Everyone was crowded around the living room: The entire ARC class, Itsuka, Setsuna, Reiko, Tetsu, Momo, and Eri, was planted firmly in Izuku's lap. They had all passed their exams; now, they would find out their class assignment.

Izuku was unsure why he had to start, but the argument that it was his house won out. Inko and Nemuri smiled at his blissful ignorance. "1-A," he called out.

Immediately, most of the girls tore open their packets. Momo joined him as a recommended student. Fujin, Raijin, and Haruhime were from the ARC class.

Set, Reiko, and Tetsu were in 1-B, along with Bob, Toga, Aisha, and sorrowful Cassandra.

"I wanted us all to be in the same class," Izuku said aloud.

"It made sense that they split up the ARC Class," Fuijin said, "I wonder if they brought in another student, as there are only seven of us."

"But what class am I in," Eri chimed in. "I want to be in both classes so I can see everyone…wait, does that mean I am going to class all by myself?" her bottom lip began to quiver. If it had ever been known, the plans that began to form in the heads of the kids that day to change that for Eri, they would have been executed.

"No, Eri, you won't be in class alone," Midnight volunteered. "You will be attending regular classes all day now, no more half days."

Eri thought about it before she tilted her head back to look up at Izuku. "Will you still come see me?"

"Of course, my princess," He smiled as there was no way he could tell her now. "We will be able to see you daily as we live on campus!" Eri's smile went into high gear as she snuggled back down, content that everything was okay.

"NOW let's CELEBRATE!" came the booming voice of Present Mic as he and Eraser Head walked in, overloaded with food. The party ran late, but no one wanted it to end. Once everything was done, Izuku sat across from Momo and his mother.

-Truth about his Mark-

Inko started telling him about his dream, the mark on his back, and what it all meant. He soaked it in, listening intently as his mother explained that he had a quirk: Rabbit Step. It was hard to hear that all this strength and speed was not only his own but also a relief in some ways as he now understood what was happening to him. As these words sunk in, he found comfort in them; something about them warmed him deep inside. It was soothing to know that he had this Blessing. And that it had been given to him by his Grandmother Hess. Before leaving, she had bestowed this upon him, ensuring he would be okay even with her gone.

Then, that Inko could give this to others, she wanted to bestow the mark upon Momo. It didn't bother him that Momo would be receiving the mark. It was the potential change to their relationship; it was complicated enough with her and the others. Momo took him by the hand and led him outside.

"Izuku, do you care about me?" she said sternly.

"Yes, Momo," he responded, "You know I do, but what if this makes you unable to choose not to be with me, you know, romantically?"

"You are worried about my free will?" she smiled at him. "You are not like most men; the chance for this to ensure that you have women falling all over you would be hard for most of them to pass up. I believe that this will deepen our friendship and our loyalty. It will also deepen our romantic feelings for each other but not force it upon us. But this will also allow me to grow and continue fighting by your side, Izuku. I am afraid that without it, you will be so far ahead that I can never catch you." Her smile faltered as she spoke to him. "I don't want to be some damsel that stands on the side, worries, and frets if you are safe. I want to be there with you, fighting to make the world safe."

Izuku sat back; he knew he cared for Momo so much that he wanted her by his side. He closed his eyes and imagined her walking away, and it pained his heart. He supposed if their roles were reversed and he couldn't at least help her, it would crush his heart. He envisioned them standing together, equals; they weren't alone; there were others.

He saw a great tower standing before him; by his side was Momo; he could hear Haruhime, Itsuka, Tetsu, and some voices he didn't recognize; they were talking behind them. He knew they were about to enter danger, and their lives would be in jeopardy. She took his hand; he felt someone else take his hand, kiss his cheek, and whisper a sweet declaration. He knew that he needed to come home, waiting for them at home as others, children, lovers, people who cared for all of them.

They were united, together, a family. Their goals were the same: to go forth and make the world, save it, and conquer the dungeon! He paused; it all felt so familiar, so natural. He opened his eyes and saw Momo sitting before him, ready to fight, standing before the world and laying down her life for what she believed. He didn't want to see her fall; he couldn't bear seeing her only in a photo.

"I want you to be able to follow your dream; I want us to be together when we step out onto that stage and change the world. You are not some damsel; you are a fierce, determined woman, a warrior. And I can think of nothing better than coming home together and sharing the highs and the lows." Izuku spoke with such tenderness and clarity that Momo teared up some.

