Over the Top

by papireaz

When I died, I expected a few manga volumes. Maybe to learn what the One Piece is. Instead, I found myself in a world that I recognised, a story I had read and what's worse was that it was a story I had no interest in wanting to involve myself in! Then and again, the offer to become a Hero is far too tempting...

9. Issue 8

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!

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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.

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Izuku Midoriya POV

Izuku Midoriya was in a rush.

Not just physically, but also because his head was in a rush that he simply couldn't comprehend. It still felt like he was dreaming as he roamed the corridors of U.A., trying to find the classroom that was supposedly his.

On one hand, he got it, he achieved one of his many dreams - Going to U.A.! The same school that All Might had graduated from, 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, but he really was placed in the Hero course! In Class A, the most prestigious class of them all.

'I've really made it,' Izuku thought to himself as he walked alone in the corridors, each step grounding him in the reality of his situation. 'This is my first step to becoming a Hero! A real Hero like All Might!''

His uniform felt heavy on him, yet surprisingly, it also 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. 'Gosh, this place is really big! I wonder how I'm going to be able to find my classrooms? I really hope I'm not late or anything!'

Eventually, Izuku found the classroom he was supposed to go in.

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 perhaps even more! Izuku wondered if anyone in his class was going to be a giant, and he rested his hand on the door handle in trepidation. He was excited to open the door, to see who would be inside, but he was also a nervous wreck, what if they didn't like him?

Would it be that nice girl who offered up her points for him waiting for him?

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. And perhaps it eased Izuku into his class as he immediately felt at home at some of the voices on display.

"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 who Izuku recognised from the entrance exam.

"Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?" A familiar blond cockily asked, and seeing Kacchan with his feet up was something Izuku easily recognised as a common sight. At the very least his childhood friend was enjoying his time at U.A. already.

But it was the third unknown student that interested Izuku the most.

The light blue, or silver haired, boy snorted as he chucked a sweet in the air and caught it with his mouth lazily. Izuku got the impression that he was quite a laid back guy, but when his brown eyes met Izuku's own he quickly realised that he was mistaken.

"Can't you both shut the fuck up? You're pissing me off already, it's early in the morning, you fucking idiots."

"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? You want me to fucking kill you?!""

The silver haired boy threw a sweet from the packet at Kacchan in response.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. You're screaming like a bitch at eight in the morning."

"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 an hour and you already want to fight hotshot," The silver haired boy muttered, standing up and he refused to back down to Kacchan. "You want to fucking go, let's fucking go. Parking lot. You and me. I swear to God I'll bash yer' fucking face in, so don't complain when you're in the hospital wing before lunch. I'll be sure to crush up your sandwich so it can be fed to you through a straw.

"..."

Kacchan grew silent as the other boy grew closer and headbutted Kacchan square in the head. While Kacchan stood at five foot eight, Izuku argued that the silver haired boy was five foot five, or at least close to it - He looked to be the same height as Izuku himself. But that arguably made him scarier as Kacchan had to be restricted by the taller guy with glasses and a red-haired boy who sighed heavily.

"On our first day? Why'd we have to have a pair of hotheads in our class?"

"This is unbecoming of future Heroes!"

But both Kacchan and the tall boy with glasses forgot all about the other boy as soon as they saw Izuku meekly standing at the door. And perhaps that was when Izuku realised he had messed up greatly.

"You!" The taller boy yelled. "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."

'I didn't perceive anything.'

But Izuku didn't have any time to respond as he pushed in front of Iida to glare at him.

"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. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

It didn't take long for the chaos to begin.

"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 with brown hair from the exam. 'She's too cute in that uniform...' Izuku mused to himself, before quickly shoving those thoughts away.

"You got in! Just like Present Mic said! Makes sense though, that punch was awesome!" The girl proclaimed loudly, adding to Kacchan's confusion and anger as Izuku rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

This wasn't going to end well.

"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. "Thanks a lot! Though I don't think your points would have really mattered in the end.

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. At least until now, perhaps it was fate that they were put in the same class?

"So we have 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. "I hope he's nice or something. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ochako Uraraka by the way! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm-,"

"Oi, if you're here to socialise then get out."

Everyone in the class stared at the man on the floor, wrapped up in what seemed like a cocoon as Izuku's response was cut short. It made Izuku shudder... just who was he? And furthermore, why was he on the floor?!

