Yamcha and Puar were up early, and they arrived at UA well before any of the students. Together, they headed to Nezu's office. Yamcha took a seat while Puar floated beside him, both gazing at the principal with a calm confidence. Given his background, Yamcha was used to dealing with all kinds of anthropomorphic creatures like Puar, Oolong, and Korin—not to mention aliens.

"Good morning, Boss. I'm here to grab the keys to my office and start getting things set up," Yamcha greeted Nezu with a friendly smile. "Looks like we have something in common—a scar that makes the girls go wild," he added with a playful grin, his laid-back tone making it clear he meant no offense.

Nezu's beady eyes sparkled with intrigue as he observed Yamcha and Puar. He tapped his paws together thoughtfully, a small smile forming on his face.

"Well, well, Yamcha! Your enthusiasm is certainly refreshing. And I see you've brought Puar along too," Nezu said, nodding towards the floating cat with a hint of admiration. "It's not every day I get visitors who truly appreciate the finer details of office decor—and scars, it seems."

Puar grinned, tail swishing. "Yamcha's right! Scars give a bit of character, you know?"

Nezu chuckled, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "I suppose we both wear our marks with a certain charm." Then, leaning back with his paws folded, he tilted his head slightly. "But make no mistake, Yamcha, your work here will certainly be... rigorous." His expression became slightly more serious, but the glimmer in his eyes held a hint of mischief. "Are you quite ready for what's to come?"

Yamcha, ever confident and laid-back, grinned and gave a thumbs-up. "You bet! I've handled plenty of surprises before—bring it on!"

Nezu handed him the keys, still smiling. "Excellent. I'll be watching closely to see how you adapt to UA's... unique challenges. Just don't expect them all to be as straightforward as a simple scar," he added with a knowing smile.

Yamcha nodded, "Well, the unusual is something I am kind of used to at this point," he said with a nod of his head, "I once had to hit a monkey with a mallet and catch an oversized grasshopper to be able to get training with an important figure, and I am sure the lessons I have learned from my many great teachers will help the kids here a lot. This is a real chance to give back and make a difference. And let me tell you some of my teachers were a bit strange and different."

Nezu leaned forward, his paws steepled, clearly amused by Yamcha's stories. "A monkey and a grasshopper, you say? Now, that does sound rather unorthodox. But I suppose many valuable lessons come from unusual circumstances," he replied, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Indeed," Nezu continued, "I have a feeling that your experiences, varied as they are, might offer a perspective our students haven't yet encountered. After all, here at UA, we believe in fostering unique strengths." He gave a small, contemplative nod. "Perhaps you'll even find some of your own skills developing in... unexpected ways."

Puar chimed in cheerfully, "Yamcha's right! He's learned from some of the best, and he's got stories to last a lifetime."

Yamcha chuckled, nodding in agreement. "And I can't wait to put what I've learned to good use here. Teaching these kids isn't just about fighting; it's about resilience, adaptability, and knowing when to push forward even when things seem impossible."

Nezu's gaze softened, pleased with Yamcha's sincerity. "Well said, Yamcha. In that case, welcome to UA. Let's see just how much of a difference you and Puar can make. And don't hesitate to lean on us if you find yourself facing... the unexpected," he added with a sly smile, as if already anticipating the unusual situations Yamcha might encounter.

"Now, I know you know my abilities, and I don't think anyone here can learn Puar's abilities, but it I think might be best for you to show him your skills, buddy," Yamcha said as he looked at him, "You see, Nezu, my friend here can shapeshift into anything person, or object, of course his power doesn't change or anything, but he can do so, which is his own unique power. He graduated from shapeshifting school back in my land."

Nezu's ears perked up in interest as he watched Puar concentrate, focusing on his transformation. A moment later, Puar morphed into a near-perfect replica of Nezu himself, right down to the suit and curious smile. The only giveaway was Puar's eyes, which held a unique, lively gleam that the original Nezu's did not.

