The morning sun filtered through the large windows of U.A. High School, casting a warm, golden light across the campus. The air was crisp, filled with the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of students preparing for the day. The quiet serenity of the early hours was a sharp contrast to the excitement that would soon fill the school as the new students settled into their roles.
In her private quarters within the U.A. faculty building, Seraphina Everheart was preparing for the day ahead. Unlike her usual routine of donning the elaborate Saintess attire—a flowing white gown adorned with gold accents—this morning, she opted for something more subdued, yet still elegant. After all, today was a formal occasion, but not one that required the full regalia of her Saintess persona.
Seraphina stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of a modest blouse that she had paired with a knee-length skirt in soft, neutral tones. A light jacket completed the ensemble, lending her an air of understated sophistication. Her chestnut hair, usually styled in a manner befitting her Saintess image, was now loosely tied back, with a few strands framing her face in a way that softened her features.
The transformation was striking. Gone was the ethereal figure who commanded reverence and awe; in her place stood a young woman who could easily blend into a crowd, her demeanor relaxed and unassuming. As she observed her reflection, Seraphina allowed herself a small smile. It was rare for her to step out of her public persona and embrace her more ordinary side, and she found the change refreshing.
"This should be comfortable enough for the day," she mused to herself, giving her reflection one final glance. "It's nice to feel like a normal girl for a change."
With that, Seraphina turned away from the mirror, collecting a small satchel that contained a few essentials for the day. As she exited her room, she was greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of U.A. High School coming to life. The hallways were still relatively quiet, with only a few teachers and staff members milling about, preparing for the busy day ahead.
Seraphina walked through the hallways with a quiet confidence, her steps light and measured. However, as she passed by, she couldn't help but notice the curious glances from some of the teachers and staff she encountered. While her face was familiar to many, her change in appearance and the relaxed aura she exuded caused a moment of hesitation in their recognition.
She approached the faculty room, her hand hovering just above the door handle for a brief moment. It wasn't that she was nervous—far from it—but there was a certain anticipation in the air. Today, she would be among her peers not as the Saintess, but simply as Seraphina. It was a rare opportunity to interact with them in a more personal, less formal context.
As she stepped inside, the faculty room buzzed with the usual morning activity. Teachers were chatting over cups of coffee, exchanging notes, and preparing for the day's classes. The room was filled with a casual, yet professional energy, as everyone went about their morning routines.
Seraphina entered quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone, and for a few moments, she went unnoticed. She took a seat at an empty table near the back, setting down her satchel and pulling out a small notebook. As she began to jot down a few thoughts for the day, a few passing teachers glanced her way, their expressions a mix of mild curiosity and familiarity, as if they couldn't quite place where they had seen her before.
It wasn't until Present Mic, with his characteristic exuberance, noticed her presence that things took a turn.
"Hey there!" Present Mic called out, his voice booming even in the relatively quiet faculty room. "You look a bit lost. Are you sure you're in the right place?"
Seraphina looked up, her eyes meeting his with a hint of amusement. The edges of her lips curled into a restrained smile, barely containing the laugh that threatened to escape. She was about to respond when another teacher nearby chimed in.
"Yeah, this area is usually for staff and faculty only," the teacher added, though not unkindly. "Are you looking for someone, miss?"
For a moment, Seraphina considered playing along, but she decided against it. With a graceful incline of her head, she replied, "Actually, I'm exactly where I need to be." She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she added, "After all, I'm Seraphina."
The reaction was instantaneous. Present Mic's jaw dropped, his sunglasses sliding slightly down his nose as he stared at her in shock. "Wait, what?! You're Seraphina? The Saintess Seraphina?!" His voice, usually loud, rose an octave, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
The teachers who had only moments before dismissed her as a lost student now turned to her with wide eyes, their expressions a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and disbelief. The room fell into a stunned silence as the realization of who she was slowly settled in.
"Seriously? That's Seraphina?" one teacher whispered to another. "She looks so… different."
"Yeah, I mean… I've seen her in her Saintess outfit, but I didn't recognize her at all in this," another teacher murmured, rubbing the back of his neck in mild embarrassment.
Seraphina, ever the picture of grace, simply smiled and nodded. "It's nice to see everyone in such good spirits this morning," she said warmly, her voice carrying a tone that immediately put everyone at ease. "I apologize for not announcing myself sooner. I thought I might blend in a little more today."
Present Mic recovered quickly, a grin spreading across his face as he chuckled, the earlier embarrassment fading into amusement. "Well, you definitely succeeded! Sorry about that, Seraphina. You just caught us off guard."
"No need to apologize," Seraphina replied with a light laugh, finally allowing herself to relax fully into the moment. "It's refreshing to be seen as just another person, rather than always as the Saintess."
As the initial surprise wore off, the atmosphere in the faculty room shifted to one of camaraderie and warmth. The teachers who had previously been engrossed in their own tasks now approached Seraphina, offering greetings and small talk. They welcomed her presence among them, grateful for the chance to interact with her in a more personal setting.
--
Seraphina spent the next half an hour chatting with various faculty members, enjoying the easygoing nature of their conversations. It was a side of U.A. High that she had not yet fully experienced, and she found herself appreciating the sense of community that permeated the room.
As the time for the welcome ceremony approached, the teachers began to gather their things and prepare to escort their students to the auditorium. Present Mic, still buzzing with energy, turned to Seraphina with a grin.
