Yo, let's start this shall we?
Song for Part 1 as a whole is the First Opening from The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel (The first) called Pulse Towards Tomorrow (? Need some clarification) either way I started the series recently, about 5 hours in to the first game and it's very good so far.
So here we go!
Summary:
I got in, despite the odds, to UA Hero High School! What seemed like a fever dream was more then that, it was a reality! I'd save all my friends and family, save 1A from ruin with the power of three energy can green bull's, a quick speed-run of a random game and reading some manga. That was my vow. Buuuuuuuuuuut... I kinda forgot how hard it was trynna make new friends, especially with hotheads, people who don't respond and super cheerful girls.
Izuku Midoriya was in a rush.
On one hand, he got it, he achieved one of his many dreams - Going to UA! The same high school All Might studied at, one of the best school's for heroics in the entire of Japan! Not only had he gotten in with a good score (Despite his initial doubts) he was placed in the Hero course! 'I've really made it,' He thought to himself as he entered the tall building. 'This is my first step to becoming a hero!'
His uniform felt heavy on him, yet unsurprisingly, it felt right. Because he did deserve to be there, after all the months of training, after all the months of hard work he put in he managed to achieve the previously impossible, he did manage to use One For All to get in. '1A, 1A, 1A.' He muttered internally, looking for his classroom. "This place is huge," He found himself saying, running around the corridors.
He panted as he rested in front of the door, 1A being painted on it in bright yellow, it easily being over triple his height - And even more! "Found it..." Izuku said to himself. He was excited to open the door, to see who would be inside.
Would it be that nice girl, that offered up her points?
Or would it be that loud tall scary boy, with engines for legs?
Or would it be Kacchan?
'Those scary guys... I hope they are in another class.' His hands trembled as he opened the massive door slightly, taking a peek inside only to be greeted by three people arguing. "Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A. before us, as well as the craftsmen who made the desk!" Yelled the tall, scary boy with glasses.
A familiar blond cockily smirked in response as he screamed back "Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?" The light blue, or silver haired by snorted as he interjected between the two. "Can't you both shut the fuck up? You're pissing me off already, it's early in the morning." He was eating a few sweets, which was quite odd since it was early in the morning.
"Huh? Who asked you? And why are you swearing, you shitty extra?" Kacchan screeched, his hands coming up as if he was ready to fight the other boy. "You wanna fight, huh?" The silver haired boy threw a sweet from the packet at Kacchan, telling him to catch like a good dog. This infuriated the blonde boy to no end as he stood up, marching towards the other boy's desk.
"Huh, you wanna go you fucking extra?!" Izuku was trembling in his feet, Kacchan was scary, especially when angry. It meant that his heart was pumping more, that meant his glands produced more sweat which in direction to his Quirk produced more powerful explosions -, "Jeez, it's not even been a hour and you already want to fight hotshot." The silver haired boy muttered, standing up.
He was... short.
Shorter than Kacchan, who stood at five foot eight, Izuku argued that the silver haired boy was five foot five, or at least close to it. But that arguably made him more scarier as head butted Kacchan screaming "I hate bastards like you that don't understand that some of us are trying to sleep here!" Kacchan, his face covered by his hair grinned more furiously as he repaid the boy with his own headbutt.
"Oh yeah, you shitty extra! You sure you wanna do this!" However, they both stopped trying to fight each other when the tall, scary boy with glasses approached Izuku. "You!" He said. "My name is Tenya Iida, you perceived the true nature of that practical exam, while I did not. I misjudged you, and I hate to admit it but you were the superior candidate." The now identified Iida said with a twinge of bitterness.
'I didn't perceive anything' The greenette thought to himself.
"Deku," Kacchan growled, getting more and more agitated by the moment as the silver haired boy started to eat his sour flavoured sweets again, a curious look on his face. "That curly hair..." A familiar voice shouted from behind Izuku. "Ah, it's the plain boy!" Izuku turned around, smiling slightly as he was faced by that nice girl from the exam. 'She's too cute in that uniform...' Izuku mused to himself, before quickly shoving those thoughts away.
"You go in! Just like Present Mic said! Makes sense though, that punch was awesome!" Izuku rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment as he replied "No! I mean, I have to thank you for speaking on my behalf... I... well," From the corner of his eye, he could see Kacchan giving him the stink eye, clearly still in deep thought about the conversation they had after school a few weeks back.
For Izuku, it was rough. But he stood up to Kacchan, he said that he was going to be a hero and that surprised the blonde, so much so that until now he had completely ignored him. "So we have got our entrance ceremony and guidance sessions today, yeah? I wonder what our teacher will be like, boy am I nervous," The girl exclaimed, getting too close for Izuku's comfort.
"Oi, if you're hear to socialise then get out."
Everyone in the class stared at the man on the floor, wrapped up in a what seemed like a cocoon. It made Izuku shudder... just who was he? "This is the hero course," The man explained, standing up from the floor. "It took you more then eight seconds to quite down, highly irrational when you realise time is a precious resource..." He said, staring more intently at some certain individuals.
"Eating sweets in class, what are you a kid?" He asked the silver haired boy. "Nah, it's for my Quirk." Was the reply he got. "Maybe you were allowed to give off lies like that in your previous school, Yamazaki, but I know your Quirk and no where does it say on your form that it requires you to scoff down sweets." The silver haired boy pouted as he put the remaining snacks in his bag.
The man then studied the rest of the class. "I'm your homeroom teacher for the foreseeable future, Shota Aizawa, pleased to meet you."
'He's our homeroom teacher?!'
Chapter
Eight
'Eat something sour when you're tired'
I sighed.
I arrived to school an hour early, and this was what I got? Engine boy, analysing the floor as he remarked that many heroes had been in our class, vowing to take up the mantle of the next generation. That frankly had put me half to sleep, if it wasn't for some of the other students, I would have probably jumped from the window. Alas, at least Jiro was here, grinning sheepishly from a distance.
She was already speaking to some girls, a pink skinned looking alien, and some dark haired beauty that looked way out of my league. Knowing my luck, that probabaly was the case. Luckily, the two boys that sat next to me seemed cool enough. In front of me was a blonde boy, with a single black streak in his hair. "Yo," I greeted. He waved friendly back at me.
