It was a peaceful and leisurely walk to school. As the sun dipped below the horizon in a brilliant gold hue, the sounds of early morning birds chirping filled the quiet space as the chilly morning breeze poured through.
Shin gilded effortlessly, his uniform spotless and ironed, his golden necklace tucked underneath his uniform, his head reflecting the sunlight streaming down, and his Rolex timepiece on his left wrist.
"Isn't that the guy from the exam with the highest rescue points?"
"Yeah, I think he is. The chubby bald guy with a string quirk."
"He's super cool."
Shin's ears perked up, listening to the little chatters in the midst of other U.A. students approaching the school gate.
"Am I a celebrity now?" he whispered to himself, cracking a smile on his face.
"Huh? Stop daydreaming and wake up to reality." A familiar voice startled him from behind.
Shin stopped in his tracks, tilting his head backward. "Bakugo?"
"Sup, nerd," Katsuki Bakugo muttered with a calm and cold tone, not locking eyes with Shin.
"I'm good, man. And you? Never thought you'd be the one to say hi."
"Huh? What do you take me for, Shin? Wanna die?"
"Sorry, sorry, my bad, man."
"Hmm? What's going on?"
"What's wrong, Bakugo?"
Bakugo pointed a finger at the school entrance. "Isn't that the press?"
"Eh? What's the press doing at the U.A. gate?"
"Don't know, but let's check 'em out."
"Don't do anything crazy."
"Huh? Did you say something, you extra shithead?"
Shin raised both hands in surrender. "No, no, didn't say a word." He whistled, tilting his eyes and lips to the side.
"Tsk."
They fled to the entrance of the school, but they couldn't enter. Bakugo was unable to pass through as his veins rapidly sprouted on his forehead followed by tiny sparks ignited from his palms as though he were about to blast away the reporters.
Shin immediately held Bakugo firmly, trying to calm his nerves before he did something bad. "Um, eh, to…" He scratched the back of his head. "Can you please make a way for us to go in? We'll be late for lectures," Shin spoke diligently.
The media immediately turned their gaze toward the two young kids like predators trying to catch their prey. The crowd rushed at them, microphones, smartphones, and cameras at every angle.
"Tell me, students of U.A., how does it feel being admitted into the greatest hero school in Japan?" A female voice rang out, opening her notepad to record every piece of information they could fetch from the kids.
"Is it true All Might is a teacher here?"
"What does he look like when he comes to class?"
"Wait! Aren't you the kid from the sludge villain incident?"
"Go to hell, you nerd," Bakugo growled.
The woman turned her gaze to the bald-headed boy.
"C-Can you tell me more about your quirk? What inspires you to want to become a hero?" Sweat slid down her brow. *'What's with that blonde freaky kid? He's scary as shit.'*
The press bombarded Katsuki Bakugo and Shin Nakamura with questions. Cameras and microphones were all pointed at them.
Shin gulped, trying not to get overwhelmed by the media. "Can you please slow it down? We'll answer your questions one after the other," he said.
"What's your name, and what kind of quirk do you possess?"
"Um, I'm Shin Nakamura, a student of Class 1-A, and my quirk is called String," he kept it brief.
"Can you demonstrate how your quirk works?" A man in a grey suit asked, pointing the camera and microphone toward Shin's mouth.
Shin opened his palm and activated his quirk for a few seconds. Strings danced around his palm and quickly retracted. "That's my quirk."
"Do you think you can save as many people as All Might?"
"Yes—"
"Tell me," the man became curious, "how do you feel getting lectured by the greatest hero, All Might?"
"Em…" Shin cleared his throat, sweat already drifting down his brow. "I'd say it's the greatest feeling ever. All Might teaches us Heroics, and he also lectures us. It's really not about strength and power that makes you a better hero, but your heart." A bright smile crept onto his face. "To become a great hero, you mus—"
"That's enough!" A pale, dead-looking man walked out from nowhere.
"Aizawa-sensei?" Bakugo hummed.
"You're late. Get to class right now, both of you."
