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After the UA entrance exam, all the faculty members gather in the conference room, as the anthropomorphic animal promised. They now discuss the glaring matter that fogs some of the pro-heroes minds after what they read from a file from a certain starry student.
“What the hell is this?!” A loud slam on the wooden table echoed throughout the room. The Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog, yelled out his growing confusion and... mostly confusion. True to the name and quirk, the large canine hero speaks incoherently and violently, with a mix of words and a sound resembling a dog's growl. “Are you playing a game with us, sir?! Is this part of the rock, paper, scissors?!”
The UA headmaster only smiles at the hunting hero as he looks at Aizawa, who had grown accustomed to the eccentricities of the animal headmaster, sighed wearily as he dove under the desk and returned right up carrying a large stack of papers. The identical paper he had previously signed at his apartment when the young prince showed up at his door.
All the faculty members looked at the paper within Aizawa’s hands, now adding to their confusion as the voice hero spoke out. “Uh… since I wasn't in the monitoring room, can anyone explain to me why we are here again? Is this about the white carriage stuff?" Well, his confusion is more due to the lack of context prior to the entrance exam.
“Well, you’re certainly on the right track, my friend!” The rodent principal exclaimed as the unkempt man placed the paper on the UA principal side of the table, making a loud pounding sound that demonstrated how much the stack of papers weighed. Aizawa could tell that some of them were praying that it wasn't extra paperwork that may cause them neck pain, such as Present Mic, Midnight, and even All Might, who seemed ready to keel over just from glancing at the pile of papers next to the principal.
The anthropomorphic headmaster took a piece of paper on top of the stack. His beady eyes on the contract as he continued. “When the white carriage appeared, UA welcomed a very exciting guest. Present Mic.” all of the UA faculty members turned their heads at the voice hero, who pointed himself in confusion when the rodent principal called his hero name. “Do you remember what happened next?”
The aforementioned hero pondered for a moment or two before realizing what the rodent principal was talking about. "Oh, two days ago, when the white carriage appeared and lo and behold everyone! I think I might have got to speak with a royalty! Radical right?!" Present Mic exclaimed, a triumphant fist pump punctuating his words. He reflected briefly on the encounter, reveling in the satisfaction of ticking off a major item from his bucket list without ever needing to leave the confines of UA. As for the identity of the royalty, it could have been anyone from the Danish royal family to a member of their own imperial house.
“He did wha—”
All Might's words were cut short as the UA principal faked a cough on his furry hands, diverting their focus back to the anthropomorphic animal. The headmaster preserved Present Mic for an upcoming query from his colleagues, as the voice hero failed to realize. "Before we go any further...'' The unkempt man distributes the documents to the other faculty members, delivering them one by one of the contracts he signed previously. The UA members took a minute to examine the provided papers, expressing the same uncertainty as Aizawa’s before; confusion and surprise spread like wildfire.
“Mewni?”
“Magic!?”
“M-Mewberty?! what!?”
They turn their heads to the rodent principal, confusion clearly written on their faces. The aforementioned headmaster of the top heroic academy smiled as he began speaking, in a cheerful excitement. The anthropomorphic animal, their headmaster, watched the reactions of his faculty members with an air of amusement. He had intentionally kept this surprise hidden until now, relishing in the unexpectedness of it all. The rodent principal's eyes sparkled with mischief as he listened to their conversations, eager to see how they would navigate this new development. “This year is full of surprises, isn’t that fascinating?”
As days went by and seasons changed from the soft cold breeze of late winter to the warm light of mid springtime, the trash heap beach lost one or a couple mountainous garbages in the sandy former tourist spot. The young foreign prince of Mewni began his first day of walking within the halls of the top heroic academy, but before he got to step again at the polished tiles of UA, he needed a bit more encouragement from his family back in his dimension.
“Mom, grandma, how do I look?” Izuku walks in frame toward his interdimensional mirror where his mother and grandmother can be seen on the other side of the mirror. Inko gasped at her son’s appearance, a whirlpool of emotion run-up to her veins by the sight of her young prince.
Izuku now wears his first school uniform, which consists of a long-sleeved, button-up white shirt, a gray jacket with blue-green stripes, and a red tie. However, the star-freckled prince didn't know how to tie his tie properly, so it was considerably shorter than it should have been. He wore his favorite shoes instead, matching the color of the tie. It was relieving for Izuku that UA doesn’t adhere to strict school uniform regulations like other heroic academies, as he had done his research prior to his departure from his realm while also getting a confirmation through Aizawa.
"Oh, Izuku, you look absolutely incredible!" Inko exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. "That uniform suits you so well." Izuku couldn't help but blush at his mother's words, a mix of excitement and gratitude coursing through his veins.
“Darling, can you spin for us?” Celena's gentle request filled the room, her eyes twinkling with the desire to etch her grandson's first school uniform into her memory forever. Doing what his grandmother wanted, the young prince turned around in front of the mirror for his delighted and happy family, to which both females cooed their star-freckled prince’s attire. “I can hardly believe it… Izuku is attending his first day of school.”
The star-freckle prince himself can hardly believe it; he was homeschooled most of his life, and yet here he is, wearing something new and staying somewhere new.
“Sorry if I couldn’t celebrate Mewni and Monster Peace Anniversary with you guys…” Izuku said sheepishly. He had forgotten that Mewnian and Monster's 14th peace anniversary is the same day as his first orientation. So many things happened to him in a short amount of time, not to mention the nerve wracking entrance exam that a celebration of his mother's hard work has been in the back of his head.
At first, he felt a sense of relief from not meeting the archduke of monsters himself, Batwin, but there's always his guilt creeping back in for feeling escapism for such a huge event as well as thinking in such things about the jovial kind monster. The star-freckled prince never felt any ill intentions coming from the ruler of their foes; however, rumors circulated widely within and beyond the palace.
