After waiting one week, and having multiple assurances from my dad, I got my acceptance letter, and in the spring I was attending my first day at U.A..

I was sitting at my desk reading minding my own business like most of the other students in class except one...

"Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A. before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk!" the guy who'd been asking about the four villains at the entrance exam exclaimed.

"Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?" a louder one asked. Why did he call him an extra?

"I-I'm from Somei Private Academy. My name is Tenya Ida."

"Somei?! A stuck-up elitist, then?" the loud kid asked. "I should blow you to bits."

"You're awful. Do you really wish to become a hero?!" Ida asked the kid. So fat the loudest two in the class was a kid who sounded more like a villain and a kid who seemed to be a perfectionist. This was going to be an interesting three years. I sighed before finally looking back down at my book. I didn't want to get pulled into their conversation if it could be called that.

"If you're here to socialize, then get out," a voice from outside the door said. I looked up to see a girl standing in the doorway but looking down behind her. "This is the hero course." We all watched in silence as a yellow sleeping bag pulled itself up before unzipping to reveal a man. "It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't ver ration, are you?"

"So he's a pro hero too...?" a forest green haired kid asked.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you." He fully pulled himself out of the sleeping bag before reaching back into it. and pulling out our gym clothes. "Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."

"A test of our quirks?!" One of the students asked our teacher.

"What about the entrance ceremony?! Or guidance sessions?!" a brown-haired girl asked.

"No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes," Mr. Aizawa told us. "U.A. is known for its "freestyle" educational system. That applies to us teachers as well. Softball throwing. The standing long jump. The 50-meter dash. Endurance running. Grip strength. Side-to-side stepping. Upper body training. Seated Toe touch. You did all these in middle school, yes? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests. This country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating. Bakugo. How far could you throw in middle school?"

"67 meters," the loud kid said.

"Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don't leave the circle," Mr. Aizawa said. "Give it all you've got."

"Awesome." He wound up his pitch before throwing the ball. "Die!" The explosion he created caused our hair to blow back behind us. Did he really just shout out die?

"It's important for us to know your limits," Mr. Aizawa told us before showing us the device that registered how far he threw. "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be." The device read 705.2 m.

"Whoa! This is awesome!"

"705 meters? Seriously?"

"So we can use our quirks for reall! Man, the hero course is great!"

"Awesome... you say?" he asked us. "You're hoping to become heroes after three years here and you think it'll be all fun and games? Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless and will be expelled."

"Whaaaaa?!"

"Your fates are in our hands. Welcome. This is the hero course at U.A. High!"

So I know its been a long time and this isn't very long, but the next one will be better. I promise!