As the morning sun cast its golden rays upon the towering edifice of U.A. High, a fresh wave of anticipation surged through the corridors, electrifying the atmosphere with an undercurrent of excitement.
The humdrum of academic routine filled the air—a symphony of rustling papers, tapping pencils, and hushed whispers as students grappled with the intricacies of mathematics and the nuances of the English language.
The morning hours ticked by, each second a countdown to the much-anticipated lunch break. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, a tantalizing medley of savory and sweet notes that teased the senses.
The cafeteria buzzed with chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery providing a rhythmic backdrop to the lively conversations. Students savored the delectable dishes, their faces aglow with satisfaction as their taste buds danced with delight.
But the true highlight of the day, the event that set every hero's heart racing, was the afternoon's hero's basic training.
Within the confines of Class 1-A, an air of anticipation hung heavy—a palpable buzz of excitement that coursed through the veins of every aspiring hero. The seats, usually filled with the focused intensity of young prodigies, now echoed with the lively chatter of unrestrained conversations. All except for one.
Hatsuki, by herself, was shrouded in an aura of quietude and remained perched in her usual spot, a secluded corner near the window. Her gaze, distant and contemplative, was lost in the panorama unfolding beyond the glass, her thoughts a world away from the boisterous symphony of her classmates.
Suddenly, a hush fell over the room, an abrupt silence that descended like a velvet curtain as all eyes swiveled toward the classroom door. With a dramatic flourish, the classroom door slid open, revealing a towering figure bathed in an ethereal glow.
"I am here, coming through the door like a hero!" boomed a voice that resonated with power and charisma.
The electrifying proclamation pulled everyone's undivided attention, sending a shockwave of awe and excitement through the room. Before them stood All Might, the world's number-one hero, his iconic grin radiating confidence and an aura of invincibility.
The students erupted in a chorus of gasps and exclamations, their eyes wide with admiration and disbelief. The sight of this legendary figure, a beacon of hope and justice, confirmed the rumors that Allmight was indeed going to be teaching at their school.
Like everyone else, Hatsuki was excited to see All Might. She did kind of hope that Aizawa would be in today; she wanted to talk to him about something, but she guessed it would have to be sometime later.
Her disappointment, like a wisp of smoke caught in a gentle breeze, dissipated, replaced by an eagerness that matched the fervor of her classmates. Hatsuki's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her heart thrumming with a rhythm that mirrored the collective excitement.
As the class settled into an expectant hush, Hatsuki leaned forward, her gaze fixed on All Might, her mind a sponge ready to absorb the wisdom of the world's greatest hero. The classroom transformed into a sanctuary of knowledge, waiting for the words of the Symbol of Peace.
"Welcome to the most important class here at U.A. High," he boomed, his arms confidently planted on his hips. "Think of it as Hero 101; here, you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good.
"Let's get into it!" A wave of excitement rippled through the room as All Might, with a theatrical flourish, produced a gleaming white card emblazoned with the word "Battle" in bold, uppercase lettering.
Hatsuki's eyes widened, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs. Of course, combat training would be an integral part of their heroic education. But a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach—the fear of losing control of her quirk, of inadvertently causing harm—gnawing at her resolve. She clenched her fists, vowing to maintain control and harness her power responsibly.
"One of the keys to being a hero is looking good," All Might declared, gesturing towards the classroom wall. With a mechanical whirring, metal boxes emerged from hidden compartments, each bearing a unique number. "These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the request you sent in before school started."
A chorus of cheers erupted as the students eagerly eyed their personalized gear. All Might's voice, laced with enthusiasm, rang out once more, instructing them to suit up and assemble at Training Ground Beta.
...
A wave of vibrant hues and bold designs flooded Training Ground Beta. Each aspiring hero stood tall, their personalized costumes reflecting their unique personalities and quirks. All Might, his iconic grin radiating pride and excitement, welcomed the transformed class.
"They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen," All Might declared, his voice echoing across the training ground. "And behold, you are the proof. Take this to heart. From now on, you are all heroes in training. This is getting me all ramped up. You look so cool!"
His booming laughter filled the air, a symphony of encouragement and enthusiasm. "Should we get started? "You bunch of newbies"
Hatsuki's gaze swept across her classmates, each adorned in their unique heroic attire. A flicker of self-doubt tugged at her heart, a fleeting sense of inferiority amidst the dazzling display of costumes.
Her own costume, a creation born from her sister's artistic vision, felt somewhat underwhelming in comparison. Yet she couldn't deny a sense of satisfaction, a quiet pride in its sleek simplicity.
Kirishima, his crimson hair ablaze under the training ground's lights, approached Hatsuki with an infectious grin. "Hatsuki, your hero costume looks awesome!"
A blush crept onto Hatsuki's cheeks as she offered a grateful smile. "Huh, thank you," she murmured, a touch of self-consciousness lacing her voice.
Her costume, a testament to both functionality and style, was a second skin, a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit crafted from a lightweight yet durable material capable of withstanding the intense energy coursing through her veins. The suit's predominantly black canvas was accented with vibrant streaks of color, a mesmerizing reflection of her explosive powers.
Her signature weapons, a pair of gauntlets forged from a specialized alloy, were extensions of her will, channeling and amplifying her energy blasts with pinpoint precision. The gauntlets seamlessly extended from her wrists to her fingertips, allowing her to orchestrate a symphony of controlled destruction.
Completing her ensemble was a sleek visor, a protective shield against the blinding glare of her own energy blasts. Its transparent material ensured unobstructed vision, enabling her to manipulate her powers with unwavering focus.
All Might's booming voice filled the air, commanding the attention of the eager students. "Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training."
A buzz of excitement rippled through the class as Ida, clad in his sleek hero costume, raised his hand in question. "Sir, this is the same fake city from the entrance exam. Does that mean we will be conducting urban battles again?" Hatsuki couldn't help but admire Ida's impressive attire.
All Might responded. "Not quite. I'm going to move you two steps ahead." His voice took on a more serious tone, the weight of his words settling upon the students. "Most of the villainous fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors."
A hush fell over the class as All Might's words sank in. They could almost feel the ominous atmosphere of darkened rooms and hidden lairs—the lurking presence of unseen adversaries.
"Think about it: backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs—the most intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows." All Might gestured towards the cityscape before them. "For this training exercise, you will be split into teams of two good guys and two bad guys and fight two-on-two indoor battles."
No sooner had All Might finished his explanation than a flurry of questions erupted from the class, their voices overlapping in a chorus of curiosity, excitement, and worry. Once the questions settled down, All Might began again.
All Might addressed the class, his voice resonating with the weight of their impending training exercise. "Listen up; the situation is that these villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in their hideout.
The heroes must try to foil their plans so that the goods either have to defeat the evil dorees or recover the weapon. Time is limited, and we'll choose teams by counting lots, he declared, brandishing a yellow lot box.
"Isn't there a better way?" Ida questioned
"Think about it. Pros often have to team up with other heroes from other angles on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we are seeing that here," Midoirya said.
Hatsuki agreed with Midoriya's words, but when she thought about the possibility of random pairings, a knot of unease knotted in her stomach. Her thoughts were centered on the one person she was fervently hoping to avoid: Bakugou.
Since middle school, there has been a chasm of unspoken words and unresolved tension in their relationship. not that they are close to begin with; she just thought he was intimidating a bit.
She thought to herself, steeling her nerves for the imminent moment, "I must brace myself for the possible inevitable."