Later that evening, Attishiro sat alone under a tree in the U.A. grounds, watching the sunset cast deep hues of orange and red across the sky. The excitement from earlier had settled into a quiet resolve, and his mind drifted back to the people he had lost—the family who had given everything for him, the siblings he had known so briefly and lost to Dr. Murasaki's twisted experiments. He knew that passing the exam was only the first step; he was carrying the weight of every person who had fallen along his path.
But, for the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of hope. Meeting Koyomi, Hiroto, and Mizuki had reminded him that he didn't have to face his challenges alone. These were people who fought with strength, skill, and, most importantly, heart. They reminded him of why he wanted to be a hero—not only to honor the memory of those he had lost but to protect those still fighting by his side.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Mind if I join you?" Koyomi asked, her smile gentle.
Attishiro nodded, and she sat beside him, looking out at the sunset. "It's been a long day, huh?"
"Yeah," he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "But a good one."
Koyomi glanced at him, sensing the weight in his voice. "I don't know what you've been through, but… I'm glad we're here together. Today felt like the start of something big."
Attishiro looked at her, a small sense of relief warming him. "It does."
They sat in silence, watching the sky darken and the stars appear, a quiet promise forming between them. Whatever battles lay ahead, Attishiro knew he would fight them with everything he had—not just for himself but for the friends he was beginning to call family.
The next morning marked the beginning of their official journey at U.A., with a full day of orientation and class assignments. As Attishiro entered Class 1-A, he felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. He took a deep breath and looked around, feeling the energy buzzing in the room. Koyomi waved at him from across the room, already chatting with Mizuki, while Hiroto stood quietly by the window, his calm gaze surveying the room.
Standing there, Attishiro knew he'd finally found his place—surrounded by future heroes, each with their own scars, their own stories, and their own drive. The path ahead would be grueling, but he was ready. And as he took his seat, he made a silent vow to himself, his friends, and the family he had lost: he would become the hero they believed he could be.
The classroom buzzed with anticipation as students settled into their seats, each brimming with excitement for their first day at U.A. High School. Attishiro took a seat by Koyomi, who seemed just as eager as he was. Mizuki was drumming her fingers on her desk in an energetic rhythm, while Hiroto leaned back, his gaze calm but watchful.
The door swung open, and a figure entered—a tall young man with blond hair, a broad smile, and an unmistakable presence. Attishiro recognized him immediately. Mirio Togata, better known as Lemillion, one of the top heroes and a U.A. alumnus, now stood at the front of the room, looking over the class with an enthusiastic grin.
"Hey, Class 1-A! I'm Mirio Togata, but you can call me Lemillion," he said, flashing a thumbs-up. "I'll be guiding you all through your hero training this year! I know we're going to be one unstoppable class."
The students looked at one another, their excitement mingling with awe. Attishiro felt his heart race; not only was Lemillion a powerful hero, but he was known for his resilience, optimism, and the strength to push through seemingly impossible odds. If anyone understood what it took to be a hero, it was him.
Lemillion clapped his hands together. "Alright! Since this is your first day, I'd like to get to know each of you—and your quirks! Let's do some quick introductions and maybe even a little demonstration if you're up for it. Sound good?"
A chorus of agreement filled the room, and one by one, each student stood up, sharing their name, quirk, and a little about why they wanted to be a hero. When it was Attishiro's turn, he rose, feeling the weight of his new classmates' eyes on him.
"My name is Attishiro," he began, his voice steady. "My quirk is called Divine Thunder—I can generate and control lightning." He held out his hand, summoning a small, crackling spark in his palm for everyone to see.
Lemillion's eyes lit up. "Awesome! Lightning control takes precision, but it's incredibly powerful when mastered. I bet you'll be a real powerhouse on the battlefield."
Attishiro felt a swell of pride at Lemillion's words, and he nodded, sitting back down. When everyone had finished their introductions, Lemillion took center stage once more.
"Now, before we dive into training, I want to tell you something important. You'll face a lot of challenges here at U.A.—challenges that will test you physically, mentally, and even emotionally," Lemillion said, his expression turning serious. "There were times when I was a student here that I thought about giving up. But what kept me going was knowing that every setback was a chance to learn and grow stronger."
He looked around the room, his gaze landing on each student. "I want each of you to remember that, no matter what you face. When things get tough, remind yourself why you want to be a hero. And if you ever feel lost, remember that you're not alone—you have your classmates, your teachers, and me."
Attishiro's heart swelled. Those words struck a chord deep within him. He thought about his own journey, the people he'd lost, and the promise he'd made to himself. He clenched his fists, feeling more determined than ever.
