First day of class means first day jitters. That means having to meet all sorts of new people, getting to know them. And what's this about a Quirk Assessment Test? At least she'll have a teacher that's nice and welcoming, right?

The three weeks between getting her acceptance letter to UA and actually getting on the train for the first day of UA went by faster than what seemed normal. She continued her normal training regimen, which took up plenty of her free time during the mornings and evenings, spent most days after lunch at the gym, and even had a few movie nights with Grandma. She had planned on going with Hagakure and Ashido shopping at some point during that time but by the time they picked a day to go it fell on the same day as the Lupanar. It was the meeting on the night of the full moon where the local clan of wereleopards, that her grandmother lead as their Hyo-Ra, congregated together at their place of power. For the Kuroyashi Clan it was a lagoon hidden in a small valley north of Musutafu, where they were safe to unleash the beasts within to roam and hunt the valley free of their human forms.

On one hand, she had to grumble about missing out on getting a chance to go out with people her age, try on cute clothes, hit on guys or girls they thought were attractive, and have fun. A chance to go out and spend time with friends. That said, those friends didn't know about this side of her and posed a danger to them, especially if she didn't manage to get to the lagoon by midnight. Teenage girls, especially shop happy teenage girls, were not best of friends with clocks or being anywhere on time. Missing out was a little depressing but, on the other hand, she had fun running freely, getting into monstrous brawls with some of the leopards, and, of course, hunting. The bounty for said hunt was a small stockpile of homemade deer jerky that she had smoked and seasoned herself, tucked away for a lunchtime snack in her backpack.

The short dark green pleated skirt swished around her hips as she took bounding steps up the stairs towards where she had been told the first year classrooms were. The braids she had done this morning bobbed and swayed with each movement as she looked around, scanning for her destination and partially looking over some of the other students she passed in the hallway. She noticed she was one of the absolute very few that wore their uniforms a little looser than they were meant to be. She didn't wear the tie as tight, the top button of the dress shirt was unbuttoned, and the jacket was left wide open. Truthfully, the skirt was the only part of the uniform that she found truly comfortable.

"1-A, 1-A, 1- hah!"

She stepped in front of the door and looked up. She stood dumbfounded for a second as she took in the size of the door. It was easily fifteen feet tall, making the space to the ceiling at least twenty. It was impressive, if not over exaggerated and then a thought crossed her mind. No. There was absolutely no way in hell there were 15 and 16 year olds that tall. Were there?

Suri shook her head and took a deep breath.

"Okay, 1, 2, 3, go!" and with that she marched forward and slid the door open to her new classroom. Yellow green eyes scanned the room spotting first, the asshole from the entrance exams that had pushed her and Tooru over. Yipee! Her eyes then fell onto two girls who's eyes met hers and the three were instantly filled with glee. There was a crescendo of sounds and excited energy as the three friends began bouncing with anticipation. The American girl bounded to them, wrapping an arm over their shoulders, pulling both Ashido and Hagakure into a hug as they bounced and laughed in place.

"Kuroyashi!"

"I'm so glad you guys made it in!"

She looked from the pink girl to the floating uniform, barely making out the distorted shape that made up the invisible girl's form. Her expression became sorrowful as she looked at the two of them again and sighed.

"Also, sorry for bailing on shopping. Had a family thing come up."

"It's okay! You'll just owe us!" Ashido cheered, grinning from ear to ear.

Suri looked at her suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

"How?"

"You'll find out!" Hagakure chimed in.

"Okay fine!" the beast girl whined and looked around again. This time she was looking at the seats, taking a mental note of which one was hers. Back of the class, second to the back door of the classroom. And just like that, as if a sign from the gods themselves, the first bell rang, which told everyone in the school they had less than five minutes to be in class and in their seats. She sighed and made her way to her seat as everyone began taking theirs, her eyes locking briefly with a pair of crimson eyes that glared daggers at her. She met his eyes and glared right back, scowling at the blonde as she passed him and then gracefully slid herself into her seat. She gave herself brownie points for resisting the urge to sit with her legs crossed up underneath her. She wasn't about to flash a bunch of strangers, especially the small boy with purple balls on his head that had been eyeing her just as hard as the asshole two seats in front of him. The blonde had a feeling of danger to him, the other, was just flat fucking creepy.

