Chương 8: Chapter 5: First day at UA
The soft morning light spilled through the blinds, casting golden streaks across Tatsuya's room. He sat cross-legged on a mat, eyes closed and breathing steady, as he flowed through his stretching routine. Each motion was deliberate, a testament to the discipline honed over years of relentless training. His muscles responded with ease, pliable, and prepared for the challenges ahead. This ritual of light exercises was not only for physical readiness but also to center his mind—essential for a day like today.
After finishing the last series of stretches, Tatsuya rose, letting out a breath dispelling the last remnants of doubt. Today was not ordinary; it was the beginning of his journey at U.A. University.
He headed downstairs, where the scent of freshly cooked rice and grilled fish filled the air. Wearing a warm smile, his mother set a plate down as he sat at the table. The morning light illuminated the kitchen, making it feel alive with anticipation.
"Excited for your first day?" she asked, sliding a glass of juice toward him.
"Yes," he admitted, a rare spark in his usually calm eyes. "It feels like all the training, everything leading up to now, is finally coming together."
She chuckled, the sound like a familiar melody. "Remember to breathe, Tatsuya. U.A. isn't just about power, it's about growth and finding your path."
He nodded, taking a bite of his breakfast. The flavors reminded him of simpler mornings, but today carried an undertone of thrill. I'll show them what I'm capable of, he thought.
With breakfast finished and the last sip of juice savored, Tatsuya picked up his bag and stepped into the hallway. His father stood there, arms crossed but eyes softer than usual.
"First day, huh?" The older Kurogane's voice held the weight of pride hidden under gruffness. "Keep your head up and learn everything you can. You're a Kurogane, and you carry a legacy now."
"I will," Tatsuya promised, stepping out into the morning sun.
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The walk to U.A. was peaceful. Cicadas buzzed in the summer heat, their rhythmic hum blending with the crunch of gravel beneath Tatsuya's steps. Today was unlike any other; anticipation coursed through his veins. As he walked, his focus shifted inward, where Incursio's deep voice stirred—a presence ancient and feral.
"These paths… so quiet, so orderly," Incursio mused, the words forming not in sound but as a rumble of impressions and shadows. "When I roamed, the ground quaked under the feet of monsters and men alike. The air reeked of blood, not ambition."
Tatsuya's gaze flicked up to the sky, blue and unmarred, so different from the chaos Incursio often painted in his mind. "The world has changed," he murmured, half in thought and half in response.
"Changed? No," Incursio's tone darkened, reminiscent of ancient battles and unyielding storms. "Tamed, perhaps. But danger hides behind complacency. Remember, boy, in my time, victory belonged not to the strongest, but to those who adapted."
The pulse of power beneath Tatsuya's skin surged, a reminder of the legacy he bore. The tales Incursio shared of adapting on the battlefield, of harnessing raw, unmatched forms, resonated deep within him. "Your journey won't be one of mimicry, but creation," Incursio warned. "If you want to surpass those who came before, you must go beyond survival. You must redefine it."
Tatsuya smirked, determination etching itself onto his features. "I do understand. And today is only the beginning."
Ahead, U.A.'s towering gates loomed, proud and imposing. Within their bounds lay rivals with Quirks that defied reason and teachers known for their relentless trials. The future awaited, filled with tests that would either break him or prove him worthy.
With the morning breeze brushing against his skin and Incursio's primal echoes coursing through him, Tatsuya stepped forward, ready to carve his place in this new era.
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A week ago, Tatsuya Kurogane had stood before U.A. University's massive gates, nerves tightly coiled beneath his calm exterior. The entrance exam had been a whirlwind of strategy and raw skill, a gauntlet designed to push every applicant to their limits. He remembered the rush of the fight, how his heart had pounded with each move, and the satisfying surge of triumph when the exam results were revealed: Top of the class. The title felt heavy with promise and expectation, a testament to his efforts and Incursio's guidance.
Now, as he walked through those same gates as an accepted student, the weight of that title transformed into pride and excitement. The sprawling campus unfurled before him, alive with activity. Advanced training facilities gleamed in the morning sun, their cutting-edge technology promising a world of growth. The echo of students' laughter and the distant sound of practice drills painted a vivid picture of the life that awaited him.
Tatsuya took a deep breath, his pulse quickening with anticipation. This is where everything changes, he thought, stepping into the entrance hall where new faces and unknown fates converged.
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Determined not to squander his first day, Tatsuya arrived in Class 1-A's pristine room a full thirty minutes early. The space felt new, untouched by the chaos of a school day, its bright walls and neat rows promising order before the storm. He chose a seat by the window, savoring the brief silence.
