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[8] Class 1-A
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 16:27:34 +0000 UTC(Third Person POV – Class 1-A)
The classroom was quiet, the only sound being the occasional rustle of a page as Momo Yaoyorozu read her book by the window. Though her eyes were fixed on the text, her fingers fidgeted slightly against the cover, betraying her nerves. Every so often, she stole glances at the other two students in the room.
Fumikage Tokoyami sat with his arms folded, his eyes closed as if meditating, completely undisturbed by his surroundings. Meanwhile, Tsuyu Asui idly tapped her fingers against her desk, her wide eyes scanning the room with mild boredom.
The silence was disrupted by the soft click of the door sliding open.
A tall figure stepped inside.
Kata Okada.
He moved with quiet confidence, his red eyes sweeping across the room in quick assessment. His messy white hair and the faint scars on his hands and neck painted an imposing image, one that made Momo hesitate as she considered greeting him. A strange tension settled in her chest.
Tokoyami cracked one eye open, observing him briefly before deciding to return to his own thoughts. He knew better than to disturb someone who clearly preferred solitude.
Tsuyu, on the other hand, watched him intently. From the moment he entered until he took his seat, she didn’t look away. A low hum escaped her lips as if in thought.
The room, once again, fell into silence—only this time, the air felt heavier.
(Kata’s POV)
'Damn it.'
I sighed internally, already regretting my decision to stay quiet. 'Had the perfect opportunity to introduce myself, but I freaked out and tried to play it cool. Now I just look like a douche.'
Well, no point dwelling on it now.
'Someone else will start talking soon. When they do, I’ll just introduce myself then. Patience is key.'
Taking a steady breath, I reached into my bag and pulled out a notebook—a compilation of ideas I’d put together for my Quirk’s future development.
'I’ll probably master the forcefield soon. The real challenge is making it strong enough to withstand serious attacks while keeping it passive enough that I can still fight. After that, I’ll work on controlling objects continuously instead of just launching them. Maybe even sensing things telekinetically…'
I was mid-thought when the door opened again.
My gaze lifted instinctively, and I saw a tall, sharply moving figure enter the room.
Tenya Iida.
“Hello, everyone!” he greeted, his tone formal yet enthusiastic. “My name is Tenya Iida! It is a pleasure to meet you all!”
Finally, my chance to speak—
Before I could so much as take a breath, Momo shot up from her seat as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Good morning! My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well as the rest of our classmates,” she said, offering a small bow.
With that, the delicate balance was broken.
Tsuyu followed, her voice calm and composed. “Hi, I’m Tsuyu Asui. Nice to meet you.” A quiet ribbit followed her words.
Then Tokoyami, ever the enigma, simply said, “Tokoyami. A pleasure.”
'Alright, my turn,' I thought, as eyes turned to me.
I inhaled, preparing to speak—
The door slammed open.
Two more students strode in, laughing and chatting as they entered.
I shut my mouth, my moment stolen.
'Damn it.'
Keeping my face neutral, I resigned myself to silence once again.
Mina Ashido and Denki Kamanari.
Mina wasted no time making her presence known. With a bright grin, she threw up a hand in greeting. “Hey, everyone! I’m Mina Ashido! Nice to meet you all!”
Right behind her, Denki followed, smirking confidently. “Denki Kaminari. How’s it going?”
A second round of introductions kicked off immediately. I watched, waiting for the perfect moment to speak up. Just wait for a pause, then jump in. But before I could, the door slammed open.
A sharp voice cut through the chatter.
“Out of the way, you extras!”
A spiky-haired blond stormed in, his very presence radiating hostility. Without hesitation, he dropped into a random seat and kicked his feet up onto the desk.
Iida reacted instantly, his movements rigid with indignation. “That is highly disrespectful! We must honor those who came before us—”
The two immediately fell into a heated argument, Bakugo’s aggressive snarls clashing with Iida’s authoritative scolding. The room, once quiet, erupted into full conversation.
Mina gravitated toward Momo and Tsuyu, quickly roping them into a discussion filled with laughter and giggles.
Denki’s gaze landed on me for a moment, but between my intimidating presence and the way I was pretending to be busy—desperately avoiding further embarrassment—he chose Tokoyami instead. I heard him attempt to start a conversation, his usual playful tone present.
I exhaled slowly, barely audible.
'Missed my chance again.'
Even if I forced myself to join now, I wasn’t confident enough to just insert myself into a conversation.
'I could try to faking a persona like I do with everyone else, but… I didn’t feel like being fake with them. That mask would crack quickly anyway.'
Minutes passed. More students entered, their chatter filling the room as groups naturally formed. Eventually, Midoriya arrived, followed closely by Uraraka. The only ones who still seemed outside the major discussions were Todoroki and Tokoyami.
'Not exactly how I hoped things would go, but I guess it’s not unexpected.'