Suri fell into a daze watching out the nearby window, taking in the sight of the trees moving ever so slightly from a soft breeze and how the morning sky became a soft blue. She had thought about bringing earphones so she could have spaced out listening to music waiting for class to start but had unfortunately forgotten her earbuds. Her peacefulness was interrupted by arguing, drawing her attention to the ashy blonde with red eyes again and this time found the stuck up blue haired robot kid from the auditorium standing over him. Unsurprisingly the blonde was being a jerk, though the other guy was being a little overzealous about respecting school property. Who picks a fight over someone having their feet up on their desk?

The argument was then interrupted by the door opening and everyone turning to see who the last ones to class would be. Her eyes and her beast perked up as she saw a timid boy with a wild mess of green hair standing in the doorway. Her eyes recognized him as the same one from the beach screaming in triumph, confidence, and dominance and so did the presence inside her. However, both were visibly confused by the utterly shy and socially inept boy standing at the front of the room. Was he the same kid? He couldn't be, could he? Where was that dominance that had caught her attention a month ago?

Her eyebrow perked again as she saw the last one to class come in, turning the green haired boy into a blubbering mess. She gave the girl a once over and smirked as only one word came to mind when Suri laid eyes on her; cute. The scene itself, with her completely oblivious to his reaction to her, his actions and being a complete ball of embarrassed energy was utterly adorable to her and she stifled a small laugh.

"If you're just here to make friends, you can pack up now."

A dry, unimpressed, and all around just-didn't-want-to-fucking-be-there voice came from the hallway and startled nearly everyone. Especially the three at the doorway. Suri leaned forward in her seat, pushing herself upwards with her palms flat on her desk, trying to make out a site of anything at all.

"Welcome to UA's hero course."

Suri barely made out a yellow… thing… rising from the ground to stand up. An older man with long black hair, a good share of scruff on his face, and tired, dry eyes stared blankly at everyone in the room.

"It took 8 seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work," he continued as he emerged from what Suri now identified as a sleeping bag. "Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

The hell was this guy's problem?

"Hello, I'm Shoto Aizawa. Your teacher."

"You're shitting me?" Suri muttered under her breath as she watched the lazy, monotoned man dressed in all black.

"Right, let's get to it. Put these on then head outside," he said dryly, pulling a blue, white, and red tracksuit out of his bag.

This… should be interesting.

Suri stood when the rest of her classmates did and followed them towards a different set of locker rooms than they had used for the entrance exams. Her steps fell in line with Hagakure's like they had that day as they filed into the girl's locker room. As they did so Suri spotted something out of the corner of her eye as the door to the room closed, she had seen dark eyes and purple balls for hair. It was that kid again. Was he trying to peek in?

"That's not creepy at all," Suri sighed.

All of the girls ended up using the same row of lockers for their school uniforms and despite the sudden change in schedule, they all seemed fairly relaxed. It helped calm Suri's nerves she hadn't realized had surfaced. The calm air made her feel at home and soon enough she was the first one out of her uniform and wished she could just stay that way. It wasn't that she preferred baggy, loose fitting clothes, she just liked comfortable clothing more and the uniform was just too claustrophobic for her taste.

She eyed the tracksuit and then her chest before nodding to herself and pulled out her medical wraps that she had grabbed from her backpack just in case. Out of the corner of her eye again she caught one of the girl's staring and then making eye movements comparing Suri and herself. With her chest completely free she began the process of wrapping herself and tilted her head in the punk rocker girl's direction.

"Trust me, girl, I'd trade you if I could."

She froze and her face turned a shade of pink as she quickly covered herself and turned away as fast as she could.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean-"

"You're gucci, hun," Suri said nonchalantly, continuing with wrapping the binding tape.

"Gucci?"

"Hun?"

The rest of the girls looked to Suri with very puzzled expressions. The tallest of them, with a long black ponytail, looked the most confused out of any of them and Suri noticed why as she found the girl's eyes puzzling over the medical gauze Suri had wrapped around herself. Suri let her eyes travel from meeting hers down, gazing over her pale skin and then her eyebrows noticeably raised as the American girl's gaze fell upon the tall girl's chest. Wow.