“It's alright, honey, I'll say hi to Batwin from you,” Inko reassures, which the young prince appreciated immensely. His mother really is thoughtful and caring.
A sudden knock at the young prince’s door broke the bubbly conversation between the butterfly family. As a familiar gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke. “Butterfly, it's time.” Aizawa's muffled and tired voice is heard. The young prince replied with a jovial manner as he turned his face back to his family, feeling the jitters of his actual first day of school.
“Okay…” Izuku took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nerves. “I'm going now, wish me luck.” Both Celena and Inko bid the mewnian prince goodbye with a smile and a wave as the interdimensional mirror returned back to reflect his starry reflection. He started longingly at himself, to his new life. He didn't think he would pass the entrance exam with his lackluster performance and even lacking villain points.
As he adjusted his yellow backpack, carefully nestling his shield among the new notebooks and pencils, the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air. He almost didn't sleep since the day of school orientation came nearing, prompting Glossaryck to close his shut eyes once more, forcing the magical small instructor to hide under the bed with the book of spells.
Izuku knows he can put his shield in UA’s care when he’s studying or other school activities that don't need the use of it, but he can’t help being protective of his gear. No one could blame him for that, given that he holds his precious family heirloom and doesn’t like the idea of leaving it either. Sure, he left the book of spells in his room on his first day of the exam; besides, he trusted Glossaryck enough to not go anywhere with a payment of pudding, of course.
With a bag well adjusted on his shoulders, lace strapped enough not to tighten the fabric’s hold on him. The young prince opens his door, stepping out of his temporary room, as he looks at his caretaker with a shaky, nervous yet excited smile. “I’m ready.”
Aizawa gaze back at the prince, nod once before suntering to the front door. Opening it from the young prince to step out first, but as soon as the unkempt hero locked his apartment door, Izuku’s thoughts ran back to the remaining residence inside. “What about sushi?” Izuku asked, voice laced with concern for the white feline to which Aizawa looked at the young prince with an apathetic demeanor.
Sure, leaving a cat at home may be problematic for some people, but Aizawa knew his little sushi best, and what his white furry feline does is bother his neighbors as they easily cave in for the fur ball. It has grown into a daily routine for his neighbors to find his cat pawing at their door or popping out of nowhere. Far from being annoyed, the neighbors welcomed her visits. Children played with her, and elderly residents often treated her with tasty treats.
He left one of his windows open so sushi could simply walk out, and it was tiny enough that no criminal would attempt to steal anything from his floor. It's a free pet sitting opportunity, and he can't pass it up with his careers on the line.
For Aizawa, it was a win-win situation. He didn't have to worry about finding someone to take care of Sushi while he was away, and his neighbors enjoyed the company of the playful feline. So, he confidently left his apartment, knowing that Sushi was in good hands, or rather, good paws.
“She’s going to be alright.” he answered. “That cat knows how to take care of herself when I'm gone. Now come on, the train won’t wait for us.” With that said and done, both male leave the apartment complex without incident from the media. Speaking of the media, they stopped terrorizing the building, but they didn't stop their pursuit of uncovering the identity of what they dubbed the 'mysterious prince of UA', which sounded ridiculous to Aizawa, and the aforementioned prince doesn't seem to be bothered by it, more like he doesn't know what his current status is even since he arrived into this world.
They soon boarded the train and sped off to their destination. Fortunately, the train wasn't packed with passengers. While this might seem unusual, having personal space apart from strangers was liberating. The unkempt man observed the young prince, who pressed his star-marked cheek against the glass, watching the scenery change with childlike excitement. Those around him glanced curiously at the teenager, though their expressions remained discreet, recognizing Izuku as a foreigner.
Excited foreigners are not uncommon when they encounter anything fresh around them, and Izuku Butterfly was no exception, Aizawa couldn't help but imagine the young prince as a dog eagerly poking its head out of a car window.
As the UA building became clearer to see and bigger the more the transportation came closer to the stop, both males stood up simultaneously from their seats and headed to the close train door, waiting for the automatic door to open up.
It's Monday morning in Musutafu, a bustling city alive with the energy of its people. A small bakery opens its windows, filling the air with the inviting scent of fresh muffins and sweets, symbolizing the start of a new day in this vibrant city of heroes. The streets are filled with the rhythmic sound of footsteps, and car horns blare amidst the mild morning traffic. Izuku Butterfly, unfamiliar with such a dynamic and busy atmosphere, observed the scene. Back in the butterfly castle, he was accustomed to seeing his handmaids scurrying about, but this level of productivity was something entirely new to him.
“Not used in city life, huh, Butterfly?” Aizawa lightly teased the young prince with a tone of sarcasm, flatness, and lightheartedness. The teen in question bashfully stammered out an incoherent explanation, and his hand gestures went out of place. The prince is still experiencing culture shock; it’s already a given that the young prince was a shut-in throughout his life. The unkempt man sighs as he pats Izuku's unruly bushy hair as they near the UA high building.
Following the hair ruffle, the young prince observed across the street and noticed another small bakery advertising a familiar food that he was familiar with. The banner for the shop's window depicts an over exaggerated, massively, cheesy half-moon bread with various fillings inside, such as barbecue, bacon mushroom, and numerous other flavors in the folded bread.
“Does that store really sell calzone?” The Mewnian prince inquires of the unkempt hero, becoming inquisitive about the street cuisine across. Aizawa looked in the direction at what Izuku was looking at, and nodded. A word hungry comes to his mind but he and the young prince already ate breakfast so it might have been just a curious question from his ward.
"Yes, it looks like they are trying to add something fresh. Why do you ask?" He turns to ask Izuku, not if the young prince is hungry, but rather a question that presumably does not require an immediate response.
