Despite their efforts, there was very little the juniors could accomplish due to a school-issued field trip that would last the entire weekend, so renovations could be made to expand various campus structures slightly. That same weekend, the abroad students were flying in from their respective countries, giving them the time to explore the designated grounds, settle into their assigned spaces, and meet the other students who arrived alongside them. During the construction of the additional floor for the dormitories, the abroad students temporarily established housing in the Faculty Dorms, where they not only became close in a short period but warmly opened up to a doe-eyed Eri, who was awed by their cultures, abilities, and kindness. They gifted her small trinkets they had either brought from home or made using their quirks so she could never forget their time together.
Finally, Monday was here, and the excitement throughout the school could hardly be detained. Students were in a frenzy as they rushed to find the ideal spot to view the ceremony, wedging themselves between one another just to achieve perfection. The commotion was unwavering, their eagerness was unrelenting, and it wasn't until Present Mic appeared that everyone was frantic to calm one another down.
"Boys and girls of U.A. Japan! Are you ready to meet your new classmates- the winners of The International Rising Hero's Championship?!" The crowd was restrained, and the anticipation was enormous.
"Uh— well, anyways! Let's begin roll call, starting with the seniors of 3-A!"
"First, let's give a marharban: from U.A. Middle East, Saudi Arabian hero- Bassam al-Qahtani!"
Bassam appears with a tall, buff anthropomorphic build and smooth, hydrated skin of cool-colored hues. His sharp, square jawline compensates for his large, black fish eyes, open nostrils, and a wide mouth that inherently shows giant, interlocking, blade-like teeth. He has no hair or visible ears but an elevated, pointed fin along the center of his head down to the base of his neck and a similarly shaped, shorter fin on each side of his head. On his left hand are terse claws and webbed fingers; on his right, however, just below the elbow was a stub of an arm no longer there. His tail is stout, but the fins on his tail appear neater than those on his head.
Tightly pressed in his U.A. Japan uniform, Bassam raised his stub arm towards the crowd. With a toothy grin and a slight wiggle to his side head fins, he cheered, "Sabaahul khayr!"
"Next, give your best bonjour: from U.A. Western Europe, French hero- Fatima Kamal!"
Fatima is a short, deep, olive-skinned girl with a slender frame. Her uniform was tailored to conform to her Islamic faith properly. Her full, heart-shaped face is complimented by her simple, traditionally styled hijab, which flows down to the shoulders and below the chest. Her indigo eyes, thick, trimmed eyebrows, broad nose, and bowed lips are pronounced by cool-colored make-up and accentuated neutral skin undertones. She has one noticeable facial piercing, a gold stud on her right nostril.
Bringing her hands up to her chest and pressing them together, showing off a primed manicure and various gold rings, Fatima spoke gently and softly, "Enchanté~."
"And hello: from U.A. Northeastern, American hero Chelsea Weisz!"
Chelsea is a tall, fair-skinned girl with a fit, feminine physique, diamond face shape, and medium blonde hair. Her hair is tied in a loose bow with a satin red ribbon, styled into a milkmaid braid, and bangs messily side-swept along her brow line with two chunky strands of hair lopped downward on both sides of her face. Her brown eyes, moderate, arched eyebrows, sturdy nose, distinct chin, and thin lips are accentuated with neutral-colored make-up and finely blended warm skin undertones. Her uniform is paired with white tights instead of the standard knee-high socks.
As she skipped along the stage, Chelsea's medium-sized, glistening Star of David earrings dangled as she moved. Striking a fun pose with a bright smile, she exclaimed, "How's it going?!"
"And finishing for class 3-A, let's say salaam alaykum: from U.A. East Africa, Somalian hero Omar Muhammad-Najjar!"
Omar is a very tall, richly dark-skinned boy with cool skin undertones, a thin build, and a disguised appearance. His long, oval-shaped face is paired with large, outward ears and a shaved head closely cut to the scalp. His weathered skin, deep sunken and black under eye are brightened by a dark brown eye of warm hues; the majority of his face is covered with a black, spandex mask that obscures the entirety of his lower face- including his nose and mouth, right ear and eye. The mask is paired with a leather eyepatch covering his right eye and fastened around his head diagonally.
The pace of his walk was menacing, his aura brought chills, and his overall presence- was unnerving, yet when he began to speak, Omar's deep, soft voice conferred frail nerves, "H-Ha cabsanin."
"Give it up for our abroad students of 3-A!"
"We can't wait to meet you!" the four shouted while grouped closely and flashing double (except for Bassam) peace signs. This was followed by enthusiastic cheers, especially from the appointed class.
"One class down, only two more to go! 1-B, it's your time to shine!"
"Starting off with a bonjou: from U.A. Caribbean, Haitian hero- Estelle Bonaly!"