"Are you still going to the ceremony?" he asked, his voice noticeably lower but still filled with enthusiasm.
Seraphina nodded. "Yes, I was invited to attend even without the agreement earlier, and I'm looking forward to seeing the students in their first official event."
"Awesome! I'm sure the kids are going to be thrilled to see you there." Present Mic's grin widened as he adjusted his signature shades, clearly excited about the prospect. Then, with a teasing tone, he added, "But is it ok for you to do your part in your current get up?"
Seraphina's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she responded, her voice light yet enigmatic. "Oh, don't worry about that. I have a few shortcuts for situations like these."
Present Mic chuckled, both amused and intrigued by her response, but decided not to press for details. With that, the teachers began to file out of the room, Seraphina following close behind. As they made their way to the auditorium, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. The day had started with a bit of fun, but now it was time to step into the role she had been invited to play—a guide, a mentor, and, in her own way, a symbol of hope for the new generation of heroes.
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At the same time during Seraphina's arrival at the faculty, the corridors of U.A. High School were vast and winding, and Midoriya found himself navigating them with increasing anxiety. The school's grandeur, with its imposing architecture and seemingly endless hallways, only served to heighten his nervousness. It felt like a maze, with every turn leading him deeper into the unknown. Each classroom he passed looked just like the last, a blur of polished wood and gleaming metal.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Midoriya spotted the door labeled "1-A." Relief washed over him, but as he stood before the door, its sheer size struck him.
"Goodness, this door is colossal. I highly doubt we have giants lurking about this place," he muttered to himself, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.
Gathering his courage, Midoriya pushed the door open and stepped into the classroom. He hoped his new classmates would be friendly, especially after all these years of dealing with Bakugo's relentless aggression and the sternness of the bespectacled student from the entrance exam.
"If Bakugo and that guy end up in 1-B, I'll be eternally grateful," Midoriya whispered to himself, his mind clinging to a sliver of hope.
But that hope was shattered the moment he saw the familiar figure of Bakugo, already making his presence known in the classroom.
"Please refrain from propping your legs on the desk. Isn't that a tad disrespectful to your fellow students?" Iida's voice rang out, his tone as stern and precise as ever.
"Nope, not really. By the way, what middle school did you crawl out of? You look like an extra in a commercial—a four-eyes extra," Bakugo sneered, his expression dripping with disdain.
Midoriya groaned inwardly. It seemed that the next three years would be just as challenging as the last.
"My name is Tenya Iida, in case you're curious. I hail from Soumei Junior High School," Iida replied, completely unfazed by Bakugo's taunt.
"Soumei? So, you're one of the elite types, huh? Guess I've got a good reason to take you down after all!" Bakugo declared, his sneer turning into a menacing grin.
"Take me down? You've got quite the audacity! And you aspire to be a hero?" Iida retorted, irritation clear in his voice.
However, Iida soon noticed someone observing from the doorway—a familiar figure with unmistakable green hair. Ignoring Bakugo, who looked miffed at being disregarded, Iida made his way over to Midoriya with purposeful strides.
"Hello, I'm Tenya Iida from Soumei," Iida introduced himself, bowing with the same formality that had surprised Midoriya during the entrance exam.
Midoriya, taken aback by the sudden attention, stammered, "Oh, yeah, I overheard. Uh... I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you." He tried to put some distance between them, but Iida seemed determined to continue the conversation.
"Midoriya," Iida began, his tone suddenly more intense, "I must commend you. You grasped the true essence of the practical skills exam, didn't you?"
Midoriya blinked, unsure of how to respond. He had no idea what Iida was talking about, but the taller boy continued without waiting for a reply.
"I was completely oblivious! I didn't see the test for what it was, unlike you. I hate to admit it, but you outperformed me," Iida stated, his movements precise and mechanical as he offered what sounded like both a compliment and a confession.
Midoriya could only nod dumbly. "Yeah," he mumbled, still trying to process the situation.
"Deku!" Bakugo's voice hissed through the air, sharp and venomous, drawing the attention of the entire class. Midoriya flinched at the nickname, one that had haunted him for years.
Before the tension could escalate any further, a cheerful voice cut through the atmosphere. "Good morning!" The words came from a girl with bobbed, wavy hair—Uraraka, the same girl who had saved him from a faceplant on the first day.
Midoriya's eyes widened as she approached, and his cheeks flushed a deep red. Despite his best efforts, he could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, as she greeted him with boundless enthusiasm.
"Oh, it's you!" Uraraka exclaimed, her smile radiant. "You made it, just like Present Mic said! Yay, go you! That punch was out of this world!"
Midoriya felt his heart race, both from her words and from the fact that she was talking to him—actually talking to him. He fumbled for a response, but his lack of experience in speaking with girls left him stammering awkwardly.
"You really helped me out back there, too," Uraraka continued, oblivious to his flustered state. "I was so worried I wouldn't make it in time. I'm so glad we both passed!"
Bakugo, on the other hand, was far less thrilled by her presence. The fact that someone from his old school, someone like Deku, was in the same class as him made his blood boil. Ever since the teacher announced their acceptance into U.A., he had been seething with anger. How could Deku—a quirkless nobody who had always been beneath him—aspire to be a hero, let alone attend U.A.?
