at the exams perhaps? Her appearance was unmistakable, a tall and slim girl, with three pairs of solid purple eyes that surprisingly held an innocent gaze but the longer you look, the creepier the heavy gaze felt. Sharp teeth barely peaked out from her pink lips, much like a spider's but not as menacing. Her hair is white and tied back in twintails on either side of her head with large black bows that falls to the middle of her back. And if her eyes and teeth weren't giving anything away, her patterned spiderweb tights really did the trick. She sat with her back straight as a rail, with her legs crossed at the angle, very polite and lady-like.
Must be a spider-related quirk? Maybe a mutation then? She wondered to herself.
The last person in the room was also in the third seat but of the third row. The boy had an intense aura, his slanted black eyes hard and guarded under neat, short black hair. His frame was wiry with muscles, though other than his build and demeanor, he seemed to blend in almost, unassuming and ordinary. Though, something in his gaze made Gracelynn feel the urge to shutter like he was trying to pinpoint her weaknesses and quickly broke their stare by snapping her eyes over to the row of windows lining the far side of the room.
Just as quickly as the voices had stopped when the two walked in, they started back up again, resuming where they left off and successfully leaving Gracelynn to her own devices. 'Oh thank goodness,' she breathed to herself and felt the tension in her shoulders drop just a fraction at the loss of attention.
"See now that wasn't so bad, right? Now we're in!" Suzaku exclaims, before side-stepping out from behind Mizumi's smaller body and leaving the other girl behind in her wake. Mizumi finds herself watching the other girl's confident strides, her fair hair billowing out behind her like a cape. 'If only I could be that self-assured, then surely I could be as brave of a hero as Suzaku, right?'
With staring off after Suzaku, the blue haired girl didn't notice her surroundings until after a rough shoulder banged into her own, jarring her from her thoughts and causing her to stumble a little more into the room. 'Oh no! I shouldn't have been in the way! Try not to fall! Gosh, I can be so stupid!' Mizumi gasped in surprise, struggling to pull her backpack back into her grip and right her balance. When her chests finally stopped racing a mile a minute, she turned to see the culprit, apology ready on her lips before a haughty voice sneered back at her and the apology died on her tongue, "Watch it, loser, you're standing in the middle of the doorway. Make room for the future number one hero."
Mizumi let a small squeak fall from her lips, a horrible feeling of dread lurching into a tight ball in her stomach when the boy met her gaze. She immediately found herself obeying his request, lurching back as if she were stung, eyes turned into saucers. Fiercely intense crimson eyes glared back at her - looked down onto her - as if she was the scum of the earth and whatever feelings of excitement she may have had at the beginning of the day had all but shriveled up and died within her at that moment. The boy was extremely tall, much taller than even Suzaku and just as pale, with a lean frame and a spiky yet stylish mess of red hair. She couldn't shake the thought of this boy being on the cover of some kind of shoujo manga or something, with his rugged pretty boy appearance. Though with his lips curled up into a nasty sneer, contorting his face into something bridging on meanness, destroyed any sense of possible attractiveness.
Mizumi for once actually felt a huge wave of relief flood through her when she heard the familiar confident voice of Suzaku pop up. The blonde girl practically threw her head back at breakneck speed, her mouth opened in an impossibly wide grin that made Gracelynn think she looked practically insane. Though this feeling only increased when the sarcastic bout of laughter left her mouth.
"Oh my god, this guy has to be the most hilarious person I've met so far at this school. Number one hero my ass! Can you believe it?" Suzaku slapped her thighs like a madwoman, cackles filling the air just as tears formed in her hazel eyes. She exaggeratedly wiped them away, just as Mizumi shrank back even more into herself when she noticed the redheaded boy closing in on the other girl. 'Oh my gosh, she has a deathwish... She really does want to die,' Mizumi squeaked to herself, fighting the urge not to run away.
"What's so fucking hilarious about that? Clearly, you don't know who I am, or you'd regret everything you just said." The boy said through gritted teeth, eyes of fire trained on the strawberry blonde's lightly pink face before she leaned forward almost boredly onto her desk. Her eyes were bright, a familiar cocky glimmer swirling in the depths while she leered back at him.
"Clearly you don't know who I am if you think you're going to be number one. I'm Minami Suzaku, recommended student to U.A." The girl mockingly taunted, flipping her hair over her shoulder as the boy scoffed and rolled his eyes. Gracelynn's heart raced in fear for the courageous blonde who she thought either really wanted to die or wasn't afraid of anyone.
'Oh wow, so she was one of the recommended students they mentioned at the entrance ceremony! No wonder she is so confident.'