“Oh it’s similar to my dimension!” Izuku responded, which perked Aizawa's interest as they resumed their trip up the hill of the hero institution. Do they also have calzones in Mewni? That's something novel; calzone is Italian street food that to no one’s surprise became a hit around the globe but what’s surprising is that it's also appeared to be in the other dimension, which is an unexpected small tidbit.
“On Mewni, I heard that our version of Calzone can predict how you will die. I never had one before, but I heard words from other servants that it’s delicious!” As the young prince described their unique dish, Aizawa couldn't help but be taken aback. Beads of comical sweat formed on his brow at the revelation that there exist foods in the universe capable of foretelling one's fate. Unsure whether he wanted to test the food's prophecy or avoid it altogether, he was left pondering his next move.
The unkempt man turned his attention back to the road up ahead, the UA building getting bigger and bigger as they continued walking their journey up. The morning sky hit the blue skyglass of the massive H-shaped institution, reflecting the bright and optimistic future of the students who passed the entrance exam.
Thankfully, the media circus decided to lay low after UA applicants gave zero information about the ‘mysterious prince of UA’ a week ago, given the fact that they’re more focused on passing the examination than spying on each other's candidates that have the internet’s descriptions of what the young prince should look like.
Of course, Aizawa dug for articles about Izuku Butterfly, using the young prince's title in this dimension on the search bar. The unkempt man searched through article after article, as a precaution, carefully sifting through the articles, his tired eyes scanning each word. It is a blessing that the media has little to no knowledge about the Mewnian prince; some photos of Izuku are insignificant since they were obscured by a police officer's blue vest, while the majority are of the white carriage, some hazy while others are pristine.
He suspected that Nezu, being the strategic mastermind that he is, must have taken swift action to remove the prince's photographs from the public eye, especially the internet, leaving the young prince unnoticed by paparazzi as well as journalists. This deliberate move effectively shielded Izuku from the prying eyes of the media, because until the young prince decides to show his status at the sports festival, it’s up to Izuku Butterfly to ruling of whether or not to come out and show his royal status to the public or stay low from the media onslaught of questions and microphone shoving.
The two males look at both sides of the streets as they swiftly walk across and towards the blue entrance gate of the prestigious Hero Academy. They arrived fairly late due neither of them saw the others approaching or, at the moment, saw any other pupils who would be late besides the young prince.
The young prince felt a twinge of concern as tardiness on his first day of school was not part of his plan. Even during his wand-passing ceremony, he had managed to arrive at the throne room on time. Just as he was about to voice his anxiety to his caretaker, his eyes fell upon a familiar sight: a white anthropomorphic animal standing prominently before the grand triple doors, adorned with intricate crimson and gold numerals.
“Shota Aizawa and his Majesty himself! Welcome back to UA High.” Nezu cheerfully greeted both males but almost unnoticeably emphasized the young prince’s as the rodent principal bowed down to the royalty, which the aforementioned prince instinctively gently gestured to the UA Headmaster to stand up.
The disheveled hero observed Izuku's recent behavior closely, noticing subtle changes. The Mewnian prince appeared to be adapting better to the quirks of mutants, although he still occasionally showed signs of unease, particularly when they touched him, even if it was just on the shoulder, which is understandable.
Additionally, it appears that Izuku has shown progress in his ability to interact. Just a few days ago, while grocery shopping, a young girl with an elephant-like quirk mutation nervously approached the young prince, tugging at his pants. Despite being caught off guard, Izuku refrained from summoning his shield. Instead, he calmly knelt down to her level. His slight trembling was evident in both his body language and tone of voice.
To put it simply, the baby steps have progressed to the crawling stage. Aizawa has a sneaking feeling that this progress might be linked to Izuku's heroic actions during the entrance exam — not only did he rescue a girl from a looming threat, but he also assisted a bird-like mutant teenager, or maybe it was the UA acceptance letter and the video recording projection of the two teenagers that offered points. Either way, these experiences are helping Izuku overcome his initial fear and hesitation.
The unkempt man looked downward at the principal, hoping to request something before the school orientation began. Aizawa fake-coughed, drawing the young prince's attention away from the rodent principal and back to his caretaker. "Butterfly, why don't you go to your class? It's class 1A, correct? Go on, you don't want to be late on the first day of school," Aizawa suggested, to which the little prince responded with a short apologies and a grateful wave as he sprinted past the principal before entering the massive double door.
Both adults watch the young prince race inside, the anthropomorphic principal chuckling gently at the Mewnian prince's haste to start school, while the untidy hero appears undisturbed by it all. As they lose sight of Izuku, Aizawa begins to speak to the principal now that they’re alone. “I hope you don’t mind sir, but…”
Izuku Butterfly wasn’t perturbed by the flights of stairs on the inside of the UA High floors; he lived in a much more massive castle, and treading up with so many stairs back to his room and to the garden was more challenging than this. But the stairs weren't the problem, it was the location of his classroom.
“Class 1A… 1A… come on where is it…” Izuku nervously muttered, turning his head back and forth while hurrying to the expansive halls of UA. The wide window of the elite Hero Academy created a cheerful and welcome atmosphere within the halls, which didn't require opening the light given how brilliant the outside was.
After a few more twists and turns around the maze-like hall, he finally spotted a classroom sign that stated his assigned class. The star-freckled prince breathes with relief, but is equally taken aback by the huge sliding door. “Man, this thing is huge. Are there giants here?” Izuku uttered it in still amazement and a hint of nervousness. He grips his yellow backpack strap, trying to maintain composure. “The most promising students in this dimension are waiting behind this door…”
But then his memory subconsciously recalls the two individuals he had an unfortunate brush with in the auditorium during the entrance exam: the strict boy with spectacles and the explosive, unpleasant blonde.
The mere thought of those two being his classmates made the young prince's skin crawl with anxiousness, It could even rival his nervousness in monsters. He shook his head, unable to believe it was possible. The acceptance rate was just as small as it always had been: one in 300, and the accepted students were split into two classes of 20 students each. So by that, there's no likelihood that those two will walk in the same room as the star-freckled prince… right?