"Izuku, did you just propose to Momo?" Inko said coily.

Izuku turned bright red and began to stutter; Momo placed her hand on her cheek as she flushed some. "So bold," she muttered as a sly smile crossed her face as she turned to Inko. "Do we have your blessing…Mother?"

"Not yet, but let us adjourn to the other room, and you shall," Inko rose to her feet and extended her hand, which Momo took demurely as they walked out of the room.

-Re-Birth of the Familia-

Momo sat on a stool, her top removed; she held her shirt to her chest for modesty's shake. She was nervous and excited; she didn't know what would happen, but she knew she wanted this just as badly as she tried to get into U.A.

Inko looked at the beautiful girl sitting before her; Momo's long hair was pulled to the side; she looked like a classical model ready to be immortalized in paint; all that was missing was the kimono. Inko felt a twinge of guilt that she was about to make this beautiful porcelain skin.

"Are you sure, Momo?" she asked.

"Yes, Inko, I can care about him so much. I want to be by his side and leave my mark on the world," Momo replied.

Inko pulled the Hestia Knife from its sheath; with ease, she made a light cut on her finger and placed it against Momo's back. She let her instinct take over, and she began tracing the design.

Momo felt Inko's touch. As she began to move, a warmth spread through her body, permeating her depths. Her eyes were closed when she opened them. She didn't see the room's wall; it had crumbled. This simple cottage had just called to her. The door to the cottage opened, and in walked whom Momo knew was Hestia. She was young; she gave a mischievous smile to Momo.

"Welcome to the Familia," She smiled. "I see your love for him, our precious Bell, or Izuku. Your heart is open; you must help him and temper his impulsiveness. Be the voice of wisdom and restraint in battle. Do not let him slip through your fingers in the home. You are loved and will always know the warmth of my heart."

The words washed over Momo; then it was over; she opened, blinked, and looked at the wall. She looked over her shoulder. Inko seemed to be trance as this beautiful language flowed from her lips.

"With my ancestor's blood, blessed with her divine blood, I bestow upon you this blessing. May your growth be swift and your heart strong, and always return home to where you belong. From now and until your eyes close their last, you are part of me, and I am a part of you; we are Familia from this moment and into the infinite tomorrow."

There was a brief but intense heat. Momo winced slightly, and then she saw Inko's eyes still dazed; she raised her finger over Momo's back again, "Be sealed and unseen; let none outside the family see." A single drop fell from Inko's finger, and coolness replaced heat. A tingling sensation spread suddenly over her body, making Momo giggle.

Inko blinked and stepped aside; Momo looked and saw the mirror. The blessing, the mark of her acceptance into this Familia, was on her back. She watched it fade, knowing it was there but hidden.

"I didn't know you could do that," she told Inko.

"Neither did I," Inko responded as Momo slipped on her shirt. The two girls looked at each other; they could feel a connection. Inko wrapped Momo in a hug. Momo loved Inko's hugs, but this was different; it was much more. She just melted. "That felt good," Inko muttered, Momo nodded.

Momo stepped back on her feet, bounced on them, and felt lighter. Inko handed her a parchment; Momo's hand trembled slightly.

Rank 1
Creation
Noblesse Oblige

"Noblesse Oblige is a French term," Momo said. "It is a French expression that means that nobility extends beyond mere entitlement, requiring people with such status to fulfill social responsibilities. But what does it mean in this circumstance?"

Inko smiled and thought about it; the answer seemed to dance into her head. "It will make you stronger and more agile when fighting an opponent directly."

"So direct combat…" Momo smiled, "May I see that dagger?" Inko handed it over; Momo spun on her heel and ran out of the room, "Izuku, come fight me!"

"WHAT?"

"I just got my blessing and want to try it out!" Momo yelled as she ran for the backyard. "If you win, I will rub your shoulders for 30 minutes."

"Oh damn, you're on!"

Inko just laughed as Nemuri poked her head in, slightly confused but still smiling. "How do you feel?" she asked as Inko sat on the bed.

"Like I did the right thing, and I wonder if I did the right thing," Inko looked to the ceiling. Not noticing that Nemuri slipped in and locked the door, she had a devilish grin. Inko looked back, and Nemuri was right there; she planted a hungry kiss on Inko, pushing her back onto the bed. Inko made an eep, and with skill and swiftness, Inko's pants were off and tossed across the room.