The idea was preposterous.
Uraraka, noticing the shift in mood, quickly changed the subject. "I wonder if today's the ceremony or the guidance counselor stuff? I can't wait to meet all of our teachers!"
Midoriya nodded, grateful for the change in topic. "Yeah, I'm really curious to see what they have in store for us," he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
A few seats away, a boy with red hair leaned over to another student, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did you hear about the Saintess being at the entrance exam?"
"Yeah, I heard she gave a speech," the other student replied. "Man, I wish I could have seen that."
Uraraka overheard their conversation and chimed in. "Oh, she was amazing! So kind and encouraging. I didn't even expect someone like her to be there."
Momo Yaoyorozu, sitting near the back of the room, overheard the chatter and couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. She was well aware of Seraphina, the Saintess—everyone was. But it irked her that her new classmates had experienced something so special without her. As a recommended student, she had missed the entrance exam and the chance to see Seraphina in person.
"That's not fair," Momo muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced around at her classmates. "They were all lucky to have seen her..."
Standing next to Momo, Kyoka noticed her expression and asked, "Is something bothering you, Momo?"
Momo shook her head slightly, trying to dispel her annoyance. "It's nothing, Kyoka. I was just thinking about how fortunate some of our classmates were to see the Saintess during the entrance exam. I didn't have the chance, and I suppose I'm feeling a little envious."
Kyoka nodded thoughtfully. "Yah, it must have been an inspiring experience. However, I'm certain that we will all have opportunities to meet her in U.A., even without such encounters. We will get the chance eventually.
Momo sighed but offered a small smile. "You're right, Kyoka. I'll just have to focus on making the most of my time here."
Meanwhile, Uraraka continued chatting with Midoriya, her energy infectious. "I wonder what kind of heroes our teachers are? I heard U.A. has some of the best in the world!"
Midoriya, though still a bit flustered, found himself smiling. "Yeah, I've heard the same. It's amazing to think that we'll be learning from people like All Might and... maybe even Seraphina!"
"That would be so cool!" Uraraka agreed, her eyes lighting up. "I can't wait to see who we get."
Before the conversation could continue, a new voice interrupted the classroom's buzzing anticipation, drawing the attention of all the students. A man with disheveled, overlong black hair and an air of perpetual exhaustion lounged on the floor, sipping casually from a juice box. His bored expression was as unfamiliar as his presence, leaving the class in a state of bemused curiosity.
"In case you were wondering, this is the department of heroics," he declared in a tone that oozed indifference, further mystifying the students about his identity.
He proceeded to critique their response time with a lethargic demeanor. "Hmm, it took all of you eight seconds to quiet down. Life is short for kids. You're all lacking in common sense," he quipped, finally rising from his makeshift slumber zone.
Aizawa's appearance was disheveled, his eyes half-closed as if he hadn't slept in days, which was likely the case. He scanned the room lazily, his expression one of mild disinterest. "Good morning," he said in a monotone voice that did little to inspire enthusiasm.
The students blinked at him, their confusion evident. This was supposed to be the heroics department, the pinnacle of hero education, and yet, their homeroom teacher was... this? The man standing before them looked more like he'd just rolled out of bed than someone who would train the next generation of heroes.
Finally, Aizawa sighed and pulled himself out of the sleeping bag, letting it drop to the floor. "I'm Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher. Now, before you start asking questions, let me make one thing clear: This school isn't a place where you can just coast by on talent alone. You're here to become heroes, and that means you're going to be tested—constantly."
The weight of his words hung in the air, and the students straightened in their seats, realizing that this wasn't going to be the easy start they might have hoped for. Midoriya, in particular, felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. The reality of being a U.A. student was starting to sink in.
Aizawa continued, his voice flat but firm. "Normally, I'd start the day with a task to gauge your abilities right away. But due to a slight change of plans, we'll save that for later."
This statement only deepened the students' curiosity. They exchanged puzzled looks, wondering what this "task" could be and why it had been delayed.
Uraraka leaned over to Midoriya and whispered, "What do you think the task is?"
Midoriya shook his head slightly. "I have no idea. But it sounds serious."
"Whatever it is, I'm ready for it!" another student declared confidently from across the room, his quirk already making his voice boom louder than intended.
Aizawa's gaze shifted briefly to the student before continuing, unperturbed. "Before we get to that, you all have a few things to take care of today. The welcome ceremony is up first. After that, you'll have guidance counselor meetings."
He paused for a moment, as if considering his next words carefully. "After the ceremony, I want you all to change into your PE uniforms and meet me at the designated training ground. Be prepared for anything."
The last sentence hung ominously in the air. The students were left wondering what exactly Aizawa had in store for them later in the day. But there was no room for questioning; Aizawa's tone made it clear that whatever it was, it would be a test of their resolve.
"Understood?" Aizawa asked, though it wasn't really a question. It was more of a command.
"Yes, sir!" the students chorused, their voices a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Satisfied, Aizawa gave a curt nod. "Good. Now, get yourselves ready. The ceremony starts soon, and I expect you all to be on your best behavior."
With that, he turned and left the classroom, his movements slow and deliberate as if he had all the time in the world. The door slid shut behind him, leaving the students in a flurry of conversation.
Uraraka turned to Midoriya, her face a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Do you think the Saintess will be at the ceremony too?"