It didn't last long. The quiet was interrupted by a ripple of conversation as a group of girls entered the room. Tatsuya's eyes widened as he recognized them—KDA, the global K-pop sensation known for their powerful performances and vibrant personas. They were the last people he expected to see at U.A., a prestigious hero school. And at the forefront was Ahri.
Ahri's eyes met his, and the playful confidence that usually defined her faltered. An uncomfortable silence hung between them, weighted by a history they both understood. The memories surfaced unbidden—a confrontation that left wounds deeper than either intended.
"Tatsuya," Ahri's voice was soft, a blend of caution and sincerity. She stepped forward and, to his surprise, bowed her head. "I'm sorry for what happened between us. I've changed, and coming here is my way of starting over. I hope we can... move past it."
Tatsuya stared at her, the echoes of past frustrations dulling as he studied the sincerity in her eyes. This was U.A., a place where everyone came to forge new paths. Clinging to old grudges felt out of place here, especially with Incursio's reminder to adapt and move forward resonating within him.
He took a breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. "I understand. We're here to grow, all of us. Let's start fresh."
Ahri's eyes lit up with relief, her usual charm returning. She stepped back and gestured to the three girls behind her, each watching with curiosity. "Let me introduce you. This is Evelynn, Kai'Sa, and Akali—my friends and groupmates."
Evelynn's smirk was sharp, her eyes glinting with amusement. "So, this is the famous top scorer? Interesting."
Kai'Sa nodded, a quiet, calculating smile on her face. "We've heard a lot about you."
Akali's grin was lopsided and easy. "Let's see if you're as good as they say, Tatsuya."
The classroom filled with an air of intrigue, past grievances left behind, and new connections forming. As Tatsuya exchanged introductions and learned more about the group's journey to U.A., he felt a strange comfort in this new beginning. It seemed the school year would be more surprising than he had anticipated.
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As the minutes passed, the quiet classroom of Class 1-A began to fill with the energy of new arrivals. Students walked in, each carrying the mix of nervous excitement and determination that marked their first day at U.A. Tatsuya sat at his window-side desk, observing as familiar figures stepped into the room.
Izuku Midoriya, eyes wide with the enthusiasm that never seemed to wane, entered with a mix of awe and slight trepidation. He glanced around before finding his seat, a notebook already in his hands, ready for any observations. Beside him, Katsuki Bakugo stormed in with his usual confident scowl, taking his place with an air that challenged anyone to test him. The tension between him and Midoriya was almost palpable, a thread that kept drawing eyes.
Tatsuya kept a steady, composed expression, silently studying his peers. He knew the names from news reports and stories of their achievements, but being here, surrounded by them, added an undeniable weight to the moment.
"Yo, new face, huh?" A cheerful voice called out as Eijiro Kirishima settled into the seat next to Tatsuya, offering a toothy grin. "I'm Kirishima! Good to meet ya, man."
Tatsuya's lips curved into a slight smile. "Tatsuya Kurogane. Nice to meet you too." The exchange was brief but set a tone for the camaraderie that would define the class.
Moments later, Shoto Todoroki entered, his dual-colored hair catching the light, eyes as calm and distant as ice. He gave a polite nod to those he passed, his expression unreadable. Ochaco Uraraka and Tenya Iida followed, the former waving enthusiastically at everyone while the latter stood tall, projecting leadership with every precise movement.
Suddenly, Iida, ever the picture of order and discipline, marched up to Bakugo, who had casually propped his legs on the desk. "Bakugo, this is disrespectful to our new learning environment! Please remove your feet from the desk," Iida demanded, gesturing sharply as if addressing a platoon.
Bakugo's eyes narrowed, irritation sparking in them like embers. "Hah? Who do you think you're ordering around, four-eyes?" He dropped his feet with a thud, casting a dark glare at Tatsuya. It wasn't just the fact that Tatsuya had scored first in the exam that grated on Bakugo—it was the memory of their encounter during the practicals. Tatsuya had bested him, not out of rivalry but to protect others, including Midoriya. The humiliation festered beneath Bakugo's skin.
"You think being number one here means anything, Kurogane?" Bakugo growled, voice low enough to not draw Aizawa's attention but sharp enough for Tatsuya to hear. His eyes, full of smoldering pride, locked onto Tatsuya's calm gaze.
Tatsuya's expression remained unchanged, a slight shift in his eyes hinting at the memory of their clash. "I'm here to learn, Bakugo. Just like everyone else," he said evenly, the undercurrent of strength unmistakable.
Meanwhile, a ripple of excitement swept through the room as more students noticed the famous group KDA seated at the far side. A trio of girls clustered around Ahri, eyes wide with starstruck wonder. "Are you really KDA? Can we get your autographs?" one asked, holding out a notebook.
Ahri, ever graceful, smiled and nodded. "Of course," she said, the tension from earlier replaced with her familiar, confident poise. Evelynn smirked as she signed her name with a flourish, while Kai'Sa and Akali exchanged knowing looks at the reaction they were getting.