"Nemi," she managed to exclaim as the pro heroine slid down between her legs, licking her lips. "The children," she protested, though her breathing was becoming heavy.

"They're busy," Nemuri responded as she pushed Inko's panties to the side and began to pleasure her girlfriend. Inko had enough sense to turn on the music as her protests turned to moans of pleasure.

Momo lay on the grass, breathing hard and feeling a little sore. But the soreness dissipated as Izuku was on top of her, and they kissed; everything felt different. The grass, the way her body moved, she noticed it when fighting him; he was still so fast, and she knew he was holding back. But it exaggerated the feeling of her strength surge, and her reactions improved. Then, once he was declared victorious, he asked to claim his prize; she nodded, her heart racing. As their lips met, it was even more intense than previous encounters; she could feel it deep inside and tell he did, too.

She rolled him onto his back; her hair had come free of its traditional ponytail as it fell around their faces; it blocked everything out, leaving them in their little world of kisses and passion. She wasn't even sure when their hips started to grind together; they became acutely aware once he sat and they were face to face, her head was tilted back, and he was kissing on her neck. His hand reached and began to grope her breast; she moaned, and that was what snapped them back to their sense. Her eyes got wide as she scrambled to her feet. "I need to shower!" she said as she bolted into the house.

The question of whether she needed help floated across his mind, danced in his throat, and almost escaped his lips. Almost. Instead, he realized his state of being and was thankful for his blessing. He leaped up to the second floor, and Rabbit stepped into his room, where he also ran for the shower. He may have thought how easy it would be to step into her shower, and she may have wondered what would happen if he did.

That night, Izuku and Momo stood up late watching movies while Inko went to bed early, followed by Nemuri. The two just shyly held hands under the blanket for most of the night, not trusting their hormones to prevent them from making mistakes.

-Before The Move-

As the move-in day approached, there were some flurries of activity as Momo and Izuku got packed for the move; Nemuri was taking the time to make some innuendos to Inko that had her blushing. On their final night, though, Izuku and Inko sat together in the living room.

"I liked this house," he said, leaning on her shoulder.

"It is not like the house is going anywhere, though I think I may be staying with Nemuri while school is in session so I can be close to Momo and you," she said, patting his head. "When did you get so tall?"

He chuckled. He was nowhere near tall and just taller than her, which wasn't that difficult, "Last night, while you slept, I grew an inch."

"Listen, smarty pants," she said, ruffling his hair, "We should get you a haircut. This white mop is getting long?"

"I kind of like it; it makes the curls looser, not so hard to manage…and a few of the girls said they think it's cute," he muttered the last part.

"The truth comes out!" Inko teased.

"Mom, is this wrong? Is what I am doing wrong?" he asked seriously.

"In what way?" she responded.

"I like Momo, I do, but I have feelings for Itsuka, Haru, and Cassie; then there was this girl I met on the beach named Melissa. I was about to ask her to dinner when her Uncle came along, and I never saw her again." He sighed. "Momo said she was going to be with me even if she had to share me; I just don't know if my actions are right."

"Well, that depends?" she said.

"On?"

"Are you doing this to fulfill some fantasy of a wild sex life?" Inko said.

"No, Mom, it's not like that!" he protested.

"Then if you genially care for them, and they are fine with it, then I don't see an issue," Inko said. "Izuku, you and them are all young; you are figuring out who you are and what you like; maybe you will all find out that you like this lifestyle and have a big polyamory relationship, or maybe some will, or some will decide that it is not for them. You may decide that it is not for you, as long as you are honest with all of them and tell them the truth, even if that truth is that you want them all. It is up to them to decide how and what relationship they want, if any."

"Thanks, Mom," he sighed.

"Your grandmother did tell me to expect a horde of grandbabies, and you have heard how accurate she was on her predictions," Inko said with a laugh.

"Just be careful, use protection; we are starting you on birth control just to be on the safe side," Inko added as he turned bright red and whined some. "Oh, especially if you do it in public; your father was very, shall we say, adventurous…" Izuku tried to flee at that point, but she held him back; when he did slip free, she used her quirk to yank him back suddenly. "then we had to run. I was naked, and your father was as well…"

"OH GOD!" he yelled as the rabbit stepped away.