"I'm Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you." He said, shaking my hand. "Sora Yamazaki, call me Sora, and same here. It's crazy huh, I mean this building. I nearly got lost three times." I said. Kaminari laughed as he agreed. "Yeah, it's so massive I thought i'd end up half way across Japan. So... uhm, Sora, why'd you come here?" He asked me. I grinned, starting out with the big questions, eh?
"Everyone always wanted be to be a hero, I had the talent for it, realised I could protect everyone I care about if I did. You?" I asked. My answer was standard, and not technically a lie, going to U.A. meant that I could protect them all, but that I could also protect 1A's students. "Heh," He replied, not looking my eyes. "Hearing that makes me feel kinda bad. I've always wanted to be a hero, but knowing about the money and fame that comes into play, it made me want to do it even more. Plus the amount of babes on offer is super cool."
"Did someone say babes?" That was the second boy seated next to me, this time directly on my left. He was short, much shorter then me and had purple balls for a hair style, along with some freckles and a weird look on his face. "Yeah, the hero industry attracts a lot of babes." He remarked. I nodded. "Mmh, especially some like Lady Nagant, or Ryukyu." I added.
"Oh, but wwhat about Mount Lady?" The shorter boy asked, a dream like look appearing on his face. "I personally don't like her, she's too flashy." I replied. Kaminari and the other boy looked at me as if I'd grown another head. "What, that's what makes her good!? Flaunting it directly in the camera's, that's what makes her big!" I snorted. "Yeah, but Mount Lady doesn't have the same appeal as say Midnight, now does she?"
The shorter boy started to grin as he high five me. "Ah, I didn't know I was in the presence of a fellow connoisseur." I blushed slightly. I wouldn't go that far, I was just interested in how that side of the industry was in a heroic Japan, especially with heroes like Midnight, who certainly did not disappoint. "Minoru Mineta," He greeted me. I grinned, I was already making progress.
"Yeah, but what about the Wild Wild Pussycats? They have some good members?" Kaminari added. Mineta agreed, and frankly so did I. "Yes, Mandalay and Pixie Bob are very nice looking, especially Pixie Bob." Kaminari elbowed me, his eyebrows rising. "Ryukyu and Pixie Bob eh? I'm starting to think you might be attracted to blondes." I blushed slightly. Well blonde did come close to looking a lot like orange in some cases-,
"But he doesn't like Mount Lady?" Mineta said. I shook my head. "Now, now. It's not like I don't like Mount Lady, rather I don't think her personality is rather that good." Mineta scowled. "But you don't know her!" Kaminari smirked as he replied, "Yeah but knowing her breast size doesn't mean you know her either." Mineta feigned rather hurt for a second, before quickly accepting defeat.
"Nothing like discussing girls to bring men together, eh?" I remarked with a smile. "Boys." A voice corrected me. Turning around to see the highly disgusted face of Jiro staring holes into me, alongside Kaminari and Mineta would haunt my dreams for a long time. "Ugh, and here I thought you weren't a pervert." I spluttred at the notion, me? A pervert? "Uhm, well Jiro, c'mon now. Aren't you being a little too harsh on your buddy for a year now?" I tried to say.
But a well timed jab to my arm by her ears kept me away. "I don't know any trash like you," was the reply she gave me, staring into the distance as if she had lost a friend to war, faking wiping away tears. "Oh, how do I explain it to his family? Death by perversion. What a bad way to die." Kaminari and Mineta looked at me apologetically, bowing their heads slightly as the said a few words.
"Even though I just met him, he seemed like a great guy." Kaminari said. "Despite his blasphemous act of not liking Mount Lady, he was pretty cool." Said Mineta. Scowling, I threw a sweet at the both of them. "Oi, oi, don't speak like I'm dead. It's bad luck." Jiro's eyebrows raised slightly higher than before, probably in amusement as she asked me if I was afraid of ghosts. "Ghosts? Hell no. Who's afraid of ghosts? They don't exist, but theoretically, if they did exist, I mean wouldn't that be kinda scary... Like not that I'm afraid of them or anything." I replied.
Neither of them looked impressed.
"Oh come on, why would I be afraid of ghosts?" Kaminari shrugged his shoulders, Jiro looked uninterested while Mineta's eyes flashed brightly, as if he had found out some revolutionary idea. "Hey guys," He said excitedly. "What if there were ghost girls-," He wasn't allowed to finish his thoughts as I shoved the packet of sweets in my hand down his throat.
"Oh would you look at that," I said patting his back. "Mineta's choking out, someone call an nurse or something. It looks serious." The smaller boy looked at me confused, but I merely smiled back at him. Eventually, with the help of a few of our classmates, Mineta was eventually fine. Although I got a stern talking to from engine boy. "What you just did could be counted as a federal crime! Hey! Are you even listening to me?"
No, currently I was scratching my arm. It was quite itchy, plus my nose felt like it was runny - I didn't want to look dirty or anything of the sorts on my first day as I reached into my bag to get some tissues despite the incessant shouting from the taller boy. "Tch. Shut up, won't you?" Came an angry shout from a blonde boy, not Kaminari. I mean even I could tell who he was, arrogant posture and look on his face that promised a world of pain.
Katsuki Bakugo, resident tsundere/Micheal Bay's wet dream.
"How dare you talk to your classmates in that way!" Came the reply from engines, his mouth frothing at such a thing occuring in his presence. I rolled my eyes, this wasn't the Iida I remembered. Didn't he like try to kill a villain or something? It felt like a far cry from this glorified teachers pet in front of me, who was arguing with Bakugo over the position of his feet on the table.
I looked around, everyone was either too shy or afraid to but in on the loud argument between the two. Mineta's reaction made me laugh slightly, trying to cower behind his desk at the sight of Bakugo's face, Kaminari looked slightly pale as well. Jiro was trying her best not to roll her eyes, giving me a knowing look, as if she expected me to get involved.
Well she was right as I felt the sudden need to tell them to shut the fuck up.
From the corner of my eye, I could see a familiar green haired boy walk in. Izuku Midoriya, the hero of this story, and All Might's student, as well as the holder for... for... One For All. And here he was, looking about a few centimetres taller then me, also a nervous wreck. Luckily I had another packet of sweets to satiate my need for sugar. It was like an addiction at this point, Japanese sweets were just on a different level.