"I'm not sure," Midoriya replied, though the thought of seeing Seraphina again made his heart skip a beat. "But if she is, I bet it'll be amazing."
"Yeah, and maybe we'll get to hear her speak again," another student added, leaning into the conversation. "I heard she's going to be involved with the school somehow."
"Maybe she'll teach us some support techniques," someone else suggested, their eyes lighting up at the prospect.
"She'll probably make an appearance," Momo finally said, her voice calm and composed. "But remember, we're here to focus on our own progress. U.A. is about us becoming the best heroes we can be."
The students around her nodded, acknowledging her point, though the excitement in the room was still palpable. The idea of seeing Seraphina again—or for the first time, in Momo's case—was too thrilling to dismiss entirely.
Midoriya, still seated with Uraraka and Iida, felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He wanted to see Seraphina again, but more than that, he wanted to prove to himself that he belonged here. This was the first step in his journey to becoming a hero, and he couldn't afford to falter.
As the class prepared to head to the ceremony, the conversations continued, filled with speculation about the day's events and what Aizawa might have planned for them later. The excitement and uncertainty in the air were almost tangible, as each student tried to mentally prepare themselves for the challenges ahead.
The morning was off to a tense start, but the real tests had yet to come.
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The grand auditorium of U.A. High School was buzzing with anticipation as students from all courses filed in, filling the space with a sea of grey uniforms and eager faces. The room was vast, with towering walls adorned with banners representing U.A.'s long history of heroism. The stage at the front of the hall was bathed in light, its polished wooden surface gleaming under the bright overheads. The air was thick with excitement and a hint of nervousness, as the first-year students found their seats and settled in for the ceremony that would mark the official start of their journey at U.A.
Izuku Midoriya and his classmates from 1-A were among the first to arrive, their group guided to a row of seats near the front. As they sat down, the conversations that had filled the classroom earlier resumed with renewed energy.
"I can't believe we're finally here," Uraraka whispered to Midoriya, her eyes wide with awe as she took in the grandeur of the auditorium. "It's like a dream."
Midoriya nodded, still feeling a bit overwhelmed himself. "Yeah, it's amazing. I wonder what they have planned for us today."
Kaminari, seated a few seats down, leaned over to join the conversation. "I heard the principal gives a really inspiring speech. An older senpai said it's one of those moments you'll never forget."
"Well, considering that this is U.A., it better be memorable," Jiro commented dryly from the row behind them, her fingers tapping a rhythm on the edge of her seat.
As the students settled into their seats, the murmur of conversation filled the room. The students' excitement was palpable, with everyone speculating about what the ceremony would entail. Many students wondered aloud if Seraphina would be present, given the impact she had already made during the entrance exam.
Momo Yaoyorozu, who had been mostly silent since leaving the classroom, found herself growing more anxious as the minutes ticked by. She wasn't used to feeling this way—nervous, uncertain, even envious of her classmates who had already seen Seraphina.
Bakugo, on the other hand, was stewing in his own thoughts. His gaze was fixed on the stage, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the entrance exam. He was still furious about Midoriya's presence at U.A., but he was determined not to let it distract him. He had his own ambitions, and no one—not even Deku—was going to stand in his way.
As the students continued to chat amongst themselves, the sound of a microphone being tapped echoed through the auditorium, drawing everyone's attention to the stage. The room fell silent as Principal Nezu stepped up to the podium, a wide smile on his face. The sight of the small, white-furred principal immediately caused a few surprised whispers among the students who were seeing him for the first time.
"Good morning, everyone," Principal Nezu began, his voice surprisingly strong for someone of his stature. "It is my great pleasure to welcome you to U.A. High School. Today marks the beginning of an important chapter in your lives—one filled with challenges, growth, and the pursuit of heroism."
The principal's words immediately commanded the students' attention. Despite his small size and somewhat quirky appearance, there was an undeniable authority in his voice that made it clear why he was in charge of Japan's most prestigious hero academy.
Nezu continued, "As you sit here today, I want you to remember that each of you has earned your place at this institution. You have demonstrated potential, determination, and the will to succeed. But this is only the beginning. U.A. is not just a school—it is a proving ground, where you will be tested and pushed to your limits."
The room was silent, every student hanging on Nezu's words. He had a way of speaking that made each student feel as though he was addressing them personally, acknowledging their individual journeys and the challenges they would face.
"For some of you, the path to heroism may seem clear," Nezu continued, "while for others, it may be fraught with uncertainty. But know this: the journey you are about to undertake is one that will shape you into the heroes you are meant to be. At U.A., you will not only learn how to use your quirks effectively, but also how to embody the ideals of heroism—courage, integrity, and compassion."
As Nezu spoke, Midoriya felt a surge of emotion. The principal's words resonated deeply with him, reaffirming his own resolve to become the kind of hero who could inspire others.
"And now," Nezu said, his tone taking on a lighter, more enthusiastic note, "I have the distinct honor of introducing a very special guest—someone who has already had a profound impact on many of you, and whose presence here at U.A. is both an honor and a privilege. Please join me in welcoming the Saintess, Seraphina Everheart!"