Inko tilted her head back and laughed. She closed her eyes for a moment, You would be proud of him, Tyche, you would be so proud.

The morning of the move, all their stuff was packed and ready for the school movers to pick up; they would have to unpack after their first day. Momo smiled when she saw Izuku staring at her as she walked past in her school uniform, especially the skirt and black tights she had on. She had almost forgotten the tights, but then she remembered she was riding in with Izuku and didn't want to flash everybody on the street her underwear.

-Before Class-

They arrived early and made their way to class; surprisingly, Fujin, Rajin, and Haruhime had beat them there. The two boys were talking to another student who looked pleased with herself sitting at her desk swinging her feet.

There is a young woman who is very short and has a narrow body. Her head, however, is quite large and round. She has raspberry pink hair that she wears up in two high pigtails. These pigtails are broad and thick at the top but thin at the bottom, with curved edges that reach her waist. She also has a single bang in the middle of her forehead, swept pointedly to her right. Her eyes are enormous and pointed down, with dark rings on the underside of each eye. She has two longer eyelashes on each far side, which take up most of her face. Her irises are oval-shaped, colored pink, and each has two circles between their small pupils and rims, giving them a somewhat hypnotic look.

"She must be the other ARC student?" Izuku wondered. He and Momo walked over. "Hello," he said, giving the girl a slight bow. "Izuku Midoriya."

Momo did the same boy as she introduced herself.

The girl looked at them both and gave an unsure smile, "Manami Ariba," she said. The back door flew open as Toga came barreling in like a missile, crashing into Izuku, who quickly caught her.

"Sup Izuku, did you miss me?" Toga said with a toothy smile.

"Oh Toga," he said overdramatically, "How I missed you, but you know that our love is forbidden!"

Toga could barely contain her excitement, "I know, but here now, in your arms, it feels so right; I care not what the princess says!" she responded, playing into the mellow drama.

"But your sister! You know she and I shared that night in the woods," he responded, taking it up a notch. Momo rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. Manami was confused but highly interested.

"Yes, but it is my chamber you have snuck into for many nights!" Toga put her hand to the back of her forehead and fell back dramatically in Izuku's arms, "You came and ravished my body in ways that I dare not speak, but I cannot forget!"

"I told you that it was a mistake, that we shouldn't, that we can't!" he retorted, looking away dramatically.

"Once is a mistake, but eight times is not!" Toga declared. "I will have thee; let us allow our hearts to break from this prison and run free; the princess will understand."

"Eri, Toga is trying to get Izuku to run away again," Momo said into her phone.

"HIMIKO TOGA!" they heard Eri's voice yell from the phone. Himiko froze and glared playfully at Momo. "I AM NOT GOING TO SHARE MY ANIMAL COOKIES WITH YOU ANYMORE!"

"No, princess, I am sorry," Toga said dramatically, "I will not do it again; as recompense, I shall tithe an apple of candy."

"IF you tithe two, you shall be forgiven!" Eri said, trying to sound grown up as Fujin and Rajin snickered in the background along with Haru.

"Yes, Princess," Toga said, sounding defeated, "Bye, Eri, have fun in class today!"

"You guys, too!" she shouted back. "Come see me after Izuku!"

"I will, Princess Eri," he responded; her giggle lit up the room as the line went dead.

"I have no idea what is going on or what that was about, but I want in!" Manami said with a smile. Aisha and Cassandra came walking in a few minutes later.

"Bob is being such a baby!" Aisha said as they entered.

"Aisha, be nice. You know how gentle he is, and he is sad that he won't see Eri all day," Cassandra smiled when she saw Izuku look her over from head to toe. She twined, "So Izuku, what do you think?"

"You look very pretty," he stammered; a sharp rib shot made him wince. "So do you, Toga."

"Thanks," she said with a smile.

They talked briefly before Aisha dragged Himiko and Cassy out and back to their class.

-Class 1-A-

The door opened, and before Izuku could even turn around, he heard, "Hello, Oriion."

"Artemis, I knew you made it in; I am glad we get to be in the same class," he said with a smile. "He then introduced her to everyone else; Manami was surprised she was included. She was surprised they were not talking to her; they had gone to welcome her as soon as she walked in. It had started with the fox girl and just hadn't stopped. The tall, raven-haired goddess even complimented her on her makeup and asked for a few tips. Everyone was talking, even Artemis, who seemed to eye Momo like she was a competition; Momo noticed the looks.

