(Song: Jeff Williams feat. Casey Lee Williams - This Will Be The Day)

Four weeks later...

I shoot up and out of bed as quick as lightning, a grin on my face. It's today! I snatch up my phone and text Bakugou immediately.

Me: Blondie! Are you up? You better be!

Blondie: Wtf of course I'm up
Blondie: Why wouldn't I be

Me: Just making sure! I'm gonna shower and get ready. Then my dad will drive me to school! Meet you there!

Blondie: K whatever

I set down my phone and jump out of bed. Heading into my bathroom, I turn on my faucet and begin to undress. When the water becomes warm, I jump in and immediately begin to wash my hair and body, all the while humming a cheerful tune. I can't wait to see what we do today... Ah, it's all so crazy! I feel like I'm dreaming... I wring the soapy residue out of my hair and turn off the water.

~~~

I dress myself quickly but carefully (as to not wrinkle my uniform) and pick up my hairbrush. Dragging it through my semi-damp H/C mop, I try to make myself presentable. To add the effect of simplicity, I spread a thin layer of sparkly gloss over my lips and grab my bag.

Pencils, notebooks, water, headphones... I quickly check over everything in the bag to make sure I'm prepared and jog into the living room. "Dad!" I chirp, slinging my backpack over my shoulders. "I'm ready!"

"No good hero is complete without breakfast! Sit, honey, you still have an hour," My father laughs. I sigh and sit down at the kitchen table, plopping my bag down next to me. My dad brings me a plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon. "Can't go hungry, can we? Enjoy."

I nod and begin eating, my mind full of excitement.

~~~

My father waves goodbye to me as I race through the front gates and inside the school. My grin is as wide as can be as I run down the halls. "Class 1-A... 1-A...!" I mumble, running through the corridor with eyes glued to the left side of the hallway.I skid to a stop in front of a huge door marked '1-A'. "Ah! Here it is!" I take a deep breath and slide the door open, taking a step inside. I slam into a green haired boy standing in front of me.

"Ow! Oi, watch i-" I stop as the boy turns around, staring Izuku dead in the face. "Broccoli?!" I ask, my jaw wide open.

"Y/N-Chan?!" He asks, eyes wide. "You're attending U.A.?!"

"I--"

"Take your feet off of that desk, NOW." An authoritative voice commands.

"Huh?" A familiar boy rasps, looking at the other with a smirk.

"Blondie!" I gasp, looking in Bakugou's direction.

"Blondie...?" Izuku asks quietly, looking his way as well.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" A boy with navy blue hair and glasses scolds. Bakugou's smirk morphs into a grin.

"You're kidding me right?" He laughs, hooking his right arm over the back of his chair. "Your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?" I place a hand over my mouth to hold in my laughter.

"I-" The boy with glasses sighs. "Let's start over, I'm Tenya Iida, from the Somei Private Academy." He holds out his hand for a shake, which Bakugou disregards.

"Somei, huh?! So you must think you're better than me! I'm gonna have fun tearin' you a new one!" He growls, leaning towards Iida.

"You'd dare threaten me?? Your own classmate?! Are you sure you're in the right place?"

"Tch," Bakugou turns to face us, noticing Izuku and I. His eyes go wide.

"It's him." Iida murmurs. I turn to Izuku with a confused expression.

"Ahm, h-hi!" Izuku laughs nervously.

"Good morning!" Iida's voice carries over to us as he marches across the room. "I'm Tenya Iida, from the-"

"Uh, y-yeah, I heard!" Izuku grins, stopping the boy in his place. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you!"

"Midoriya," Iida murmurs, straightening his posture. "You realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be very perceptive. I completely misjudged you. I admit, as a student, you are far more superior to me!" He turns his head, ashamed.

"Hey, I recognize that messed up hair!" A girl's voice chirps. I turn to see a short girl with bouncy brown hair and huge brown eyes. Her rosy cheeks are pulled into a smile. "Falling boy!"

As they talk, Iida turns to me. "Miss, I never got to introduce myself. I am Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you." He holds out his hand, which I shake gently.

"I'm Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, too. But um," I murmur, looking over at Bakugou. "I gotta go say hi to someone. See you later, Iida-Kun!" I smile.

The two continue to talk as I walk past Iida and over to Bakugou. Iida places a hand on my shoulder. "L/N-Chan, be careful! That boy is a beast and is up to no good." He looks at Bakugou, who stares off into the distance beside him.