Estelle is a medium-deep-skinned girl of average height, slim build, and dark brown hair. Her hair is long, thick, curly, and accessorized with small clips and ties of various colors and textures; her bangs are pinned up in a messy bun and secured at the top of her head. Her brown eyes, thick, arched eyebrows, full nose, and ample lips naturally accommodate her square face shape, round cheeks, and freckled complexion with cool skin undertones. Her school blazer is wrapped around her waist by the sleeves, and her white button-up dress shirt sleeves are rolled to her elbows. Her uniform is paired with white ankle socks instead of the standard knee-high socks.
With the glitz and clinking of the jewelry around her wrists and neck- and swaying earrings, Estelle made herself impossible to ignore; everything about her person was dazzling. "Koman ou ye?!" She sang in an unabashedly quirky tone of voice.
"Up next, it's time to say g'day: from U.A. Oceania, Australian hero Michelle Cox!"
Michelle is a very tall, fair-skinned person with lanky rubber hose proportions. Their black hair is a short, pixie-style cut with in-closed, rounded edges and two-tailed colics at the base of their skull. They have rounded cheeks, large round ears, and black eyes reminiscent of American cartoons' silent and pre-golden era, an oblong button nose slightly upturned, and simple, thin lips; other noticeable features include comically large feet and gloved hands. Their current uniform is a white button-up, short-sleeved dress shirt, uniform waistcoat, below-the-knee length skirt, and white calf socks, accessorized with big pearl stud earrings.
In a harsh, neutral voice, Michelle whipped out double finger guns as they made their appearance, "That's Mickey for ya' bastards."
"Please don't swear in your introductions!"
"It's a form of endearment!"
"R-Right, uh- as I was about to say: and now, let's give a big hola: From U.A. South American, Chilean hero Javier Montañero!"
Javier is a short, plump boy with deep tan skin and warm skin undertones, dark brown hair, and eyes. His hair is short, voluminous, and lightly curly; his bangs push more towards his left side and are aligned with his brow line, while a thicker portion of curls slightly obscure his ears; his earlobes are gauged to one inch. His chubby cheeks are extolled by his wide eyes, plush, button nose, and fuller bottom lip. His current school uniform is layered with a wool chamanto on top of his blazer and matching chullo worn loosely on his head.
His radiating appearance brightly shined through his attitude; a tender smile brought forth a pleasant, delicate voice, "Buenos días~!"
"Lastly, let out another hola: from U.A. Mexico and Central America, Mexican hero Ximena Delgado!"
Ximena appears with a long, muscular anthropomorphic build and sleek, scaly skin of brown to pale green hues. Her back has a dark, diamond pattern, with broad white and shorter black bands around her tail; she has no visible human legs- her lower half functions and resembles that of a Mojave rattlesnake. Her torso and arms are adjacent to the female human structure but texturally keeled throughout her body. Her head simulates the design of a pit viper: a triangular-shaped head distinct from the neck, vertically elliptical pupils, slit nose, and hollow fangs that rotate back and forth on short maxillary bones at the front of the mouth. Aside from her midsection anatomy, her other human characteristic is a full head of hair; the color is similar to the brown tinge of her scales, and her bangs are side-swept to the left with two thin, loose strands of hair on each side of her head, the length is wrapped in a french braid. Her uniform is the standard female attire without socks or shoes.
While her gait was sluggish due to her body mass, the slither of her tail moved elegantly with precision. In her meek, genial voice, Ximena hesitantly addressed the audience, "E-Encantada . . . !"
"Let's hear it for our abroad students of 1-B!"
"We're so glad to be here!" The juniors hollered as they piled close together, with each of their arms draped over the other's shoulders, receiving a similar reaction from the crowd but with a spirited roar of passion from class 1-B.
"Last but not least- the class with the final piece, 1-A!"
"Beginning with a hallo: also from U.A. Western Europe, Dutch hero, Arjan van Haestregt!"
Arjan is a very tall, slim-fit boy of pale white skin with cool undertones and uncanny fashion choices. He has no visible hair; mapping out the scalp, metal spikes, ranging from three to five inches in length, are attentively arranged in a pencil stripe pattern. Contrasting with large ears, he has a diamond-shaped face, hooded blue eyes, a petite nose, and thin lips. He has seven noticeable facial piercings: one eyebrow piercing for both eyebrows, one left nostril, and one piercing at the bottom corner lip on both sides. Each ear has a lobe and three upper lobe piercings, but the left ear has a double helix piercing; a chain from his helix piercing hooks over to his lip piercing.
Just like Omar, the feeling Arjan gave off when he appeared was the same- menacing, chilling, unnerving, but something wasn't quite right. He didn't acknowledge his class, nor did he speak, and when he did face the audience, he sneered at them with a critical stare,
"Tch."
"Following next, let's say ẹ n lẹ: from U.A. West Africa, Nigerian hero Yemi Ogunsheye!"
Yemi is a short, petite automation of a feminine build with indisputable facial features, skin, or hair. Her intricate design is handcrafted with precision: the body's plates have a glossy, white coating. At the same time, unshelled pieces between durable structures are protected by thinly layered pads covered by high-tech fabric. The additional pieces that appear evident throughout her body complicate her bionic form. Her only glimpse of color is a yellow, translucent glass dome occupying most of her headpiece. Her uniform is paired with a mini skirt instead of the standard length skirt and loose socks rather than knee-high socks; her school-issued blazer is replaced with a school sweater, and her dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned.