"This is the Hero course," The man explained, standing up from the floor. "It took you more than eight seconds to quiet down, highly irrational when you realise time is a precious resource. All it takes is eight seconds for a villain to kill you in a surprise attack. All of you in this class would have been killed, do you understand that?"

Crunch.

Crunch.

The boy who had antagonised earlier continued to eat his sweets in peace, and Izuku tensed up as the man and the boy locked eyes. Was this guy a delinquent?! Did he have no fear?! Why did he keep on acting up, first to Kacchan and now-,

"Eating sweets in class, what are you a kid?" The man asked the silver haired boy, his eyes narrowing. "It's eight in the morning. Have you not had breakfast yet? Also, no eating in the classroom."

"Oh, my bad. The sweets are for my Quirk."

Izuku's eyes widened as the boy challenged the man with a grin, almost as if he was testing him! What kind of student did that?! What kind of people were in Izuku's class?! Thankfully, even Kacchan and Uraraka seemed to be stunned by the boy's actions, and Iida was trying his hardest to keep a lid on his impending outburst.

"Maybe you were allowed to give off lies like that in your previous school, Sora Yamazaki, but I know your Quirk does and nowhere does it say on your form that it requires you to scoff down sweets," The man replied, turning to then study the rest of the class. "I'm your homeroom teacher for the foreseeable future, Shota Aizawa. Charmed to meet you all. "

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'He's supposed to be our homeroom teacher?!'

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Chapter

Eight

'Eat something sour when you're tired'

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I sighed.

Thanks to Hinata and Gekko's worries, I arrived at 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 probably was the case. Luckily, the two boys that sat next to me seemed cool enough. To the left of me was a blonde boy, with a single black streak in his hair.

"Yo," I greeted with a wave. "Nice to meet ya'. Looks like we're gonna be sitting together for the foreseeable future.

"I'm Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you too," The boy replied with a cheerful grin. "And yeah, it seems that way. Tsk. Wish I could have sat next to that looker with the big tits behind us, if you know what I mean. No offence."

I grinned at that, shaking his hand in response.

"Sora Yamazaki, but call me Sora, and same here. She's crazy hot, and probably taken already. Fucking hell, how does she look like that at fifteen?" I replied with a low whistle. "Some people get all the unfair genes, I swear. She's also taller than me…"

Kaminari sighed alongside me.

"She's taller than me too…"

"Haha, yeah. We're cooked. It's crazy though, huh? I mean this building. I nearly got lost three times," I added. "I mean I knew U.A. was going to be big, but the scale of this place is just insane. I wonder how I'll remember where to go since I'm pants at directions."

Kaminari laughed as he nodded.

"Yeah, it's so massive I thought I'd end up halfway across Japan. So... uhm, Sora, why'd you come here?" Kaminari asked me nervously. I grinned, starting out with the big questions, eh? "You don't have to answer of course. But, hey, if we're going to share this class for the foreseeable future, we might as well know why and whatnot. For me it's because I have a dream I want to accomplish."

"Fairs, fairs. Everyone always wanted me to be a Hero, I had the talent for it. Realised I could protect everyone I care about if I did," I replied with a grin. "Plus, I mean, being a Hero is kinda cool. Think of the money and fame that comes with it if you're successful? And the freakin' babes that come with it. Hehe."

"Did someone say babes?" That was the second boy seated next to me, this time directly to my right. He was short, much shorter than me and had purple balls for a hairstyle, along with some freckles and a weird look on his face. "Minoru Mineta, sorry for jumping into the conversation. But I can't help but get interested when you say babes. Who's your favourite Heroine? Looks wise, I mean."

"Ryukyu for me," Kaminari replied with a smirk as he leaned back on his chair. "I bet she gives crazy head, you know? Like her tongue must be crazy."

Tsk, tsk.

"Clearly, you don't know about Lady Nagant. Sure she's a villain now, but those muscles? I'm not even into muscles, but for her I'd move mountains," Mineta replied with a grin. "What about you, bluey?"

"Bluey?"

"Your hair."

"Just call me Sora," I told him, drumming my fingers against my desk. "And for me, I'd have to go with Midnight. A classic pick. She's hot, and she's a teacher. Now I'm not a fan of teachers, but if she's our teacher maybe I'd change my opinion on them."

"Oh! You're not a fan of teachers?" Mineta asked me in confusion.

"We don't get along."

"What are you, some kind of delinquent?" Kaminari asked me, leaning forward in interest. "I mean, you sorta look the part. Hehe. A delinquent Hero, who would have thought?"