Eventually, our damned teacher had to show up, as well as give me a stern warning to not eat sweets in front of him. He looked more like an Anpan fan, probably disliking sweet packets preferring to go down the traditional route of sweet rolls. That was slightly disappointing. I mean sure, Shota Aizawa is cool and all, but his entrance was kind of underwhelming.
Though it looked like everyone else in my class disagreed with my statement, they all looked like they had shit their pants twice. "Pst," Kaminari whispered to me. "Don't look like that, you look as if you want to start a fight with him Our teacher sure looks scary." I shrugged my shoulders. "I'd rather not fight him, it means that I would actually have to try. Not to suggest that I can beat him, even if I tried I'd still lose, but rather I'll try and get my ass kicked."
He nodded in understanding, or what I think was understanding. "Alright class, grab these and come with me." Aizawa said, pointing at the P.E. kit, blue and white just like I vaguely remember. "But sensei," Someone complained. "Don't we have to go too orientation?" He shrugged his shoulders as he didn't answer, choosing to walk out the class, staring at me for a split-second.
He definitely didn't like me, or was wary of me for some odd reason. Did he not trust me? Did he hate my sweets? What was wrong with him?!
"C'mon dude, you don't wanna get in more trouble already, do you?" Kaminari said as he stood up from his desk, grabbing his P.E. uniform. I nodded. Yes, I just needed to make him reevaluate his opinion on me. That's not hard right?
Right?
Judging from how far behind we were before Kaminari started panting heavily, causing me to wait for him, my impression in our teacher's books was only going to dip further. "Go man, don't," Huff. "Don't wait for me." I rolled my eyes at the blonde boy. "You sound like a stupid, gum-chewing Kyoto girl on her phone telling her boyfriend to go on the restaurant alone while she's cheating on him." Kaminari stared right at my eyes, blankly, as he responded, "You're so stupid! That's not just Kyoto girls, that's all girls, and some boys. This is why you aren't popular with the ladies."
I rolled my eyes, stepping closer towards him. "You little... ahem, you bastard! If it wasn't for my naturally wavy hair, I'd definitely have a girlfriend or two by now, I'm not some sad sack like you that desperately clings out boys cause he can't get their attention." Kaminari smirked. "Oh? What kind of teenager blames their hair for not getting a girlfriend, how depraved are you of female attention to go that far. What are you a man-child?"
"Oh Kaminari, I didn't know you knew the meaning of depraved! I thought you were just a fool." I joked.
"Who you calling a fool, fool?!" He replied.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO MORONS TALKING ABOUT?!" Jiro screamed, her ear lobes poking both me and Kaminari on the arm. "Jeez, not even an hours on the first day and you've already annoyed me Yamazaki, not to mention you now have a partner in crim for your stupidity." She whined, glaring at Kaminari. "Here I thought we could have a nice chill day, but you two have already ruined it."
Kaminari brushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked sheepishly to the floor. "Ah, my bad." I snorted, clasping his shoulder lightly. "Don't apologise to her, she's always like this. Within the next scene, she'll be happy and discussing music or something." She looked unimpressed as she walked past as, ignoring me, bit even I could see the corner of her mouth twitching up.
"Heh, you know maybe you should be a chameleon." Kaminari said. "It's comedian dumbass." I replied. He shook his head. "No, no, It's chameleon. I'm sure of it." I rolled my eyes, Denki Kaminari was stupid. Bit from the grin on his face, he was just joking around. Friendly, likes my jokes, and is in my class? What more could I ask from a friend. I pulled out my phone as I handed it to him.
"Here." I said.
"Oh you shouldn't, I already have a phone. A newer model too, and what is this? A cracked screen?" My eyebrows twitched. Heh, I sure hope his stupidity isn't contagious. "Idiot, put your phone number in. Shouldn't friends speak to each other?" He laughed as he replied, "Friends? We just met. You sure go fast, maybe this is why you have no girlfriend."
I felt a vein pop out, or what I assumed to be a vein. He was clueless, utterly clueless with no tact whatsoever. I mean who replies like that?!
But as he typed his number into my phone, a small smile could be seen as he handed it back to me.
"But you don't seem like a bad person," He added, grinning as he finally said. "So friends it is!"
"Your late." Was Aizawa's reaction, looking at the pair of us as if we had killed his cat or something. I mean, maybe we did? I hope not, but I did hate cats - And if Kaminari also hated cats, maybe that was why. "Ah, my apologies teach," I started. "Simply put, we got lost on the road of life."
Silence.
Around the class was a variety of different reactions, firstly Jiro and the dark haired beauty were trying not to laugh (And failing spectacularly), Bakugo looked thoroughly annoyed as his eyes promised a world of pain, Iida looked disappointed, Bird-man looked like he had found a fellow partner in philosophy, Mineta and tape-elbow man were looking at us like a pair of badasses, beside me Kaminari looked horrified and wanted to go on the ground and apologise.
The rest were torn between amusement, and downright disgust (Or indifference judging from Todoroki's reaction, the boy with candy cane hair looking the same as before.) Aizawa spectacularly did not react, he wasn't angry nor disappointed. I couldn't read his emotions at all (Not like I could read them in the first place). "...Right. Anyways, now that you're here everyone get changed and head out to the field. Boys on the right, girls on the left."
We split up as he told us, going into the changing rooms.
"Wohoooo, finally in the changing rooms!" Kaminari screamed as soon as we got inside. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Came the angry shout from Bakugo, who looked at the fellow blonde murderously. "Ah, I think Kacchan is trying to say that it's j-just a changing room." Midoriya said, Iida nodding. "Yes, I must agree with Midoriya. There is no need to get excited over a changing room, have you ever not been in one before?"
Kaminari giggled as he replied, "Of course I have! The changing rooms are the best part, I mean you can fight whoever you want, talk about anything you want. It's amazing." I decked the blonde boy in the back of the head, hoping his brain would become undamadged or something. "Idiot, why would these people be excited over a changing room like you?" I said.
"I mean look, we have angry man, teachers pet, stutters and indifferent man," I explained, pointing at Bakugo, Iida, Midoriya and Todoroki. "Tell me, with these four do you really think we'll have a traditional boy's changing room." Midoriya looked confused, doubting himself slightly as he spoke up "U-Uhm, e-excuse me, b-but what d-do you mean by t-traditional changing room?"