"Alright!" Lemillion said, his smile returning. "Let's get outside and see what you've got! We'll be doing some basic drills today to see where everyone's starting from. Ready, Class 1-A?"
The students cheered as they followed Lemillion out to the training grounds.
Outside, Lemillion had set up various obstacles and challenges designed to test the students' quirks and physical abilities. He demonstrated the drills with an effortless ease that left the students in awe. Watching him slip in and out of the ground with his quirk, Permeation, reminded Attishiro just how far he had to go.
The students divided into groups to tackle the challenges, and Attishiro found himself teamed up with Koyomi, Mizuki, and Hiroto.
The first exercise was a speed and agility test, where they had to navigate an obstacle course filled with walls, barriers, and moving targets. Lemillion explained that they needed to use their quirks creatively, not just to overcome obstacles but to support each other's strengths and weaknesses.
"Alright, let's show them what we've got!" Koyomi said, her face filled with determination.
They started off strong, each of them finding ways to navigate the course. Attishiro used his lightning to propel himself in quick bursts, while Koyomi grew crystals to create sturdy platforms for herself and her teammates. Hiroto manipulated gravity to lighten their weight as they climbed over obstacles, and Mizuki slipped through barriers with her Mist Form, scouting ahead for the best routes.
When they reached the end, Lemillion clapped, his smile beaming with pride. "That's what I love to see! Using your quirks in new ways, supporting each other—that's the spirit of a true hero team."
But before they could rest, he had them jump right into the next drill—a simulated rescue mission. They needed to rescue dummies from "burning" buildings and bring them to safety, working under pressure and maintaining focus.
The drills continued, each exercise testing a different aspect of hero work, from combat to teamwork to crisis management. Attishiro found himself growing more confident with each challenge, and his bond with Koyomi, Hiroto, and Mizuki deepened as they relied on one another.
By the time the day was over, Class 1-A was exhausted but exhilarated. Lemillion gathered them together one last time, his eyes filled with pride.
"Today was just the beginning," he said, looking around at them. "You all have so much potential, and I can't wait to see how you grow. Remember, every day you're here, you're one step closer to becoming the heroes you were born to be."
As the students headed back inside, Attishiro felt a quiet sense of peace. Lemillion's words had reminded him that he didn't have to carry his past alone. He had friends, classmates, and now, a mentor who truly believed in him.
And as he looked at the stars that night, he knew that, for the first time in a long time, he was exactly where he was meant to be.
The days at U.A. flew by in a blur of training, tests, and lessons. Attishiro found himself pushing his limits each day as he worked on mastering his Divine Thunder, but also on growing as part of a team. His classmates—Koyomi, Hiroto, Mizuki, and the others—had quickly become like family to him. They encouraged one another, celebrated their victories, and helped each other through the struggles.
Under Lemillion's guidance, they learned how to use their quirks in tandem, understanding that in the field, a hero's success didn't just depend on their individual power, but on how well they could work with others.
One afternoon, after a particularly grueling combat training session, the class was gathered in the common area, stretching and catching their breath. Attishiro was leaning against the wall, a towel draped over his shoulders, when Lemillion stepped up in front of the group with a grin.
"Alright, heroes in the making! Tomorrow, we'll be putting your teamwork to the ultimate test," Lemillion announced, his voice full of excitement. "We've got a mock city setup, complete with villains, civilians, and obstacles. You'll be split into teams, and your goal will be to complete your mission and rescue the civilians within the time limit. Sounds like fun, right?"
The students murmured with excitement, the idea of facing real-world challenges making them both nervous and eager. Attishiro felt a spark of anticipation—this would be a true test of how far they had come.
Lemillion continued, his smile widening. "But remember, it's not just about getting the job done. How you approach the situation, the strategy you use, and how you work with your team will determine whether or not you pass."
Mizuki grinned, cracking her knuckles. "I love the sound of this! Let's show them what we've got."
"You better be ready, Mizuki. I'm bringing my A-game," Hiroto said in his usual calm tone, though there was a subtle hint of competitive fire in his voice.
Koyomi, standing beside Attishiro, looked over at him and smiled. "This is it, Attishiro. We've been training for this moment. Let's make it count."
Attishiro smiled back, the fire of determination burning within him. "Yeah. Let's do this."
The next day, the class gathered at the edge of a mock city that had been set up on U.A.'s sprawling campus. The buildings were towering, and the streets were lined with obstacles—some that would be easy to navigate, others that would test their abilities to think on their feet.