Mineta hummed at that.

"You're a delinquent?"

"Ex-delinquent," I corrected, rolling my eyes at them. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Point is most teachers dislike me 'cause I called them out for their bullshit. I hope the teacher here isn't a cunt else they'll hate me again too."

"Fairs."

"Even if it's Midnight?"

"Hey, if our homeroom teacher is Midnight I'll be a good boy."

"Oh, but what about Mount Lady?" Mineta asked the two of us. "I think she's my favourite. She's just a lot of fun to watch, and she is pretty hot."

"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 Mandalay, now does she?" I replied with a grin. "Hell, Pixie Bob too. And of course we can't not mention Mirko. Mount Lady is just sort of mid, what can I say?"

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Mineta however, hummed in response as he raised his hand in the air.

"Ah, I didn't know I was in the presence of a fellow connoisseur," He told me with a proud look on his face as I hi-fived him, our connection echoing throughout the classroom. "What about you, Kaminari? Do you agree with us?"

Kaminari shrugged his shoulders in response.

"You two are clearly the kings here. Please, teach me your ways."

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. Especially since Japan was a lot different when it came to the production and distribution of porn, totally not because I was a teenaged boy who needed some stimulation-,

"Hey, ass or tits?"

I huffed out at that, turning to Kaminari who stroked his chin deep in thought.

"Personally, I'm more of a thigh guy," I answered. "Thick thighs save lives. Though the thicker a thigh is, the bigger arse they have. So I guess I prefer bigger asses, but I do love me some tiddies! Don't get me wrong."

"Facts. Facts. I guess I'm the opposite, I'm more of a fan of big tits. I'd love to smother them, you know?" Kaminari replied, nodding along at his answer. "But I think that a mixture of a big ass and medium tits is the best combo you could ask for in a girl. Am I wrong, esteemed gentleman?"

I shook my head at him.

"You're right."

"Eh, I'd prefer big tits and ass," Mineta told us. "But I don't blame you. Small tits big ass is a lethal combination."

"Nothing like discussing girls to bring men together, eh?" I remarked with a smile. "I think the three of us are going to get along quite well. Hehe. It's not even been fifteen minutes and somehow I've already made friends."

Kaminari and Mineta grinned at me.

Heh.

Who would have thought?

"Boys."

An annoyed voice called from behind me, making the hair on my arms stand up. 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 sputtered at the notion, me? A pervert? "Don't look at me like that! Ten minutes! I had to listen to the three of you yapping about women for ten minutes!

"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. "It's not that deep! Honest, it's just a normal conversation between guys-,"

But a well timed jab to my arm by her ears kept me away.

"I don't know any trash like you," Jiro replied harshly, 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 they said a few words of kindness.

"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," Mineta added.

Tsk.

Scowling, I threw a sweet at 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. "What? You've known me for how long now? Three years? You know I'm not good when it comes to the supernatural."

"You're 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 told them. "I just don't want to draw the ire of any spirits, ya' know? It's bad luck. And I don't want any bad luck cause that shit is debilitating."

They all looked at me plainly.

They didn't believe a single word I had said.

"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. And unfortunately, I had an idea of what route it was going to down-,

"Hey guys," Mineta started 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 as he coughed violently. "Mineta's choking out, maybe someone should go and call a nurse or something! I think it's 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 the engine boy.

"What you just did could be counted as a federal crime! Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

…

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Sorry did you say something?" I asked the taller boy in confusion. "Er…"

"Were you not listening to a single thing I just said to you?!"

"Tch. Shut up, won't you?" An angry shout came 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. "Stop blabbering, else I'll kill you. Bastards."

Katsuki Bakugo, resident tsundere-dash-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 occurring in his presence. I rolled my eyes, this wasn't the Iida I remembered. Didn't he like to try to kill a villain or something? It felt like a far cry from this glorified teacher's 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 butt 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 the same height as 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.

"Psst," Kaminari whispered to me as I grinned at him. Was he going to suggest pissing off our teacher? "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. I just want to mess about for a bit. See how much of a teacher this guy is. I don't want to be taught by another cunt if I can help it," I told Kaminari. "Want to help? Call it class bonding time or something."

He nodded in understanding, or what I think was understanding.

"Sure. I don't really fancy being taught by a prick either."

Hehe.

This Kaminari guy really was reliable!

