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Hitomi pulled on her blazer as she admired her outfit in the mirror.

This is it! A real Japanese school uniform!

Moving from Japan to America when she was 9 meant she had missed out on the Japanese school uniforms. UA was the first school she'd attend where uniforms were required, and she was probably more excited about that than any normal person should be.

Tying her hair up in her signature bun-ponytail with Nari's hair tie, she came downstairs to find a large breakfast laid out on the kitchen table.

Hitomi's mother turned from her place by the stove to find Hitomi hovering over the table.

"Congratulations on getting in Hitomi! I hope you don't mind today's breakfast, I was just so excited that my daughter is on her way to becoming a hero!"

"Ah, Mom, you didn't have to do all of this. I won't have time to eat all of it."

Her mother pushed Hitomi into a chair before returning to the stove. "Not if you don't start right now!"

Hitomi ran through the halls of UA, looking for a sign labeled 1-A.

She stopped as she turned a corner, finding a huge door with her class's name plastered on the front.

Her stomach churned. Although she definitely didn't eat her mother's entire breakfast, she probably should have eaten less waffles. Maybe then her anxiety wouldn't (hopefully) make her throw up in front of her future classmates.

She slid open the door slowly to find some people already inside at their desks and chatting with those around them.

Feeling eyes on her, she checked the seating chart on the board to find her name placed in the bottom left corner; it seemed like an extra desk was placed in the last row.

They really did just add me to the roster last minute, didn't they.

Scurrying to her seat behind a girl she assumed to be Yaoyorozu, she sat down and buried her head in her arms to quell her anxiety of the first day.

After a few minutes, a commotion sounded at the front of her row.

"Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to UA before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk!"

"Like I care! What middle school are you from, you extra?"

Hitomi raised her head as the two argued only to realize she recognized them from the entrance exam.

It was the tall boy with glasses, who was berating the spiky-haired blonde for putting his leg on his desk.

So they're gonna be my classmates… this definitely won't be a quiet class, she thought sheepishly.

She watched as the bespectacled boy turned to talk to someone at the door. Looking over, she realized it was the kid with green hair.

He's not going to belittle him again, is he?

Luckily, it seemed as though they were instead having proper introductions with each other. With them not being very quiet, she found out their names were Tenya Iida and Izuku Midoriya.

She continued to watch them talk as a brunette girl with a cute bob arrived to the conversation, introducing herself as Ochako Uraraka and complimenting a punch Midoriya had pulled off at the entrance exam.

Suddenly a deadpan voice was heard by the door.

"If you're here to socialize, then get out."

Hitomi saw a disheveled man climb out of a yellow sleeping bag from her seat, his long, unkempt hair and large scarf around his neck confusing her.

Is he supposed to be a teacher?

Her question was answered, as the man introduced himself as Shota Aizawa, their homeroom teacher.

He rustled through his sleeping bag, pulling out what looked to be a red, blue, and white gym uniform with the letters "UA" on the front.

"Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."

To say Hitomi was confused was an understatement.

When she thought about what her first day would be like, she definitely didn't imagine this.

She didn't expect she'd be standing out with her classmates on the P.E. grounds, about to partake in what her teacher called a "Quirk Apprehension Test".

"What about the entrance ceremony? Or guidance sessions?"

Uraraka had basically voiced Hitomi's thoughts out loud.

Aizawa went on to explain how people were prevented from realizing the potential of their quirks, listing off gym tests done in middle school.

Hitomi watched as Aizawa called the spikey-haired blonde Hitomi recognized from the entrance exam to the throwing circle, finding his name to be Bakugou.

It was as Bakugou was about to throw the ball that Hitomi realized she had absolutely no idea what the quirks of the rest of her classmates were.

A loud cry of "DIE!" was heard, and Hitomi watched in awe as an explosion erupted from Bakugou's hand, launching the ball what had to be hundreds of meters away.

"It's important for us to know our limits," Aizawa said as he held up a small device, displaying "705.2 m". "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."

"705 METERS?! SERIOUSLY?"

"Woah! This is awesome!"

Hitomi listened as her classmates cheered around her, but the stone-cold look on her teacher's face worried her.

...

Hearing the words that the person with the lowest score would be expelled sent her into a panic.

It's because I'm here, isn't it?

As her classmates cried out in disbelief, Hitomi wondered what she was going to do.

She listed off the eight tests Aizawa had mentioned to herself, thinking about how she could use her quirk to improve her score.

