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Alright, first day of school. Nothing to it at all. No worries, even if it is the first day of college. At fucking UA University. It’s fine, no big deal at all, even if it’s the first day at a school that is on par with the University of Tokyo in level of prestige. At least I don’t know anyone, and I don’t have to pick out a damn outfit either. It’ll be fine. I need to barf.
Okay, no big deal, I just need to brush my teeth now and spray some of that cologne mom got me years ago after she introduced me to deodorant. Fuck, is it that time already? I got to run.
As I ran out of my house, I didn’t realize how much my life was changing that day. Soon, I would be thrown into a cruel world, the real world, where even the four walls of the most protected school in all of Japan couldn’t keep me out of harm's way. But on that morning, I also didn’t know how much I would be gaining. The friends I was about to make, the wisdom from my classes, and the way my body and quirk were about to flourish and develop. And least of all, I didn’t know about the curveball that was about to be launched into my life, going about 80 fucking billion miles an hour.
Deku?
I stared in shock when I first saw him, and then it quickly turned to anger. Deku is the piece of shit that wouldn’t ever leave me alone all throughout my life, and now he has the audacity to be in my fucking hero course? I’m seething as attendance is called, and all I can think about is that smug look on his face. I have no idea how he is even here. All my life, that nerd hasn’t held a candle to me, and this is literally the hardest academy to get into.
In this world, strength and God’s grace of giving you a good quirk is what makes you successful, and you have to have both to be at UA, let alone be a pro hero. I am very blessed with an amazing quirk, the ability to produce explosions from my sweat that is similar to nitroglycerin, and have worked tirelessly over the years on becoming stronger and having something to show for my amazing quirk.
Deku has never had a quirk, never had any strength, never had any discipline. All he’s ever had was a head in the clouds and a stupid smile on his face.
We were both huge All Might fans growing up, I mean how could you not be? The guy is THE number one hero of all time, so everybody has been obsessed with him for years, especially little boys who wanted nothing but to be a cool hero like him. But of course as we got older, it was clear that only one of us could actually become a hero like All Might. But the idiot kept believing he could make it, even without a quirk.
Last year, I got into a little accident. No biggie, I had it handled, but then the asshole shows up and has the nerve to act like HE is saving ME! It pissed me off so bad, I can’t even stand to look at him. But now he’s here, at my school and in my course.
I have absolutely no idea how he could have even gotten accepted to UA, without a quirk. Maybe he started working out and put his nose to the grindstone? No, even exceptional strength wouldn’t get you in. The entrance exam was no joke, we had to destroy robots for points, and even the one-pointers would be too tough for a quirkless loser like him. Whatever, it’s best to not think of it now. I just gotta work on my school work and get through the first day.
Later, Aizawa Sensei, my professor, brought us outside.
“Your generation has been taught to keep your quirks hidden away, but to become heroes you’ll need to learn your quirk’s capabilities and surpass the limits you have now. Today we will be testing those limits through a series of exercises. And the individual who scores the lowest out of everyone in the class will be expelled.” He explained, deadpan. “Bakugo, come demonstrate for me with this baseball. Throw it as far as you can, using your quirk.”
I wasn’t expecting to be called upon so soon, especially after that bomb he just dropped on us. No matter though, I know I’m way better than these extras, and if my suspicions were correct it’ll be Deku going home at the end of the day, not me. But still, I wanna show off a little. I won’t let anyone think they have a chance of beating me, let alone a fucking nobody like Deku.
I add a touch of oomph to my throw and get 75 kilometers, pretty good. Everyone else did as good as I expected, and I was actually getting kinda excited to see the nerd step up. I am dying of curiosity of how he got into UA, what he’s got in him. As he steps up the plate, I can’t help but notice that he’s definitely put on a lot of muscle. Maybe that’s his whole thing then? Strong but quirkless? Just as he’s about to throw the ball, Aizawa’s eyes widen and his hair begins to float, standing up straight as if it’s been pushed up by the wind, and suddenly Deku’s ball is falling a few feet in front of him.
Aizawa is Eraserhead, then. The pro hero whose power is to erase the quirks of those he casts his gaze on. But why did he use it on Deku?
That stoked my flame, so to speak. I performed a lot better in the other challenges, angry at the thought of Deku having a quirk. Has he been hiding this from me all our life? Why would he do that? Was I not good enough to tell or show? Why would he act so weak, always get himself into trouble, and let himself get beat up if he could have whipped out his quirk and gotten himself ahead in life. Why didn’t he use his quirk when he was determined to save me? None of it made any sense.
After the end of the exercises Aizawa wanted us to do, I wasn’t worried at all. I didn’t need to worry about getting expelled, there were some real slow bastards in this class, especially that lying prick. He sucked ass, and it showed when he placed last in the class. Well, guess that’s that. I was kinda hoping he’d prove everyone wrong, especially since his quirk was so special that he had to hide it from me.
“No one is getting expelled. That was just a necessary deception,” Aizawa Sensei confirms.
Are you fucking serious?
“I just said that so you would all try your best. I think we’ve all learned a lot today, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he turns and walks back to the school, leaving us to process that our teacher would be so mischievous.
“Well that takes the cake for a nerve wracking first day,” says one kid, who has red spikey hair and a scar on his face. I give him a look and walk away, but not without seeing Deku settling right into the class already. He’s talking to a girl with brown hair and a tall guy who has an impressive speed burst that I had to race earlier in the 5 meter stretch. It’s just not fair. He gets into this school with no quirk, or maybe a hidden quirk, and immediately starts talking to everyone as if he’s the new All Might, even though he was the worst out of everyone. I’m going to be the best in the class, and I’m going to be the number one hero, and I’m going to have to do it while he’s around. So be it. I won’t let that punk throw me off my game. He’ll just have to learn his place.