"Alright class, grab these and come with me," Aizawa told the class, pointing at the P.E. kit, blue and white just like I vaguely remembered. "And make sure you get dressed quickly. I won't wait all day for you to look 'good' for each other. Got it?"

"But sensei," Someone complained. "Don't we have to go to orientation?"

…

Aizawa shrugged his shoulders as he didn't answer, choosing to walk out the class, staring at me for a split-second. Our eyes met as he studied me for whatever reason, and I awkwardly just stared right back. 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?!

Tsk.

I really didn't want to deal with another teacher that hated my guts.

But this time I really didn't do anything!

"C'mon dude, you don't wanna get in more trouble already, do you?" Kaminari asked as he stood up from his desk, grabbing his P.E. uniform. "Just behave for the rest of the day, and you should be fine. Honest."

I nodded in response, that made sense.. 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. I knew Kaminari was just trying to over-exaggerate as even he realised what the P.E. uniforms meant, and if he could bunk it already then that would be fun.

"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 to the restaurant alone while she's cheating on him," I told him. "No one is going to believe that. Let alone a teacher who seems as strict as Aizawa does."

Kaminari shook his head violently, however.

"You're so stupid! That's not just Kyoto girls, that's all girls, and some boys. I bet this is why you aren't popular with the ladies," Kaminari replied. "Treat them equally next time! You know, just for that comment, I think we should have a fight and get sent to the hospital wing, sadly missing whatever is coming up next that our teacher has planned for us!"

I rolled my eyes, stepping closer towards him.

"You fucking cunt! 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."

"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 callin' a fool, fool?!" He replied.

The two of us were practically face-to-face as we tried our hardest not to laugh.

Heh, this guy was a riot-,

"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 hour in on the first day and you've already tried to bunk school, not to mention you now have a partner in crime for your stupidity."

Right.

Not everyone could understand our connection.

"You don't get it, Jiro."

"Get what?"

"This guy," I told her, wrapping my arms around Kaminari's neck. "Hehe, this guy and I are gonna' change the world! I can feel it! The two of us are going to be great! You just stay hating, Jiro! You're just jealous!"

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Why would I be jealous? Dumbass. Glad to see you've made more friends, though."

"...Really?"

Jiro smirked at me and I realised I fell right for her trap.

"Yep! Now I don't have to babysit you anymore!"

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I had to give it to her.

That was pretty good.

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"You're late."

"Ah, my apologies, teach," I replied with a grin. "Simply put, we got lost on the road of life."

Silence.

Hehe, that was a great line and I knew it!

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, and Bird-man looked like he had found a fellow partner in philosophy.

Mineta and the tape-elbow guy 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. "...Right. Anyways, now that you're here everyone should go and get changed and then 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. "Hey, why don't we all introduce ourselves or something?"

"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 alongside him.

"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?"

"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 undamaged or something. "Ow! Don't tell me you disagree, Sora! Within changing rooms there is real magic happening between us boys! It's where we become friends!"

"Idiot, why would these people be excited over a changing room like us?" I replied with a sigh. "They don't get it. The bond we have with changing rooms, how they've shaped us and changed us for the better."

"True, true," Kaminari said beside me as we got changed into our P.E. uniforms. "It's a shame most of the boys here are too shy or sticks in the mud. Shit, we even have showers here! Think about how sick it would be to throw someone's bag in there?"

"That's bullying."

"What do you suggest?"

"Throwing a stinky motherfucker in there," I replied with a grin. "Of course we give them soap and everything. And make sure everything that's important to them is taken away from them. And we won't force anyone in there, but I think if the class teams up we can throw someone like Kacchan in there."

Thankfully, Bakugo grunted in response.

"Try me, bitch. I'll knock you out."

"Fuck you, Kacchan."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

I sniggered as I sat down on the bench with a grin.

"I mean look, we have an angry guy, teacher's pet, mister stutters and a boy so indifferent you'd swear he'd be able to cut metal with his looks alone ," 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 asked me,"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, as Bakugo angrily slammed the door shut, leaving us in a hurry. "What a tsundere," I whispered, causing Kaminari to grin at me.

"Oh dude, why didn't I think of that?" I shrugged my shoulders in response. I was just great at one liner's. 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 ignored him. 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 to school property, or even bullying," Iida explained. "Bullying is not tolerated in this school. Or class."

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. There was no way I was going to have my reputation ruined on the first day because Mineta didn't want to keep his mouth shut and act normal!

"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 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 whispered to me. "We are done, aren't we?"