"Oh um… just some lingo from back home. And, in case you're wondering," she motioned to her own chest. "If we're going out in these get ups, it probably means we're working out or something. As much as I love running and being active, the girls don't."

"Oh," the girl nodded. "That would make sense. My apologies, it's been a while since I've had to worry about such a thing."

"With those?!" Ashido gasped, pointing towards her, making the tall girl shift slightly, uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

"Well. My Quirk lets me create inanimate objects so-"

"Lucky! So you can just make one that fits perfectly!"

This from Hagakure. Somewhere in the room.

"And you don't have to spend an arm and a leg on one," grumbled the brunette with pink cheeks next to Suri.

"Ain't that the truth," Suri chuckled, rolling her eyes to herself. It caught the girl's attention and Suri made the realization that none of them had truly introduced themselves. She shrugged and decided to be the sacrificial lamb in this, turning on her best smile and look of confidence as she faced the rest of the girls. "Oh, and sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Suri Kuroyashi. Nice to meet all of you."

The girls made their introductions as they finished getting changed and walked together as a large group out of the locker rooms to a dirt field just outside. Aizawa stood waiting for everyone to line up, impatient as the moment they'd met him. His expression said that they had taken way too long, even if it had been barely five minutes for them to change and get outside. Then came the news.

"A Quirk assessment test?!" everyone exclaimed in unison.

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" whined Uraraka.

"If you want to make it to the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies."

Okay. So he did have a point. Sort of.

"Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But," he continued in his dry, tired tone, "you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn."

Suri couldn't bring herself to disagree with Mr. Aizawa. He was exactly right about Quirks, hell he was right in that regard when it came to lycanthropes and he probably didn't even know it. Sure having a strain of lycanthropy in you automatically gave you the added benefits of above average strength, agility, senses, and healing but, it never guaranteed how strong those effects were. Most would never rise in the ranks of the pack, the pard, and so on, they'd be followers. Still, the strongest were special. Someone that could rise through the ranks to be Ulfric, Lupa, Hyo-Ra, Hyo-Gu, etcetera, showed more strength and power from early on. The most powerful could mutate their beast's power into different abilities like partial transformations, transforming seamlessly without the need for a full moon and without the drawbacks of being stuck furry for half a day. Her dad could do all of that on top of being one of the only Ulfrics ever to be able to call his pack's beasts at will and force change in his pack members.

That had been a major taboo and as such, no one talked about it or other taboo things. Her grandmother could call beasts as well but it wasn't looked down on because of the difference between how hers and her dad's felt. Grandma Kuroyashi manipulated her energy and changed her aura to mimic the full moon. It had the feeling of a natural transformation. Her dad's? It was like he wrapped a metaphysical chain around your inner beast and pulled. It was like pulling a tooth using the old floss and a slammed door trick and it hurt. It really fucking hurt.

In the regard of abilities, Suri had started being able to do partial transformations about a year ago. It was still new but her and her family had all known it would be possible. She knew she could, or rather should, expect to be as powerful as her dad and oldest brother. When that thought crossed her mind, a sting of resentment and a start of anger flickered inside of her.

"Bakugou," Mr Aizawa turned to the ashy blonde and drew Suri's attention to him as well. "You managed to get the most points on the entrance exam." Did he now? Suri's curiosity piqued. "What's your farthest distance thrown with a softball while you were in junior high?"

"Sixty seven meters, I think."

"Right. Try doing it with your Quirk," Aizawa held out a softball to Bakugou, handed it to him, and then pointed to a circle painted with field chalk on the ground behind him. "Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you're wasting our time."

"Wasting time? You just handed him the ball and barely gave him an explanation," Suri muttered to herself. For a teacher, he really didn't seem like he wanted anything to do with his class, or teaching for that matter.

Suri rolled her eyes at their teacher and then watched as the angry blonde kid stretched and stepped into the circle. "All right man, you asked for it."

He was awfully cocky and sure of himself wasn't he?

"DIE!"

Suri watched an explosion erupt from his hand as he threw - scratch that - launched the ball into the air like a rocket. Also, did he really just yell that?

