Chapter 1 - MHA (2)

Strolling through the corridor at a leisurely pace, a young man clothed in what anyone in the city of Musutafu in Japan could recognize as the U.A Highschool's uniform.

Unsurprisingly, he went past several other people wearing the same uniform, as they currently were in U.A Highschool itself.

The young man was quite handsome. His chocolate skin was a rare sight in Japan despite the presence of quirks changing the skin tone of multiple people.

Often was he compared to Mirko due to the above physical attribute but also because of his sharp features, and unruly white hair floating through the wind, unaffected by gravity.

However, the people close to him knew that he never judged anyone by anything but their actions, appearances were merely fancy things to the eye after all.

Two forward-curved horns at the side of his temple could give the onlookers to believe that he had a mutant type of quirk, however, they couldn't be more wrong.

His unnatural physical characteristics were nothing but remnants of his ancestors' quirks.

Nevertheless, his quirk was so different than anyone in his family that science had a special name for such peculiarities: a divergence.

Spotting the very wide door of the {1-A}, he continued to walk toward it before noticing movement at the entrance.

Hearing the voices, he could identify a male and a female, and soon enough, his senses were confirmed as he saw a green-haired boy and a brown-haired girl talking.

To be truthful, only the girl was talking. Praising the boy for his somewhat impressive actions during the entrance.

'Destroying a giant robot in one hit? That is kinda amazing I guess.' The boy thought, stopping behind them as they were currently blocking the door.

"Excuse me. You are in the way."

The ones that didn't already notice his arrival looked at him with curiosity, appraising him.

Eyes went to him from the scene of the two people as he towered above them. With his straight back and broad shoulder, his figure seemed even mightier and enchanting to the girls when his hand ran along his hair.

"A-ah! Sorry about that!" The girl whose name he overhead was Ochako, moved aside, letting him step him.

'H-he is freaking handsome!' Ochako couldn't help but think with her already red cheeks darkening when he walked past her, his scent just as amazing as he looked.

'Wow! I wonder what his quirk is? A mutant quirk giving him the abilities of a goat maybe? Should I ask him?' Midoriya's eyes followed him as he too stepped aside.

The taller boy goes in the back, taking the seat next to a girl with two-tone hair, ignoring eyes full of curiosity and some, recognition.

"If you are here to socialize then get out." A voice coming from beyond the door shifted the gazes in its direction.

The two standing Ochako and Midoriya jumped in surprise, seeing the man wrapped in a sleeping bag.

"This is the hero course, not a dating agency." He commented, stepping inside the classroom and leaving his sleeping bag on the ground much to the delight of the students that were slightly weirded out by what looked like their new professor.

"Time is a precious resource, I expect more from the elite of Japan."

'Elite of Japan... Question is, how many of us can even pretend to be one?' The youth thought, eyes scanning the classroom.

"I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Now go into 1-A's locker room and change into your gym clothes before heading out to the training grounds."

Without waiting to be questioned, Aizawa left, leaving some students flabbergasted by his lazy attitude.

However, as expected from Japan's 'elites' they quickly stood up and followed the instructions.

-*-*-*-

{In the male's locker room}

Naturally, the classroom was separated by gender.

"Yo dude!" A voice called for the white-haired boy's attention as its owner approached him, still shirtless.

Raising an eyebrow at his new classmate, the young man turned to him, his gym shirt in hand as he was in the process of wearing it.

He was pretty fast since most of them didn't even take off their school uniform.

"You are built like a freaking body-builder man! Is that an effect of your quirk?" He asked, fascinated by his impressive defined muscles.

'He is like 99% muscles and 1% body fat, holy shit!' His thoughts were quite similar to most of the boys as they couldn't help but glance at his frightening well-built body.

"No, my quirk mainly relies on my mind and stamina. I simply trained to fight for a long period and under extremely taxing circumstances. We never know what happens after all." He replied, finally wearing his gym shirt.

"Yeah, I guess! That kinda sounds like what Crimson Riot used to say! By the way, I am Eijiro Kirishima, you can call me Eijiro!" He commented, holding his hand out for a handshake.

Without much hesitation, the young man took his hand, a smile emerging on his face.

"Crimson Riot... An admirable hero and an inspiration for a lot, indeed. My name's Ken Toyama, call me Ken." Ken replied ending the handshake as he sat down to put his shoes on.

Eijiro who was smiling from ear to ear as he seemingly made a new friend began to remove his clothes too otherwise he would be late for whatever their Sensei prepared.

Another one of their classmate that was listening to their conversation perked up at Ken's last name.

"Excuse me, Toyama-san my name is Mashirao Ojiro. I have a question to ask you if you don't mind?"

Short blonde hair, a rather plain face with a muscular tail swinging behind him, Ken took note of the way he carried himself.

Unlike some of the other guys there, he had at the very least some kind of true training.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Are you perhaps the son of the champion of Kendo, Kasaki Toyama?" He asked, eyes focused on the taller boy as he seemed slightly taken aback?

'Are they in a bad relationship?' Ojiro internally wondered, still awaiting the answer.

"Well, he is my father indeed. It's not always that he is recognized for his kendo talent though." Ken replied, adding the last part with a slight giggle.

"Really? He is considered one of the best though? He remained unbeatable for 10 years straight."

"Yeah, but you know... He is also the CEO of Toyama Corp and it's kinda more known than kendo." Shrugging his shoulders Ken said, walking toward the door.

"Huh? It's- How could I not make the connection..." Ojiro remained behind, face slapping himself in shame for trying to show his knowledge of kendo but failing miserably when overlooking that he was also one of the most famous men in Japan because of his famous Corporation.

A hand came on his shoulder, making him turn to look at Eijiro, a wide smile still on his face.

"Don't worry, I did not make the connection too!"

Slightly relieved, Ojiro replied with a wry smile.

"I don't know if I should feel good or not..."

-*-*-*-

"A test of our quirks?!" Someone in the crowd of students shouted at the words of their Sensei.

"But what about the entrance ceremony or the guidance sessions?! We will miss it-" Ochako complained but was cut off by Aizawa.

"There is no time to waste on that stuff. U.A is known for its 'freestyle' educational system, which applies to us teachers too."

He continued.

"All the exercises you did in Middle School without the usage of your quirk, you will do it once again but as you would have guessed, with your quirks."

His eyes then locked on a blonde guy.

"Bakugo. How far could you throw in Middle School?"

To which he replied almost immediately "67 meters."

Making him stand inside the throwing circle, Aizawa gave him a baseball ball.

"Try it with your quirk, and give it your all, without leaving the circle." Aizawa ordered, standing back to give him the needed space.

A snicker appeared on Bakugo's face as he whispered to himself.

"Awesome."

Bakugo then proceeded to throw the ball, however, a powerful explosion came to life, sending the ball way beyond what a normal human being is capable of.

"DIE!" He shouted as if to give him more strength, which Ken found quite weird.

"It's important for us to know our limits." Aizawa said, showing the score of the rest of the class, and the impressive 705.2 meters on the device he used to measure the distance the ball traveled.

"Knowing your limits is the first step to understanding what type of hero you will be. By the way, the one with the lowest score will be expelled." Aizawa nonchalantly added, making the students shudders at failing so near the finishing line.

Several emotions went through the young 1-A young students.

From fear to excitement to indifference.

One thing was certain for all of them though... They wanted to crush the test.