Lemillion stood at the entrance, his ever-present smile in place. "Alright, everyone! You'll be split into teams, and your task is to rescue as many civilians as you can while facing off against a group of villain actors. The clock is ticking, so don't waste time! Teamwork is key!"
The students were divided into four groups. Attishiro found himself in a team with Koyomi, Hiroto, and Mizuki. As they walked through the streets of the mock city, Lemillion's voice came through their earpieces, guiding them through the mission.
"Your mission: there are civilians trapped in three different buildings. Each of you needs to get in, secure the civilians, and bring them back to safety. But be warned, the villains are lurking in the city. They'll try to stop you, so stay sharp."
Attishiro could feel his heart pounding, the weight of the mission settling in. They'd been training hard, but this was real. They were going to face danger and be forced to think quickly under pressure.
"Okay, let's stick together and stay focused," Koyomi said, her tone serious as she checked her surroundings. "We don't know where the villains are, so keep your guard up."
Hiroto nodded, his eyes scanning the city as he adjusted his stance. "We should split up to cover more ground, but we'll meet back here in 30 minutes with any civilians we find."
Attishiro gave a quick nod. "Got it."
The team moved out, each of them heading in different directions to locate the civilians. Attishiro's heart raced as he sprinted through the city, his mind focused on the task at hand. His lightning coursed through his veins, crackling with energy, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
He rounded a corner and spotted the first building—a residential complex with windows darkened by smoke. A siren wailed in the distance, signaling that the villains were nearby.
"Civilians inside, keep it together," Attishiro muttered to himself, pushing forward. He was about to rush in when he heard a low growl from behind him.
A group of villain actors appeared, blocking the entrance to the building. One of them, dressed in a black, bulky suit, grinned menacingly as he stepped forward.
"Looks like we've got a little hero in training," the villain taunted. "You think you can save those civilians?"
Attishiro didn't hesitate. He extended his hand, summoning a bolt of lightning that shot forward, hitting the villain square in the chest. The impact sent the villain stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing, drawing a weapon from his belt.
"I won't make it that easy for you!" he shouted, charging forward.
The remaining villains rushed at Attishiro, but he was ready. His lightning crackled in the air as he dodged their attacks, using his speed and agility to keep them at bay. He knew he couldn't waste time; the civilians were depending on him.
He summoned another surge of lightning, this one larger and more concentrated. The villains were too slow to react as Attishiro sent the bolt arcing through the air, hitting the ground with a deafening crack. The villains were knocked off their feet, unable to continue their attack.
Attishiro didn't stop to watch. He rushed into the building, his mind focused entirely on the mission. Inside, he found a family huddled in the corner, their faces filled with fear.
"Don't worry, I'm here to get you out," Attishiro said, his voice steady as he approached them. The family members looked up in surprise, and the children's faces lit up with hope.
Attishiro gestured for them to follow him. "We're going to get out of here, but stay close to me."
As he led them to the exit, he couldn't shake the feeling of urgency. The villains might regroup soon, and they had to move quickly.
As Attishiro safely escorted the family back to the designated meeting point, he saw Koyomi, Mizuki, and Hiroto already there, each holding civilians they had rescued. Koyomi's crystals had made a barrier, protecting the civilians as they moved through the streets. Mizuki had her body in Mist Form, slipping through the crowds and confusing any would-be attackers. Hiroto had used his gravity manipulation to control the flow of the mission, making sure they weren't overwhelmed.
"Great job, everyone," Attishiro said, his voice tired but satisfied. "We did it."
"We make a great team," Koyomi replied with a grin, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "But I think we're not done yet."
Just then, the villains regrouped, a final wave of them charging forward to stop the heroes before they could escape. Lemillion's voice crackled through their earpieces.
"You've got this! Keep going, Class 1-A! Don't let up now!"
With a renewed sense of purpose, the students of Class 1-A charged forward, working together to outsmart and overpower the remaining villains. The fight was fierce, but with their combined efforts, they managed to defeat the villains and secure the civilians.
As the clock hit zero, Lemillion appeared at the edge of the battlefield, watching with pride.
"Well done, Class 1-A. You passed the mission with flying colors," he called out.
Attishiro stood with his team, breathing heavily, but feeling a deep sense of accomplishment. Today had been a challenge—a real test of everything they had learned. But it was also a reminder of how far they had come and how much further they still had to go.
And as Lemillion's words echoed in his mind, Attishiro couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of something even bigger. He wasn't just training to be a hero. He was becoming one.