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 alongside me. "What was it that you said, Kaminari?"

"That's right! Mineta there said he much preferred a Lambo in the game. 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 immoral 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 Uraraka, or maybe one of Bakugo if he swung that way. "I'm glad we could have a normal conversation. Well, I'll be off then!"

…

I sighed in relief.

Damn.

"Oi, are you done there?" Aizawa's voice called out. Only Kaminari, Midoriya, Bird-man, Mineta and me were left here, the rest having already left. Midoriya particularly looked nervous. "You have five minutes else I'll give you detention. Hurry up."

…

"Hey," I said to Midoriya. "Relax, you look like you're going to spontaneously combust over there. Midoriya, right? That's your name, no?"

"Y-Yeah, t-that's me."

"My name is Sora Yamazaki, but you can call me Sora. And that applied to you, bird-man," I said, waving at the fellow bird-man. "Nice feathers. I'd ask for the routine you use, but something tells me our teacher wouldn't like that."

"Fumikage Tokoyami, a pleasure to meet you. And I agree, perhaps we can discuss this topic in more detail after," Tokoyami replied. "Although, if I may interject, I do wish that we had a normal boys' changing room. Our youth is meant to be explored and filled with memories. It would be a shame if we missed out on it."

I nodded at him with a grin.

"Right! What a shame we are stuck with pussies."

…

"Uhm, can you guys let me out now?" Mineta cried out.

Oh right, we threw him in the shower.

…How could I forget?

---

Aizawa sighed as he took a good look at me, telling the rest of us boys to get lined up.

"All right, now you're all here, let me explain why you aren't at the entrance ceremony," Aizawa explained, 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 Eraserhead. "U.A. is known for its 'freestyle' educational system that applies to us teachers as well. The reason you are here instead of at the welcoming ceremony is because I frankly don't care about that."

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. They tell you not to use your Quirks because ultimately, they are afraid of them."

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?"

"Sixty seven metres," Bakugo cockily replied.

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. I rolled my eyes at him, was he trying to flex or something? Like I gave a shit about him.

"Give it all you've got."

That 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. "But it's also important to know how far we can truly improve if we try our hardest. So please, try your hardest today."

Seven hundred and five metres.

Hmmph.

Judging by the yells of "Manliness!" and Kaminari whistling, it was an achievement to behold. But eying Uraraka, I knew it wouldn't be the most impressive, and even Midoriya looked nervous despite the fact that I knew he would ace the freakin' test.

"That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of Heroes you'll be," Aizawa finished as his eyes met mine once again. "...That's the purpose of these tests. To make sure that you know your strengths and weaknesses beyond a simple entrance exam. So you know what you can improve on during your time here at U.A."

Cheers of excitement ran throughout the class.

"Awesome!" Someone yelled loudly, and I cringed as Aizawa glowered at the rest of the class. "Er… Sorry…"

"...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, the person with the lowest scores will be expelled. Honestly, if he had grey hair and a missing eye I would feel right at home if he pulled out a Chidori. "...Yamazaki, you look particularly bored, care to explain why?"

How irrational, he was calling me out.

He must particularly dislike my presence.

I clicked my tongue in response as I walked forward after being singled out.

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 my family happy, I was going to protect Class 1A, and everyone I care about. I wasn't going to be intimidated by another shitty adult who was my teacher that didn't give a shit about me - And it was for that reason I hated teachers.

Annoying twats.

"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 my hands now. Welcome to the Hero course!"

…Tsk.

He started us off 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 was form my 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.

Lo and behold, once I jumped on Nimbus and flew my way to victory I achieved four point eight three seconds.

Not too bad.

Next was the grip test, again, I wasn't particularly looking to win like octopus-man, who managed to achieve five hundred and forty. Once again, I managed to achieve a score that left me in the middle of the pack.

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.

There was no way that Aizawa would be expelling us.

He didn't have that much authority.

It was just a ruse.

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 apart from me by attaining an infinity, thoroughly pissing off 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 which 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," Jiro complained with a smile. "...You think any of us will really get expelled, Sora? It's not like I have a backup plan or anything."

I rolled my eyes at her antics.

"Nah, you're good. Just continue to try your hardest, and you'll be fine," I replied with a carefree grin. "I'm coasting and I feel great. Just don't sweat it, and if that bastard tries anything I'll fight him on your behalf. There's no way I'm allowing him to kick you out of U.A. without decking the cunt in the jaw."

Jiro sighed at that, shaking her head at me.