Oh god, I didn't know what was going to kill him faster, One For All or me. That stutter was beyond annoying. "C'mon, you telling me you haven't experienced a traditional boy's changing room in your life?" Midoriya shook his head. Iida also looked intrigued, asking Kaminari to explain whole Bakugo had already left, growling as he slammed the door. "What a tsundere," I whispered, causing Kaminari to grin at me.
"Oh dude, why didn't I think of that?" I shrugged my shoulders. Kaminari turned back to Midoriya and Iida, the former having brought out pen and paper for some odd reason. "Simply put, a traditional boy's changing room is a lot of fun. Sometimes, we'd try to break the roof of the changing room to see what is on top, or throw people's clothes in the showers to see if the showers work. Hell, sometimes we'd even use our belts to whip each other."
Midoriya looked terrified at the idea, and Iida looked furious at such a thing taking place as he started to lecture Kaminari on the school rules. I tuned him out. He really was annoying, I mean what a rule mongrel, or was it rule monger? Meh, who cares. "Calm down Iida-san," I said, adding the 'san' to hopefully calm him down completely. "I'm sure Kaminari meant it as a joke."
"Well still, it isn't a funny joke. Most of those things involve damage of school property, or even bullying." He explained. A red haired boy next to him nodded his head. "Yeah, that sounds super un-manly. I thought a traditional boys changing room was seeing who could do the most push ups and sit ups when changing." Mineta shook his head, adding "No guys, it's about discussing the girls in our class and their measurements."
Me and Kaminari gave each other a plain look, before nodding as we grabbed Mineta and threw him in the showers.
"H-Hey guys, what the hell?! I thought we were friends when we discussed porn-," I turned on the showers, very hot, turning the faucet as fast as I could. "Oh look guys, Mineta is having a shower. Maybe we should leave him be." Iida however grabbed both me and Kaminari's arm, gripping us tightly as he asked, "Mineta didn't mean pornographic videos or pictures, correct?"
He looked severely disturbed.
If this wasn't so cliche, or if he didn't take himself seriously, then I'd tell him that yes, we were. However, so far Iida seemed like the type of person to not only tell Aizawa in what happened here, but also warn the girls about us. Simply put, he seemed like a snitch. Kaminari looked at me in fear, "Oh shoot," He whsipered to me. "We are done, aren't we?"
No, no Kaminari, I won't allow you to give up hope so soon.
"No Iida-san, Mienta was referring to PORN, aka the People's Opulent Riding Narration, a racing game featuring, uhm, expensive cars." Kaminari looked at me as if I'd grown two heads, maybe even three, but he nonetheless nodded. "That's right, Mineta there said he much preferred a Lambo in the game, whole Yamazaki-, Sora here said he much preferred a Toyota AE60."
Iida nodded, relaxing his grip on our arms, smiling at the both of us. "Ah, how wonderful! I didn't expect you three to be discussing cars, what an amazing way of bonding. My apologies, I was merely ensuring that nothing immoral was being discussed." I stared blankly at the taller boy. The only unmoral person here was him, I bet Midoriya over there had half the mind to go into the corner and whack one off just thinking about Ururaka, or maybe one of Bakugo if he swung that way.
"Oi, are you done in there?" Came Aizawa's voice. Iida bade us a farewell as he left the changing rooms, leaving only Kaminari, Midoriya, Bird-man, Mineta and me. The rest having already left. Midoriya particularly looked nervous. "Hey," I said to him. "Relax, you look like you're going to spontaneously combust over there. Midoriya, right?" He nodded. "Y-Yeah, t-that's me."
"My name is Sora Yamazaki, you can call me Sora. And that applied to you, bird-man," I said, waving at the fellow bird-man. He nodded towards us as he replied "Fumikage Tokoyami, a pleasure to meet you." I nodded as Kaminari also introduced himself in a friendly way.
"Uhm, can you guys let me out now?" Mineta cried out.
Oh right, we threw him in the shower.
Aizawa sighed as he took a good look at me, telling the rest of us boys to get lined up. "All right, now your all here let me explain why you aren't at the entrance ceremony," He said, as bored as ever. Or how I remember him to sound like, it had been a few years since I last saw or read about Erasurehead. "U.A. is known for its 'freestyle' educational system, that applies to us teachers as well."
Around the class, some students like Ururaka and Midoriya were confused, and it was shown on they're faces. To be fair, if I didn't know what was going to happen, I too would be confused. Kaminari next to me probably didn't understand what he meant, which also was okay. "Soft-bat throwing, the standing long jump, fifty metre dash, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper body training and seated toe touch," Aizawa listed, making sure that our attention never left him.
"You all did these in middle school, yes? Your standard non-Quirks allowed gym tests?" Maybe, I didn't exactly go to physical education during middle school. Since I was on the football team, they allowed me to focus on that instead if I wasn't bunking the lesson completely. But judging from everyone else nodding, I was the odd one out. "This country still insists in prohibiting Quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational, the Department of Education is just procrastinating."
Ooh, look here, we have a cynic.
"Bakugo," Aizawa said, holding out a soft-ball. "How far could you throw in middle school he asked?" Bakugo cockily grinned as he replied "Sixty seven metres." Aizawa handed him the ball, as he pointed to a small white painted circle on the floor. "Great, now try it with your Quirk. Do whatever you need to do, just don't leave the circle." Bakugo grinned as he stretched his arms slightly, and whispered "Awesome," loud enough for me to hear.
"Give it all you've got." Was the last thing Aizawa said as Bakugo's arm laughed forward, with a massive explosion coming from his hands as he yelled "DIE!" The ball flew from his hands as Bakugo grinned triumphantly at our teacher. Bah, I could do better in my sleep... I think. "It's important for us to know our limits." Aizawa explained as he held out the device in his hand.
Seven hundred and five metres, impressive. Judging by the yells of "Manliness!" and Kaminari whistling, it was an achievement to behold. But eying Ururaka, I knew it wouldn't be the most impressive. "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be." Cheers of excitement ran throughout the class, even Kaminari got swept up in it as he yelled "Awesome!"
"...Awesome?" Aizawa questioned. I rolled my eyes, here came the generic sensei speech about the dangers. Blah blah, hero work isn't awesome, blah blah, people die, blah blah person with lowest scores will be expelled. Honestly, if he had grey hair and a missing eye I would feel right at home if I pulled out my Chidori. "Yamazaki, you look particularly bored, care to explain why?"