The room erupted into applause and excited whispers as Seraphina stepped onto the stage from a side entrance. Even though many of the students had seen her during the entrance exam, the sight of her still elicited gasps of awe. Earlier that morning, she had been seen wearing casual clothing, blending almost seamlessly with the faculty. However, her sudden change into an elegant, flowing gown that radiated grace and serenity took everyone who saw her earlier by surprise. The gown, accented by soft gold embroidery, symbolized her status as the Saintess, and her chestnut hair was now styled simply, allowing her natural beauty to shine through without overwhelming her presence.
The change in her attire wasn't just a matter of formality—it had stemmed from a bet agreement between Seraphina and Shota Aizawa during the faculty meeting earlier that day. Whatever the nature of the agreement, it had resulted in Seraphina stepping into her more formal Saintess attire for the ceremony, transforming her appearance entirely.
As Seraphina gracefully approached the podium, the significance of her presence in full Saintess regalia was not lost on the audience. Her serene demeanor, coupled with her elegant attire, commanded the room's attention, reinforcing the respect and admiration that her title brought with it. When she reached the microphone, she smiled warmly at the sea of young faces before her, her hazel eyes reflecting a deep sense of kindness and purpose.
"Thank you, Principal Nezu, for that kind introduction," Seraphina began, her voice clear and melodic, carrying easily throughout the auditorium. "And thank you, students, for the warm welcome. It is truly an honor to stand before you today, on this momentous occasion."
The students quieted down almost immediately, captivated by her presence. There was something about the way Seraphina spoke—soothing, yet filled with a quiet strength—that commanded their full attention.
"I know that many of you are feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you begin this new chapter," Seraphina continued, her tone empathetic. "Believe me, I understand. When I first began my journey, I was filled with uncertainty, unsure of where my path would lead. But what I discovered, and what I hope to share with you today, is that true heroism isn't about having all the answers. It's about embracing the unknown with courage and a steadfast commitment to doing what is right."
Her words resonated deeply with the students, many of whom were still grappling with their own fears and doubts about the future. As she spoke, a sense of calm and reassurance seemed to settle over the room, as if her very presence had the power to soothe their anxieties.
"You all have unique gifts," Seraphina continued, her gaze sweeping across the room, "and U.A. is a place where those gifts will be nurtured and refined. But remember, your quirk is only one part of what makes you a hero. It is your heart, your character, and your unwavering commitment to others that will define you."
As Seraphina spoke, her words seemed to reach everyone in the room on a personal level. Momo, who had been feeling a mix of envy and determination, found herself deeply moved by Seraphina's sincerity. The speech wasn't just inspirational—it was a call to action, a reminder of the responsibility that came with the path they had chosen.
"For those of you who may be unsure of yourselves, who may be doubting whether you belong here, I want to say this: You do belong here. You have earned your place at U.A., and you have the potential to do great things. But it will require hard work, perseverance, and above all, a dedication to the principles of heroism."
In the audience, Midoriya felt a lump form in his throat. Seraphina's words struck a chord within him, reaffirming his own commitment to becoming the best hero he could be. Her speech wasn't just a reminder of what lay ahead—it was a beacon of hope, guiding them through the challenges to come.
As Seraphina concluded her speech, the students erupted into applause, their spirits lifted and their resolve strengthened. Seraphina's words had touched them all, and the impact of her presence would be felt long after the ceremony was over.
"Thank you," Seraphina said, her smile soft and genuine as she acknowledged the applause. "I look forward to seeing how each of you grows and contributes to the world as future heroes. Remember, the journey may be difficult, but you are not alone. We are all in this together."
With those final words, Seraphina stepped back from the podium, and Principal Nezu returned to the stage to close the ceremony. As he wrapped up the proceedings with a few final remarks, the students couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. They were ready—ready to face the challenges ahead, ready to grow into the heroes they were meant to be.
As the ceremony concluded, the students began to file out of the auditorium, their conversations filled with excitement about what was to come. The day had only just begun, and already it was proving to be unforgettable.
--
After the inspiring welcome ceremony, the students of Class 1-A, along with the other first-year classes, were directed to their next task of the day: the guidance counselor meetings. These one-on-one sessions were designed to help the students adjust to their new environment, address any concerns they might have, and set the tone for their time at U.A. High School.
The students filed out of the auditorium in orderly fashion, their minds buzzing with thoughts from the ceremony. Many were still processing Seraphina's speech, while others were trying to suppress their nerves about meeting the guidance counselors.
Midoriya, along with Uraraka and Iida, made their way through the corridors, following the signs that directed them to the counseling offices. The atmosphere was calmer now, a stark contrast to the charged energy of the ceremony, and it gave them a moment to reflect on everything that had happened so far.
"That speech was something, wasn't it?" Uraraka said, breaking the silence as they walked. Her voice was filled with awe. "I can't believe we got to see the Saintess twice in just a short amount of time. She's incredible."
Midoriya nodded, his thoughts still lingering on Seraphina's words. "Yeah, it was really inspiring. It made me feel… more determined, I guess."
Iida, ever the pragmatic one, adjusted his glasses and added, "Her message was clear—heroism is about more than just our quirks. It's about our character and our commitment to others. We must keep that in mind as we proceed with our training."
As they rounded a corner, they found themselves in front of a series of doors, each labeled with the name of a different guidance counselor. A few students were already seated in the hallway, waiting for their turn.
Midoriya glanced at the list on the wall, searching for his assigned counselor. "Looks like I'm with Counselor Sato," he said, spotting his name on the list.
