A pale blue short-sleeve dress shirt with a dark blue collar and shoulder straps, blue checkered pants, a black belt with a golden buckle, a green checkered tie, and a pair of black loafers. This was the uniform of the Phoenix Institute, worn by Izuku as he stared at himself in the mirror. Its fit was almost too perfect, almost like it was custom-tailored for him, a possibility which Izuku knew could in fact be true.
Wearing this uniform, it almost felt like a fever dream to him. Never in all his years did he think he would actually be wearing a hero school uniform, much less one from one of, if not the top hero school in the world. Part of him wanted to pinch himself to see if he would wake up back in his apartment in Japan, almost not wanting to accept this reality.
And yet, he knew this was no dream, at least not the kind he wanted to wake up from. He had a Quirk, he was here, ready to learn how to be a true hero. He was actually here. He brought his hand up to the left side of his shirt, a sigil stitched just over his heart: a shield with a claymore piercing down in front of it. The sigil of Team Claymore, his team.
With a baited breath, he checked his phone clock. 6:45 A.M. They would have to leave for first classes in just a few minutes. He stepped out of his dorm room and took the elevator down to the common room. There the rest of his classmates were gathering and getting ready to go to class.
While the other male students were wearing the same uniform as Izuku, he saw that the female students were wearing a completely different uniform. Their uniforms consisted of a white shirt with a pink collar and shoulder straps, a pink tie with blue and black stripes, a bright pink skirt with white stripes, pink stockings with black and white diamond patterns, and white loafers with pink bottoms.
"Well, you certainly took your sweet time. Did you have a good nap, Sleeping Beauty?" John joked as he threw an arm around Izuku's shoulder with a smirk.
"Sorry, Wheeler-san, I didn't mean to keep you guys waiting." Midoriya replied.
"Hey, I never said that. We're all still getting ready to leave ourselves. And hey, call me John, alright?" the blondie replied as he presented his fist, which Izuku bumped after a moment of thought. "Besides, you're actually not the last one to get down here. We're still waiting on Max." John added as he stepped away.
Suddenly, the elevator door opened, and an old-fashioned alarm clock came hopping out into the common room, ringing it's bells as it hopped onto the coffee table. The students stared at for a moment, before Lucas reached out to grab it. Just before he could reach it, the clock hopped off, bouncing around the common room and… giggling with glee?
Just then, the elevator doors opened again, revealing Max, still dressed in his pajamas with a horrible case of bed hair, and a furious look on his face. With speed that rivaled Rose's own, he leapt straight at the clock, barely missing it as it bounced away, cackling at Max's misery.
Growling like a dog, Max lunged again, and a third time, missing both times. Suddenly, he grew a maniacal grin. "So, that's how you wanna play, huh?" He reached into his nightgown, and pulled out a massive wooden mallet as he unleashed an insane laughter. Upon seeing the hammer, the clock let out a scared squeaked, a few of it's parts dropping out.
Max swung the mallet as hard as he could, barely missing the clock, instead putting a massive dent in the floor. Then, he swung to his side, trying to hit it midair. Once again, he missed, also barely missing both Elizabeth and Westley's heads, the two ducking as the mallet broke clean through the wall.
Finally, the clock landed facing away from him, giving the maniacal Max to bring it down before it could dodge. "NOO-" was all it could get it out before it was crushed by Max's mallet.
"Snooze." Max taunted the late appliance, still sporting his maniacal grin.
"MAX, WHAT THE HELL?!" yelled Westley. Max turned to look, his rage now replaced with curiousity. "You could have seriously hurt someone just now! Not to mention the damage to the-" Westley cut himself off as he turned to look at the massive hole Max had put in the wall. Which wasn't there anymore. The wall appeared to be in pristine condition.
He then turned back to Max, who was finishing brushing his hair, now dressed in his uniform, with the clocket, mallet, and hole in the floor completely gone. Everyone just stood there staring at him for a minute. Dom rubbed his eyes, as if to ensure he was really seeing this. "I think I need new contacts."
Choosing to simply ignore, the group then proceeded to the lecture hall in the main sector. Today was simply an introductory class, going over what they would be covering in that particular subject over the year. Each day would focus on a different subject, from 7:00 until lunchtime.