Mina and Eijiro arrived next. Izuku looked completely surprised before he walked over to Eijiro and gave him a huge handshake. Haru almost broke into tears as she ran over to Mina and nearly bulldozed her in excitement; Haru then couldn't stop bowing and thanked her and Eijiro. The rest of the class was confused by the reaction. Mina and Eijiro were blushing, especially when Izuku told Eijiro how he owed him and if he needed anything, ask. Momo and Artemis walked over for an introduction; when Izuku explained that Eijiro had saved his life during the first run-in with Overhaul, it all made sense. The Haru explained how Mina stood with her and Eri and kept them safe that night; the two massive twin brothers suddenly thanked the pink girl.

A boy with blue hair and glasses looking very proper came in and tried to chastise them for being so loud that he heard them in the hallway.

Fuijin stepped forward. "NAME?"

"Tenya Ida," he responded.

"You know what? I think we are going to be friends, Raijin!" The other twin looked over. "Come meet my new friend."

"What if I want him to be my friend!" Fujin said, storming over.

"I don't know either of you well enough," Ida protested. His protests were swiftly ignored as they argued, and soon, he found himself in the middle, desperately trying to calm them down.

"Should we step in?" Mina said, worried.

"No, they are not worked up enough to worry," Izuku said, returning to talking to the circle of friends.

Next, a girl with green hair and a frog mutation came in. Everyone stopped talking so she could introduce herself, and with speed and efficiency, everyone replied, taking turns like it was rehearsed. Ida thought he could get away at this time, but he was wrong. She smiled as they called her over to join in on the conversation.

As he entered, a tall boy with a tail was next to get the barrage of greetings. He chose to take his seat and avoid the chaos towards the front of the room, but he had the manners to introduce himself as Mashirao Ojiro. Next, a blonde with a black streak, Denki Kaminari, came right over to the circle of girls and started to try to chat them up.

Koji Koda walked in. Despite his rocky appearance, he looked about to faint when the barrage of introductions flew his way. He just took his seat and put his head down. It was more interaction than he was used to

Itsuka Kendo took a deep breath and opened the door; she had put on a little make-up and white thigh-high stockings and made sure to wear her skirt that day. When she came in, she was happy to see the look on Izuku's face, especially when his gaze lingered over her, and she could see that he thought she looked pretty. When he came over and said so, she knew she made the right choice.

Rikido Sato entered and seemed to enjoy the introductions; he did the same with a polite bow. He walked over to the twins, inadvertently cutting Ida's escape avenue.

Shoji Mezo entered right behind Sato; his expression didn't change as he scanned the room as people introduced themselves; he seemed to be memorizing each person.

Fumikage Tokoyami was happy to see he was not the only one with an animal mutation, and everyone seemed so friendly. He noticed the fox girl, Haruhime, seemed nervous of him, and when Dark Shadow emerged. Everyone was taken aback but excited as Sentient Quriks were rarer than rare. Haru was nearly hiding behind Izuku, who whispered to her. Fumi saw her take a few deep breaths and introduced herself to Dark Shadow in a shakey voice. Izuku leaned over to Fumi and whispered about her traumatic experience with someone who wore a bird mask, but she wasn't trying to be rude. Fumi nodded and thanked Izuku for the explanation.

Minoru Mineta jumped into the room, declaring himself there and ready to mingle; he got hit with a barrage of greetings. He was prepared to go and talk with all the girls when Raijin declared him his friend. Ida used this chance to slip away.

The door was nearly thrown off its hinges when two blondes came in arguing with each other, one ash and the other golden.

"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" THE ASH BLOND BELLOWED.

"I am not in your way, you angry Pomeranian!" Melissa Shield responded. "I am in this class to you, asshole."

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?" he yelled. He turned to the introductions and yelled. "I DON'T CARE WHO THE HELL ANY OF YOU ARE; YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT I AM KATSUKI BAKUGO, AND I AM THE STRONGEST ONE HERE." The room went silent before Fuijin and Rajin, who towered over the boy, started laughing.

Melissa rolled her eyes and introduced herself; when she saw Izuku, she smiled and blushed, going over to tell him hi.

Bakugo blustered some before stomping to his seat in the back.