I glanced around, observing the class dynamics, when movement near the door caught my eye.
A yellow caterpillar slid inside.
No… not a caterpillar. A sleeping bag.
I narrowed my eyes. 'Shota Aizawa.'
'Dangerous. He can shut down my Quirk. I'll need to find a way around that.'
Mentally filing that away, I watched as he unzipped the sleeping bag, much to the confusion of Uraraka and Midoriya.
"If you're here to socialize, then get out," he said flatly, pulling out a juice box and taking a sip.
Silence fell over the class, all eyes on the disheveled man in the sleeping bag.
"This is the hero course," he continued, deadpan, finishing his juice. "It took you eight seconds to quiet down. Time is a precious resource."
Murmurs spread throughout the class as Aizawa’s tired eyes swept over us.
"You lot aren’t very rational, are you?"
The murmuring grew louder as Aizawa introduced himself.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."
With a sigh, he packed away his sleeping bag and gestured toward the lockers.
"Change into your gym uniforms and meet me outside. We’re going to see what you're really made of."
Aizawa turned on his heel and walked away.
Minutes later, the entire class stood on the sports field, dressed in gym uniforms as Aizawa explained the purpose of this exercise.
Uraraka hesitantly raised a hand. “Uh… what about orientation?”
Aizawa barely spared her a glance. “If you want to make friends, do it on your own time.” Without missing a beat, he turned his deadpan gaze on me. “Okada. How far could you throw in middle school?”
The class’s attention snapped toward me.
I blinked, momentarily thrown off. Didn’t he ask Bakugo in the original timeline? Must be because I got first place in the entrance exam. A small part of me felt pride, but it was quickly drowned out by the realization that this meant everyone just learned my last name. Great. Now I have no control over when I introduce myself.
Even worse, Bakugo was glaring daggers at me, fists clenched. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.
Sigh. How troublesome.
Meeting Aizawa’s stare with an even expression, I answered, “Ninety-five meters.”
There were murmurs from my classmates, some eyebrows raising in surprise. What? Is my voice weird? I’ve been told it sounds nice before.
Aizawa nodded. “Alright. Now use your Quirk. Do whatever you need—just don’t leave the circle. Give it everything you’ve got.”
Stepping into the designated throwing circle, I debated whether I should hold back. They’re benchmarking us, so if I go easy, Aizawa might see right through it. Better to go all out now. I’ll also test continuous application of force until the ball leaves my range.
Taking a stance, I gripped the ball tightly. My arm tensed as I pulled it back before swinging forward in a sharp motion.
The moment the ball left my fingertips, I activated my Quirk at full force, pushing it forward with my mind—accelerating it far beyond what should be physically possible.
A deafening BOOM shattered the air as the ball broke the sound barrier.
Then another.
And another.
By the time the fourth sonic boom rang out, half the class had their hands over their ears, wincing at the force of the shockwaves. The ball rocketed into the sky, a blur against the clouds, and kept going until it vanished beyond the horizon.
Silence.
No one spoke. The only sound was the distant rustling of trees in the breeze.
Aizawa’s phone beeped and he raised a brow when the number appeared.
27,307 meters.
I swallowed. Didn’t think it’d go that far. Keeping my face neutral, I stepped out of the circle. The weight of my classmates’ stares pressed down on me, some filled with awe, others with something closer to unease.
Kinda hope that ball didn’t hit anyone… but, well. Not my problem.
As I reached the group, Kirishima was the first to snap out of it.
“Whoa, man! That was insane! How’d you do that? You even made sonic booms!” His eyes practically sparkled with excitement.
“Yeah, that was sick,” Denki chimed in, along with a few murmured agreements from the rest of the class. Even some of the quieter students gave approving nods.
Not everyone was impressed, though.
Bakugo’s jaw was clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. His hands twitched at his sides, explosions faintly sparking from his palms. Across from him, Todoroki’s fingers curled ever so slightly.
Finally, a chance to talk to someone. I made a mental note to thank Aizawa for forcing this moment—then immediately realized I had no idea how to respond.
“…Thanks.”
It was short, but no one seemed to mind.
Before the conversation could continue, Aizawa’s voice cut through the air.
“Awesome… you say?” His tone was sharp, edged with something unreadable.
The energy shifted instantly.
“You’re hoping to become heroes after three years here, and you think it’s all fun and games?” His eyes swept over us, his presence suddenly suffocating.
A heavy pause. Then—
“The one with the lowest score across all eight events…” He let the words hang in the air before delivering the final blow.
“…Will be expelled.”
Panic spread like wildfire.
I saw Midoriya tense, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. Others shifted uncomfortably, nervous whispers passing between them.
Aizawa pushed his hair back, his sharp gaze locking onto each of us.
“Your fates are in our hands.”
The class stilled under the weight of his words.
“Welcome. This is…” He took a step forward, voice dropping.
“…The hero course at U.A. High.”