Despite her appearance, her jaunt was reticent and lithe—almost as though she were walking on air. Similar to Arjan, Yemi did not speak; she didn't even make a sound.
"And holler aloha: also from U.A. Oceania, Native Hawaiian hero, Keali'i Ho'omalu!"
Keali'i is a very tall, broad, deep tan-skinned boy with neutral skin undertones, impish hair, and masqueraded facial features. His square face shape is concealed by a finely carved, wood half mask with a sizeable grimacing mouth, accentuated teeth, stuck-out tongue, and snub nose; a spandex half mask is worn underneath the wooden one of similar color. His hairstyle slightly obscures his green, almond-shaped eyes, thick eyebrows, and a long, dense mohawk held up by sections of tiny rubber bands combed to mimic continuation overall.
Comfortably snug in his school uniform, Keali'i's brooding demeanor was no different from those of the others, and like them, He was utterly silent.
"And finally, our last student on the list! Give your loudest hello: from U.A. Western, American hero Shelby Pascal!"
Shelby is a toned, full-figured girl of average height, fair skin with warm undertones, and a ghoulish presence. Her hair is white and ankle-length, styled in a mock Hime Cut: sleek, straight hair curved inwards and trimmed, with straight-level bangs that hide most of her heart-shaped face. Her facial features, such as her eyes, ears, or distinct features, are not visible from the nose cartilage up. Her uniform is paired with a mini skirt instead of the standard length skirt and loose socks rather than knee-high socks; her school-issued blazer is replaced with a school sweater that has been tied around her waist by the sleeves, and her dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned.
The motion of her walk was nothing short of haunting. What looked physically human moved like an empty husk of someone who once was. It was no surprise that she, too, did not make a sound.
"Shout out to our abroad students of 1-A!. . ?"
They did not gather, pose, sign, or even move. The four merely stood there, gravely staring down at their class without a single word to pass their lips. The crowd found themselves unable to react, even in intimidation, but no class felt more shaken than 1-A, who had spent the entire presentation of their classmates anxious; those who shared the stage looked at each other with concerned disheartenment.
"Once again, boys and girls of U.A. Japan, meet your new classmates! These twelve individuals had fought tooth and nail through impossible challenges alongside hundreds of their peers and rivals only to come out on top, proving they're the best of the best- worthy enough to call themselves rising hero champiooooons! Present Mic: out!"
When the microphone had been dropped, the students had a moment to mingle with each other and give proper introductions. As they made their way off-stage, they were immediately surrounded by their eager new acquaintances.
"Why do you wear a mask?" Asked Nejire, who got close to Omar and pointed at his mask.
"Quirk accident."
"I'm sorry! -What happened to your arm?"
Nejire asked Bassam, still pointing.
"A shark bit it off!"
"Oh no! -Hey, did you do your make-up? It looks pretty!" She questioned Fatima, up close and personal.
"I did! Thank you!"
"Do you think we can be friends?" Inquired Nejire to Chelsea.
"I'd love to!"
"Yay!" She cheered, throwing her arms around Chelsea's neck and gently pulling her weight, receiving a warm smile and light back pat in return.
Sticking her tongue out through the notch in her lips, Ximena's mouth scrunched in disgust,
"H-Hey, do you guys smell that?"
"Smell what?" The three asked simultaneously.
"That stench. . ."
"Well, it truly is an honor to meet you finally. . .~" Monoma leered as he haughtily presented himself ahead of everyone else.
"I found it."
"O-Oh. . ."
"Hey, aren't you warm with all those clothes on?" Kaibara asked Javier about his wool hat and poncho.
"Hm? No, not really. Besides, my abuela made these for me so I wouldn't feel homesick!"
"Your what?"
"My grandma!"
"Sounds nice." Chimed in Tsuburaba, who overheard from within proximity.
"So w-wait, are you like- an actual snake?!" Tetsutetsu babbled, failing to ask politely.
"Don't ask like that!" Tokage came in to reprimand her dimwitted classmate.
"O-Oh! I'm, I uh-...well I..!" Ximena couldn't get the correct words out, and she perished quickly due to her shyness.
"Yup! A real, genuine rattlesnake!" Came up Estelle from behind, wrapping an arm around Ximena's shoulders and faintly squeezing her arm in a comforting manner.
"A rattlesnake, huh?.. Wait, does that mean you can do the thing?!" Komori queried with elation.
"T-The thing?"
"With your tail?"
"You mean this?" She asked before vibrating her rattle to make an audible noise.
"The thing!" Yelled the entirety of class 1-B.
Ximena squealed in confusion, "An' you were worried people were gonna be afraid of you." Mickey remarked, bumping her elbow against her keeled arm.
1-A stared at them, and the abroad students of their class, in turn, reciprocated. They stood in silence. As one, they hesitantly inched towards the four, but they responded by inching away from them. They continued for a few more step sequences until—"They're completely ignoring us!"