Chapter 24: The First Day
Izuku POV
U.A. High School.
The most prestigious hero academy in Japan. The place where future Pro Heroes trained to become the best of the best.
And today was my first day.
Standing in front of the massive school building, I took a deep breath, my gaze sweeping over the architecture. It was huge. Even though I had seen it countless times in the anime, being here in person was something else. The pristine white walls stretched high, reflecting the morning sunlight. The campus was filled with students, all dressed in the same navy blue U.A. uniform, walking toward their respective classes. Some were chatting excitedly, while others looked nervous.
Unlike them, I wasn't nervous at all.
I knew exactly what was coming.
I adjusted the strap of my bag and started walking toward my destination—Class 1-A.
The Classroom
Finding my way through the massive school wasn't hard. The corridors were sleek and futuristic, almost like something out of a sci-fi movie. Digital screens lined the walls, displaying schedules and announcements. Everything about U.A. screamed top-tier institution.
And then, I found it.
The door to Class 1-A.
Just like in the anime, the door was huge. Clearly designed for students with height-related quirks. I stared at it for a second before pushing it open and stepping inside.
The classroom was large, with high ceilings and spacious desks arranged in neat rows. The back wall had large windows, letting in plenty of sunlight. The teacher's desk was at the front, with a massive blackboard behind it.
There were only a few students inside.
I didn't bother greeting anyone, I just walked straight to the back row and took a seat near the window.
The back seats were always the best. Good view, fewer distractions, and in case of an emergency (or a surprise villain attack, which was definitely going to happen), it was easier to observe and react.
I leaned back in my chair, waiting.
Not long after, I heard fast, precise footsteps approaching the classroom.
Here he comes.
The door slid open, and a familiar blue-haired student entered. Tenya Iida.
As expected, he looked around the classroom like a proper class representative before his gaze landed on me. His sharp eyes widened slightly before he marched toward me.
"Midoriya!" he greeted, stopping beside my desk. "Good morning! It is a pleasure to see a familiar face."
I smirked. "Morning, Iida."
He adjusted his glasses, his movements stiff and robotic. "It seems we have been assigned to the same class. This is quite fortuitous! U.A. is known for its rigorous academic and hero training programs. I am eager to see what our curriculum entails."
I chuckled. Of course you are.
"Yeah, same here," I replied casually. "We're definitely in for an interesting year."
Iida nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed! From what I understand, U.A. employs a unique educational structure. Practical hero training will be prioritized alongside theoretical studies. I anticipate we will be challenged both physically and mentally!"
I raised an eyebrow. "You did research before coming here?"
"Of course!" he declared, placing a hand on his chest. "A hero must always be prepared!"
I hummed in response, suppressing a smirk. Iida really is the perfect class rep material, I should make sure he gets the position.
The Other Students began Arriving.
One by one, the classroom started filling up.
Students walked in, chatting amongst themselves, some looking excited, others nervous. I kept an eye on the door, observing each arrival.
And then…
He walked in Katsuki Bakugo.
His usual pissed-off scowl was firmly in place as he stepped inside. His red eyes swept across the room before landing on me.
I grinned and called out, "Yo, Kacchan!"
Silence.
Bakugo froze.
Then his face twitched in rage.
"Oi, Deku! The hell did you just call me?!"
I chuckled. "What? We've known each other since we were kids. It'd be weird if I stopped calling you that."
Bakugo's eye twitched again. He hated it when I acted casual around him, especially when he couldn't do anything about it in a classroom setting. He let out a low growl and marched to a desk far away from me, slamming his bag down.
As expected.
Iida, ever the stickler for rules, walked up to Bakugo with his usual stiff posture.
"Excuse me, Bakugo!" Iida began, adjusting his glasses. "This is a learning environment! Please refrain from using such inappropriate language. Classroom etiquette must be upheld at all times!"
Bakugo gave him an unimpressed glare. "Shut the hell up, Glasses. I'll talk however I want."
Iida gasped in horror at the blatant disregard for order, but I tuned them out, my gaze shifting to the new arrivals.
The Rest of the Class
I scanned the room, taking in my future classmates.
My eyes landed on a familiar figure, a tall boy with two-toned hair, sitting quietly at his desk. Shoto Todoroki.
Good. He's here. Hmm his hair is half red and other half white, I wonder what's the situation in the 'down stair'...
A few seats away, my gaze flickered to a certain "big-boobs girl."
What was her name again?
Oh, right. Momo Yaoyorozu.
She had that confident, elegant aura that practically screamed "recommendation student." She was deep in conversation with another student.
Other students continued trickling in, chatting excitedly.
One topic kept coming up, the entrance exam.
"I totally wrecked one of those big robots!" a boy with spiky red hair Eijiro Kirishima declared. "I thought I was done for, but my Quirk let me push through!"
"Man, I wish I got to fight one of those!" a short, round-faced student Rikido Sato complained.
A pink-skinned girl with horns Mina Ashido grinned. "I just danced around and kicked whatever I could! Super fun!"
"You all had such brutish strategies," Momo commented. "I simply analyzed the test's structure and utilized the best course of action."
"So what's your Quirk?" Kirishima asked.
Momo smiled. "I can create objects from my body using my lipids. As long as I understand its structure, I can generate almost anything."
"Dude, that's amazing!" Kaminari exclaimed.
More students started sharing their Quirks, and I listened closely, pretending I didn't already know all of them.
Then "Midoriya!"
I turned as a familiar brown-haired girl entered the classroom. Ochako Uraraka.
She spotted me immediately, and I waved at her, gesturing toward the empty seat in front of me.
She grinned and hurried over. "You saved me a seat? Thanks, Midoriya!"
"No problem," I said smoothly.
As she sat down, I leaned back, glancing around the classroom.
So far, everything was playing out as expected.
The students were getting to know each other. Bakugo was already pissed off. Iida was acting like a class rep.
But I knew what was coming next.
Our homeroom teacher.
And he was about to make one hell of an entrance.