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a hero," Mr. Aizawa spoke as they watched the ball soar through the air. He turned a device that looked like a smartphone towards the class to reveal what it displayed. It was distance, apparently measuring how far the ball had soared.

"Seven hundred and five meters! Are you kidding me?!" said another blonde boy, completely astonished. Suri had an 'oh, hey' moment as she looked him over. It was the electric user from the entrance exam.

"I wanna go, that looks fun!" Ashido squealed excitedly.

"So this looks fun, huh?" Suri shivered as she heard Aizawa's voice. Quiet, cold, and menacing. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time? Idiots," a grin, albeit a very uncomforting one, stretched across his lips. "Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

Her stomach dropped as she heard those words. Was he serious? All of the trouble to get in and you could get sent home just like that? No. Fuck that! Her eyes narrowed and the sickening feeling in her stomach was replaced with a flame of anger.

"Like I said. I get to decide how this class runs. Got it? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

"You can't send us home!" Uraraka's brows furrowed and she stepped forward out of the line of students. "I mean, we just got here! And even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"

"Oh and you think natural disasters are?" Mr. Aizawa scowled back at her. "Or power hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No! The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to combat that. If you want to be a pro. you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond, Plus Ultra style, and show me it's no mistake you're here."

Okay.

He had a point,

But so did Uraraka.

She could see both sides and while yes, Gods yes, the world was not fair - she doubted it ever would be - it was still a little harsh to drop that kind of pressure onto a bunch of teenagers. She crossed her arms tightly and scowled deeply at their teacher. She definitely didn't like him.

"Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

Suri's scowl turned to a viscous grin as the tired man in black gave them their first physical challenge; a fifty meter dash. Like he wasn't handing Suri one of her favorite activities on a silver platter. Let the games begin indeed.

As she waited for her turn, Suri watched some of her fellow students while she prepared herself for the upcoming challenges. First and foremost, she stepped back towards the locker room and kicked off her shoes, leaving them ready to be picked up on their way back inside. Her feet welcomed the feel of the dirt, though the hard, dry surface didn't feel quite as nice as freshly turned mountain soil or sand for that matter. Next she leaned down, rolling the legs of the track suit's pants up to her knees, showing off her well toned calves, as she warmed up a little with some standing jumps and putting a bounce into her step. She rolled her neck as she watched Uraraka and Ashido use their Quirks in the dash and thought about how unique everyone thus far had been able to use their gifts to their advantage.

As she watched the pair in front of them, her eyes were drawn down to the boy and his calves where they sat, for a moment, transfixed on a set of pipes protruding from the skin. When the timer started the clock she watched the small flames of fire shoot from them and propel him down the track to the finish line. His speed clearly outmatched the girl next to him, though, for all her effort her frog-like movements let her take the course in long, quick leaps instead of running. Suri thought back to Uraraka's complaint of things not being fair; turbo boy versus frog girl.

Yeah, definitely not fair.

Tenya Iida: 3.04 seconds.

Tsuyu Asui: 5.58 seconds.

Three seconds huh? Suri bared fangs with her grin as the inner beast tasted a challenge.

"Bring it," she whispered to herself.

It was then her turn. Hers and… Hagakure's. Yeah, definitely not fair.

"Aww, I'm gonna suck at this one!" the invisible girl whined.

"Yeah," Suri replied with a drawl, unzipping the front of her jacket, exposing her stomach. She wanted to feel the rush of air against her skin. "Sorry about this, Tooru."

As they stepped up to the line Suri rolled her head, letting the muscles in the side of her neck give that soft, pleasant burn from being stretched and closed her eyes. Her nose flared as she took in the scent of the air, her surroundings and let it feel her. As her eyes opened, they rolled, the white bleeding into black and making the bright yellow green of her eyes stand out even more. Short claws formed on her feet and hands and she climbed into the starting gates, going down onto all fours and letting her clawed fingers dig into the soil. She heard an audible gasp from some of her classmates from the change. Tooru, her friend, included.