“Maybe we're in different classes. Maybe everyone in here is nice…” Izuku reassured himself as he summoned the fortitude from the depths of his heart as he grasped for the door handle. Not even a moment later, or when he opened the door wide enough for the young prince to enter, he heard an oh-so-familiar, stern, authoritative voice and another unsavory, distinct from the other but equally familiar, cocky comeback.
“Take your feet off of that desk now! It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!” The dark-haired teen with glasses firmly instructed the boy with explosive blonde hair, criticizing him for putting his right leg up on the school desk. The thought of disrespecting the prestigious academy's property, which had previously been utilized by upper-classman, offended the dark-haired teen.
However, this only fueled the explosive blonde's arrogance to take on the glasses-wearing boy. with careless, deadly pompousness and a confident smirk, while ruby red-eyes glanced at the stern teenager next to him and egotistically mocked him. “You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?”
The rude statement took the dark-haired teen aback; he couldn't utter a comeback after the explosive blonde's word, but as the mature and composed teen that he strives to be, the glasses-wearing boy changed his tactic, attempting to befriend the rude blonde. “Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy.” The dark-haired teen introduced himself with a tone of politeness yet confidence. Attempting to diffuse the tension, Iida decided to take a more diplomatic approach.
This also did not work in his favor, as the blonde scoffed and responded with arrogant and nearly threatening statements. “Somei, huh? So you must think you're better than me. I'm gonna have fun tearin' you a new one.” The explosive blonde smirked while keeping his leg on the desk, leaned forward, and squinted his eyes.
Once more, Tenya Iida, a teen wearing glasses, gasped in disbelief, disturbed by the blonde's threats. He is completely taken aback by this teenager's statements to escalate into a physical altercation. “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?” Iida replied in a disturbed tone. The explosive blonde scoffed at the taller glasses-wearing teen's reaction, rolling his ruby-red eyes away from Iida.
The explosive blonde’s ruby red eyes soon caught the sight of the new student outside of the once closed door, a foreign teen with green stars plastered both sides of his cheeks. Iida noticed the explosive teen’s head direction and soon turned his head to the door. to his surprise, it was the boy from the entrance exam.
“it’s him…”
This turned all of the heads of students who already sat on their chairs, as they looked at Izuku to which the young prince flushed with the attention towards him. “um…Hi!” the young prince nervously greeted everyone, gripping his yellow backpack straps, lightly jingling the Butterfly heirloom inside his bag.
“Good morning!” Tenya greeted back, he strode towards the nervous green , his arms moving back and forth, marching like a military and stiff as a robot. “My name is Tenya Iida fro—”
“Yeah, I‐I know.” the star-freckled prince nervously interjected, cutting off the tall, dark-haired boy. He had already deduced his identity from the loud introduction. With a slight bow of his head, Izuku performed the traditional courtesy, acknowledging Tenya. It was unusual for a prince to show deference to someone of lower status, but in this unfamiliar dimension, a gesture of greeting seemed appropriate. “I'm Izuku Butterfly. A pleasure to meet you.”
The blonde red-eyed teen scoffed once again, Butterfly? What kind of girlish last name is that? Is that dweeb some kind of delicate flower? Either way, the explosive blonde gaze turns to the other side, putting the weird surname of a bushy green foreigner at the back of his mind.
Tenya looked at the foreign teenager in front of him. “Butterfly… You realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?” The bespectacled youth's expression conveyed both admiration and a hint of frustration, though not aimed at the star-freckled teen, that much was clear. “You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you're far superior to me.”
Another voice joined in, a pleasant sweet voice that was recognizable to the star-freckled prince. “Hey! I recognize that messed-up hair! Falling boy!” The young prince turned his head around, and to his surprise, it was the short auburn hair girl. His star-freckled green marks began to glow light pink at the sight of a pretty girl who still continued talking to the dumbfounded prince.
Then another voice joined in with the conversation of the four teenagers who were blocking the enormous entryway. "Good morning." All of the students, with the exception of a couple males, are looking at the other approaching bird-headed male teenager. "Oh, it's you again. I didn't thank you in person, so allow me to express my gratitude and say thank you for rescuing us back at the entrance exam." The bird-headed adolescent thanked the young prince, relieved that he could show his sincere appreciation to someone who saved him.
“Oh yeah!" The short-haired girl exclaimed as she and the bird-headed teen bow to the star-freckled prince. “Thank you for saving us! You were really awesome blasting that giant robot!” the auburn girl cheerly added, bouncing back as she continued to compliment the flushed young prince. The bird-headed teen nodded to the excited girl’s rapid fire of compliments, which only made the star-freckled prince’s cheek marks go deeper red with all the praises that he received in just the first day of school.
Other than his grandmother and mother, the young prince had never received so much praise from strangers, let alone from a monster-like teenager in front of him. He had conflicting sensations of flattery, motivation, and a hint of self-pity, but this made Izuku question if this praise was truly for him. For the time being, he attempts to soak up the first ever praise he receives for saving them during the entrance exam.
The star-freckled prince looked down at his red shoes, still not comfortable with the bird-headed teen, nor could the other mutant quirk students sitting peacefully calm down his racing heart. Amidst the praise, the prince felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. He wasn't accustomed to such attention, especially from strangers. A sense of discomfort gnawed at him, mingling with the rush of flattery and validation.
Avoiding the gaze of the other students, he focused on his shoes, feeling a tremor in his hands. The presence of so many unfamiliar faces, especially those with unique quirks, unsettled him. He longed to retreat, to find solace away from the crowd.
"What do you think we're doing today besides orientation? I wonder what our teachers are like. I can't wait to meet everyone!" the girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Her cheerful voice cut through the spiraling thoughts in his head, bringing him back to the present. He looked up slowly at the two people in front of him. The girl had a sweet smile, while the bird-headed teen beside her exuded a cool exterior, smiling brightly at him, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside.