How irrational, he was calling me out.
He must particularly dislike my presence.
The rest of the class turned to me, some confused as they were previously whining about how unfair expelling someone was. I shrugged my shoulders as I yawned slightly. I wasn't intimidated by Aizawa, I was going to be a hero to make Miwa happy, I was going to protect Class 1A, and everyone I care about. "Not really sir, it's just that I don't really care."
Silence.
Aizawa snorted as he brushed his hair away from his face. "Yeah, we'll see how much you don't care when you get expelled." He emphasised on the expelled bit, hoping it would make me break or something, but it didn't work. Hah. "Your fates are in our hands now. Welcome to the hero course!" He started us of with the first event, the fifty metre dash. I was paired with Kaminari, who wished me luck.
This was easy, all I had to do form Nimbus, and ride it to the finish line. While others like Iida had like three point zero four seconds on the clock, I wasn't aiming to beat them. Nah, four point eight seconds sounds like a good time. Lo and behold, once I jumped on Nimbus and flew my way to victory I achieved four point eight three.
Next was the grip test, again, I wasn't particularly looking to win like octopus-man, who managed to achieve five hundred and forty, instead I opted for one hundred, even with my Quirk. The long jump came next, which allowed me to clear the entire thing easily as I jumped on Nimbus, and hovered across bored. It amused me as I saw everyone trying their hardest, sweat glistening on their foreheads as they concentrated.
Side stepping was much the same, using Nimbus to make it all easier, however surprisingly Mineta did the best in this event. Although I suppose with his sticky balls, it made sense. Finally we arrived at the fifth event, the ball throw. Ururaka had surprised everyone (Minus me) by attaining an infinity, throughly pissing of Bakugo which brought a smile to my face.
Surprisingly, I was told to go last, Midoriya going ahead of me. From the corner of my eye, seeing the Symbol of Peace and Justice hide behind a corner to watch his student made me giggle. So much so, Jiro had to slap my back hard in order to make sure I wasn't choking. "Jeez, and here I 'am worrying about you when I'm supposed to be worrying about myself." She complained.
I rolled my eyes at her antics. "Nah, your good. Just continue to try your hardest, and you'll be fine." She frowned as she replied, "Your awfully optimistic for someone who 'doesn't care.'" We watched as Izuku failed to use his Quirk, Aizawa having erased it as he berated the green haired boy. "Well I don't, what Aizawa says to me has no barring on if I'm going to become a hero."
She snorted as she hit my head lightly. "You know, sometimes you can really be dense. Saying you don't care mocks everyone else here who does care. They don't know you like me, so they might be turned off by your actions. Unlike that blonde dolt who's practically now atached to you, he rest aren't idiots." I shrugged my shoulders. I'd protect them, even if they didn't like me.
But I'm willing to bet they do, judging from Izuku's satisfied face as he finally used his Quirk, this time on his finger to smash the ball forward, surprising both Bakugo and our teacher. "Your next, good luck." Jiro said to me. I laughed. "I don't need luck." Passing by the rest of the class was a slog, but hearing some say good luck to me did make me grin even more.
"Stop grinning, you're doing test." Aizawa said to me, handing a soft-ball. "Maybe you should start to grin more, maybe you won't look so homeless." Was my reply. He didn't reply, but seeing some of the faces of my fellow classmates from the corner of my eye painted the picture clearly. For whatever reason, there was tension between Aizawa and I. I tossed the straight up in the air, as I felt Nimbus appear behind me.
"I' am the bone of my Cloud..." I yelled. Man, if only I could see how cool I looked from someone else's perspective. A Cloud version of a bow and arrow formed in my hands, the ball now falling fast to the ground. "Unlimited Cloud Works!" I said as I let the Cloud arrow go, piercing the ball as it flew through the field, landing on the other side after a few seconds.
The machine in Aizawa's hands said six hundred and seventeen metres. I grinned, this was too easy. "Again," My teacher said. I blinked. "Pardon?" He gave me another ball, pushing me back into the circle, the other students looking just as confused as I was. "I said do it again, this tome actually try." Aizawa said, his eyes flashing dangerously red as his hair flew up slightly. "This time, instead of half assing it like the rest of your events, use your Quirk to it's fullest."
The reaction annoyed me. The students broke out into whispers, some looked at me in surprise, while others looked at me in disgust and anger. "He wasn't trying? What the hell?" Bakugo screamed. Others looked put down, especially invisible girl as she muttered, "Even him not trying is better than me trying my hardest." Tch, why'd Aizawa have to go and reveal me?
I shrugged my shoulders, I just have to play it cool. "Oh? How do you know I wasn't trying my hardest sensei." I replied, hoping to get a reaction out of the older man. That really pissed me off, I just wanted to pass this exam. Not put any expectations on myself, not sell myself as a genius or something. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially when Shota Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, and many other geniuses were in my class.
I wasn't a monster like them.
"Because, Yamazaki, you never put down a drawback to using your Quirk as it's range, so why couldn't have you used your Nimbus to simply float it to the atmosphere, similar to Ururaka's throw, hm?" I clicked my tongue, he got me there... Wait, I could have done that?! Ah, but it wouldn't have looked cool. Well, I wasn't going to let him win this one. "Why? How about I wasn't bothered."
Silence.
"What you don't think I can't see behind the true purpose of this test?" I joked, I really hope our teacher took this bait. "Please, go 'Plus Ultra!' You just threatened to expel us as a motivation, not like you'd actually go through with it. Apparently you expelled a class last year, I sincerely doubt you'd be able to get away with that this year." I said, staring directly at Todoroki.
Yeah, no way was U.A. not going to teach Todoroki, why allow their rival school scoop up a talent like the son of the number two hero. "I simply made the sacrifice of not putting my one hundred percent to this test, is that so wrong?" No, I wasn't wrong. I wasn't trying tp prove anything, just ensure that I stay in Class 1A, just ensure that I can become a hero to protect them, this wasn't anything to do with protecting them.
