'I think I arrived way too early,' thought Momo Yaoyorozu as she walked through the empty halls of U.A.
Today marked the beginning of a crucial chapter in her life, as it was the day she would take her first steps toward becoming a hero.
Getting there hadn't been easy. Her family, one of the most influential and wealthy in Japan, had other plans for her.
From a young age, Momo had been seen as the natural successor to her family's gigantic corporation, and the expectations placed on her were immense. Her parents, in particular, didn't look favorably on her decision to pursue the path of a hero.
But Momo always knew she wanted more than meetings, contracts, and profits. She wanted to make a difference, to protect people, and to help those who couldn't protect themselves.
Even so, the internal conflict and her parents' disapproval weighed heavily on her heart. 'Will they ever understand?' No matter how much she tried to show determination and positivity, her parents' voices still echoed in her mind, questioning her choices.
Turning the corner, her eyes lit up as she spotted the door to Class 1-A. Her heart raced in a mix of anxiety and excitement. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself as she stopped in front of the door.
Gripping the handle firmly, Momo opened the door slowly and entered. To her surprise, the room wasn't completely empty. At the center, a boy with spiky blond hair sat with his eyes closed, arms resting on the desk, supporting his head.
In the back, another student with white and red hair was gazing out the window, his expression rigid and introspective.
'...Better not disturb that one's nap.' Momo walked to the back of the classroom, deciding to introduce herself to the boy near the window. "Good morning," she said with a polite smile.
The boy slowly turned his face toward her and gave her a small nod.
"I'm Yaoyorozu Momo," she continued, maintaining her smile. "I think we'll be classmates. I hope we'll become good friends from now on."
"No."
Momo's smile froze on her face. "Huh... no?"
"I'm not here to make friends," Todoroki replied, his tone calm and direct, before returning his gaze to the window, as if she no longer existed.
'How... rude,' Momo thought, feeling her initial enthusiasm deflate slightly. Despite that, she quickly composed herself. A cold reception wouldn't ruin her excitement about being there.
Turning around, she hesitated for a moment, pondering her options for where to sit. Stealing a glance at the other boy, Momo noticed that he had opened his eyes and was focused on the classroom door, as if expecting someone to enter.
'Maybe he'll be more approachable... or at least less rude,' she thought with a discreet sigh.
Resolute, Momo walked toward him, stopping beside the desk with her polite smile back in place. "Hi. I'm Yaoyorozu Momo," she said, trying to appear confident after being so brutally rejected.
Bakugo fixed his gaze on her for a few seconds, as if evaluating her. He seemed completely oblivious to the discomfort his intense stare could cause.
"Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki," he finally replied, his tone firm and brusque.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bakugo-san," Momo said, gradually losing her smile as she realized he wasn't exactly the friendly type either. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
He shrugged, indifferent. "Do whatever you want."
Momo chose a desk nearby, settling in carefully. "Haah..." Letting out a small sigh, she stared at the blackboard, disappointed with this not-so-promising start.
'Will the other students be as distant as these two? Maybe I'm expecting too much...' Momo reflected, lightly biting her lower lip, wondering if her hope of forming bonds and making friends at U.A. was nothing more than a naïve idea.
"You arrived early, too."
Bakugo's voice broke the silence, pulling her out of her thoughts. Momo turned her head toward him, surprised that he had initiated a conversation. "Huh... y-yeah, I preferred to arrive early to get organized."
"So I'm not the only one, then," he remarked, casting a quick glance at her. "I like to always be prepared."
Momo nodded, trying to find some common ground with him. "I think preparation is essential too," she said. Maybe, behind that rigid attitude, Bakugo had more in common with her than it seemed. "I've always worked hard on my studies and training. I think it makes all the difference."
"Oh, yeah? What's your quirk?"
She straightened in her seat, clasping her hands on her lap. "My quirk is Creation. I can create practically any object, as long as I know its composition and have enough energy to produce it."
Bakugo seemed to consider her words for a moment. "Hmm. That sounds useful if you know how to use it right."
"It is, indeed," she replied, keeping her tone calm but feeling a slight pang of nervousness. "That's why I study a lot. I want to ensure my quirk is an advantage in any situation."
He gave a small grunt of approval. "Better than those who just rely on their quirk without knowing how to use their brain."
Momo smiled softly, feeling that, despite Bakugo's rude and direct manner, he seemed to respect her dedication and effort. Determined to keep the conversation flowing, she asked, "And your quirk? I imagine it must be powerful."
"Explosion," he replied bluntly. "The sweat glands in my hands produce sweat similar to nitroglycerin."
Momo's eyes widened. "That's incredible, Bakugo-san," she commented sincerely. "It must require a lot of control."
"Yeah... a lot."
[1 hour later]
"Class 1-A, Class 1-A... what a huge place!" Midoriya ran through U.A.'s hallways, his eyes frantically scanning the doors. His desperation grew with every step, as the clock seemed to move faster than he did. 'Crap, I can't be late on the first day!'
Finally, he spotted the classroom. "Found it!" Stopping in front of the door, he bent over, trying to catch his breath. Then his eyes widened as he noticed the oversized entrance. 'What a huge door! Is it for accessibility?'
Taking a deep breath, Midoriya adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, his hands trembling slightly. 'Only the elite were chosen from so many students in the exam...' For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
'This is it, the moment I've been dreaming of... I hope Kacchan is here... then I can show him that I can keep up with him! That I can become a hero too!'
With a renewed wave of determination, he opened the door.
Midoriya took a hesitant step inside, trying not to draw attention in the nearly silent room. His eyes scanned the space until they landed on a spiky blond-haired figure.
'Kacchan?!'
Bakugo was sitting in the center, as if the spot was already his. His arms were crossed, and his confident expression was typical, but what shocked Midoriya was something else: Bakugo was talking to the classmates around him. Naturally. Without yelling, without blowing anything up, without threatening anyone.
Midoriya blinked a few times, almost expecting the vision to disappear. 'Am I... hallucinating?'
"Um, excuse me?"
The voice behind him snapped Midoriya back to reality. He turned quickly and found himself face-to-face with a short-haired girl, with a natural rosy blush on each cheek.
"Ah! S-sorry!" Midoriya exclaimed, realizing he was blocking the entrance. He quickly stepped to the side, nervously adjusting his backpack.
"Thank you." The girl replied with a small smile as she entered the room. Midoriya watched her as her eyes scanned the space until they stopped—and practically started to sparkle.
"Bakugo-kun!"
He nearly spat blood as he watched the girl practically skip over to Bakugo, who greeted her with a small nod. 'I'm dreaming. This has to be a dream!'
"How long are you going to stand there?"
"Huh?" Slowly, Midoriya turned toward the new voice, finding a man lying on the floor in a sleeping bag at the classroom door. 'A homeless guy!'
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