The words of Aizawa ran back to him as he felt a sense of stupidity and shame crawl to his skin. He knows he can't keep acting this way, or like one at all; he can't allow his fear of monsters govern him; he has a higher responsibility to fulfill; all he needs to do is keep in mind what he promised his caretaker—that this isn't just for him, but also for everyone who enters the room with him.
The star-freckled prince turns to the brightly grinning girl and he can’t say that he doesn’t feel the same way as the brunette. She also attends the world's most promising hero school. Naturally, the short-haired girl felt optimistic about meeting other students who passed the examinations, plus she’s happy that she got to be classmates with the boy who saved her and the bird-headed teen at the end. The auburn girl is over the moon by it all. However, the bubbly chatter stopped as a familiar gruff voice spoke up behind the girl and the bird-headed teen.
"I'd like to welcome everyone to the UA hero course, but if you're just here to make friends, you might as well pack up now."
The short-haired girl and her companion turned simultaneously to see an unkempt man, visibly worn-out and exuding an air of exhaustion, confined within a yellow sleeping bag.
"It only took eight seconds before you all fell silent. That won't cut it. Time is precious; rational students should grasp that," he muttered in a flat, disappointed tone, extracting a jelly pouch from the slumber bag and sipping its contents.
While the majority of the students had internal thoughts about the appearance of the adult male or why such a worn-out man was entering the classroom, one star-freckled student quickly recognized the man in question; after all, he's been living under his care for the next three years in this dimension.
"Oh, mister Aizawa! I didn’t know you'd be coming here!” Izuku said. The star-freckled prince thought that his caretaker would be with the principal longer than he expected, but he didn’t expect that the unkempt man would be entering the same classroom as him.
Iida gazed at the star-freckled teen, pondering over the stranger before him. Who exactly was this man? And what connection did Butterfly have with this disheveled older individual? Could he possibly be a pro if he’s in this prestigious school of the nation? Overwhelmed by his thoughts, he finally voiced his growing confusion. "Butterfly, do you know this man?" The bespectacled teen's nod provided the answer he sought.
Before Izuku pointed out that the man is his caretaker, he was beaten to the punch by Aizawa as he announced to the whole class with a tired tone of voice. “Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher.” Every student in the room was internally shocked by it all, this man? Is their homeroom teacher!? While everyone was questioning if UA High really did hire such an ill-dressed man as a member of the teaching role, Izuku Butterfly was glad that his caretaker was going to be his teacher. A familiar face and that of his guardian at that!
He had no doubts about the unkempt man's ability to teach; after all, he had helped the young prince practice at the still-trash-heap beach. While it wasn't much, it did help him regain a little familiarity with the spells.
The disheveled man rifled through his yellow sleeping bag once more, extracting UA's PE uniform: dark blue pants with vertical white stripes and a matching short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with a stylized 'UA'. "Alright, let's get moving. Single file, everyone. Put these on and head outside. Leave your bags at your seats; time's ticking," Aizawa commanded, his voice tired yet resolute. Izuku and two tardy teens scrambled to find vacant seats for their belongings.
As the last few students settled in, the scruffy instructor reminded them, especially the young prince, to gear up for the upcoming assessment. "If you've got support gear, now's the time to use it. Trust me, it'll make a difference for those who need it," Aizawa advised, distributing UA's PE uniforms with a casual demeanor.
The star-freckled prince nodded, calmly retrieving his family's cherished heirloom from his yellow backpack. As he unveiled his gear, he heard one of his classmate’s voices exclaiming. “Woah! That’s some support gear you have!” When the boy with the cylindrical-shaped elbow saw such a support weapon, he shouted in surprise. As a result, other kids who had not before seen the star-freckled foreign boy's shield were taken aback.
“Woah! What a gear!" A small teen with balls on top of his head that made him look like a human grape gasped in awe.
"Absolutely! It's like something out of a high fantasy tale, with wings connected by that red crystal in the center," One pink girl exclaimed, Well, she’s not wrong though.
"It looks so manly! Hey man! You got a very manly support gear! Where'd ya get one?" the spiky red-haired boy boisterously complimented the star-freckled prince about his shield.
"While his shield looks exceptional, my magnifique belt is far more dazzling!" declared a familiar, confident blonde with a sparkle in his eyes, though none of his peers seemed to notice or hear his declaration.
The murmur of amazement at his shield made the young prince flush once again. He couldn’t blame them; he too was still amazed by its appearance and the fact that the heirloom changed its look to match its user, which made him feel incredibly special.
“Stop oggling around; we don’t have to waste precious time on compliments," Aizawa warned. He looked at the young prince as the aforementioned teen walked up to him. The unkempt hero rummaged once again in his yellow sleeping bag and handed Izuku his uniform. After passing over the soft fabric, Aizawa mumbled something beneath his breath that only he and the young prince in front of him were able to hear. "Sorry kid."
The apology caught him off guard which evidently caused Izuku to stare at his caretaker in confusion, as it is already written on his face. The young Mewnian prince was perplexed as to why Aizawa apologized and what had prompted him to say sorry without context. Before he could articulate a word out of his lips, the unkempt hero jumped the gun as he turned his attention back to the class of new students.
"Now that everyone has their P.E. uniform, head to the changing room immediately—no more wasting time," Aizawa announced, his voice carrying the usual tired undertone. He watched his students file out of the room, their reactions a mix of excitement and anxiety. He could guess the source of their worries: the school orientation. He couldn't help but think, Too bad for them; school orientation isn't something to be anxious about.
“What? A Quirk assessment test?”
After dressing into their jumpsuits in the changing area, the unkempt man took the entire class outside to a large field. The students are currently standing on the dry ground of a testing area; the expansive field itself hosts a variety of physical activities and fitness tests, including what the young prince believed was a long jump sandpit.