Tatsuya watched the scene, an unexpected twist on his first day. This mix of powerful individuals—both heroes in training and celebrities—meant the year ahead promised to be anything but ordinary.
The room buzzed with eager conversation as students found their seats, exchanging quick introductions and settling into their first day at U.A. It was a lively scene, filled with the nervous energy of first-year students unsure of what to expect. Tatsuya watched the class with quiet amusement, though he remained focused. He had seen the intensity of U.A. from the outside, and now, he was about to experience it firsthand.
It was at that moment that a strange stillness fell over the room. There was no grand entrance, no dramatic fanfare—only the soft rustle of a sleeping bag from the back corner.
Aizawa was already there.
He was lying in the corner of the room, his sleeping bag cocooning him like a sack of flour. It took a full seven seconds before any of the students realized where he was. The silence that followed was thick with confusion and uncertainty. Then, a few students snickered nervously.
"Hey! What's going on?" Midoriya asked, looking at the students around him, but no one seemed to know the answer. The other students quickly took their seats, still unsure of the situation.
When the seven seconds of quiet were finally up, Aizawa's eyes cracked open from inside his sleeping bag. Without moving an inch, he spoke, his voice dry and lethargic.
"How long does it take for you to sit down and shut up?" he drawled, his gaze briefly sweeping across the room. The students stiffened. "It only took you seven seconds. You better get used to doing better than that here."
With a sigh, Aizawa sat up slightly, pulling the sleeping bag around his shoulders like a cloak. "I am Shota Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. And if you haven't figured it out by now, I don't do introductions. We're here to work."
The class remained silent, and the tension in the room grew.
"Today," Aizawa continued, "we're starting with a Quirk Apprehension Test. Don't expect any hand-holding. This isn't the time for pleasantries or introductions. You came here to be heroes, and if you can't handle this, you don't belong here."
Aizawa's gaze hardened as he fixed the class with a steely stare. "But before that, change into your P.E. uniforms. The test starts right now. Get moving."
The suddenness of the announcement left the students momentarily stunned. As they scrambled to change, Tatsuya glanced around. Bakugo had already moved toward the exit with his usual brash confidence, while Midoriya and Uraraka exchanged nervous glances.
Tatsuya remained composed, though a quiet fire had begun to stir within him. This was the test that would separate the weak from the strong.
Outside the classroom, he could hear the sounds of his classmates preparing for the test. His mind flickered back to the words of Incursio: Adapt, evolve, and surpass all who stand in your way.
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The classroom buzzed with an undercurrent of unease. Whispers rippled through the rows as students exchanged uncertain glances. The announcement of a physical assessment test on their very first day at U.A. had caught everyone off guard. Tatsuya sat quietly, eyes scanning the room while snippets of conversation filtered to his ears.
"On the first day? That's nuts!" Kaminari muttered, slouching in his seat.
"I thought today would just be orientation," Mina Ashido whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
In the boys' changing room, the tension was palpable. Eijiro Kirishima approached Tatsuya with a broad grin, eyes flicking to the defined muscles on Tatsuya's arms. "Dude, what'our secret?s y You've got the build of a pro already!" he exclaimed.
Tatsuya smirked faintly, pulling on his P.E. uniform. "Training, a lot of it. Let's just say my routine isn't exactly normal," he said, his voice steady but not revealing too much.
Other students nearby perked up at the comment. Sero laughed, "No kidding, man. We're all going to look like twigs next to you."
The chatter was cut short when Tenya Iida, ever the stickler for time, called out, "Hurry up! We mustn't delay!"
The sun shone down as Class 1-A gathered on the training grounds, lined up and ready. The air was buzzing with anticipation and apprehension. Aizawa stood before them, his tired eyes sweeping over the students. He raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Why did it take you so long to change?" The rhetorical question lingered for a moment before he continued.
"Today, we're doing a physical test. It'll include a 50-meter dash, grip strength, standing long jump, repeated side steps, the softball throw, and more," Aizawa stated in his monotone voice.
He shifted his gaze to Bakugo, who stood with arms crossed, eyes blazing with determination. "Bakugo, what was your best result for the softball throw in junior high?"
Bakugo's smirk was almost feral. "65 meters," he said, a hint of a challenge in his voice.
Aizawa nodded. "Now, try it using your Quirk. But don't leave the circle." He crossed his arms, eyes sharp as he added, "It's ridiculous that schools don't allow Quirk usage for assessments. Using Quirks from a young age helps develop control and saves us trouble later."
Bakugo stepped forward, flexing his fingers before gripping the ball. "Die!" he shouted, channeling an explosion from his palm as he released the ball. It rocketed into the sky, leaving a trail of smoke. The result appeared on the screen: 705.6 meters.