Her eyes drifted over her shoulder to see the rest of her class to see their expressions. Some of them, like the green haired boy, Midoriya and Uraraka, were completely and utterly excited with fascination. Bukogou and the kid with the white and red hair - Todoroki, if she remembered right - had the same blank expressions that Mr. Aizawa held. And then there was the really short boy with purple orbs on his head that reminded Suri of a chicken. The one who'd tried peeking into the girl's locker room and who was now next in line behind her, visibly drooling. Granted she was dipped low and had her backside stuck into the air above her so he was getting a show. But drooling over it in front of everyone? She made sure her eyes met his, narrowing them as an audible growl rumbled throughout her body. A warning.

Her ears twitched with a faux gunshot and she tore into the ground in front of her. Her hands and feet carried her body as fast as she could get in those short meters. She enjoyed the short length of rushing air against her body and savored that short moment of bliss. She didn't hear the machine give her her own time as she skidded to a stop, twisting her body during the movement and laying herself so that her feet were planted square, her knees rising above her hips, and her torso stretched in a long line from waist to the tips of her fingers. Her eyes barely peeked out as her head was dipped between her arms, her muscular biceps on level with her eyes. She stared back at the course, seeing the floating uniform crossing the finish line and only then did she let herself rise from the ground in a fluid motion.

Suri Kuroyashi: 4.01 seconds

Tooru Hagakure: 7.55 seconds

"Holy cow," Tooru whisper screamed as they approached each other. "Your eyes!"

"Yeah… um," Suri chuckled softly, scratching the back of her head as she sought out a nice little mix of white lie and truth. "It's part of my Quirk's activation."

Suri breathed in deep and let it out. She, and most of her kind, could get away with chalking their lycanthropy powers to being a Quirk even though it wasn't one. Not truly. Sure Quirks, like her strains of beast, were passed down through bloodline. But Quirks couldn't accidentally be passed on through bites, scratches, or blood transfusions. She pondered that last part as she watched the rest of the 50 meter dashes, her mind half being supportive of her classmates, half wondering if it was possible she couldn't accidentally infect someone.

In the next test they were given a device that resembled a flattened kettlebell weight with two grips. There was some pressure as she wrapped her fingers around the inner handle and she watched the numbers on the flat part move. She then let her beast rise again, letting its power and energy prickle across her skin and let it dance outwards from her and surround her. She snarled, baring fangs as she imagined the giant creature inside of her biting down on the device. She squeaked suddenly as she heard a loud beep from her hand that startled her into letting her power sink back inside of her. That number wasn't too high right?

"Whoa, 236 kilograms?!" Jiro commented from beside her. She looked discouraged as she held out her own showing a low 43 kilograms. "You're a freakin' beast!"

"Hehe, that's partially right," Suri hesitantly chuckled before they were both drawn to Kaminari and Mineta screeching about how Shoji got a grip strength of 540 kilograms. "Not as much of a beast as him, apparently." Suri motioned to the tall boy with multiple arms with her thumb and the two girls shared a laugh.

In the next challenge Suri ended up being one of the few that managed to clear the entire sandbox of the standing long jump including her, Bakugou, Uraraka, Tsu, Iida, Sero, and Aoyama. Suri… had mixed feelings about him. She wasn't bothered by him but more the fact that she felt like she had to look around all the time to spot hidden cameras like they were on some sort of reality TV show.

She thought about the only other Frenchman she personally knew during the next test. She couldn't recall what her score even was because all she could think of was of one of her dad's best friends. He wasn't a pro hero. Nope. He just happened to be a three hundred year old walking dead man from Marseille. He creeped her out. But then again, she'd never been a fan of vampires anyway.

"Hello~ Earth to Kuroyashi~"

Suri blinked and looked up to a pair of black and gold eyes that nearly matched her own. It took a second before she came out of her daze and fully looked at Ashido standing above her, waving a hand in front of her eyes.

"You all right?"

"Yeah, sorry. Just thought of something from home is all." Suri looked forward and took in her surroundings. Oh yeah, the ball throw. And it was her turn. Her eyes transfixed on the circle and she started making her way forward before taking the ball from Mr. Aizawa. She stared at it for a moment and then looked back at her teacher.

"If I mess up my throw, can I get a redo? Softball isn't really my game."

"No," Aizawa replied sternly. "Whatever you throw is what you get graded on."

"No offense, sir, but these challenges only cater to certain types of Quirks. Doesn't seem right to grade someone who doesn't have a power or mobility quirk against those that do."