However, a quirk assessment test wasn’t the first thought when it came to the minds of many students, considering it’s the first day of school. They were mostly concerned about schoolwork and ceremonies; with this, the short-haired auburn girl spoke out her worries about their orientation. “But orientation! We're gonna miss it!”
The unkempt hero doesn’t seem to be the least bit worried about missing orientation; one ceremony means nothing when he’s about to put the class through. “If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies.” He replied to the girl’s worries. “Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.” This prompted the students to remain silent, and while the young homeschooled prince didn't find it strange, the others were taken aback, contemplating the unorthodox approach their teacher took in running their class.
Aizawa took out a cellphone, and on the electronic device's screen contained several physical activities noted in sections. “You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before.”
“The country's 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 stated. While it sounded biased, he did not lie. It's simply the way society works nowadays; no matter how many believe that everyone is equally the same; it's those same people who elevate certain individuals, fueling heroes' popularity and making it a contest for the spotlight..
Black, tired eyes landed on the explosive student. “Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?” Aizawa asked the explosive teen.
“Sixty‐seven meters, I think.” the explosive blonde named; Bakugo replied.
Aizawa nodded as he dug through his pocket and tossed a ball device at the explosive teen who caught with ease. “Right. Try doing it with your Quirk.” The unkempt man moved aside as Bakugo walked towards the center circle of the throwing area. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time.” Aizawa flatly instructed Bakugo.
In turn, the explosive blonde prepared himself with a warm-up as he stretched his arms and prepared his throwing stance, similar to that of a baseball pitcher. Bakugo let out a loud growl as a stronger explosion emerged from his hand, slightly heating the air from the sidelines where students were observing. The ball soared up into the blue sky resembling a blazing fireball, propelling as it made a few circular airflows.
The young prince as well as other students were amazed by the sheer power that the blonde teenager displayed. The star-freckled prince wished he had brought his hero analysis notebook with him. If this is how one of his classmates quirk works, he's giddy to find out the rest of his peers' quirks and how versatile or creative their special abilities are.
“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.” Aizawa continued, and after soaring through the air, the ball finally slowed its momentum and bounced back to the ground. The moment the electronic ball hits the dry ground, the phone faintly beeps in his fingers. He turned around, facing the whole class once more. The unkempt man raises his hand that is holding the electronic device, revealing the explosive blonde's throw meters. “It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.”
Most of the class gasped at the number that was on the screen, 705 meters! Bakugo's throw made the electronic ball soar such a wide meter through using his quirk.
“Whoa, 705 meters, are you kidding me?” The male with yellow mustard color-haired with lightning-shaped streak on the left of his side fringe teenager call out in flabbergasted.
“I wanna go! That looks like fun!” The girl with pastel pink skin, and small yellow antenna sticking out of her puffy short hair cheered excitedly, clasping her hands together.
“This is what I'm talkin' about, usin' our Quirks as much as we want!” The teenager with a large cylinder for elbows exclaimed grinning at the prospect of the assessment test using their abilities.
However, the pastel pink girl’s statement would prove her undoing. “So this looks fun, huh?” The unkempt man voices out in a flat tone, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere became tense as the students noticed the underlying tone of sternness.
“Idiots…” he grinned. “Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately.”
The students' shell-shocked eyes and loud gasps reverberated around the training field; the declaration washed away the colors of the class of promising students. Mixed emotions of unjustified and distress are written on their faces, but being terrified of the prospect of immediate expulsion outweighs any other feelings they are now dealing with.
But one teenager who hits the hardest with the upcoming physical test is the royalty himself, Izuku Butterfly. If it were merely a physical test, the star-freckled prince wouldn't have a hard time acing the examination with flying colors. The primary issue is that he will be wielding it with his shield; the spells, which he has yet to master, will be his most difficult test, possibly more so than the entrance examination. His output of the spells is either uncontrollable, on maximum, or none and there are eight tests that he'll do with magic. The Mewnian prince looked at his strapped shield on his arm. He clenched his fist as he mused about what he’s going to do at this point?
“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?” Aizawa continued, he held his hair, parting the loosely unkempt dark long strands, as he revealed his mocking dry eyes accompanied with a devilish grin. “If that's a problem, you can head home right now.”
This prompted the auburn, short-haired girl to speak out against Aizawa's demands. “You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair! ”She expresses grievance wondering how a teacher could demand such a thing. They worked so hard to get into this prestigious heroic institution, only to be expelled right away because one failed the assessment.
However, this did not make the unkempt teacher show any shred of empathy. “Oh, and you think natural disasters are?” This shut the auburn hair girl to be taken aback, as she did not speak any further. “Or power‐hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra‐style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here.”
Aizawa did not sugarcoat nor hold back in his words; it’s either that these teenagers bury their heads on the ground or stand up straight. Whether or not his assessment is harsh or seems unnecessary for the first day, it's neither unrelated nor relevant to him. This is an institution that will pluck those pests and weeds to ensure they never deprived the crop of its full potential.
As Iida took out his water bottle, he reflected that he did not approve of Aizawa's hazing method, but it’s not like he has other choices left. UA is the top hero program, and its high expectations and standards aren’t something he’ll turn a blind eye to.
The disheveled man's words became the students' determination, as some teenagers' eyes glittered with resolve or fear of being expelled. Either way, it's certain that the aspiring heroes, or in the case of the young prince, aspiring leader, would not hold back during the assessment test.
“Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.” Aizawa opened his phone once again, pressing the first list of the assessment while leading the class to go to the two long lines of marked track, with measuring machinery at the end. "The first test is a 50-meter dash, that device over there will measure your speeds.” the unkempt man said, turning his head towards the class as he called out the first two students. “Tsuyu Asui, Tenya Iida, you’re up first.”