Softball throwing, the standing long jump, 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper-body training, and the seated toe-touch.

Looks like my force field will be moving around a lot.

Still, the thought gnawed at the back of her mind that someone was going to be expelled because of her.

Having an uneven amount of people in the class, Hitomi had to be in a group of three with the last two students to go, them being Yaoyorozu and a small boy named Mineta.

If I can use a force field to propel myself forward, maybe I can knock off a few seconds as long as I don't trip…

As the three students were getting into position, Hitomi noticed Yaoyorozu slipping on a pair of roller blades before moving into position.

Where did she get those?!

She shook her head, refocusing back on the track. At the sound of the whistle, Hitomi formed a force field a few feet behind her. Bringing it towards her quickly, she maneuvered her feet onto it and the force of the coming barrier launched her forward several meters. She stumbled as her feet met back with the ground, but ran towards the sensor as fast as she could, a satisfying beep sounding off as she passed.

"4.58 seconds."

She looked back to see Yaoyorozu and Mineta pass the finish line, their scores sounding off.

That's three seconds faster than in middle school!

It seems like using my force fields will be useful during the tests.

Hitomi held her hands in front of her, clenching her fists with a timid smile as Aizawa called for the class to move on to the next test.

Hitomi stepped into the throwing circle, staring at the ball in her hand.

I'll have to throw a lot of force fields at it if I want to get a better score.

A plan set, Hitomi threw the ball as hard as possible. Immediately after, she made small force fields along her arms and threw them at the ball continuously. She could see it propel forward with each hit, and in one last effort, Hitomi made one bigger force field with both her hands, throwing it with all her might.

The ball shot forward from the impact, before finally falling to gravity and hitting the ground.

Aizawa held up the device.

"152.4 meters."

Hitomi's brow furrowed.

It's not that that score wasn't impressive; it was actually three times better than her distance in middle school.

The problem to her was that it was nothing compared to her other classmates.

What was she thinking? She couldn't begin to compare to them.

Bakugou had gotten 705 meters.

Uraraka, who had gone before her, literally got infinity.

The doubtful thoughts swirling in her mind were interrupted by Aizawa telling her to do her second throw.

...

After she finished her turn, she went to stand with the rest of her class as Midoriya walked to the throwing circle.

"Hey, Hitomi!"

She turned to find a hand on her shoulder, before looking up to see bright red hair and spiky teeth. He looked somewhat familiar, but Hitomi couldn't place it. She tilted her head to the side, giving the boy a hard stare.

"Do I know you…?"

The boy grinned, pointing to his hair. "It's me, Kirishima! From the entrance exam! You probably didn't recognize me 'cause I dyed my hair!"

At that Hitomi's eyes widened, remembering the boy she'd saved. "Kirishima-san?!"

"I thought I told you you don't have to use the -san. And hey, sorry I wasn't able to talk to you earlier. You did great at the softball throw!"

She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed he was in her class. Granted, he had changed his appearance, but his standout spiky teeth and the scar on his right eye should have been enough to remind Hitomi of who he was.

She had been too busy worrying about herself.

"Oh, no… it's not that impressive, especially compared to Bakugou or Uraraka…"

"It's still good! My quirk can't really help with this kinda stuff, but yours seems really useful!"

Kirishima gave her a smile that seemed to radiate sunshine.

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard Aizawa speak.

"I erased your quirk."

They turned to find Aizawa's scarf unravel, his hair lifting into the air as Midoriya was pulled closer to him.

Aizawa said a few words to Midoriya that Hitomi couldn't hear, before letting him go to do his second throw.

I wonder what's wrong…

As she watched Midoriya's arm swing, she noticed his index finger glow slightly, before the ball shot into the air. Midoriya threw with so much force the wind blew around them.

Hitomi looked at him in awe, before noticing his finger appeared bruised.

His quirk hurts him that quickly?

Midoriya held his injured hand, looking to Aizawa.

"Sensei… I can still move."

"WHAT THE HELL?! DEKU, YOU BASTARD!"

Hitomi jolted, turning to see Bakugou charging at Midoriya. Before he was able to get close, Aizawa restrained him with his scarf.

After a few words, Aizawa let him go. As the class moved on to do the other tests, Hitomi couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship Midoriya and Bakugou had with each other.

A/N: I'll be honest, I thought this chapter was paced really weirdly... I'm kinda just trying to get through these first few introduction chapters because I honestly really want to get to Season 2.