"Did you already forget the part where I said I run my class the way I see fit? A great pro hero can take whatever their Quirk is, adapt, and make a situation that exposes their weakness or lack of talent into a win. The best of the best overcome their shortcomings. Now quit talking, step up, and show me you've got what it takes."

Damn. He was right, wasn't he?

Suri, closed her eyes and gripped the ball in her hand tighter. She walked into the center of the circle and squared herself. Her mind played back a memory, one where her oldest brother, Mathias, had taught her how to throw a baseball when she was six. She moved so that she held the ball with three fingers and rested it against the inside of her ring finger. She held her shoulders square, and flared her right elbow as she drew back. She let her power radiate like it had during the grip strength test, filling the circle with her metaphysical energy and felt her right arm ripple with power.

Her left leg raised as she cocked back and then swung forward, launching the ball as best as she could remember how to do. She watched it jet almost completely straight forward, getting barely any lift or arc into her throw. Which was the opposite of what she'd been envisioning. Had she not have been aiming for the sky, the ball would have been a worm burner.

"Ah! Son of a bitch!" she growled loudly, watching what she considered a poor excuse for a throw sail towards the opposite end of the training grounds. She balled her fists tight enough that she dug fingernails into her palms and stormed back towards the rest of the group.

"Told you softball wasn't my sport," she mumbled as she passed by Mr. Aizawa. Her eyes flicked to her peripherals, catching the measurement briefly. 367.45 meters.

She barely paid attention to the remaining throws. Her scowl grew deeper with Uraraka's throw, hardly any effort and it went further than anyone's. Granted, no one but the gravity user could have sent a ball into orbit and yet, here Suri was, full brat mode because she couldn't throw a softball properly. She huffed as Uraraka came to stand next to her, Iida, and Bakugou while they watched Midoriya walk up as the last to do the ball throw. She was about to nudge the brunette and tell her she was a show off when Iida and Bakugou caught her attention.

"Of course he is! He's a Quirkless loser!"

Iida gasped and rebutted the explosion user, bringing up what he had done in the entrance exam. Suri growled at the fact Bakugou thought so lowly of people without Quirks because in all factuality, he was taking shots at her, her family, and those like her. She had heard whisperings of what Midoriya had done during the entrance exams and she agreed with Iida that there was no way he didn't have a Quirk. It was the only way to be able to take out the 0-pointer with one punch unless he had been some kind of metaphysical monster like her and he sure as hell didn't smell like pack, pard, the walking dead, or any other metaphysical and preternatural anything for that matter.

Conclusion; Katsuki Bakugou was an asshole. Big surprise.

So she watched on as Midoriya wound up, readied his body to send the ball into orbit and then… plop. Everyone's eyes were transfixed on him in confusion. It was so anticlimactic.

"I erased your Quirk." Aizawa stated pointedly. His long black hair was floating, hovering in a nonexistent upward breeze along with the grey scarf that had been huddled around his neck. The ends floated like an extra pair of arms above him as he glared Midoriya down. "The judges for the exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should have never been allowed to enroll at this school."

"You did wha- wait, those goggles! I know you!" gasped the greenette. "You can look at someone and cancel out their powers! The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head!"

"You're not ready. You don't have control over your power," Mr. Aizawa stated and somewhere in the pit of her stomach, Suri could have sworn the statement was partially in some way aimed towards her as well. "You planning on breaking your bones again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?"

"No, that's not what I was trying to d-"

The floating scarf became like a sentient thing whipping forward, wrapping around the frightened boy and then pulled him towards their teacher. His eyes were glowing red which only heightened the fear inducing glare he gave.

"No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability on the battlefield. You show the same reckless passion as another overzealous pro hero I know..."

"Well that doesn't narrow down this list, has he seen or heard of some of the pros we have in America?" Suri grumbled to herself.

"- you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down."

He… did have a point. That being said, she shifted her weight, rubbing her arms uncomfortably, and watched the boy who stood absolutely defeated and humiliated in front of everyone. She and her beast watched him and then thought back to the day back at the beach watching her scream into the morning like a victorious beast of his own. The vision of him shirtless, covered in sweat, and screaming like he'd conquered an army of wereanimals that came for him at a Lupanar. The two narrowed their eyes in unison, and Suri let a small smirk curl across her lips.