The glasses-wearing male teen and another short girl with sea green long hair reaching to her waist with the ends tied together at the bottom in a large bow of hair walked up to the starting blocks, both in a kneeling position.
“Runners, on your marks.” the measuring device’s automated voice announced. “Ready!” A gunshot rings out, and the race begins. Tenya ran at high speeds, leaving a trail of light smoke behind him as well as from the source: his engine leg calves. With this quirk, he ran faster than anyone else. “3.04 seconds.” The machinery announced his speed for rushing through the 50-meter track in such a short period of time.
Not long after, the girl with a bow hair named Tsuyu Asui not only did not run but leaped into the air, much like frogs do, and finished the race just a few seconds behind Iida, clocking in at 5.58 seconds.
Following Iida and Tsuyu's race, the homeroom teacher announces the names of an auburn short-haired girl and a male teen with a completely hairless tail, save at the tip. As their short dash race begins, the boy with a tail, Mashirao Ojiro, utilizes his tail to boost himself up by slapping his tail on the ground with force, while the girl named Ochako Uraraka only runs normally.
The unkempt man subtly glanced at Izuku. It's no surprise, at least to Aizawa, that the young prince looked fascinated with the students' utilization of quirks. He noticed that his ward is standing with the class and noted the fact that the young prince seemed to still be putting a distance with mutant students, shaking in probably both from the challenge of the assessment test and the abnormal appearance of his peers. The unkempt man slightly furrowed his brow but let it go for the time being.
Now is not the time to reassure the young prince. For the time being, the homeroom teacher prefers to separate his responsibilities in different areas when appropriate, and right now, he's identifying the upper boundaries of each student's abilities to assist him in determining their room for progress. It becomes obvious what they can and cannot achieve. Their true potential. He turned back to the next runners, gruffly calling two students to the roster. “Mina Ashido, Yuga Aoyama, you’re up.”
A pastel pink skin girl walked up to the starting line, taking off her shoes and sock, leaving her in bare feet. The students looked at the girl name; Mina in questioning but the pastel girl doesn't seem perturbed by the gaze as she positions herself into a running stance. However, the flamboyant blonde did not have the same idea nor position himself like Mina.
“Nice attempts mon amis. But you're just not showing enough panache!” Yuga confidently commented on the previous runners as he turned his back to the running track.
The gunshot rang out, and the flamboyant blonde leaped into the air, his belt emitting a sparkling periwinkle laser. The blast propelled him forward, but the glittery beam soon fizzled out, causing Yuga Aoyama to plummet. He landed ungracefully on his back, his jumpsuit now smeared with dust from the dry ground.
Mina, the pastel pink girl, used her corrosive liquid to slide effortlessly towards the finish line. The flamboyant blonde watched as she glided past, not wasting any more time. He stood up and replicated his earlier performance, clocking in at an impressive 5.51 seconds.
A normal person would be embarrassed or feel a sense of mortification from being too confident and self-assured about themselves, only leading to fail their grand entrance. However, Yuga Aoyama doesn't seem to be shaken nor show any abashed expression as he continues to smile amidst his mistake and even seem sparkling, while ignoring the fact that the rear of his PE outfit is coated with filth.
“Shooting my beautiful beam for more than a second hurts my tummy.” He explained his quirk’s weakness with confidence, twisting his head to look at the unimpressed students. However, Izuku does not appear to have the same expression as his fellow peers. The flamboyant blonde's use of his quirk prompted the Mewnian prince to come up with an idea—probably a stupidly, potentially dangerous idea, but he doesn't have any other options. He could already imagine the backlash that his body will feel later on.
When his name and the explosive blonde name Katsuki Bakugou were called to undertake the 50-meter sprint test, the young prince swiftly loosened his shield, which was attached to his left arm. He quickly moved his other arm on top of the other. While the star-freckled teen was busy hazily adjusting his shield’s straps with his teeth, Bakugo looked at the scene in annoyance, growing increasingly irritated with how slow his opponent was.
Others, on the other hand, don’t appear to be on the same level of frustration as Bakugo's; they're more akin to curious as to what he’s doing, but three students who witnessed beforehand what the star-freckled teen’s power could do now understand his action.
"Oh, oh! Is he doing the same thing as before?!" Uraraka excitedly exclaimed. She watched the foreign teen in the entrance exam and what he could do with his gear, heck, front view and centered. Iida nodded in similar agreement, and so does the bird-headed teen. This piqued more student interest in the trio's brief mutual approval.
From the sidelines and behind the building, three adults peek their nosey, wandering eyes from around the corner, observing the busy students. "So..." Present Mic whispered, breaking the stillness among the trio of hiding adults. “That's the kid Shouta's been looking after, huh? Do you guys think that this little listener’s documents are legit?”
Midnight hummed. “We’re here now, right? So let’s just watch the little guy in action." The R-rated hero turned her head to the number-one pro-hero beside them. “Also, why are you here, All Might?”
The question directed at him made the older blonde splutter a little, but he regained focus. “Well, I too am curious about the prince. It’s not everyday that someone tells me that the kingdom of Mewni is actually real. I just didn’t think it was in another dimension, nor did I think about other dimensions being real.” All Might explained, As the Symbol of Peace, he has encountered various villains, heroes, and situations, but the concept of other dimensions and a kingdom like Mewni being real is something entirely new to him.
In the past, All Might dismissed the idea of Mewni as a mere legend, similar to the lost city of Atlantis or el dorado at that point. However, now that he has concrete evidence of its existence through the presence of Izuku Butterfly. The young prince who idolizes him or what his always tired colleague spoke about the young prince’s personality when his coworkers and also guiltily himself asked, nevertheless his curiosity is piqued. It's not every day that someone tells you a legendary kingdom is real, let alone in another dimension.