"You think I'm impressed by your stupid recommendation? Well, meet the number one recommended student, dumb bitch. Akashi Ryota. Now stop wasting my time," Akashi's voice is a literal growl that causes practically every person in the room to flinch back, surprise showing on their faces and what was left of all conversation dropped. All eyes were on the redhead, and he was basking in it. Looking down at Suzaku like he was made to do so. Suzaku glared back at him, but her mouth stayed shut, hazel eyes dark with annoyance. Her attractive, mixed-heritage features were anything but attractive right now with her full lips pulled in that deep scowl. Mizumi couldn't help but fear that scowl turned onto herself.
So he's the other recommended student? Who knew we had two just in our class! But it made sense, Gracelynn thought, the two carried themselves differently than everyone else, heads held high and overflowed with assertiveness without even trying.
'Was this what a real hero looked like?'
The moment was interrupted as a few other students flooded the room in a small group. Gracelynn awkwardly turned to face them just as Suzaku and Akashi did the same, backing up a little to linger in the empty space by the teacher's desk so she wouldn't be in the way. A brown haired boy with brown eyes led the pack, his uniform bright and almost offensive with the clash of colors, bright green trousers and purple shoes, his blazer's sleeves rolled up wo his elbows exposing two brown bands that wrapped around his pale wrists. A bright easy-going smile on his face that lit up the tense atmosphere of the room and immediately lessened the coil of anxiety in her stomach. He carried his backpack over one shoulder, voice carrying out in part of a conversation that was surely missed in the hallway. Gracelynn quickly used the interruption as an opportunity to take her own seat.
She snapped around to view the board to see her name directly underneath Suzaku's…. Gracelynn's stomach jolted at the realization, 'Oh gosh, not again..' her shoulders slumped in defeat. But, with the boy's getting closer and closer to her, she raced to her seat, plopping down directly behind the blonde girl before anyone took notice, that is - all except for the dark haired intense boy from before who now sat directly behind her. She let out a small eep-ing sound when his slanted, cold eyes met her own and she quickly turned to face the front of the room. Though thankfully, the brunette boy at the front of the room immediately continued talking, the relief flooding through her when his voice filled the air and successfully took the attention off of her.
"Yeah man, that's what I'm sayin', those robots were absolutely crazy! I couldn't believe the school tried to get us with our own upperclassmen. It was insanely cool but super risky! I can't believe we were in the same sector and I never even saw you. And now we're in the same class!" the brunette exclaimed, shooting the boy at his side an easy smile. He then casually glanced over the occupants of the room, sensing the weird atmosphere and his smile turned to a somewhat awkward one.
Name: Ryuji Izuna
Quirk: Blood Manipulation. Ryuji can control his blood and harden it creating any type of weapon he can think of. Ryuji can also harden his blood and shoot them at his opponents as little sharp shards that look like crystals. Though, the longer Ryuji uses his quirk, the weaker he becomes from blood loss.
At the brunette's side, a tall pretty blonde haired boy - or what Gracelynn assumed to be a boy - chuckled, sharp, fox-like eyes glinting with something bridging on feral that gleamed in the light and tainting his delicate feminine face. "Well, looks like we were a little late to the party, huh? They're already getting things started without us," the boy, Ritsuo, laughed, brushing his long, slightly curled blonde ponytail over his shoulder.
Ryuji gave the other boy a look that almost pleaded, 'now isn't the time, dude,' and shuffled the rest of the way inside the room to make way for the rest of the people trying to get by the corridor. Two girls emerged right behind them, though, one of the girl's frame was so wide that she could barely fit through the incredibly large doorway. A hot pink skinned girl swung her way inside on giant closed fists and hulking muscular veiny arms. Her petite body greatly contrasted to the beefy arms at her sides, almost comically so with her flat chest and slight features, she looked more like a child with huge arms. Feet dangling in the air to never grazing the ground, U.A. uniform in place. She had tied her light blue hair into low twin braids at either side of her head bounced with her movements, a hello-kitty clip fastened in her hair. Gracelynn could have sworn she saw every pair of eyes in the room immediately settle on the pink skinned girl and she couldn't blame them.
Her blue, gem-like eyes sparkled with pure joy, a bright, braces-filled smile making her beam like a literal ray of sunshine, the grin only rivaling that of the brunette boy's. Her features were absolutely adorable, she was undeniably a cute girl, with her lightly chubby cheeks and almost childlike appearance.
"Did you say party? I love parties! Please don't start without us," the blue-haired girl exclaimed, her sweet, high pitched voice making Ritsuo chuckle. It was evident that the tense situation went over the girl's head, losing itself in her innocent smile as she swung herself into the room.