"Don't let him punk you. Show us what you did that day," she and her inner animal purred inside her head in unison. And they watched as the freckled boy stepped into the circle again, gritted his teeth and wound up a throw again.

"SMASH!"

Yes please!

No, Suri! Down girl! Down!

Everyone gasped as the ball was sent flying into the air and created a roar of wind in the circle around Midoriya. His teeth were bared and gritted tightly into a pain sticken smile as he held up his right hand showing off a mangled index finger.

"Mr. Aizawa. See? I'm still standing," Midoriya grimaced. Standing his ground proudly.

"Atta boy~"

Suri froze in place and felt a chill run down her spine. Did her beast just talk? Could it always have done that? Her eyes began following Bakugou as he started storming forward towards the green haired boy in a rage but then went cloudy. She heard him yelling for only a moment before everything went quiet, dark, and… warm? Inside her head she found a small clearing surrounded by a sea of aspen trees and night sky. She could see the stars so clearly inside her head and she let the moon bathe her skin as she stepped forward to a flat stone face that sat towards the back of the clearing. As she moved, she felt an all familiar presence, stronger than it had been and her senses filled with the smell of thick fur and Earth. Of home.

"So," she said into the clearing, sensing movement behind her. "You can talk now?"

"Always have," the presence replied. It was the same voice as Suri's but held more of a husky purr. "I've always been here, hun."

"My beast to call," she stated.

She watched as the large creature moved around her and came to the flat stone, paced it a couple times, and then laid itself out over it. Its dark clay brown and black coat of fur shimmered in the full moonlight and Suri traced the painted patch of fur down its back, like someone couldn't decide if it wanted the creature to be golden brown, black, white, or grey. It looked like a wolf, only not entirely. Its muzzle was shorter, rounder like a great cat's. Its head was almost completely feline if it hadn't been for the sharpened canine features of the back of the skull and tall pointed wolven ears. It's body was a mix of lithe powerful feline muscle and lines wrapped in a plush coat of canine fur leading down to a long powerful tail that was slender like a cat's but covered in warm shaggy fur. Her eyes then focused closer on the beast's hips, thighs, and lower back as a sea of dark rings and spots, leopard spots, nested almost hidden from view at first glance.

"Yours?" she laughed, which looked odd coming from the animal's mouth and then shook her head, letting the thick fur create a wave down her back. "Child, while I've come out in the Lupanar, you have yet to truly call the power we share. Why have you not learned that yet?"

Suri watched the beast's ears flicker and then watched as she looked past her into the sea of trees outside of the clearing.

"Speaking of calling, you're needed by your cute friend~"

"Huh?" Suri questioned and then suddenly, the forest was gone, the night returned to day and she found herself inside the gymnasium once again. She blinked rapidly as the light burned her eyes from the change in lighting.

"Kuroyashi? You okay," Mina was staring at her, her eyes filled with questions and worry. "That's the second time you've dazed out like that in, like, twenty minutes?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm okay." She sighed and took a deep breath, held it, then released. "Guess I've just got a lot on my mind. First day jitters?"

"You ever wanna talk about it, Kur-"

"Suri," she quickly corrected her friend and gave her a warm, caring smile. "You ever need anything, I'm your girl."

Mina's face swelled with excitement, both wordlessly confirming that yeah, why shouldn't they be first name basis now? Mina motioned behind her with her thumb pointing over her shoulder towards a line of floor mats, measuring devices, and the rest of their classmates paired up.

"Right, toe touches. Guess I'll go first," Suri nodded to the pinkette. She then led herself towards their floor mat and got into position, sitting down onto the mat while Mina took her spot kneeling next to the mat. She held the balls of her heels flat against the floor and pivoted at the waist with her arms outstretched. She bent herself practically in half and pushed until the line of her wrists touched and rested upon the measuring device.

"Damn, girl~" Mina whistled and then grinned as Suri sat back upright and then moved to stand up. "All right! My turn!"