All Might's curiosity extends beyond mere disbelief turning into belief. He genuinely wants to learn more about the kingdom of Mewni and its connection to the earth. The fact that Izuku Butterfly looks up to him and recognizes him as a hero brings a sense of joy and surprise to All Might. It's a testament to the influence he has as the Symbol of Peace, reaching even the farthest corners of different dimensions. The number one hero could help but took pride and felt giddy about it.
The voice hero watched how the rookie teacher's face lit up like a child eagerly anticipating Christmas Eve, and as Present Mic, he couldn't help but point out the smiling. "If I hadn't known you were All Might, I might have mistook your quirk for something flowery and bright with that smile." He softly teases the number one pro-hero, chuckles at his coworker's comment, appreciating the lighthearted banter.
After a few seconds of Izuku Butterfly wrestling with his shield’s strap, now with both arms bound to each other, he finally sped towards his starting line. As he walked past the explosive blonde, the young prince swore he heard Bakugo mutter something, but it was so muffled and quiet that he didn’t understand half of it.
As he stood on his side of the track, instead of positioning himself in a running position like everyone who did the dash, the young prince turned his back on the track, just like how Aoyama did in his sprint test. He then closes his eyes, trying to maintain focus and trying to halt his nervousness as he mutters under his breath. “Brutum…” Suddenly, a ball of electricity glows from the ruby-red crystal, with small sparks escaping the charging ball.
As the other students watched the star-freckled teen with interest, one of them felt a jolt of both surprise and alarm at the sight of the unknown electricity. “Uh, guys… maybe we should step back a little,” the golden-haired boy nervously suggested, hastily grabbing the arms of the red-haired teen and the girl with plug-like earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes, leaving them both confused.
"Woah, man, why?” The dyed red-headed teen asked.
"Yeah, what’s the deal?” the girl added.
The others also looked bewildered by the blonde’s warning but complied with his heed, stepping away from the track but not far enough to watch the runners.
“Runners on your marks! ready!” the automated voice recited. As the sound of the gunshot was fired, the young prince jumped into the air and shouted the final word of the spell. “Fulmen!”
Like a speeding bullet and as loud as one, a thunderous sound reverberates through the testing field. A bolt of blinding lightning escapes the prince's shield and strikes a single faraway tree, causing it to shatter into thousands of pieces and evaporate into dust before the students are able to react. Within the blink of an eye, the young prince is rolling outside the track, his body crashing to the ground, sustaining cuts and collecting scrapes and dirt on his jumpsuit. Not a moment later, he felt a familiar material wrap around his body, bringing his quick rolling to a standstill.
“0.5 microseconds!” The measuring device announced Izuku’s dash. His classmates gasped in amazement at the star-freckled foreigner's speed and power; the notion that the bushy green teen got a microsecond in his 50-meter dash is mind-boggling, but they watch how the power damages the teen, as evidenced by the light cuts on his face, and what was once a tree has become dust.
While the students marveled at the star-freckled teens' record, Aizawa approached the teen in question.
"Are you okay, Butterfly?" He queried his ward, his fatigued face tinged with concern as he examined the mewnian prince’s cuts and scrapes. The scruffy man had not anticipated the young prince's decision to employ that magic; perhaps he could ask Glossaryck about other spells Izuku could utilize.
The binding cloth positions the teen stand-up straight and releases its hold on Izuku. The young prince nodded at his caretaker, now a homeroom teacher. “Y-yeah, I'm alright.” he said, disoriented and shaken by the thumbled that he just went through.
The unkempt man furrowed his brow deeper, looking at the dazed young prince in front of him. “Can you still do this? You can go to recovery girl for those cuts.” Aizawa suggested.
The star-freckled prince shook his head, seemingly trying to look unfazed by the blast that it aided him to propel at a fast speed. He looked at Aizawa with determination, no hint of backing or going to the sidelines, most likely still apprehensive about the unkempt man’s declaration of immediate expulsion. “I’ll be alright; I can still do this.” Izuku replied without hesitation, but his tone doesn’t hide his underlying shakiness.
“Oh man! And I thought I'm going to stand out!” The blonde with a black streak pouted as a tiny electricity left his pointed finger.
Classmates on the left and right glanced at the star-freckled kid in amazement, while three students appeared perplexed. Of course, they're still astonished by the star-freckled kid's speed, especially because a certain boy with engines elicited a fair dose of jealousy mixed with a hint of intrigue.
"Wait, didn't he do that against the huge robot?" the brunette girl inquired, tilting her head. Her tone suggested she was unimpressed, though she quickly waved her hands wildly, trying to dispel the notion. "Not that I'm complaining or anything! I just thought he'd do that, you know? Do you know what I mean?" She reassured the two boys beside her, her voice trembling slightly as she attempted to explain the maneuver she had observed during the entrance exam.
"I, too, found it strange..." Iida stated calmly, as the birdheaded teen nodded in accord. Thankfully, the two adolescents appear to be on the same page as her, causing the girl to exhale with relief.
"It appears he used the same blast against the giant robot in the entrance exam, but not the same blast he used to propel himself towards it," he remarked, looking at the star-freckled teenager who was dusting himself off, as Iida adjusted his glasses with puzzlement behind him.
"The real question is, what kind of quirk does he have at his disposal?" the bird-headed youngster remarked, nonchalantly crossing his arms as he peered down from the teen's face to the shield attached to his arm. "Or should I say, what power does he hold…" The brunette girl glanced at the bird-headed kid, comical sweat beads forming on her forehead. She wasn't concerned, but rather, puzzled by his cryptic words.
Amidst the buzzing students, Katsuki Bakugo glared at the scraped-up, star-freckled teen. He had been upstaged, upstaged by a total extra. Clenching his sparking hands, he clicked his tongue in frustration. Whatever, he thought, it’s not like this starry-eyed extra is any good. Just like the dirt collected on his jumpsuit, this kid was insignificant. His explosion quirk was far superior to any other extra in this field, or even in this entire school.