"Please don't. Also, 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 for whatever reason. It's not like I was really listening to them, but I did shoot Midoriya an encouraging smile.

You got his.

"Well I don't, what Aizawa says to me has no bearing on if I'm going to become a Hero."

Jiro 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 attached to you, the rest of the class aren't idiots," I shrugged my shoulders. I'd protect them, even if they didn't like me. "Don't be like that, Sora. I know you. Don't let our sensei being a bit of a prick turn everyone away from you. I'll come with you and ask around to see if you can change classes! It's not fair for you to be paired with a teacher who hates you."

"Eh. I might stay just to piss him off."

"Don't. You're only hurting yourself."

"I'll be fine."

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. Heh, I knew having faith in the main character would pay out in the end.

"Your next, good luck," Jiro whispered to me as she squeezed my hand in assurance. "You got this, Sora! You've been waiting for this chance your entire life!"

"I don't need luck."

"Sure, sure. I know you don't."

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 a test." Aizawa said to me, handing me a soft-ball. "Take it seriously or else you really will get expelled. Usually, the Heroes who don't take things seriously end up dying first. Got that, Yamazaki?"

"Maybe you should start to grin more, maybe you won't look so homeless," I snarkily replied. He didn't respond, 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. And it did piss me off, but there was nothing I could do. "Ready to be amazed, teach? I'll show you a real freakin' test."

"...Go on."

I tossed the ball straight up in the air, as I felt Nimbus appear behind me.

A Cloud version of a bow and arrow formed in my hands, the ball now falling fast to the ground. 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.

Another test passed

"Again," My teacher said, clearly unamused. I blinked in confusion. "I said, do it again."

"Pardon?"

Aizawa gave me another ball, pushing me back into the circle, the other students looking just as confused as I was. It wasn't until I stood my ground and glared at him that Aizawa paused to sigh at me.

"Do you have a problem, Yamazaki?"

I scoffed at that, bouncing the tennis ball up and down.

"A problem? Yeah, you could say that," I sneered at him. "Why the fuck am I the gimp? Why are you singling me out? Ever since I first walked into the classroom, I've been noting the sly looks you've been giving me, teach. You got a problem? Say it like a man. Or are you too much of a bitch to say it to my face?"

At this point, I didn't care if Aizawa expelled me.

If U.A. kicked me out for my behaviour.

If being a Hero meant having to put up with having another shitty teacher, I'd rather give up on that dream. It's not like Class A needed me, they would probably be fine. They were going to all grow into strong Heroes.

But I wasn't going to take shit from a teacher.

Never again.

"I said do it again, this time actually try," Aizawa said, his eyes flashing dangerously red as his hair flew up slightly. "This time, instead of not trying your hardest like the rest of your events, use your Quirk to its fullest. Don't make a joke out of this test like you've been doing for the past hour, Yamazaki."

The reactions 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 the 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?

It's not like I was trying to do well or anything.

It's not that freakin' deep.

Why was he trying to play teacher now of all time?!

"How do you know I'm not trying my hardest? Or are you just assuming that shit?" I asked him angrily. "Because this is bullshit. You're just another bully. Do you get a kick out of it? Bullying your students? Telling us you'll expel us when you're bluffing? What's next, are you going to start talking about things on our personal files too? Fuck you."

…But Aizawa merely laughed in response.

"You figured it out, huh?"

"I ain't dumb. You don't have the clearance for that."

And Aizawa nodded as he addressed the rest of the class.

"You are right, Yamazaki. I lied. It was a ruse to get you all to try your hardest, but I suppose I underestimated the fact that some of you would see right through me," Aizawa explained. "Fair enough. You scored one the highest results out of all the candidates when it came to problem solving, Yamazaki. But still, do try. Even if it's not for yourself or to get a high grade, how do you think your fellow students feel knowing you haven't given this your all? Do you plan on coasting for the rest of your life?"

…

Tsk.

"Does it matter? I'm still a student, the same as them."

"It matters because one day on the field, you may regret ever not putting your all into training," Aizawa told me, a serious look passing over his face. "You'll fail. And you'll lose. And because of that, you'll only be left with regrets. Trust me on this, I know exactly what that's like. And it's a teachers duty to make sure that their students don't follow in their footsteps, that their mistakes are something their students will never repeat."

I stared at the tennis ball in my hands.

Ah.

I see.

I was just being an idiot.

"I'm your student, now am I?" I asked anxiously. "Your student. Not some kid that you hate or anything?"

