Fujiwara Akami was about to die. That was only explanation for what was coming, really. If she'd known these would be her final moments on Earth, then she really would've eaten the chocolate cake Tako had made last night. It was her own fault for thinking she'd get another chance to enjoy her brother's baking.

All of this was crystal clear to her the second she stepped foot into her homeroom class on her first day at Hinotori High.

At least nine students were gathered in the room, and they were all talking at once, their voices blending together into incomprehensible chatter to Akami's ears. A few stopped their chatting to look at her as she entered the room. One student seemed about ready to introduce herself and strike up a conversation.

Akami quickly glanced up at the clock. Then, without saying a word, she promptly turned on her heel and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Class didn't start for another for another six minutes. She would enjoy her final six minutes of life in the hallway, free from the nightmare known as human interaction.


The first thing that Akami noticed, once she had forced herself back into the classroom (it had been a difficult decision to make. She dreaded the socialization that she would inevitably be forced to endure at a school such as this, but she did really want to become a hero) was that her homeroom teacher was a chameleon.

The man- chameleon? Chameleon man?- stood about six feet tall with light green skin, fire-hydrant red hair, and bulging black eyes. He was wearing a nice, white button down shirt and black pants with a hole in the back for his five foot tail to stick out from.

Once everyone had taken their seats, he introduced himself in a cheerful, upbeat-tone of voice, . "Hello class, and welcome to your first day at Hinotori! You may call me Wanatabe-Sensei, and I will be your homeroom teacher. I'm absolutely positive that this will be an amazing year!"

It didn't take Akami long to figure out that their teacher was all warm smiles and welcoming gestures. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all.


This was absolutely terrible.

In the distance, Akami could see a tall boy with wild orange hair looking particularly fatigued as he engaged in combat with an actual army of robots. She heard the boy yell something like, "Wanatabe-Sensei is a demon!" after the robots drastically increased in both strength and speed before throwing the student into a brick wall. She had to agree with that statement. She had most definitely witnessed their homeroom teacher appearing and disappearing out of thin air every once in a while to throw small grenades at Kuromiya while she dodged lasers at an unbelievable speed. At some point, Akami could see the poor girl vomiting in some bush. Akami hoped she would be alright. She had seemed nice enough from their brief, twenty second conversation that Akami had been willing to endure the previous night after discovering that they were roommates.

As for Akami herself, she was currently preforming an opera solo to a family of tabby cats. Because apparently, this was her life now. At the same time, she was trying to avoid hits from another robot because for some reason, this school had some stupid fascination with robot-induced torture. According to Wanatabe-Sensei, she had to learn to maintain control of her quirk for an extended period of time while in the middle of a fight. She had to admit, it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the other exercises, but it was certainly very odd.

Since there were several cats, she had to sing a soprano piece, and she had been at it for hours now. If she never had to sing opera again it would be too soon. It provided the most precision of action, but was by far the hardest to keep control of. Her throat was dry and she wouldn't be surprised if she lost her voice for a day or too. She hadn't sung in such a long time, so it was difficult to get used to again.

She smiled apologetically at one cat after commanding him to roll around in a muddy puddle. Somehow, the fact that these were cats didn't do much to ease the guilt and unease gnawing at her insides as she used her quirk over and over again.

Still, she felt much better knowing that the entire class had been giving noise-cancelling earplugs for the morning, so it shouldn't affect anyone else.

It was interesting how their teacher had managed to prepare individual training exercises for each student on the first day.

It was even more interesting how the tabby cats had managed to do more damage to her physically once they realized that she had been controlling them then than the seven foot tall fighting robot. Angry felines were vicious. The more you know.


Eventually, the morning's training exercises were over. That particular announcement was met with desperate sighs of relief from most students, although Wanatabe-Sensei looked extremely disappointed. "Already?" she heard him mutter as his class headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

When they arrived, she took a seat next to Kuromiya, since she was the only person in their class who Akami had spoken with before.

"What did you think of today's training exercises, Fujiwara-chan?" Kuromiya asked her. About five seconds passed by before Akami was able to answer.

"They were inter- interesting," she stuttered. Why do I always do that?

Kuromiya smiled kindly at her. "Yeah, I thought so too! And your quirk is amazing, by the way! I mean, I know we only got a brief explanation from Wanatabe-Sensei, but really! Think of how many conflicts you could diffuse with it. It's absolutely perfect for saving people!"

Akami was shocked. Perfect for saving people. She was so used to hearing the opposite. After all, the only thing her quirk has ever done was hurt people without her meaning for it too. She didn't believe the compliment, but she was thankful, nonetheless.

"Thank you," she said, returning the smile. "Ple- please, call me Akami. A- all of you," she said, addressing her classmates. At least, the ones sitting at their table. Kuromiya nodded in response, still smiling (but Akami had never seen her not smiling, well, excluding the time she was puking earlier)

She was a small girl, maybe half a foot shorter than Akami, with lavender hair that had earlier been held up in a bun, but now fell down to her knees in soft, delicate waves. Her eyes were golden and wide, and they sort of reminded Akami of a small, cute puppy.

At least, they had until she finally witnessed the other girl's quirk. After grabbing some food, her roommate sat back down and pulled her shirt up slightly. Akami could see strange, white objects that kind of looked like jagged teeth protruding from the girl's skin.

Akami's eyes widened in surprise as what looked like an endless black-hole appeared and rapidly expanded on her body like a mouth being opened up, the teeth moving with it. Suddenly, the teeth grew much, much larger and much, much, sharper. Suddenly, Akami was pretty sure that her small, cute puppy comparison didn't hold up anymore. More like a large dog. A large, scary dog. Well, okay, maybe not scary, but only because Kuromiya was just too nice to be afraid of.

