Chapter 3
'First daaaaaaaaaaaay!' Yuki sang, spinning down the corridor of UA High's Freshman floor. Aki laughed at the jubilant girl, nudging Jun's shoulder.
'Don't be nervous Jun, aren't you happy you got in?' She asked, and he scoffed.
'Don't be ridiculous, there was no question we'd get in.' He replied nonchalantly, and a mischievous grin spread across Aki's face.
'Oh? Really? Then I suppose I totally misheard you stressing out about a few days after.'
'Of course.'
'Oh no, what if I didn't get enough points? I'm pretty sure I got solidly in the middle, but what if my written exam wasn't good enough? I didn't do any self-scoring so I can't be sure. Oh no I should have gotten more points! But wait, most of the rest got in the thirties, so I should be fine right? Plus I had rescue points, so everything's good right?!' Jun turned a bright shade of red at her impression, and Aki laughed at the embarrassed boy.
'Shut up.' He scowled, and Yuki grabbed him by the arm.
'I found our class! Come on come on come on!' She skipped down the corridor, dragging the two with her. They pulled to a stop by a massive door that reached the roof of the floor they were on. Jun stared at it, eyebrow raised, as they arrived.
'Who the heck needs a door that big?' He muttered, scratching his head, and Yuki touched a finger to her lip.
'I dunno, tall people?' She pondered, and Jun shook his head.
'Yuki, I don't think there's anyone who could possible be naturally that tall.' He pauses as he heard sounds coming from inside, sounds that seemed familiar. He frowned as Aki pulled the door open, and his face fell as he located the source of conflict.
'Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to UA before us and the craftsman who made that desk!'
'Like I care what middle school you came from, you EXTRA.'
Jun groaned as he spotted the loud and demanding bespectacled boy who had gotten so on his nerves during the practical. He was busy admonishing yet another person with spiky white hair and a face that screamed "punk". Jun groaned again as he thought of the amount of noise and infuriation he was going to have to sit through. He felt hands wriggle into his, and glanced at his sisters.
'Calm down.' Aki whispered, squeezing his fingers. 'We're here.'
'Ah you!' Jun's head jerked up as he heard the boy, raising an eyebrow as the boy stomped over to him. He scowled as he arrived, prepared for the altercation, but the spectacles marched right past him and towards a mop of curly hair that had appeared behind the three.
'I'm from Somei Private Academy, my name is Tenya Iida.' He introduced, his hands pointed in a weird position at the curly haired boy.
'I-I'm Midoriya Izuku! N-Nice to meet you!' The curly haired boy stammered, waving his hands in a sort of psychokinetic form of defense that didn't seem very effective. Raising an eyebrow at the scene, Jun elected to just march past it, his sisters in tow, to find some seats at the back. He paused as he spotted someone across the room from him, and he broke into a grin.
'Satou!' He called, waving, and the boy turned around. Beneath his mop of blond hair, he had large, honest eyes and a small nose, smooth skin and a slight curl to his lip. Any girl who saw him would instantly find him handsome, his short hair complementing his sharp jawline. Satou grinned at Jun, turning to meet him.
'Dude!' He grabbed Jun's hand, pulling him into a brief hug. 'Damn, I can't believe we're in the same class again! Talk about luck huh? I guess best friends really do stick together!'
Jun laughed aloud at the boy, shoving him.
'Oh please. Who'd want to see your dumbass for another three years?' He jested, and the girls waved at Satou.
'Wassup Satou?' Yuki called, saluting him, and he responded in kind.
'Greetings Private Yuki! How've you been?' He grinned at her, jumping as Aki appeared behind her.
'Hey Satou.' She greeted, smiling at him. The boy instantly turned red, scratching his cheek.
'H-Hey Aki! You look good-! I mean-your health! You look healthy.' He looked away nervously. 'H-How have you been?'
Akiko giggled at the stammering boy, smiling to herself, and Jun elbowed him in the gut. Satou elbowed him back, waving at the seats nearby to him. Jun wound up sitting next to Yuki, and a girl with long, black hair tied into a spiky ponytail. She had a mature physique for her age, and a calm and quiet demeanor that showed in the way she held herself, meaning that Jun found her instantly attractive. Aki had seated herself next to Satou in front of Jun, making the blond-haired boy grin happily to himself. Jun sat down wordlessly next to the girl, and she glanced at him.
'Good morning.' She greeted, bowing slightly in her seat. 'My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, it's nice to meet you!'
Her voice was smooth and silky, and her overall mannerism exuded the image of a high-class rich girl. Jun almost raised a skeptical eyebrow, before remembering that he had to greet her back.
'Kazama Junichiro.' He replied, reaching a hand out to her. She glanced at the hand curiously, and Jun mentally slapped himself. They didn't do handshakes in Japan. He sighed internally, beginning to retract the hand, but she took it in hers and shook it firmly.
'It's nice to meet you, Kazama-san!' She replied, smiling brilliantly, and Jun smiled back.