After a lunch fit for the gods, prepared by a top-tier crew, the 10 students Team Claymore headed to the Field Sector, stepping into one of the training buildings, ready for their first heroics lesson. In the changing room, each studentt quickly proceeded to don their hero costumes. Max placed a magician's hat on his head, running a finger along the rim with a sly smile.
Roxxane placed a pair of gloves on her hands, the fingertips looking clawed. She grabbed a custom electric guitar, and played a few notes with these pick fingers, giving a nod of apporval. Dominic fastened a pair of gauntlets designed to look like dinosaur bones to his arms, banging his fists together with a bloodthirsty chuckle.
Izuku placed a green hood with rabbit ear-like tufts on the front over his head, before fastening a clear mouthguard designed to look like a cartoonish smile over his mouth. Westley fastened an open-face combat helmet over his head, before turning to face a small grey case with a note sitting on top.
"Mr. Smith, I had to pull quite a few strings to get you this toy. Please, put it to good use. A.F." Putting the note aside, Westley opened the case, revealing a 9mm pistol and several ammo clips. After staring at it for moment, he picked up the pistol, loaded a clip into it, and placed it in a holster on his belt.
Finally, the students of Team Claymore strode into the training hall, their costumes on full display. John wore a black racing style suit with white padding, and a similarly themed helmet with an orange visor. Elizabeth wore a black bodysuit with purple flame decals across the arms and legs, along with a violet bandana with similar flames.
Max wore a red formal with a black tie, black pants, dress shoes, a black magician's hat, and a red and black cape. Dom wore a set of ripped black pants, leaving his top exposed, save for the bone-style armor he wore on his shoulders and arms. Krystal wore a hot pink bodysuit with faux crystals wrapping behind her head, as well as forming gauntlets on her arms.
Rose wore a pink jacket and matching pants, red running shoes, and a white scarf. Roxxane wore a white rocker style spiked jacket, with ripped jeans and gloves with pick-tipped fingers, her guitar strapped to her back
Lucas was dressed in an outfit similar to a typical casino dealer, wearing a white dress shirt with a bright red vest, beige slacks, and black loafers, along with a green casino visor.
Westley wore a standard looking suit of gray combat armor, with black plating on the upper torso, shoulders and the front of the legs, along with his pistol holstered on his waist, plus three combat knifes, and a collapsible staff.
Izuku's costume was much less proffesional quality, consisting of a customized green and jacket with a homemade hood, a store bought facemask, and regular sports pants alongside his typical red shoes. Still, his mother made it for him, so he was at least gonna wear it.
The students all lined up side-by-side, ready to start their training. "Oh, I do so love a dramatic entrance!" Max exclaimed. Dom raised an eyebrow at him, but quickly brushed it off. Suddenly, the door flew open, and their teacher entered. It was the dark-skinned man with the ice leg from when they had first arrived. A cold mist emenated from him as he strode to the center of the room.
Another person, a woman with blue hair and gold eyes dressed in a doctor's outfit came in after him, taking a seat on a stool near the door with a bottle of water in her hand. The teacher gave each student a lookover, eyes darting over their various forms, before he let out a deep grunt.
"Alright, cockroaches, listen up. The name's Deacon Winters. But you will call me Whiteout, and nothing else. I wanna make one thing clear right off the bat: I'm not here to babysit you, or help you deal with whatever problems you got in your life. I'm here to teach you how to be warriors, how to fight. And I am free to use ANY means at my disposal to do so."
"What does that mean? It means that this class will not involve textbooks, essays, and art projects. It will involve bloody knuckles, broken bones, and spilled blood. By the time I'm done with you, you will be having nightmares about the things you have experienced in this class. The very mention of my name will have you wishing you'd brought a change of pants."
"But, it also means, that if you make it through all of that, then you might just be worthy of calling yourself a Hero." the man explained. No one noticed his eyes glance at Westley on that last part. Izuku gulped, a little bit nervous now. "Any of y'all don't like it, the door's over there."
The group stood in silence, teacher staring down his students, students unmoving. Whiteout chuckled. "So, still think you're all hot stuff, huh?" He reached into one of his suit's pockets, and pulled out a digital remote with a large meter on it. He dialed it all the way up to max. "Well, then…" He pressed a button on the remote.
Suddeny, several doors opened across the walls of the arena, red lights lighting up inside them. An army of silver robots, skeletal looking in design with glowing red eyes, marched out, surrounding the students as they quickly huddled up.
"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!"