Her eyes widened every more as Kuromiya picked up her first plate of Tonkatsu (Akami could now see that she had gotten several) and let it fall into her black-stomach-hole (yes, paper plate included). She then did this with at least another five, and Akami wondered how long it would take the school to undergo a food shortage.

Speaking of food, Akami was starving. She quickly took a bite out of her own tonkatsu.

This was, easily, the best tonkatsu dish she had ever tasted in her life, including her own, which she would never admit outloud, ever.

Within the next three minutes, her once loaded plate was now completely devoid of all and any food. Somehow the meal managed to put an end to any regrets she might've had about going to class instead of spending the day in her dorm room hiding from, well, everyone.

She got up and grabbed another serving. It would be a missed opportunity not to enjoy as much of this as she could not. The orange haired boy did the same.

Apparently, she and her classmate shared a similar opinion about the food because his immediately lit up wide in absolute bliss as they returned to the table. "Man, this has gotta be the best food I've ever tasted!"

Akami watched as most of the others nodded in agreement. Kuromiya, however, looked thoughtful. "It's really good, but I think I could do better," she said.

If possible, the orange-haired boy looked even more excited now. "Please marry me," he said.

"Only if we can get a dark-chocolate expresso wedding-cake with raspberry buttercream," Kuromiya responded with a grin.

"Deal!"

The blue-haired student sitting next to the orange haired boy suddenly looked very concerned. "You shouldn't marry someone you just met," he told them. This only made the orange-haired boy's grin grow even wider.

"Thanks for the advice, Elsa! I'll take it into consideration," he said teasingly. Kuromiya laughed at this, and Akami couldn't help but smile a little at the boy's joke.

His friend, however, looked extremely confused. "That's not my name?" he said, although it sounded like a question.

"Natsu-kun!" Suddenly, Akami could see a boy with red boomerangs growing out of his head running towards their lunch-table.

"Hi Saito," the blue-haired student, Natsu, apparently, greeted. "How's your first day here been?"

"You can call me Touma, y'know," the stranger told him before continuing. "I'm actually still going to be here tomorrow! I can't believe this, I mean, this has to be a mistake. I actually get to come back!" he all but yelled in an enthusiastic-tone of voice. For a brief second, Akami envied whatever he had in him that made him so excited for another day loaded with an ample serving of human interaction and a healthy side-dish of absolute torture. Oh, right. It had to be the food.

"Um, did you think you weren't going to be here tomorrow?" Natsu asked him.

"Hideaki-sensei expelled a third of our class already. I'm still shocked that I wasn't a part of that," Saito explained. Seriously? It was only the first half of the first day. "And I think that Himura-sensei dropped at least two kids". Whoever went around saying that Hinotori would be a cakewalk was clearly a huge liar. Even if their home-room teacher was a bit of a closet-sadist, he hadn't expelled any students as far as Akami was aware of. Overhearing this, the orange haired boy (if only she knew his name) frowned.

"You know what? I change my mind about Wanatabe-sensi. That man is a king," he declared.

Part of Akami couldn't help but agree.


After lunch, Akami and her classmates were called into a large facility, probably to do more training. They were still wearing their gym uniforms, since their hero costumes hadn't come in yet. She had now re-secured her black, waist-length hair into a high ponytail, so it wouldn't get in the way of the exercise.

"You will be divided into two teams, orange and white, in a game of capture the flag. Each team will be given a base in the facility in which they must hide their flag. The first team to capture the other team's flag and bring it to their own base will win," Wanatabe-Sensei explained to them. Alright, it sounded simple enough.

Wanatabe-Sensei continued, "The teams are this,

Orange team:

Moeru Yana

Balek Rexavi

Brown Savage

Tahara Airi

Fujiwara Akami

Yukimura Senso

White team:

Kuromiya Nanase

Misha Osyzhalov

Arakawa Natsu

Saito Taiki

Pompom Kawachi

Good luck everyone!"


1-B Room assignments so far:

Tahara Airi - AstriAngels : Pompom Kawachi - JackHammerMan

Arakawa Natsu - AstriAngels : Brown Savage - seasel

Fujiwara Akami - OnlyTruePotterhead : Kuromiya Nanase - RoseswordAlchemist

Misha Osyzhalov - TheStuffIlike : Saito Taiki - naidax1

Balek Rexavi - AnonymousAK : Moeru Yana -

Thank you so much to everyone who submitted, it's been so much fun writing these characters and I hope I've been doing alright so far! Submissions for class 1-B are still available (I don't have a set number, but I'll probably have it go a little over ten. That way we can have 2 people per dorm room) I'll just add more students to the capture the flag team as they get submitted.

Once again, I would absolutely love to read reviews / feedback so I can improve this story.

Also, I'm purposefully being slightly vague about quirks since it'll have a bigger impact if readers don't know everything about them once the game starts. Even the characters who have had their quirks explained will definitely have parts of their quirks that they've kept hidden.

Also, if you want a visual for how Kuromiya's quirk is supposed to look, look up Gluttony, FMAB, gate. It looks similar to that, but without the eye, and on a 5 foot zero inches tall, fifteen year old girl.

The next chapter will focus on all of the characters that haven't been introduced yet. After that, each character should get at least a minor role in each chapter.

Oh, and finally, since a character named Saito Taiki has been submitted, and there's already a Saito in the story (boomerang-hair quirk) and they aren't related, the later will just now be referred to by his first name, Touma. It should be fine since Touma is a relatively minor character and won't show up too much after this. He's mostly here to provide insight on how the other classes (1-A specifically) are doing.


Also, it took less than a week for the school to have a food shortage. More cooks were hired. More funds were allocated towards ingredients.