Name: Kawachi Pompom
Quirk: Anchor Arms. Pompom's arms are extremely big and muscular that reach all the way to the ground! While her arms are extremely tough and strong, their largeness hides her walking, so she has to walk like a gorilla!
Ryuji grinned back at the other, shaking his head in fondness of the girl before he made his way to the board, glanced over to read his name off of the list at the front of the room and moved to his seat. The blonde following close behind with a half-hearted read of the seating chart and the two sat at their seats on the last row, closest to the door, Ritsuo claiming the seat at the very front, with Ryuji behind him. Pompom continued to swing herself by the door, curiously looking around with that same metal encased smile of hers. After a second, the girl's grin melted away, replaced by a frown of confusion, eyes blinking at the awkwardness of the room.
"Watanabe, I don't see any party here…" the blue-haired girl trailed off, turning her head to glance over a hulking shoulder at someone behind her.
From behind Pompom, the last member of the group walked through the door. Ah, this must be Watanabe, Gracelynn thought when she spotted ahead of lavender hair poke out from behind the other girl. Immediately, the second girl was in view, "He didn't mean that kind of party, Pom. Maybe next time," she spoke, voice high and calm though hinting with amusement and affection.
Her sharp grey eyes were framed by thick eyelashes, a light eyeliner making them stand out against her pale face. She carried herself with an aura of carefully constructed collectiveness and walked with a almost subconscious grace, down to the light swing of her hips. She had soft pretty features and bangs that covered part of her eyebrows, a few longer strands falling to frame her face. The rest of her lavender hair pulled up in a bun at the top of her head, revealing blue tassel earrings that dangle half-heartedly from her earlobes.
Her face was painted with light makeup with a pale lipstick tinting her full lips. The uniform clung to her slender yet curvy womanly frame. She was slim and slight, with a finely toned body made for swiftness and about average height for a female, maybe a little taller with a slim waist and slightly wider hips. A small, delicate necklace hung over her a little above average chest where she was missing her tie, and on closer inspection, the little golden charm looked to be an odd shape, a small triangle with a line through the top. Clean white sneakers and knee-high black socks that showed off her toned calves and thighs completing her look.
Name: Watanabe Kaiya
Quirk: Air Manipulation. Kaiya can create, shape and manipulate air, and wind, movement of air relative to the surface of the planet, creating air-based attacks and projectiles and repel objects to an extent. Since air cannot be seen by conventional methods, neither can the attacks and derivatives formed by/from it, making it an invisible and versatile weapon that is very difficult to block and dodge, which she combines with specialized martial-arts to attack opponents head-on. Though, she may be unable to create air/wind out of nothing, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources, leaving her useless when placed in a vacuum or variations in air pressure.
"What kind of class did I get put into? You're all a bunch of annoying idiots that are beneath my level," Akashi hissed, flipping his wayward flaming hair out of his eyes and stomped over to the first-row seat, throwing his weight down before smoothing out his blazer and tie. Next, to him, the small, mousy looking boy cowered deeper down in his seat, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights and looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. Honestly, now that Gracelynn was meeting her classmates, she could relate in wanting to shrink into her chair.
These would be the people she had to deal with for the entire year?
Slowly, the room started to fill up with the remaining students, everyone taking their seats as the clock edged closer to the starting bell. Of course, they had lost an hour or so because of the opening ceremony, but they would still have regular classes, just cut a little shorter than usual. Suddenly the familiar high-pitched tinkling bell rang over the school, echoing in the classroom and everyone dropped silently.
After a few long minutes, someone asked, "Uhh, where's our teacher?" A muffled feminine voice piped in from the last row, and Gracelynn quickly turned her head to see a familiar face. 'Wait, I know her - Nyoko, the girl who rescued me during the exams!'
Gracelynn felt a bashful smile grow onto her face as she took in the sight of the tall teenager. 'How did I not notice her earlier? She must've slipped in last minute!' Nyoko sat in the third seat down on the last row, in between Ryuji and Watanabe. Her warm brown eyes blinked, filled with curiosity with her head tilted to lay on her open palm that she propped up on her desk by her elbow. Her short, dark blue bob curled around her sharp jawline and that same green mask covered her mouth, but now, Gracelynn was aware of the purpose of the strange mask that hid half of the girl's face. The top few buttons of her white button-up remained open, revealing a teal choker fastened around her neck and yellowish skin. Green sneaker cladded feet propped up comfortably on the back of Ryuji's chair in front of her, skirt hanging off of her muscular thighs and shifting with her movements. 'I swear, she looks like she's at ease everywhere she goes…' Gracelynn thought with a sigh if only she could feel that way too.