I didn't need to know my limits because I was never going to surpass them, never going to have to near them in this situation. I was going to protect everyone by preventing future events, and if needed to be then I'd fight my hardest. A test like this served no purpose. "Oh? Is that so?" Aizawa replied. "It's irrational to think that what you 'sacrificed' is anything other than you being lazy, you can lace your words with as much fluff as you want. I. Can. See. Through. Them. You don't know the meaning of sacrifice, so stop acting smart, stop acting like this and complete the test to your fullest potential, or else I'll have you kicked out of the hero course before lunch."
I snorted as I snatched the ball from his hands. Bastard. Didn't he understand? No, how could he. He was against me from the very start, something between us that just doesn't click. And yet here he was, talking about rationality, like a hypocrite when he couldn't act rational towards his own student. I summoned my Nimbus as I threw the ball, the Cloud chasing after it as it scooped it up and flew towards the atmosphere.
"There," I sneered. "Beyond plus ultra right? My limits have been tested. Happy?" He gave me a small smile as he whispered to me, "Sort out your attitude and you could make a fine Hero. Saving people... it requires something more than just whatever you thought it needed. Because one day your laziness is going to cost someone close to you their life, and the only one you'll be blaming is yourself."
I huffed as I rejoined the rest of the students.
Sure, I was stupid right then and there. Backchatting to Aizawa, telling half lies, it was all in the heat of the moment. Did I regret it? No. I was going to save everyone, trying my maximum in a ball throw was just a waste of time. Obviously, in a real situation I'd try...
But Aizawa was right.
USJ, that was coming up soon. I couldn't forget about what Jiro's vision had shown me, a dead body. Multiple in USJ because of my changes, and I needed to change that. I snorted, back then in the ball throw I acted like a piece of shit, going back to my old ways. Well, sort of. "Yo," I said rather loudly to everyone. I scracthed the back of m head. I didn't mean for it to be that loud.
"Uhm, sorry for what just happened. Needless to say I didn't mean to spit on any of your determination or anything like that, so I'd like to apologise to you all if I came across like that. I can't promise that I'll try my hardest every time, but I'm not going to half ass it. Plus Ultra, right?" I saw Aizawa grin at me from the corner of my eye, as Midoriya nodded.
"Y-yeah, Plus Ultra!" Midoriya said. Iida nodded as he accepted my apology, the rest did the same apart from Bakugo and Todoroki, who were screaming murder at me for not taking him seriously and trying to ignore me. I smiled.
I would protect them all, no matter the cost.
Shota Aizawa felt tired.
Well he always felt tired after the first day of school each academic year, but this year especially was turning out to be filled with problem child after problem child. He might as well just group them into the term 'Problem Children'. He snorted as he thought to himself, 'That sounds like a old band.' However his mood quickly changed as he though of a certain boy.
Sora Yamazaki.
He was the biggest problem child of them all, right from when he first laif eyes on him. It was hard for him not to see his eyes, despite their different colour. Oboro, while having blue coloured eyes danced around exactly like his new student's, in exactly the same way he remembered. The way they walked, joked, even sat down. It was eerily similar, at times it was like looking at a ghost.
And he was just like Oboro, both in defying authority with a strong passion, making witty remarks and what not. Even with the same attitude, and yet they somehow were even more alike, Aizawa could feel Yamazaki's dreams, he could feel them. The same dream Oboro once had, of trying to help everyone. Though unlike Oboro, Yamazaki had an edge to him.
It rubbed Aizawa of the wrong way, as if his new student was a wolf in sheep's clothing. 'No, he's just a kid.' He had to remind himself. He wasn't hiding something dark, he wasn't a villain in disguise, he was a kid that had a goal, and yet was too lazy to properly go after it. No doubt when push came to shove, Sora Yamazaki would be able to protect the people he loves the most.
But the question is how far will he willing to go in order to protect them?
Aizawa knew, oh how he knew the cold, unfiltered truth. He was filled with regrets that constantly reminded him of that truth, that no matter what he failed Oboro Shirakumo, that his own laziness led to his friend dying. But he wasn't going to let it happen again, this time he would make sure that someone like Sora Yamazaki would be fast enough. Looking at the blue haired kid, he felt a small smile tug on his face.
While he may have had a lot of regrets, it was irrational to focus on them, and not focus on the future.
Break time rang as he allowed his class to go, he quickly made his way to the staff room. "Penny for you thoughts?" A familiar voice asked. Nemuri Kayama, Midnight, was standing by the door in her usual costume. Aizawa merely blinked at her. "First of all, it's Yen, not pennies. We aren't in Britain." She pouted as she tried to jump on him. "Oh come on Shota, no need to act like that."
He walked past her in an effort to ignore her but failed as another familiar voice yelled to him, "Shota! Buddy, how's it GOING!" Present Mic greeted him, loud as ever. "Hizashi," He began. "Why are you being so loud?" Aizawa asked with a smirk as he sat down on the couch. "What do you mean? I'm always this loud!" Was the reply he got. Nemuri nodded as she wrapped her arm around him.
"Mmh, don't you enjoy it when he's loud?" She added sedcitviely. Aizawa snorted. "So, c'mon buddy! Tell us what happened!" Hizashi said excitedly. Aizawa turned around to make sure the door was properly closed as he said, "It's okay to drop the act, no one is listening." Within seconds, the mood of the room changed. "They are serious,' Aizawa noted.
"So," Nemuri said. "Is he who we think he is?" She asked. Aizawa shrugged his shoulders. "If he's his son, we don't know yet. Even if we get a blood sample, I don't even know if U.A. has a DNA example of Oboro to compare it too. But... they look and act the same. Sometimes it feels like Oboro quite literally was resurrected. The and again, it could just be a coincidence."
Hizashi frowned. "We all know you don't like coincidences Shota. How was the kid?" Aizawa grinned as he thought back to the ball throw. "Witty. He's willing to tell half truths and lies, and he likes to appear 'cool'. Flashy as well. But he seems like a good kid, I could read that he wanted to protect everyone on the class. Even the ones he hadn't talked to yet, and that takes something."
Nemuri sat down next to him as she said, "And judging by your demeanour he tried to argue with you, am I right?" He nodded. "Mmh, he tried to half ass the test. If it wasn't for me he would have gotten a solid tenth position, middle of the class. With my forcing him near the end, he got to eighth, but I do wonder how he would have fared if he gave it his maximum. His Quirk, despite being simple, is used in creative ways. Just by looking at his entrance exam in the practical, the amount of different attacks he performed were while small in number, highly adaptable. He could tear, rip and reach, and today he used a bow and arrow. A bow and arrow. It's rather similar to one of his fellow classmates Quirk, Creation, only he is only limited by his creativity."