Aizawa scoffed at my question.

"You're my student, yes. So will you complete your exercise properly?"

I shrugged my shoulders as I threw the ball on my Nimbus and watched it be lifted up in the sky. The rest of the class drew closer as my cloud only went up and up, before the machine beeped: Seven hundred metres.

"Done. Are you happy now?" I asked Aizawa with a small grin. "I gave it my all. Whatever that means."

Aizawa grunted in response.

"You have attitude problems. But we'll fix that. Welcome to U.A., kid."

And I couldn't help but snort at that.

What a helluva way to be welcomed to my new school.

---

Shota Aizawa POV

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'. Shota snorted as he thought to himself, 'That sounds like an old band.' However his mood quickly changed as he thought of a certain boy in his new class.

Sora Yamazaki.

He was the biggest problem child of them all, right from when he first laid 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 a slight edge to him. It rubbed Aizawa the wrong way, as if his new student was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

'No, he's just a kid,' Shota 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 be willing to go in order to protect them?

Shota 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, a small smile resigned on his lips.

"A Penny for your thoughts?" A familiar voice asked. Nemuri Kayama, Midnight, was standing by the door in her usual costume. "You usually don't smile after the first lessons of the year. I saw that you didn't bring your class to the orientation. Don't tell me you threatened them with expulsion again…"

"First of all, it's Yen, not pennies. We aren't in Britain," Shota replied with a sigh. "And secondly, I tested their capabilities as heroes. And to my surprise, all of them are suited. Even if some of them are going to be problems in the future."

"Oh come on Shota, no need to act like that."

Shota 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. "How was your new class?! I saw you training them outside! Got any favourites yet?"

"Hizashi," Shota began. "Why are you being so loud?"

"What do you mean? I'm always this loud!"

"Mmh, don't you enjoy it when he's loud?" Nemuri added seductively. "Two best friends who are secretly lovers. Oh, Shota, don't you simply find that romantic? Don't tell me you don't enjoy the thoughts of-,"

"Nemuri, no. I like women, if you remember. Plus Hizashi is more like a brother."

"A brother- Shota! I didn't know you were into-,"

"Brother?" Hizashi cut Nemuri off with a grin. "You think we're family, Shota?! If that's the truth, c'mon buddy! Tell us what happened! How was your class! The fact that you're smiling means that something went well!"

…But it was all an act.

Shota sighed as he shut the door and quickly the mood of the room changed.

Nemuri's eyes narrowed as Hizashi's grin was wiped off his face - And it was all because of a single student, how ironic. Shota sighed as he sat down on the couch and took a sip from his coffee, making sure that no one could overhear their conversation.

It wasn't one for the faint hearted.

"So," Nemuri started. "Is he who we think he is?"

"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. And again, it could just be a coincidence."

"We all know you don't like coincidences, Shota. How was the kid?" Hizashi asked with a frown. "I asked around for his file from middle school and elementary. It painted a very different picture than I wanted it to be. Heard he was a bully who used his Quirk and mind to make fun of others, but watching him be happy today… Well, tell me I'm wrong."

Shota grinned as he thought back to the ball throw as well as Yamazaki making friends during homeroom.

"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 in the class. Even the ones he hadn't talked to yet, and that takes something," Shota replied honestly. "It was the way he looked at everyone and treated them all equally. He even felt guilty near the end when I outed him for not trying hard. Less out of pride and more so because he hurt the other student's feelings."

"And judging by your demeanour he tried to argue with you, am I right?" Nemuri asked with a sly grin.

"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," Shota explained to them. "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 any way, what we are looking at is the potential next All Might if he chooses 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."

…

"Hizashi," Nemuri began with a grin.

"Yeah?"

"I think I know who Shota's favourite student is now."

"You think?"

And all Shota could do was sigh.

…

Sora Yamazaki… I wonder what your future holds for you?

---

I sighed. After my apology, the rest of the class seemed to warm up to me. Ultimately, we went back to normal lessons 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?

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 by Present Mic asking me a question. "Can you please read this sentence out to the class?"

"Yes sir. 'Sara felt sad as she remembered that she left her stove on, rushing back to her home only to 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 me to cover my ears slightly. He was extremely loud, to the point of being obnoxious. "That's perfect English! If it wasn't for the fact that you were Japanese, I'd think that you were born speaking the language! Haha! I expect you to ace the exams for this subject when they come up!"