"Same here," Uraraka replied, pointing to her name just beneath his. "I wonder what the meeting will be like?"
"I'm with Counselor Tachibana," Iida added, noting his own name on a different part of the list. "I expect they'll ask us about our goals and how we plan to approach our training."
The three exchanged a few more words before going their separate ways, each heading to their designated room. As Midoriya stepped inside his assigned office, he was greeted by a friendly-looking man in his late thirties, with a kind smile and warm eyes.
"Welcome, Midoriya. Please, have a seat," Counselor Sato said, gesturing to a chair opposite his desk. "How are you feeling today? It's been quite the eventful morning, hasn't it?"
Midoriya nodded as he took his seat. "Yes, sir. It's been… amazing, but also a little overwhelming."
Sato smiled understandingly. "That's completely normal. The first day at U.A. can be a lot to take in. But it sounds like you're handling it well so far. Let's talk about what's on your mind. How are you feeling about starting your training here?"
As Midoriya began to speak about his thoughts and concerns, the conversation flowed naturally. Counselor Sato was patient and attentive, asking thoughtful questions and offering gentle advice. They discussed Midoriya's goals, his motivations for becoming a hero, and how he planned to approach his training. Midoriya found the session reassuring, and by the end of it, he felt more focused and ready for the challenges ahead.
Meanwhile, in another office, Uraraka was having a similarly positive experience with her counselor. She shared her dreams of becoming a hero to support her family and how she was determined to do her best at U.A. The counselor offered her encouragement, emphasizing the importance of staying true to her goals while also being open to learning and growth.
In yet another office, Iida's meeting was more structured and goal-oriented. Counselor Tachibana, a no-nonsense woman with sharp features, asked him pointed questions about his leadership aspirations and how he intended to embody the values of a hero. Iida appreciated the directness of the conversation, which helped him clarify his own path forward.
As each student finished their session and returned to the hallway, there was a noticeable shift in their demeanor. They were more focused, more determined, and more certain of their place at U.A. The guidance counselor meetings had provided them with the clarity and confidence they needed to move forward.
Back in the main hallway, Midoriya reunited with Uraraka and Iida, both of whom seemed equally uplifted by their sessions.
"How did it go?" Uraraka asked, her usual cheerfulness back in full force.
"It was good," Midoriya replied, a small smile on his face. "I feel a lot better now. Like I know what I need to do."
"Same here," Iida added, nodding in agreement. "These sessions are vital for helping us stay on track. I'm more motivated than ever to succeed here."
As the trio made their way back to the classroom, they noticed that the atmosphere in the school had shifted. The initial excitement and nervousness of the day had given way to a more focused energy. The students of U.A. High were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, bolstered by the wisdom imparted to them during the ceremony and the guidance counselor meetings.
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As the students of Class 1-A returned to their classroom after the guidance counselor meetings, the atmosphere was noticeably more relaxed. Some of them slumped into their seats, relieved that the formalities of the day were behind them. The room filled with soft conversations, a mixture of laughter and quiet reflection.
Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida took their usual seats near the front, Uraraka stretching her arms above her head. "Phew, I feel like we've already had a full day," she said with a light laugh.
Iida nodded, ever serious. "Indeed. The ceremony and counseling were important for setting the tone for our time here at U.A., but now we must focus on what lies ahead."
Midoriya offered a smile but remained quiet, still lost in thought about the morning's events. His mind kept drifting back to Aizawa's cryptic words about "tests" earlier that morning, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something challenging was about to happen.
The room had just begun to settle into a comfortable buzz of activity when Ojiro, seated by the window, reluctantly spoke up. "Uh… guys?" he said, his tail twitching nervously. "Didn't Aizawa-sensei mention something about what we're supposed to do after the meetings?"
The room fell silent as everyone collectively recalled the instructions Aizawa had given them earlier in the day. It was like a cold wave of dread washed over them. They had been told to change into their PE uniforms after the ceremony, but in the relaxation of returning to class, they had nearly forgotten.
Kaminari groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair. "Oh man… Aizawa-sensei is totally gonna kill us if we're late, isn't he?"
Jiro nodded, plugging her earjacks into the ground to listen for any movement outside. "Yeah, and he doesn't seem like the forgiving type. We'd better hurry."
Sero raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Do you think he'll expel us if we're late?"
"Probably," Tokoyami replied in his usual dramatic tone. "I imagine there are fates worse than expulsion."
"Ugh," Kaminari winced. "Worse than expulsion? That's pretty bad, man!"
"Come on!" Kirishima stood up abruptly, clapping his hands together. "We can't mess this up! We've gotta show Aizawa-sensei that we're serious! Let's get changed!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, though the energy was tinged with a sense of looming doom. Without another word, they hurried toward their lockers to retrieve their PE uniforms.
"Wait!" Jiro suddenly exclaimed, stopping the boys in their tracks. "We need to change. And last time I checked, none of you are allowed to be in here for that."
"Yeah!" Hagakure chimed in, though her invisible presence made the voice seem to come from thin air. "Get out so we can change in peace!"
The boys, realizing the situation, groaned collectively but began filing out of the classroom. All except one.