'Just call me Jun.' He said. The girl turned beet red, her hair practically standing on end. Jun observed her, confused.
'Are you okay, Yaoyorozu-san?' He asked, and she turned away from him abruptly, poking her fingers together.
'U-Um, I'm not really comfortable calling someone by their first name, Kazama-san.' She stuttered, turning an even brighter red, and Jun raised an eyebrow.
'It's not my first name, it's an abbreviation of my first name.' He said. 'And it'll be confusing if you don't, so just call me Jun.'
'Huh?' She creased her brow. 'Confusing?'
'Hi hi!' Yuki called, waving energetically over Jun's shoulder. 'I'm Kazama Miyuki! You can just call me Yuki.'
'Nice to meet you, Yaoyorozu-san.' Aki greeted, turning in her chair. 'My name is Kazama Akiko, you can call me Aki.'
The girl, Yaoyorozu, glanced across them, a look of bewilderment painted on her face.
'Are you all related?' She asked, and Jun nodded.
'These two are my sisters.' He gestured at the girls offhandedly. 'We have nicknames because it'd be way too confusing when someone goes "Hey Kazama!", so don't get so flustered over it.' He leaned back in his chair. 'Can I just call you Yuzu? Yaoyorozu's a really long name, I feel like I might bite my tongue saying it.'
'Hey Jun! You can't demand that from someone you just met!' Yuki scolded, pinching the boy, and he swatted her hand away.
'Oh right, it's rude here.' He turned back to Yaoyorozu. 'Sorry about that, it's pretty hard to remember all the intricacies of Japanese manners.'
She shook her head. 'Oh no, it's okay! If you wish to call me Yuzu, I have no complaints.' She smiled gently at Jun. 'And in turn, I will call you Jun. That way, it's fair.'
'Hey hey don't forget us!' Yuki bounced in her seat, grinning at the long-haired girl. 'I want to call you Momo!'
Yaoyorozu smiled happily at the two girls.
'I'd be delighted!' She said, and the two sisters grinned at each other. 'I look forward to working with all of you.'
'Hey, you're that plain-looking boy!' Jun heard a familiar voice from the door, and saw the bouncy, brown-haired girl at the door, waving to the curly-haired boy, Midoriya. The two continued their conversation, Midoriya resorting to wrapping his whole head in his arms to defend himself from the onslaught of bubbly adorable ness coming from the girl.
'If you're here to socialize, then get out.' A surly voice sounded from the door, and Jun raised an eyebrow, unable to locate the source. A sleeping bag covered person dragged himself to his feet, unzipping the bag slowly. He jerked a thumb over his back, sipping on a capri-sun. 'The name's Aizawa Shota, I'm your homeroom teacher.' He pulled the capri-sun out of his mouth. 'No time to waste, change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds.'
'A test of our quirks?'
The students were now standing in the middle of the activity grounds of the school, where a softball field and various other gym and sports equipment were available for use. The teacher scratched his ear obnoxiously, and the brown-haired, bouncy girl stepped forward.
'What about the entrance ceremony? Or guidance sessions?' She asked, and Aizawa-sensei rolled his eyes.
'No time for that if you want to become pro heroes.' He peered at her over his shoulder. 'UA is known for its freestyle education system. That applies to us teachers as well. You all did the same run-of-the-mill tests in school, but here we do them differently.' He turned to the white haired, "punk" boy. 'Bakugo, how far could you throw in middle school?'
'Sixty-seven meters'
'Try it now, using your quirk. Do whatever you need, just don't leave the circle.' Aizawa tossed him a softball. Bakugo caught it, scowling, stretching his arm.
'Awesome.' He muttered, cocking back his arm. As he reached the peak of his throw, an explosion sounded, bursting at his palm, and the ball was launched insanely high into the air.
'DIE!' He screamed, and Jun raised an eyebrow at the unexpected choice of exclamation. The ball hurtled in a smoky mess to the ground, landing a considerable distance away. Aizawa-sensei raised a handheld measurement device.
'705.2 meters' He said. 'It's important for us to know our limits. That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be.'
The class erupted into cheers. They were clearly excited about being able to freely use their quirks, but Jun raised a skeptical eyebrow.
'Think that's all there is to this?' Yuki whispered, leaning over. Jun shook his head.
'Doubt it. At the very least, they're already trying to group us.' He counted off on his fingers. 'Those who have the talent, those who can get somewhere, those who will struggle, those that can barely get by.' He stuck the last finger out with contempt. 'And those who will get nowhere.'
As if answering his suspicions, Aizawa-sensei raised his head.
'Oh and by the way. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless.' He glared at them through his fingers. 'And be expelled.'
The mood instantly turned serious, and Jun felt the overwhelming atmosphere hit him like a truck. The students glanced across each other nervously, and Jun swallowed heavily.
'Your fates are in our hands!' Aizawa-sensei pushed his hair back, a mad look in his eye.
'Welcome. This is the hero course at UA High!'
End! This is fun.