Kyoka Jiro slipped in the back, hoping not to be noticed, but she got spotted and was roped into conversation. Toru Hagakure burst in, dramatically declaring her presence; it kicked up the introductions a notch for some reason. Kyoka pulled out headphones and put them on. Raijin was speechless when she came in; he just stared; if his brother hadn't teased him, he would have tripped over himself saying hello.

-Enter Ochaco-

When the door opened again, two eyes met. Emerald and Brown. "OCHACO?' he said first; the way he told it quieted the room.

"IZUKU?" she looked at him; they walked over to each other in a daze; they both started nodding at each other like a couple of idiots before he wrapped her in a hug and spun her around to the shock of the class. She wrapped her arms around him and was crying into his shoulder.

"I worked so hard and prayed that you be here!" she cried. "I can't believe it is you, and we are in the same class."

"I wondered about you all the time," he responded. "I still have my 13 figure!"

"I have All-Might," she laughed, pulling back to look at him; he was even more handsome than her dreams.

"I can't believe you're here! This is so amazing!" he said, his smile beaming as he looked at her.

"Same," she blushed and looked away slightly. Neither of them noticed some of the daggers that were being glared in their direction.

Momo was the one to walk over, "Izuku?"

"Momo, this is Ochaco; she was my best friend when I lived with my grandmother; when she passed, my mom and I moved," he smiled. "We both wanted to be heroes and promised to meet again one day. Momo, this is Ochaco Uraraka; Ochaco, my dear friend Momo Yaoyorozu."

"I am happy to meet you," Ochaco bowed.

"As am I," Momo said, returning the bow. Momo then had her introduce herself to the others as the door opened, and in stepped Aizawa, who just glared at everyone, making them scramble to their seats.

-Class Begins-

"Good, you get the idea," he said, taking his spot at the front of the class. "First, let me welcome you all to the U.A.; this is an exceptional year as there have been some changes to how we do things. You can come in now," he said towards the door.

A boy walked in that looked like he could have been Aizawa's son; they looked quite a bit alike. "Introduce yourself and take the empty seat," Aizawa said.

The young man is relatively tall with messy, indigo-colored hair that flares in large tufts around his head. He has notably straight teeth. His eyes are purple with white pupils and are thin and somewhat triangular, pointing downward. There are no visible eyelashes, and they're usually half-closed. He has dark eye bags underneath them.

"Hitoshi Shinso, I am not here to make friends, so don't waste your breath," he said as he sat.

He heard some mummers and choice words thrown his way.

"Well then," Aizawa said. This year is unique as the hero course has been expanded to include 25 students in each class, plus one probationary member chosen by the lead instructor for each class. Now, would each member of the At-Risk Class students please stand up,"

The twins, Haur and Manami, all stood up. "I am going to say this once and only once. These four students are part of a pilot program created by the headmaster and endorsed by every faculty member. Each of these 4 has had a difficult start in life and, through hard work, has earned a shot at a fresh start. I will not tolerate any rudeness or back-talking to or about them. They have gone through enough and do not need to hear it from any of you. You may be seated."

"We have three recommended students and the 22 of you who passed the entrance exam and made it into the hero course. Mr. Shinso is a probationary member of the class that I chose. He is a full member of this class till such a time that I move him into a permanent seat or move him out and bring someone else to take his place. This is the Hero Course Program; I am your overseer, and my job is to help guide you when you need it but not to hold your hands. All of your classes will be here except the electives that you have chosen. I will have a say over your advancement or removal. You will be warned, and advice will be given if you ask. My job is not to hold your hands and ensure you have fun and a good time."

"I have three years to make sure that you are ready to go out there and be HEROES, to do your jobs, to protect the civilian populace, provide backup to other heroes and maybe even myself in such a manner that everyone gets to go home at the end of the night. You will give 100% at all times, and I will ask for 110%; I expect 110%. You will go beyond your limits and find new ones. Then, we are going to go beyond those. I want to see everyone succeed and will give you that opportunity. This school has the resources, so take advantage of them, weight training, nutrition, and counseling. You will find your counselor appointments in your school emails, but I wouldn't say I like to waste your time or mine. So, in your desks are your athletic uniforms; get changed and meet me on the athletic field in 15 minutes."

"Welcome to U.A.!" he said with a smile as the class grabbed their uniforms and bolted from the room.