Mineta stood frozen near the lockers, his eyes darting toward the girls' side of the room with a mischievous grin. "You know," he said slyly, "this might be the only chance I get to—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Tsuyu's long tongue lashed out with precision, wrapping around Mineta's waist and yanking him toward the door. "Nope," she said flatly, her expression unimpressed. With one swift motion, she flung him outside like a discarded piece of trash.
Mineta landed in the hallway with a loud thud, groaning. "I was only kidding…!"
Jiro crossed her arms, shaking her head with a smirk. "Nice try, perv."
The rest of the boys followed Mineta out, not wanting to risk a similar fate. "Good luck with that, man," Kaminari called out as he stepped over Mineta's crumpled form, barely holding back a chuckle.
As the door shut behind them, the boys waited outside, exchanging annoyed glances.
"Why's he always gotta be like that?" Kirishima grumbled, glancing at the closed door. "He's gonna get us all in trouble one day."
"Yeah, seriously," Sero agreed, crossing his arms. "It's exhausting just being near him."
"Let's just focus on getting to the training ground," Iida interjected, ever the voice of reason. "Aizawa-sensei won't tolerate us being late."
After a few minutes of waiting, the door opened, and the girls stepped out, now dressed in their PE uniforms. "Alright, your turn," Jiro said, giving the boys a wave.
Mineta, who had managed to drag himself back to his feet, opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it when Tsuyu shot him a warning glance.
Inside, the boys quickly changed into their own uniforms, the earlier tension easing slightly as they joked among themselves. Once everyone was ready, they regrouped in the hallway.
"Alright, let's go!" Kirishima pumped a fist into the air. "We can still make it in time!"
"Yeah!" Kaminari added with a grin, though he looked slightly less enthusiastic. "Let's not give Aizawa-sensei any reason to expel us."
With that, the group took off at a brisk pace, heading toward the designated training area. The atmosphere was one of nervous excitement. Even though they had no idea what kind of challenge awaited them, they were eager to prove themselves.
They sprinted down the halls of U.A. High, their footsteps echoing as they made their way toward the training ground Aizawa had mentioned. Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida led the way, followed closely by Bakugo, Todoroki, and the others.
As they reached the entrance to the outdoor training area, they slowed down, catching their breath. Aizawa was already waiting for them, leaning casually against a tree with his arms crossed, his ever-present sleeping bag slung over his shoulder.
"Cutting it close, I see," he remarked, his voice dry but without the sting of anger. "But you're not late. I'll give you that."
The students straightened up immediately, the light-hearted banter from earlier fading as they prepared for whatever Aizawa had in store. They knew this was no ordinary activity. It was going to be something much more demanding.
Standing beside Aizawa was a young teenager dressed in the standard U.A. High PE uniform, her hair tied back neatly and her demeanor casual. She looked just like any other student, unremarkable in the sea of brightly colored hair and flashy quirks. There was no grand entrance, no glowing aura of divinity—just a simple girl standing quietly beside their teacher. Still, something about her struck the students as vaguely familiar.
"Who's that?" Kaminari whispered to Kirishima, glancing at the girl with a puzzled expression. "New transfer?"
"I dunno," Kirishima muttered, scratching his head. "She seems like… someone we've seen before? Maybe?"
Midoriya frowned, staring at the girl from his seat. His brain was racing, trying to piece together where he'd seen her before. "She does look familiar," he whispered to Uraraka, who nodded, equally confused.
"Maybe she's one of the upperclassmen?" Uraraka suggested, tilting her head as she studied the girl. "But why would she be wearing the same uniform as us?"
The classroom buzzed with quiet murmurs as the students continued to try and figure out who the mysterious girl was. A few of them exchanged glances, each feeling that strange sense of recognition, but none could quite place her.
Aizawa, noticing the growing confusion and curious whispers, sighed deeply and finally decided to end their suspense. "This is Seraphina," he said, his voice flat and unbothered as usual.
The class froze.
"Wait, what?" Kaminari blinked, his eyes wide. "Seraphina? Like… *that* Seraphina?"
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Sero exclaimed, standing up straighter. "The Saintess?!"
Midoriya's jaw practically hit the floor. His heart started racing as the realization hit him like a freight train. "Oh no… Oh no, no, no!" he whispered frantically to himself.
"How did we not recognize her?!" Uraraka gasped, her eyes wide with shock. "She looks so different!"
Across the class, Jiro was staring at Seraphina, her expression a mix of disbelief and awe. "She was right there the whole time, and we didn't even realize it. What are we, blind?" she muttered, smacking her forehead in frustration.
Bakugo, on the other hand, simply scowled, crossing his arms with a huff. "What's with the plain get-up? She looks like a regular extra."
The reaction from the class was immediate and chaotic. Whispers of "That's really her?" and "How did we not see it?" filled the air, along with more than a few embarrassed faces. It was as if the students had just realized that they were standing next to a celebrity in line at the grocery store and hadn't noticed.
Meanwhile, Seraphina stood quietly beside Aizawa, her expression calm and composed, though her eyes twinkled with amusement at their over-the-top reactions. She offered a polite smile, clearly enjoying the chaos unfolding around her without saying a word.
Finally, she let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose I should have introduced myself earlier," she said with a good-natured grin. "But it's nice to know I can blend in when I need to."
The class was still buzzing, and Kaminari couldn't help but ask, "But… how? You look so different!"
Seraphina gave a small shrug, adjusting her glasses. "Sometimes, a simple change in appearance can do wonders," she replied with a wink, the playful tone of her voice not lost on the students.