It was the first day of exams and they were already talking about exams.

Ugh.

"Pst," A voice whispered to me. It was Kaminari, who was on his phone. "Check your phone."

I hummed as I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Usually, we were supposed to turn our phones off, but only the super hardcore rule followers did that. And it's not like I followed the rules that I didn't agree with, not being able to use our phones was just a dumb rule in general and I wasn't going to fold it.

Never.

I preferred to put my phone in my right pocket, it was extremely easy 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 made someone's ear's bleed, which made me snort.

I liked the video he sent as I saved it on 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 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: I'm 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

Kaminari: 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. Give me your phone. Now. I'll give it back to you at the end of the day."

Kaminari groaned as he passed his phone over, scowling slightly as he glared at me.

"Why do you get away with everything?"

I grinned.

"Because I'm not an idiot."

---

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.

"Sora, this is Momo Yaoyorozu, Yaoyorozu this is Sora."

"Yo," I waved at Yaoyorozu. "Nice ta' meetcha'."

Nice and simple.

"Greetings," Yaoyorozu replied 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 at that, it made sense after all. 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 in response.

"I dunno."

"You... don't know?"

"I'm not very good at Science, all of the stuff you said flew over my head," I replied. "I mean, if you want to try and experiment on it you can. But I don't really care to know how it works other than the fact that it does work. You feel me?"

Kaminari laughed at my words before Yaoyorozu could reply, however.

"Hah, flew over your head. Like your 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. It was so bad that Kaminari repeated it multiple times, causing Yaoyorozu's smile to be strained as she tried her hardest not to snap at him.

But that was funny in its own way.

"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.

"Just ignore him, Yaomomo," Jiro replied. "He's supposed to be a Hero but he can't even tell you what an electron is. Trust me, I tried tutoring him once and it's impossible. Science just doesn't seem to stick in his head."

I threw a sweet at Jiro's head.

"Oi. I know what an electron is!"

"Oh?"

"...Something to do with electricity?"

Jiro sighed at that.

"Point taken."

The table erupted in laughter at my expense, but I couldn't hide my smile as mindless chatter popped up around us. More and more members of Class A joined our table, and I sat there in quiet contemplation as everyone properly introduced themselves to one another - It was oddly mystifying.

Class A.

People who would become genuine Heroes in the future.

And here we were, as just snot-nosed brats.

"Hey, Jiro," Kaminari began, poking at my ribs. "I think your boyfriend short-circuited."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Jiro yelled angrily, standing up from her seat to glare at Kaminari. "He's my best friend! Do you understand that? Or do you think that men and women are incapable of having friendships, you ignorant asshole!"

I sighed at her.

"Calm down. He was joking."

"Yeah! Listen to your boyfriend!"

I growled at that, smacking the back of Kaminari's head.

"Shut up. She's not my girlfriend. Dumbass."

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.

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 somewhat bad student. Well for the first day at least, he probably did want to expel me, just for my attitude alone. Midnight and Present Mic waved at me, and even All Might gave our class a thumbs up.

Hm.

"..This is the start to a wonderful journey!" Kaminari said to us. "You know, like Chapter One of a new manga! Hehe, I don't know what you'd call our story though. Well, I guess, I have one name. But it is sorta cheesy."

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah?"

"My Hero Academia. You know, 'cause we are Heroes in a school full of them."

"I see. A journey to us becoming Heroes!" Yaoyorozu added with a nod. "That's a brilliant name, Kaminari. You should be proud of yourself. My Hero Academia. It's also quite catchy, don't you think?"

"Hold on-,"

"And it's also a journey about learning science," Jiro replied with a wink. "Joking aside, we really are going to have a journey these next few years. Fighting villains, growing up together, hah. It just almost doesn't feel real, you know? And in three years we'll have graduated. We'll be adults. Crazy."

…

"Three years, huh? Who knows how fast that'll fly by," I whispered. In three years I'd be eighteen. I'd have spent more time as Sora Yamazaki than I ever did in my old life. I only died at seventeen after all. And wasn't that a weird thought? "This is also a journey for friendship. Don't you all think? I mean, we're a class. That means we're going to be good friends soon, if we aren't already."

Kaminari perked up as he raised up his can of soda saying in a fake deep voice, "And love!"

Jiro shook her head at that, throwing a potato chip at him.

"No one would want to love you, idiot."

"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… Eh, it was still a work in progress!

But slowly, the sky above me began to clear up!

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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.