"Yes, sir!"
Bakugo and Shin moved ahead into the school grounds, leaving their homeroom teacher with the media at the entrance.
"Hello," Aizawa said.
"H-Hello! I'd like to ask about All Might."
"He's not on duty today, so I'll ask you to please leave and not disturb the peace here." With a cold stare, Aizawa walked inside the school building, leaving the media on hold.
*'What's a dead and scary man doing here at U.A.?'* A woman in a brown trench coat thought to herself. "What does he take me for?" She grunted, clenching her fist, gritting her teeth, and walking toward the entrance.
"Hey! Wait, don't go in!" A male voice rang out through the crowd, but the woman failed to obey. The moment her foot crossed the gate, an alarm rang out, indicating an intruder in the U.A. facility. In the blink of an eye, the security system activated automatically.
Her spine shivered from fear as she glanced at the facility now on lockdown. "W-Was I about to get smashed to pieces?" She collapsed to her knees, shivering as she adjusted her glasses. "I'll get you for this."
"I tried to tell you, but you didn't listen. Only those with a student ID or teacher's ID are permitted to go in."
"Shut up! I'll get them for this next time. Let's go!"
…
In a room filled with lights, Principal Nezu sat on his favorite chair, watching the press media take their leave on the monitor displaying the scene through the surveillance camera.
"What troublesome people," he whispered to himself, hopping out of the chair and exiting his office.
…
The classroom buzzed with chatter—students mingling, discussing their quirks and other topics—before the creak of the door opening caught their attention.
The door of Class 1-A slid open, and Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, strode in. "Good morning, class."
"Good morning, Aizawa-sensei!"
The students quickly shuffled into their seats while their homeroom teacher spoke.
"Good work on your combat training. I saw the results, and every one of you did great," he exhaled.
"Thank you!" the class murmured.
Aizawa walked toward the podium at the front of the class. "I hope you kids saw the replay of your combat training?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I believe you'll know where and what to work on after seeing your battle clips."
"Yes, sir!"
Aizawa pulled out his yellow sleeping bag. "And you, Midoriya, you really need to work on your quirk and not get injured every time you use it."
"Y-Yes, sir!"
"Alright then," he zipped himself into his sleeping bag, "I'll let you decide who will be your class representative." He chuckled inside his sleeping bag.
"Pick me!"
"Pick me!"
"Let me be the class representative!"
"Keep quiet!" Iida exclaimed, adjusting his glasses with his index finger. "We should show a good example and vote respectfully for who will take the role."
"I agree," Momo nodded.
Iida walked to the front of the classroom. "We're going to write down the name of whoever we see fit to lead our class."
"Okay!"
The students wrote down the names of their classmates they deemed suitable for the role, while some suggested themselves.
Iida gathered the pieces of paper and tallied them one by one, finally announcing the winner with the highest votes.
Shin Nakamura was chosen as the class representative, and Momo Yaoyorozu as the vice representative of Class 1-A.
"Huh?" Shin was dumbfounded and speechless when his name was announced, but he quickly composed himself and walked forward with Momo following behind.
"Um, I'm Shin Nakamura, the class representative of Class 1-A from today onward, and I ask for your cooperation to help make this class the best," he muttered, bowing politely to his peers.
The class applauded Shin and Momo Yaoyorozu as their new representatives, while Aizawa unzipped his yellow bag and emerged.
"Shin Nakamura and Momo Yaoyorozu are now the official class representatives. Do well to support them. That's all."
Aizawa exited the class with his register and headed to the teachers' lounge. The classroom buzzed with chatter as Shin, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Bakugo left for Lunch Rush to order their meals.
"Can't wait to try the new recipe!" Shin began to drool.
"Yeah, right? I'd love to try the new curry," Kirishima hummed.
Bakugo shoved his hands into his pockets. "Whatever, you extras. Let's go before it's out of stock."
"Getting all shy?" Shin teased.
"Eh? I'll fucking kill you one day."
"Haha, looking forward to it!"
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