Hizashi whistled, while Nemuri licked her lips.
"At first I ignored him, tried to act cold to him, but that quickly failed. Sora Yamazaki is a problem child and a half, but he's also interesting in a way I can't really explain. It would be irrational if we didn't help him, even if he's not related to Oboro in anyway, what we are looking at is the potential next All Might if he choses to be so, not in power, but in pure adaptability. The next Symbol of Peace and Justice, who can use their Quirk in any situation. That's a hero you can't refuse."
I sighed. After my apology, the rest of the class seemed to warm up to me. Jiro and Kaminari treated me as always (More so in Jiro's case, Kaminari just didn't really care since he was lazy as well.) Ultimately, we went back to lesson for our third period, which was English with Present Mic. He looked at me, both conflicted and interested, which was annoying me more and more.
What was I, a test subject for the teachers here to study?
Well either way, English was an easy subject for me given my past life. I quickly fell asleep as he discussed grammar and what not, chances are I spoke better English than he did. But oh well, that just meant an easier school life. "Yamazaki," I was awoken to Present Mic asking me a question. "Can you please read this sentence out to the class?" I sighed.
"Yes sir. 'Sara felt sad as she remembered that she left her stove on, rushing back to her home only ti find it burned to ashes. Curiously, she asked the firefighters as to where the fire started, and as predicted it started from the kitchen. Sara then broke into tears.'" A small round of applause for reading it out loud as Present Mic gave me a massive thumbs up.
"SUPERB! Nice job YAMAZAKI!" He yelled, causing my cover my ears slightly. He was extremely loud, to the point of being obnoxious. "Pst," A voice whispered to me. It was Kaminari, who was on his phone. "Check your phone." He whispered to me, as I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Usually, we were supposed to turn out phones off, but only the super hardcore rule followers did that.
I preferred to put my phone in my right pocket, it was extremely eas to pull out and put away. Seeing that Kaminari sent me something, I opened my phone and clicked on his notification. He had sent me a video of an edit of Present Mic screaming so loud it make someone's ear's bleed, which made me snort. I liked the video he sent as I saved it ob my phone.
That was quite funny.
Kaminari: Huh? C'mon, you can't tell me it wasn't funny
You: Oh it was
Huh?! Why am I on the right? Did the messaging up update? Usually everything was in a singular line... that was going to take some getting used to, but I shrugged my shoulders as I typed away on my phone.
You: Anyway he's really annoying huh?
Kaminari: Yeah honestly
Kaminari: I wish I could have fallen asleep like you
Kaminari: How'd you get away with it?
Kaminari: And then wake up and answer the question correctly
You: Im a prodigy
Kaminari: Pfff
Kaminari: Yeah right
Kaminari: And here I thought you was humble
You: I' am humble
You: What are you trying to insinuate?
Kaminari: Insinuate?
Kaminari: What does that mean?
Kaminari: Like insulation
You: Stop acting like an idiot
You: I'll beat you up
Kaminari: Hah
Kaiminari: Like you could
"Kaminari! Please tell me what Sara was afraid of?" Present Mic asked. Kaminari stuttered as our teacher replied "That's right listener, if you had been paying attention instead of going on your phone, maybe you could answer the question. You're phone, now. I'll give it back to you at the end of the day." He goraned as he passed his phone over,scowling slightly as he moaned to me, "Why do you get away with everything?"
I grinned.
It was lunch time and Kaminari was still groaning, complaining as he ate his food. He was sitting with me as Jiro and her new friend came over. "Yamazaki, this is Momo Yaoyorozu, Yaoyorozu this is Yamazaki." I waved at her as I said "Yo." Nice and simple. "Greetings," She said as he sat down next to Jiro, her plate filled to the brim with food. While I was modest, one bowl of rice with egg on top and a lot of sweets to compensate, she looked like she picked up a mountain or two to eat.
Though, ahem, looking at her sizes, I supposed it did make sense. "Whoah..." Kaminari said. "Are you sure you can eat all that?" Yaoyorozu nodded, her cheeks tinting slightly red as she replied "Yes, for my Quirk, Creation, it requires me to eat lots of food to keep my energy up in order to use my Quirk." I nodded. That made sense, I suppose Creation was a foil to my own Quirk. She could literally create anything with a cost, I could transform my cloud into some things but nothing like a bomb or something, and mine cost nothing.
"Yamazaki-san," Yaoyorozu spoke to me directly. "You have a very intriguing Quirk, it works very similar to mine. If I may ask, what chemical formula is your Cloud made up of, pardon, I meant to ask what exactly is your cloud structured out of." I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno." Was my response, truthfully I didn't know nor did I care. Science was the one subject I was, and still am horrible at.
"You... don't know?" I shook my head. "I'm not very good at Science, most of the stuff you said flew over my head." Kaminari laughed. "Hah, flew over your head. Like you Quirk being able to go over the top of people's heads?" I don't know what hit him first, my fist, or Jiro's earlobe, but either way he was on the floor for his terrible joke. "Pay no attention to him," I said to Yaoyorozu. "I met him today and he busts out the unfunny dad jokes. He deserved the smackdown. Anyway, yeah I'm not good with science so I had no clue that my Clouds were even made out of something."
Yaoyorozu smiled slightly as she explained that everything was made out of a chemical formula, with protons and neutrons and electrons. I stared at her, I said was bad at science, not mentally incapable of understanding it. Jiro snorted as she mocked saying, "Oh would you look at that, Sora Yamazaki, the worlds upcoming Hero not knowing what an electron is." I scowled throwing a sweet at her.
"Oi, I do know what an electron is. I bet you don't know what the One Piece is," I replied. She looked at me confused as she asked what the One Piece was, and frankly I didn't know either. "Friendship?" I thrower out. Kaminari sat up as he shook his head. "Nah, the One Piece is a one piece suit for the girls to wear at the beach." I sighed as he got hit my Jiro, again.
Yaoyorozu pitched in by asking if the One Piece was real. I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't able to see it end, but that didn't mean I couldn't make my own One Piece. "I guess this is our start, our journey." Jiro said. "To what exactly?" Yaoyorozu asked, eating her food. "A harem-," Kaminari offered, but successfully dodged Jiro's ears as he clung to me for dear life.