A collective gasp swept through the class.
"Whoa! That's insane!" Kaminari blurted out, eyes wide with awe.
"This is going to be awesome!" Sero said, his grin widening.
But Aizawa's narrowed eyes cut through their excitement. "Awesome, huh?" His voice turned cold, and the shift in tone silenced the murmurs. "Let me be clear. The one who comes in last will be expelled."
"What?!" The outcry was immediate and unanimous. Ochaco's face paled, and Midoriya's heart sank as panic flickered in his eyes.
"But it's the first day!" Kirishima protested, fists clenched.
Aizawa's gaze swept over them, unyielding. "Being a hero is not about fun. It's about facing unfair situations. Villains, natural disasters, monsters—none of it is fair. If you can't handle that, you don't belong here."
The realization weighed heavily on the group. Those who had been smiling moments before now had serious, determined looks. Tatsuya, standing among them, felt the competitive fire burn stronger as he met the challenge head-on.
The tension wrapped around the students like a constricting coil as Aizawa's words sank in. The carefree smiles were gone, replaced by determination, anxiety, or defiance.
"Alright, first up for the 50-meter dash," Aizawa said, pointing at Iida and Midoriya. They stepped up to the starting line, with Iida shifting into a ready stance, engines in his legs humming softly. Midoriya clenched his fists, still processing Aizawa's ultimatum.
"On your mark... get set... go!"
Iida took off with a burst of speed, a streak of blue racing toward the finish line. Midoriya ran hard, focusing more on pacing himself than on winning. Iida's time appeared on the screen: 3.04 seconds. The class murmured appreciatively.
"Next pair!" Aizawa called.
Tatsuya stood at the line alongside Sero, feeling the quiet excitement simmer beneath his controlled expression. Sero cracked a grin. "Hey, don't hold back, new guy. Let's see what you've got."
Tatsuya gave a small nod. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Aizawa's voice cut through the air. "Go!"
Sero launched into action, his tape helping propel him forward, but Tatsuya burst forward with powerful strides, his feet hitting the ground with precision and speed. The clock marked his time as a whisper of surprise ran through the students: 3.17 seconds.
As the physical tests progressed, the class showcased their varied Quirk abilities and athleticism. The 50-meter dash saw Iida blazing through with his engine-powered legs, clocking in at a remarkable speed, while Tatsuya smoothly kept up with elite contenders like Todoroki. Kirishima's run emphasized his steadfast, unyielding nature, but it lacked raw speed. Ahri's run was swift and agile, her fox-like grace catching many eyes.
As the tests progressed, each station revealed something new. The standing long jump saw Tsuyu using her frog-like leaps, while Momo impressed with her analytical approach. Bakugo, still charged from his earlier throw, exploded across the side steps station, moving with feral energy. The grip strength test made Eijiro shine, his declaration of being "unbreakable" ringing true as he pushed himself to the max.
In the grip strength test, Tatsuya's prowess outshone others with an impressive feat that drew nods of respect. Kirishima flexed his hardening Quirk, achieving a solid score. Midoriya struggled, his face tense with worry, but still put his all into it.
During the standing long jump, KDA members demonstrated flair; Kai'sa leapt with precise finesse, propelled by bursts from her Quirk, landing with perfect poise. Bakugo's explosive jump soared far, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake. The repeated side steps showcased Asui's nimbleness as she lightly hopped, while Tatsuya's agility made him one to watch.
The ball throw proved most dramatic. Ahri's throw, amplified by an arcane push from her Quirk, earned a significant distance. Bakugo's explosive shot blasted the ball past the 700-meter mark with his characteristic roar of "Die!" Meanwhile, Uraraka elicited gasps as her ball floated into infinity with a flick of her fingers.
Through it all, Aizawa observed, eyes never softening. He watched the results not for entertainment but for insight, calculating who in his class had the most potential and who was struggling to stay afloat.
The physical fitness tests concluded with results being displayed on the leaderboard. Tatsuya's exceptional performance secured him the top position, closely followed by other powerhouses like Bakugo and Todoroki. Midoriya, to his relief, landed in the upper half, showcasing his rapid progress. Meanwhile, Mineta found himself at the bottom, visibly anxious.
Aizawa stepped forward, eyes scanning the students. "That's it for the tests," he said, pausing to let the tension build. "Oh, and the part about expelling whoever comes last? That was a lie." The room exhaled a collective sigh, muscles untensing as relief washed over them. The subtle grin on Aizawa's face hinted at his teaching philosophy: pushing them beyond limits but not without reason.
(A/N: if you have any questions or if you find any mistakes in grammar or information please do not hesitate to write that in the comments, I will try to answer all of the questions and edit the mistakes I made.)
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