Name: Shozo Nyoko
Quirk: Plague. When Nyoko exhales through her mouth, she releases a contagious disease into the air. The disease takes the form of a cloud of yellow gas, visible to the human eye. If you so much as breathe in the gas, you'll catch the plague. The plague itself isn't toxic or deadly, but if you catch it, it'll take a toll on you. It rapidly leeches away at your energy, makes you move more sluggishly and makes you cough violently. When the plague itself is released into the air, it hangs around like a cloud. It can hang in the air up to a full 30 seconds before dissipating into nothing.
Before anyone had any time to answer the girl, the door to 1-B was swinging open revealing a blur of Luminescent colors that invaded their senses. The students all blinked wildly and rubbed their eyes, trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on. Were they under attack? Was this some new defense training? The luminescent light from above only enhanced his literal shine, making it very hard on their eyes to comprehend what they were seeing until they finally adjusted to the blinding. Finally, what appeared to be a man or someone in a suit of glowing armor, came into view, hands placed confidently on either side of his hips.
'Ahh, it's the new teacher for 1-B! Bright Lord, from the auditorium. He gave that very inspiring speech that had everyone swooning,' Gracelynn thought to herself as the man fully entered the room to stand tall and proud among the young heroes. His posture was straight and tall; shoulders rolled back and body at attention. He looked like that of a proper noble or a knight right out of a history book, though, with more pizazz, Mizumi mussed.
Name: Yamashi Akayo, The Knight in Shining Armor, 'Bright Lord'
Quirk: Luminescent. Yamashi's entire body is engulfed in a bright light at all times! Due to this, you can't see any of his physical features! Though, that's one of the reasons why he wears his knight's armor.
The hero finally addressed the class, his warm, authoritative voice caressing their ears and lighting that spark of excitement in their bones, "Good morning children, I'm your homeroom teacher, Bright Lord. It's a pleasure to meet you all, and I hope you'll please excuse me for my tardiness. How rude of me to start class off this way but I had to pick up our last little friend."
'Little friend?' Mizumi furrowed her brow in confusion, freckled face scrunching up as she tried to target what the man was talking about but seeing no one else with him. Was he okay? That's when she noticed out of the corner of her eye, the only empty seat left in the room, directly next to Watanabe. The hero instantly stepped to the side, closer to his desk which gave Gracelynn and the rest of her peers a view as to whom the knight was talking about, to rest their eyes upon a short, scrawny looking girl.
The school uniform adorned her skinny, to the point of bridging on sickly, frame and honestly made a churning feeling stir in the pit of Gracelynn's stomach. In other words, she looked downright malnourished, not that Gracelynn wanted to judge her since she was also very skinny herself, but the whole thing didn't sit right with her, down to the way the blazer and skirt seemed to hang off of her tiny body. Jinbei-san patterned knee highs clung to her stick-like legs as she shuffled her feet in embarrassment at the attention. Her light brown skin seemed to be dull in color, from maybe some sort of sickness, but she was, uh, blessed in other areas, such as her slightly larger assets, making her seem oddly proportioned. Large light pink upturned eyes stared shyly down at the floor, with her silvery blonde shoulder length wavy hair tied in a half up, half down style with a butterfly hairpin holding it back.
Though what really unnerved Mizumi was the numerous scars that littered the girl's face. One small one in her left eyebrow, one at the corner of her left eye, three claw looking ones on her left ear, one thin one on her left cheekbone and another one under her jaw on the left side. Just what in the world happened to this girl?
As if reading her thoughts, Bright Lord continued to speak.
"Class, please meet the last addition to 1-B, Otsuka Miu."
All of the air in the room seemed to suck out at once, tension rising in Gracelynn's chest and sinking low in her stomach as she waited with bated breath in the pin-dropping silence that overtook the room at once. She held her breath in her throat, eyes wide in complete shock and it felt like if she listened hard enough, she could hear the thoughts on everyone's minds.
Otsuka Miu, the criminal and newest student of U.A.
- End Chapter Two Part One
AND there was part one of the first day of school! OMG THE WHOLE CREW IS COMING TOGETHER! CLASS 1-B IN THE HOUSE! Did you guys like the little descriptions we have for their quirks? That was the brilliant Luna's idea! Bless my perfect co-author. :') And give a warm welcome to our new recommended students: Akashi, Suzaku, and Kaiya! And our dearest little villain sweetheart, Otsuka! :D Who's your new fav oc? Anyone stand out this time?
The next part of this chapter should continue with the first day of school, get more into Miu and a certain missing oc that you guys might've picked up on being absent from the class! ;) We should also have our first assignment and maybe getting into some quirks and more interactions. You guys know the drill, If you have any scene ideas, or even want to see certain characters interact, please let us know in your review.
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