Nezu clapped his tiny paws together, clearly delighted. "Oh my, that's quite an impressive skill, Puar! You've even managed to capture my impeccable fashion sense," he joked, giving a nod of approval. "Not many have such versatility—and fewer still can manage to pull it off so charmingly."

Puar gave a little bow in Nezu's form, smiling proudly. "Thank you, Nezu! I practiced for years. I can copy appearances, but I'm still me inside. Just don't expect me to be as smart as the real thing!" He changed back to his usual form with a small puff of energy, floating by Yamcha again.

Nezu chuckled, clearly amused by Puar's enthusiasm. "Versatility is a valuable trait in any hero, Puar. You never know when a little misdirection or disguise might be just what's needed. And Yamcha, you're quite correct; UA has many unique quirks, but none quite like Puar's. I believe this will be a wonderful addition to our curriculum—and perhaps a little inspiration for students who may sometimes feel their own quirks are… unconventional."

Yamcha gave a thumbs-up. "Glad you think so, Nezu. We're here to make a difference, one transformation and Wolf Fang Fist at a time."

Yamcha took the keys and waved as he went with Puar, down the hall, he went and found this room after a bit of a walk. He had a small office, as he was to teach hand to hand combat with students, and more stuff along that line and physical training then anything else to start off with. Meaning he wasn't some homeroom teacher. He opened the door and looked into his office, or rather what he found was his classroom. He didn't know he would get this for teaching, but he was apparently given such a thing. It was a nice surprise as he looked around. He noticed that luckily there were no desks in the room at all outside of one for him with a computer on it.

Yamcha and Puar looked around the empty space, Yamcha's mind already buzzing with ideas. With a grin, he clapped his hands together, feeling the excitement of setting up his own space to share the fundamentals of combat with UA's students.

"Alright, Puar, let's turn this place into the ultimate training dojo!" Yamcha said, already picturing what he wanted to add. "First things first, let's get some mats down. We don't want anyone getting hurt while they're learning how to move."

Puar nodded enthusiastically. "Good idea! And maybe some training dummies too? We don't want you accidentally launching one of your Wolf Fang Fists into a poor student!" Puar floated around the room, mimicking Yamcha's signature move with little air punches.

Yamcha chuckled, watching his friend. "You're right—dummies would be perfect. And maybe some weighted gear, too, for anyone wanting to level up their endurance." He looked around, envisioning a room filled with sturdy training equipment, the kind his own mentors would approve of. With Puar's help, they worked to lay down training mats and set up the dummies, each one strategically placed for different types of drills.

Stepping back to admire the setup, Yamcha nodded in satisfaction. "I think that'll do for now! I think this will work just perfect," he thought to himself as he looked at the notes. "I think that it will work as a way place for these kids to learn, and we can always take things outside, there is a lot of room for when we need to kick things up after all. Plus, this is my chance to see everyone what I can do as a teacher."

Puar gave a little cheer. "You will be perfect, Yamcha! You'll teach them the best techniques, I'm sure of it."

Yamcha couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of excitement and determination. "Here's to a fresh start, buddy."

Izuku took a deep breath, steadying himself as he approached UA's impressive campus, where his life was bound to change forever. His heart raced as he thought about the friends, mentors, and challenges he might face here. Though his determination had grown, a part of him still felt like that kid dreaming of being a hero, now walking through the doors of his long-awaited dream school.

As he walked down the hallway toward his class, he spotted a familiar figure—Tenya Iida, the serious and energetic student he remembered from the entrance exam. Tenya was striding purposefully, his posture as upright as ever. Izuku's nervousness eased a little at the sight of a somewhat familiar face, and he raised his hand, calling out, "Hey!"

Tenya turned to him, his expression brightening with recognition. "Ah! Midoriya, was it?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and formality. "Good to see you here! I remember your impressive performance during the exam, especially your selflessness in helping others. It was very hero-like."