Midoriya, still processing the fact that he hadn't recognized *the* Seraphina, buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe I didn't see it," he muttered under his breath.
As the students continued to react, Seraphina turned to Aizawa, amusement still dancing in her eyes. Leaning slightly toward him, she spoke in a low voice, her smile teasing. "I warned you this would happen," she said, her tone light. "I told you they wouldn't recognize me if I kept things simple. Though, I'll admit, the déjà vu effect was an unexpected bonus."
Aizawa sighed, his eyes rolling ever so slightly. "You also said you'd keep things low-key," he grumbled, though there was a hint of dry humor in his tone. "This is hardly what I'd call low-key."
Seraphina chuckled. "It's not my fault they're so perceptive… eventually."
Aizawa shot her a look that could only be described as the expression of a man who had long since given up trying to argue. "Next time, remind me not to make deals with you," he muttered, shaking his head.
Seraphina's smile grew wider. "I think we both know that's never going to happen," she teased lightly, causing Aizawa to grunt in response, though he couldn't entirely hide the twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"I'll be watching how you perform today," Seraphina said, her tone warm but focused. "So do your best, and don't worry too much. It's all part of the learning process."
The students nodded, the weight of her words hitting them with renewed intensity. This wasn't just another test—Seraphina, the Saintess they admired, would be watching their every move. If there was ever a moment to give it their all, this was it.
By now, the students had mostly quieted down, though the air was still thick with excitement. Seraphina's presence had clearly shaken up their expectations for the day, and the knowledge that *she* would be observing their upcoming activity only added to the pressure.
"Now that you're all here," Aizawa began, his voice cutting sharply through the low murmur of conversations, "I'll explain what you'll be doing."
The students immediately quieted down, their attention snapping back to Aizawa as if pulled by an invisible thread. His expression, as ever, remained inscrutable—neither welcoming nor hostile, simply neutral. But beneath that calm exterior, there was an unmistakable intensity, one that put everyone on edge.
"We'll be conducting a Quirk Apprehension Test," Aizawa announced, his tone as flat as ever, but the weight of his words hit like a hammer.
The class fell into a stunned silence, only to erupt a moment later in a cacophony of gasps, whispers, and startled exclamations.
"A Quirk Apprehension Test?" Kaminari's voice rose above the noise, his eyes wide with disbelief. "On the first day?"
"We haven't even had a proper class yet!" Mineta whimpered, wringing his hands as if the test had already started.
"Isn't this kind of... extreme?" Jiro added, her brow furrowed in concern.
Beside her, Midoriya's face paled. His mind raced, replaying all the events that had brought him here. A test this early? He wasn't sure he was ready. His quirk was still so new, so volatile—he could barely control it. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he stared anxiously at his hands.
The whispers swelled as the students exchanged nervous glances, the weight of the test settling in. Each one of them had expected some kind of introduction, maybe a tour of the school, not this.
Aizawa, ever patient, let the noise bubble up before silencing it with a simple, steady gaze. The effect was immediate; the room quieted again, the tension almost tangible. His next words cut through the silence like a blade.
"At U.A., we don't waste time," Aizawa continued, his voice calm yet unyielding. "The sooner you're tested, the sooner you'll understand where you stand in relation to your potential. This isn't just about seeing how powerful your quirks are—it's about control, strategy, and how you adapt under pressure. As a hero, power without control or clear thinking will get you nowhere."
He paused, letting his words sink in as the students exchanged uneasy glances, still trying to gauge the full weight of his statement.
"Every situation you face as a hero," Aizawa went on, his tone unwavering, "will be unpredictable. It's not about how much raw power you can throw at a problem. It's about how well you can use what you have when the pressure is on, how you think on your feet, and how effectively you can handle unexpected challenges."
The students shifted nervously, their initial excitement about the test beginning to give way to a deeper understanding of what was expected of them. This wasn't just about showing off their quirks—it was about showing who they were as potential heroes.
Aizawa's gaze swept across the room, reading each student's face as if he could already see how they'd perform. "Some of you will excel at using your quirks in these situations," he said, his voice dropping slightly, "but I'm looking for more than that."
He didn't elaborate on what exactly he was looking for, leaving the students to wonder. The silence that followed was heavy, and the pressure seemed to grow with each passing second. There was no comfort in his words—only the cold, hard reality that this was a test not just of their abilities, but of their mentality.
"I expect you all to approach this seriously," Aizawa concluded, his voice carrying a finality that left no room for doubt. "Prove to me that you can be more than just kids with flashy quirks. Prove that you have what it takes to be heroes."
Seraphina stood quietly beside him, her hands clasped gently in front of her. Her eyes were bright with interest, and though she remained silent, there was a softness in her expression that contrasted with Aizawa's sharp, demanding tone. Her presence added a sense of encouragement that Aizawa's words did not, yet even she understood the gravity of what was about to unfold.
Without fully realizing it, the students began to feel the weight of the test. This wasn't about passing or failing—it was about showing who they truly were, about facing the unknown and rising to meet it.
Aizawa's gaze swept over them once more, cold and calculating, as if measuring their worth even before the test began. His next words left no room for doubt.
"Prepare yourselves," Aizawa concluded, his tone hard and final. "This is your first real test at U.A., and I expect you all to give it your best."