"Oh, Iida, you've got it all wrong! Bakugou is my friend!" I grin, walking over to the blonde. "Hey, you." I smile, leaning on his desk. He only huffs slightly.

"Aw, c'mon, Blondie, don't let Iida put a stick up your ass too." I grin, poking his arm.

"It ain't that," He grumbles. "I told him not to apply."

"Who? Iida?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Deku," He spits the name out like it tastes bitter to him, a hatred-fueled fire blazing at the edge of his words.

"You mean Midoriya?" I ask, looking over at the boy. "Why'd you tell him not to apply?"

"He's quirkless," He growls, snapping his head back towards Izuku. "Except he's not."

"You aren't making any sense, Blondie." I quirk an eyebrow.

"He jumped and threw a punch at the entrance exams when saving that round-faced dork from a robot. Both moves broke all limbs but his right arm. Power like that ain't from training. He's got a quirk. But he didn't used to." He explains, looking at Izuku with a venomous glare.

"How's that... Possible?" I ask, looking at Izuku. "He seems fine now..."

"The old hag in the recovery ward. Healed him or some shit. Either way, he's hiding something."

"Well, I believe you--"

"It took eight seconds for you all to shut up. That's not gonna work," A tired voice grumps. "Time is precious, and rational students would understand that." A tired looking man walks in.

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher." The man says. His head is covered in long, tousled black hair. A tiny bit of stubble grows on his upper lip and chin. His eyes are weak and heavy with fatigue. He adorns all black clothes with a bulky belt and a big, heavy-looking grey scarf.

"Gotta go get my seat. See ya, Red-Eyes!" I whisper before jogging to an empty seat. I set my bag down beside the chair.

"Right, let's get to it," He tugs a U.A. gym uniform out of the sleeping bag he has next to him. "Put these on and head outside."

We do as he says, the girls and boys each going to seperate locker rooms to change. Once finished, we all head out in an orderly fashion, our shoes crunching over the sand outside the building.

"Today, we'll be doing a quirk assessment test." Mr. Aizawa explains, standing in front of the class with his hands in his pockets.

"What?! A quirk assessment test?!" Everyone asks at once.

"B-But what about orientation? We're gonna miss it!" I whimper, looking back at the building with worry.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies," Aizawa huffs, making us all stop and think. "Here at U.A., we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit." He turns towards us. Murmurs of confusion and worry erupt through the class.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before," He holds up a phone with all of our names and quirks in a list. "The country is still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn." He pockets the phone and turns towards Bakugou and I.

"Bakugou, you managed to get the most points in the entrance exam," Aizawa points out. "What was your farthest throw with a softball in junior high?" Bakugou pauses to think.

"...Sixty-seven meters, I think," He purses his lips.

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk," Bakugou nods and steps forwards into a white circle of chalk drawn on the sand. "Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you're wasting our time." Bakugou stretches his right arm, then his left, and locks eyes with me. Without Aizawa noticing, I give him two thumbs-up and grin.

"Alright, man, you asked for it," Bakugou shrugs, planting his feet in the ground. He raises his arm above his head and adds heat to his pitch, flinging the softball forwards with a loud yell of, "DIE!" The ball soars through the air with an explosion and becomes smaller and smaller, creating smoke rings in it's wake as the aftershock rumbles through the ground. I hold up my arms and use my scales as a shield for any dirt that flies up. My jaw drops as I watch the ball fly into the sky.

"All of you need to know the limits of your capabilities," Aizawa says as the ball begins to come back to earth. "It's the most rational way of mastering your potential as a pro hero." He holds up his phone as the ball thumps against the ground. The screen reads 705.2 meters, approximately 0.438 of a mile. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands, eyes wide as Bakugou dusts off his pants.

"Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?!" A boy in the back asks, amazed.

"I wanna go! That looks like fun!" A girl chirps from behind me.

"This is what I'm talking about, using our quirks as much as we want!" A boy to my left laughs.

"...So this looks fun, huh?" Aizawa asks lowly. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and playtime? Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately." He grins darkly. My jaw drops and my heart sinks at the intensity of this task.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs," He brushes his hair away from his face and looks at us all intensely. "Understand?! If that's a problem, you can head home right now. Bakugou's grin grows ever so much wider, however my heart feels frail, weak, and scared.

A huge test on the first day of school...! I think weakly, my stomach knotting itself up with fear.

What the crap are we gonna do?!

~~~

Publishing date:

April 23rd, 2019