Suri piqued an eyebrow as she watched the pinkette and let a little smirk curl onto her lips, moving to the side and letting the pink girl get into place. She then took her turn watching the limber girl bend herself in half and reach for the measuring device and tried, but failed, at not openly gawking at her friend. They tied. Which was fine because Suri's competitiveness was outweighed by her eyes roaming all over Mina as she sat back upright. First Midoriya and now Mina, sure Suri hadn't even so much as flirted since she got to Japan but this? She was in trouble. Deep trouble.

Once the measurements were taken the cross like device was taken away and then the students went onto the next test in the same pairs. Mina opted to go first this time for the sit ups and took her place laying back onto the mat while Suri kneeled in front of her, holding the girl's feet down. The challenge was to go until failure, and again, Suri had to wonder how someone's Quirk helped with this sort of thing.

Mina, for her efforts, was a beast in her own rights Suri admitted as she watched the girl grunting and struggling to make it up to her knees one more time. Just as she was about to fall back to the mat, Suri reached out a hand and helped her sit up completely.

"Sixty four. Not bad at all!"

"Grr, I wanted that last one though!"

"Next time," Suri laughed and held onto the other girl's hand as she made it up onto her knees in front of the raven haired girl. "All right, lemme show you how it's done!"

Mina laughed and showed Suri a wide grin, she was about to say something but the words never left her as her jaw dropped. As soon as Suri was in place, she kicked herself into high gear, breathing calmly and evenly with her hands cupped behind her head. Her eyes watched Mina's as she came up and back down in smooth motions at a grueling pace and she let a smug grin curl onto her lips from the reaction. Her abs started burning and tensing at around fifty and she pushed herself forward, passed sixty, and around seventy two she had slowed down, taking one at a time. For the last five she was growling, letting full throated wolven rumbles fill her and climax into a snarling bark as she went up one last time and let her head collapse into her knees.

"Ninety six!" Mina shrieked excitedly, pumping her fists into the air. "Girl, holy cow, you are an absolute monster!"

"More than you know," Suri chuckled to herself, her chest heaving as the two grabbed each other's hands and helped one another to their feet. Suri looked around and realized that she had been one of the last three going with her and Bakugou finishing around the same time and letting their eyes rest on Todoroki who had cleared a hundred before he finally stopped. Her attention left the two boys and turned back to Mina who was already leading her out of the gymnasium towards the track towards their final test.

The distance run felt more like a minor jog and Suri decided to let her beast rest completely for it, not drawing any power or energy from inside her. She simply let herself mindlessly jog and keep pace with the others in her class, falling in step with her friends with Mina on one side of her and Tooru on the other. She jogged for the sake of it that she neither remembered how long the distance run was or how many laps her and girls had done before everyone came to a stop. She hardly remembered the jog itself, let alone the reason all of the students were lining up in front of Mr. Aizawa. That is until he hit a button on his handheld device and a large holographic chart appeared in front of them.

Oh yeah. One of them was going home.

Suri found her name and a scowl crossed her brow. Rank twelve! Are you fucking serious? She had been sure she would've scored in the top five, hell, she thought she was top ten at least. How the hell was this test being graded anyway? Then her eyes caught sight of the name next to the last spot and her attention quickly drew her attention to Midoriya. Her stomach tightened and she had to ask herself. Was she sad he was going home? Why? She barely knew him.

"And I was lying, no one's going home."

Oh.

"That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all."

Suri and the rest of the class were dumbfounded as they stared open mouthed and wide eyed at their teacher. Well almost everyone.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry, I guess I should have said something," Yaoyorozu said matter of factly.

"Yeah. You probably should have," Suri grumbled and sighed.

"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus from the class room and read it over before tomorrow morning. Come prepared, things are going to get tougher tomorrow when your actual training starts."

Mr. Aizawa started walking off, first handing a paper to Midoriya, then disappearing as he rounded a corner back to the main campus. Left to their own devices, many of her classmates stayed to chat and hang around. As she made her way towards the locker room she picked up her shoes she had discarded earlier and opted for a quick shower. She thought about a conversation she wanted to have later with her grandmother about their beasts. She thought about the vision she had and wondered if anyone else had some sort of little world inside their head or where their power laid.

A little world inside her head where she can talk to her power source. Did anyone else have something like that?

Nah. Probably not.