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed but pleased. "Thanks, Iida. That...means a lot. I'm just happy to be here, honestly," he admitted. "I'm hoping to improve, even if I'm not like everyone else."

Tenya adjusted his glasses with a determined nod. "Nonsense, Midoriya! We're all here to improve ourselves, regardless of where we begin. That's the spirit of UA, isn't it?"

Izuku felt his resolve strengthen at Tenya's encouraging words. "You're right. I'm excited to work hard and learn as much as I can."

Tenya grinned, his expression both sincere and intense. "And we shall, together! Let's make the most of our time here and strive to be the best heroes we can be!"

Stepping into the classroom, Izuku could see just how many people were in the class. He also could see just how different each one was. He had a feeling that many of them were very unique and colorful. He looked over and at the back of the room, saw his old bully, Bakugo. It had been a long time since he interacted with him at all. He felt a bit nervous, but he reminded himself he wasn't that person anymore. He was a teacher of someone who was insanely strong who believed in him.

He looked for a seat and opted for one near the front, hoping it would help him stay attentive and give his best in each lesson. Settling in, he took a deep breath and tried to steady his excitement and anticipation, though the underlying confidence he had earned through his years of intense training helped him keep calm.

As he adjusted his seat, a few students glanced curiously his way. Tenya Iida, who had entered shortly after, greeted him with a formal bow before heading to his own seat. Izuku also noticed Ochaco Uraraka waving at him brightly from her spot a few seats away, her eyes lighting up with recognition and friendliness. He waved back, feeling more at ease as he sensed a few friendly faces.

Though he remained outwardly reserved, Izuku's thoughts raced. This is it. I'm not the same person I was before, and I have the strength to prove myself, even without a quirk. His training in martial arts and ki control had sharpened his skills to an incredible level, though he kept that fact well-guarded. He knew most people here, including Bakugo, had no idea just how much he'd changed.

As the students settled into their seats, chatting with one another and buzzing with excitement, the door slid open, and a figure shuffled in, wrapped in a sleeping bag. The room fell silent as everyone watched the man untangle himself and rise, revealing a pair of tired, yet piercing, eyes beneath a mess of dark hair. Izuku recognized him immediately—Shota Aizawa, the Pro Hero known as Eraser Head.

Aizawa looked over the students, expression unreadable. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket, taking a quick sip as he stepped forward. "Good morning," he said, his voice flat and unimpressed. "I'm Shota Aizawa, your homeroom teacher."

His gaze swept across the room, lingering for a split second on each student before he continued, "UA High isn't about coddling you. This isn't some place to dream or waste time. If you're here, you're here to work hard—and I mean really hard. That starts now."

The students exchanged uneasy glances, some whispering in confusion.

Aizawa held up a small device, displaying their schedules for the day, and swiped through it. "Forget orientation. We'll be conducting a Quirk Apprehension Test right now." His voice was firm, allowing no room for objections.

"A... test?" Ochaco murmured, her eyes wide.

"A test, yes," Aizawa replied curtly, as though sensing her question. "This is how we evaluate your capabilities, to see if you're capable of handling UA's standards. You'll each use your quirk—or any other abilities you may possess—in a series of exercises designed to measure your combat readiness, physical endurance, and adaptability."

As the murmurs grew, Aizawa continued, his eyes narrowing slightly. "One more thing—there will be consequences. The student who performs the worst in this test will be expelled from UA High immediately."

The tension in the room thickened. Some students visibly paled, while others, like Bakugo, smirked, their determination and confidence flaring.

Izuku clenched his fists, his heart pounding. Another chance to prove myself. I've trained for half a year, and he did that for moments like this. Even without a quirk, I'm ready to give it everything I've got.

"Head outside and get ready," Aizawa said. "We'll start in five minutes." With that, he turned and strode out, expecting the students to follow without delay.