"CONTROL YOUR PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND!" HE cried out.
"WE AREN'T DATING!" Both me and Jiro shouted at Kaminari, who looked at us grinning as he burst out into laughter. Yaoyorozu giggled slightly at our antics as she pointed to around the lunch hall. Practically everyone was staring at our table, some joining in the laughter. Hell, even Bakugo had a grin on his face, though I don't know if that was from us or the amount of spicy food on his plate.
Eventually Jiro cracked a smile as she sat back down and ate her food in peace.
But not me. Seeing everyone's faces, from Midoriya to Tokoyami, to Mineta speaking with Tsuyu while getting slapped by her tongue, to Neito Monoma waving in my direction from his own table. It was different from the last time I went to school for the first day, this time I wasn't alone. I wasn't a thorn in anyone's side, nor was I a 'delinquent'. I wasn't a bully, nor did I treat others wrongly.
No, this was right, it felt right.
As I sat down, I could see the teachers from across the room, Aizawa nodding at me. Right, I still needed to apologise to him for being rude to him, and for being a bad student. Well for the first day at least, he probably wanted to expel me, but for some odd reason he didn't. Oh well, it's not that I minded.
"This is the start to a wonderful journey!" I said to the three people infront of me. "A journey to become a hero!" Yaoyorozu added, "And learning about science." Jiro snorted as she said, "Friendship too, that's important." Kaminari perked up as he raised up his can of soda saying in a fake deep voice, "And love!" Jiro shook her head. "No one would want to love you twerp."
"Oi, I take offence to that!"
Their antics brought a small smile to my lips as Yaoyorozu tried to play mediator, trying to stop Jiro from throttling Kaminari. Heh, it was the first day and I already made friends.
But it was true, my journey had just begun.
Sora Yamazaki, the Cloud Hero, still work in progress!
Annnnnnnd the first chapter of Part 1 has been released! Shorter then usual, but this was an introduction, some call backs and Sora falling back to his old ways slightly, before becoming a better person, slightly. It's a mirror of the first chapter, or at least how I wanted it to be. Especially the end, where he left his teachers room alone but determined, now he's sitting with people eating lunch in a new school not alone, different. Not guilty.
Also, third person will be used sparingly. Twice in this chapter, but no plans for it for the next few chapters. It'll be used only to show different perspectives (Izuku, and last chapter Aizawa) or to show reactions (This chapter Aizawa). That's it. And when it does begin, it'll be very easy to understand who's it's from as I start with their full name.
What are your thoughts? Good? Bad? Let me hear them in a review!
Now onto Yamazaki's corner (Yay)
NOTE: Jiro is not an OC, she's Kyoka Jiro, you know from cannon? Yeah that's her, headphone jack and all.
Cresenses:
Naturally you are right, it is weird.
So I would like to clear this up, just because you like a girl does not mean she will like you up, that about sums up my thoughts on this matter.
Gentleman Rance-T.M:
The Quirk is very similar, hair is interesting. I'd say it Oboro's colour, but the style is more like Gintoki's hair, as in naturally wavy (Fun reference, both Sora and Gintoki hate their hair lol). Gintoki actually has silver hair, or silvery hair rather then a light blue. But in an effort to try to be cool, Sora might every now and then call it silvery (Definitely me not being lazy).
ExBlazE:
Mmh. I agree with you completely, at first I did want to prolong Sora's realisation but quickly threw that idea in the bin. Imagine his awakening coming riight before he took the exam, it would have been 70 ish thousand words of Sora acting more supirior then everyoen as he knew the plot, and who would be important.
To me, as a reader, it would be unbearable. Not only that, but after writing like that for so long, it wouldn't make the readers kind of cheer for his change (Like i tried to do). Overall I needed him to change in the first chapter, (Something I still think could be on in the first chapter to make it better).
I hope you do stick around cause the story is going to get even more twisty and turny!
LeBomb:
Uhm... could ya at least say the cliche?
I mean what, Sora getting into UA? Him doing well in the entrance exams?
Clarification please.
Zet4:
Eh, Monoma tried to give it back, it's just Sato is a really nice guy and wanted someone else to pass. That's all there is to it.
Now Mineta is going to be a hot topic, especially with how he was handled this chapter.
Mineta is a human, you can argue he is shitty and I will not agree, but that's not the point. The point is that if you want him to get constantly bullied, or beat up because you find him annoying then you might as well as not read any further, I refuse to bash Mineta as a character as it makes ultimately why I'm pouring everything into this fic meaningless.
Will I examine Mineta? Oh absolutely, I'm not going to have him as a comic relief like Horikoshi does. Will he change? If I did so with Sora, who arguably is worse then Mineta ever will be, then of course I'm going to do the same with Mineta. And him 'passing' makes completely more sense than him not passing as Sora didn't interact with him for the timeline to be shifted that way, so why would I add a shittier character in Class B or worse, an OC, to replace him when it doesn't make sense.
So if your in the market for 'Haha, beat up Mineta', or 'Oh no, Mineta is a rapist let Aizawa throw him into prison for life' then your out of luck, turn back and don't read this.
If you want a non-cliche way of dealing with Mineta, that actually treats him like a character, then chances are you might like this. I'm not a skilled writer, so you might not like my execution of it, but might as well stay tuned.
As I said above, I refuse to downgrade my story just because people don't like a character. Even if every single one of my readers up to now drop this story, I'll still continue writing it the way I want too.
Because not doing so is a betrayal of what I promised, a betrayal to Sora's entire character, why can he, who bullied people for a stupid reason of 'not being important to the plot' and treated them less than human grow, but a horny teenager can't?
That's just poor writing, a poor story - And a poor author.
Sorry for the rant, but Mineta's treatment in this fandom is very aggravating to me.
Now, that's all folks! (Ha, see what I did there? Space Jam 2 was ass, literal garbage and I don't even like basketball like that, at least the first movie in all it's giant commercial was entertaining.)
Next time:
Two on two battles, explosions and skin tight suits. What more could you want from a porno? Wait no, this is school, saying something like that is classed as weird. Ahem, what more could you want from a training session, hardwork, tears and sweat all come together to show who's the best team around... Sigh, I really make everything sound worse.