June and Izuku soon arrived at U.A., the prestigious school looming before them like a magnificent fortress. The immense double doors, crafted from polished mahogany and adorned with intricate carvings, towered high above, casting a long shadow over the pristine grounds. The sprawling campus was alive with the buzz of students, their laughter and chatter filling the air, blending seamlessly with the scents of morning dew and freshly mowed grass.

As they stood before the monumental entrance, June turned to Izuku with a warm, reassuring smile that softened the edges of her nervous anticipation. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear before resting her hand on the side of his head, her touch light yet grounding. "We're in this together," she said, her voice steady and confident, a promise woven with trust.

Izuku felt the weight of her words wrapping around him like a protective cloak. He nodded, his own heart swelling with renewed courage. The reassurance in her smile ignited a flicker of hope within him, revitalizing his spirit as he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead within the hallowed halls of U.A.

With a deep breath, they stepped through the towering doors and into the vibrant world of U.A. Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with the energy of eager students bustling about, each one brimming with anticipation for the day ahead. The immense foyer was adorned with dazzling banners celebrating their heroes, and the walls echoed with laughter and spirited discussions.

As their eyes adjusted to the brightness, June spotted Bakugo and the blue-haired boy from the presentation standing a short distance away. Bakugo's presence was unmistakable, exuding a fiery intensity as always, while Iida's demeanor remained formal and composed, his glasses subtly glinting in the overhead light.

June felt a sigh escape her lips, an involuntary reaction to her stroke of bad luck. Just my luck, she thought, the tension knotting in her stomach. She glanced at Izuku beside her, offering him a reassuring smile, but inside, her mind raced with possibilities of what could unfold.

As she let Izuku step in last, the instant they entered, both Bakugo and Iida's intense gazes snapped toward her, their expressions shifting from casual conversation to focused astonishment. Their thoughts intersected in that brief moment—a silent acknowledgment that she was the girl they had seen before; the girl who stood out, whose presence stirred something within them both. It's her, they both thought, the realization hanging heavy in the air, intertwining with the electric energy of the moment.

Iida stepped confidently forward, ready to introduce himself with the formality befitting a student of U.A. "I am Tenya Iida, the class representative, and—"

Before he could complete his sentence, Izuku interjected, urgency evident in his voice. "We, uh... know who you are," he said, fumbling slightly over his words. The nervousness in his tone contrasted sharply with Iida's composed demeanor, but there was an underlying warmth that bridged the gap between their personalities.

Iida nodded, his brow furrowing slightly as he pressed on, "You two had to see there was something else to the exam, didn't you?" His eyes glinted with curiosity, keenly analyzing their reactions.

June and Izuku exchanged a sudden, startled glance, their expressions mirroring confusion. "What? No," June replied, crossing her arms defensively, the shadows of uncertainty creeping into her voice. Just as she spoke, a brown-haired girl burst into their small gathering, her energy radiating through the atmosphere like sunlight piercing through clouds.

"Oh, it's that messy hair!" she exclaimed, her gaze brightening as it landed on Izuku. They turned to see Uraraka standing there, her bright smile infectious, instantly lifting the mood. "Hey, you two!" she called out, waving enthusiastically as she bounded over.

The earlier tension melted away, replaced by the warmth of shared camaraderie. June observed the interaction, her arms uncrossing as she welcomed the energy that Uraraka brought with her vibrant presence, momentarily forgetting her prior concerns.

Before the conversation could progress, a shift in the atmosphere drew their attention. A man with dark hair and piercing eyes walked in, his presence commanding instant respect. June felt a chill run down her spine as recognition washed over her. Shota Aizawa, she thought, the name lingering like a whisper in the back of her mind.

His gaze scanned the room, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of recognition lighting up his expression. June held her breath, a mix of anxiety and familiarity churning within her. Yet, before she could process the implications of that silent acknowledgment, Aizawa swiftly shifted his focus back to the group, his demeanor as stoic as ever. He didn't waste a moment with pleasantries.

Without a word, he pulled out a stack of P.E. clothes and began distributing them to the students. The fabric rustled in his grasp, the scent of freshly laundered cotton wafting through the air. As he handed each set of clothes, his eyes conveyed a sense of urgency, as if time was of the essence.

"Follow me to the P.E. grounds," he instructed, his voice monotone yet authoritative. The students shuffled into formation, excitement and nervousness mingling among them as they trailed behind him.

Once they reached the P.E. grounds, the sun glinting off the polished surface of the training area, Aizawa turned to face the class, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket. "Today, you will participate in a Quirk Apprehension Test," he explained, voice steady and clear. "This will evaluate your abilities since you have not been able to use your Quirks during middle school. It's crucial for us to understand your strengths and weaknesses."

The students listened intently, a mix of trepidation and resolve washing over them. June felt the adrenaline build within her, the anticipation of showcasing her abilities sending a thrill through her veins. Beside her, Izuku clenched his fists, his determination shining through his nervousness. They were ready to prove themselves.

Shota stood before the class with the air of someone who commanded authority without needing to raise his voice. "To illustrate how this test works," he said, pointing towards Katsuki Bakugo, "let's use you as an example."

Katsuki puffed out his chest, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly motivated by the opportunity to showcase his prowess. "I threw about sixty-four meters in middle school," he boasted confidently, "but let's see how it's done now." With an explosive flourish, he ignited his Quirk, clusters of fiery blasts trailing from his palms as he launched the weighted ball with a tremendous toss. The object soared through the air, soaring past the mark of seven hundred meters with alarming speed before landing in the distance with a thunderous thud.

The students erupted in excited chatter, marveling at the display of power. June exchanged impressed glances with Izuku; the exhilaration of the moment was palpable.

However, that excitement was abruptly cut short by Aizawa's next words. "It's good to be enthusiastic, but let's get one thing clear," he said, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "The student who ranks last in total points will be deemed hopeless and immediately expelled."

A stunned silence fell over the class, each student processing the severity of his announcement. The atmosphere became heavy with anxiety, and June felt her heart drop. Whispers of disbelief and concern buzzed among them, the reality of their situation settling in like a dark cloud.

" That's unfair!" a voice piped up, breaking through the tension. It was Uraraka, her expression a mix of indignation and worry as she shot an incredulous look at Aizawa. "How can you just decide someone's future based on this one test?"

Aizawa's gaze hardened, and his demeanor sharpened, cutting through the air with a weight that left no room for argument. "The world is unfair," he replied bluntly, his voice steady and unwavering. "It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness."

The words hung in the air, resonating deeply within the group. The stark reminder of the challenges they would face as aspiring heroes filled their hearts with resolve. June took a deep breath, her determination igniting like a flame. They would prove themselves, no matter the odds stacked against them.