[JAPAN – REVAN'S RESIDENCE – ONE WEEK AFTER ARRIVAL]
The house was big, modern, and secure. A tall wall surrounded it, with security systems installed at strategic points — motion sensors, impact-resistant glass, a reinforced entrance with biometric authentication.
My father spared no expense. Every corner of the house said: "You'll be safe here."
But safety doesn't fill the silence.
I walked down the long hallway that morning, my bare feet touching the cold polished marble floor. Outside, the neighborhood was quiet, almost silent, except for distant conversations and the sound of birds.
U.A. was only a few blocks away, visible from my bedroom balcony. That massive school, with its towers, training fields, and structures that looked like they came from a sci-fi movie.
But inside these walls… everything was too quiet.
' It's strange. I spent so long dreaming about freedom that I didn't think it might hurt. It's like being in a house full of air, but with no voices. No smell of my mom's coffee. No sound of the morning news and my dad grumbling about it. Just me and my thoughts… and this new world. '
I sat on the living room couch, staring at a TV my dad had installed. News from all over the world scrolled in real-time. Some stories were about heroes, others about politics… and a few, discreetly, still speculated on the "disappearance" of the young American with extraordinary abilities.
Nothing official. But the government's eyes were still watching.
I sighed, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door.
"I need to get out. Feel the world around me. Remind myself this is real. That I'm truly far from home… and that I'm still alive."
[MUSUTAFU STREETS – NEIGHBORHOOD NEAR U.A.]
The streets were clean, organized, but full of life. Kids were leaving school laughing, some teenagers in U.A. uniforms walking in lively groups. Small shops stood on every corner, food stalls letting out delicious steam, bicycles gliding along bike lanes.
My eyes took everything in with curiosity — the sounds, the smells, the signs in kanji. It was beautiful. Different. Alive. But still… distant.
I bought an onigiri from a street stall and sat on a bench in the plaza. The vendor smiled as he handed me the snack — thanks to learning Japanese, I managed to reply,
"Arigatou gozaimasu."
A small gesture. But it felt good. Human.
I looked around. No one recognized me. No one cared who I was or what I could do. I was just another kid with a backpack and a lost expression trying to find his place in the world.
"Maybe that's what freedom really is. The chance to be ordinary. To exist without a weight on your chest. To walk the streets without waiting for orders. Without fearing you're being watched."
I took out my phone. A new message from my mom:
"Good morning here, good evening there. We just wanted to know if you're eating well. And if you remembered to wear your jacket. Your dad said the forecast is cold in the next few days."
I smiled to myself. My chest tightened. I replied with a photo of the onigiri.
"Eating well. Feeling cold. And missing you both."
I put my phone away and took a deep breath.
"They're still with me. Even far away. Even across an entire ocean. And I'll become someone they can be proud of. This is where my story begins. Not as a weapon. But as a hero."
[U.A. – TEST ROOM – MORNING]
The written test was a formality, but it had to be done to confirm basic hero knowledge. Sitting in that room with dozens of other applicants, I flipped through the pages easily, answering the questions in minutes.
Questions about hero law, ethics, first aid, and Quirk control — all far too simple for someone with the training I had. I handed in the test early and walked out calmly.
The sun was bright when I arrived at the practical field. Giant equipment and obstacles were scattered everywhere, ready to test the candidates' abilities.
As I watched the others get ready, I heard an upbeat voice:
"Hey, you ! I haven't seen you around. You're not from here, right ?"
I turned to see a blond boy with a wide smile and confident posture.
"Yeah, I just moved here a few days ago."
"Cool ! I'm Mirio Togata," he said, extending a hand with a huge grin. "Are you doing the regular test or the recommendation one ? The recommendation test is in a different area."
"I'm doing the regular one. I want to feel the real challenge."
He laughed.
"Brave. Most people go for the recommendation to play it safe. But having fun matters too."
"Exactly."
[U.A. TESTING FIELDS – AFTERNOON]
The test field was full of small robots — the "low-point" bots spread across the area. They came in waves, simulating real scenarios to test the candidates' skills, speed, and control.
While the others struggled to take them down, I moved with precision and speed. A punch here, a superpowered blow there — each robot was destroyed before it could get close.
But it wasn't just about taking out machines. I noticed some candidates struggling to defend themselves, stumbling, or exhausted. I paused to help.
"Hey, be careful in that spot ! That bot shoots projectiles !" I warned a group that almost got hit.
"Thanks !" they replied, relieved.
I helped pull a trapped candidate out from between two smaller bots, using my flight to lift him away from danger.
Suddenly, a metallic sound echoed across the field. A heavy crash made the ground shake.
Everyone turned to see the massive "zero-point" robot — over five meters tall — entering the field.
The other candidates backed away, afraid.
"Are you kidding me ?" one murmured, already backing off.
"No one wants to face that alone," said another, trembling.
I didn't hesitate.
I focused my heat vision, feeling warmth build behind my eyes. The zero-point charged at me, mechanical arms reaching out.
At the right moment, I unleashed a powerful beam, slicing the robot in half with an intense flash.
The robot collapsed, pieces falling and sparking.
A heavy silence fell over the field.
Then, murmurs of awe began to rise.
The candidates stared, stunned.
Mirio appeared beside me, grinning.
"Wow, you don't mess around ! Destroying the zero-point like that ? That's another level !"
I smiled, a bit modestly.
"It's not about showing strength. It's about keeping everyone safe. If I can do that, I will."
[U.A. MONITORING ROOM – DURING THE PRACTICAL TEST]
The room was quiet, except for the sounds of keyboards and live broadcasts from dozens of monitors. U.A. teachers and examiners watched the candidates with sharp attention.
Principal Nezu sat calmly in his elevated chair, sipping tea. Aizawa stood with arms crossed, eyes sharp. Present Mic and Midnight took turns commenting, while Cementoss took detailed notes.
"That boy… in zone 7," Aizawa pointed, narrowing his eyes. "Silver hair. His movement control is insane. Anyone know him ?"
"His name's Revan. Foreign. Recently registered in the system, but no public record," said Midnight, scrolling through a tablet. "Finished the written test in under ten minutes. Smart, apparently homeschooled. Zero record of Quirk misuse."
"And no agency or mentor listed. Interesting," Nezu murmured, stirring his tea. "He's choosing the regular path despite being… clearly unusual."
On screen, Revan flew between smaller robots, taking them down with direct, precise blows — never damaging the surroundings. Instead of crushing everything with brute force, he seemed to find each machine's weak spot.
But what really caught their attention was his attitude.
While others rushed for points, Revan stopped to help fallen candidates, guided others to safer zones, even carried an injured student away from a bot's path.
"He's holding back. But he has more than enough power," Aizawa noted. "He's thinking like a real hero."
"He's doing what we try to teach in the first few months," Cementoss added.
"Teamwork, life-first mindset, preserving structures. And he hasn't even trained here yet."
On another screen, Mirio also stood out — full of energy, phasing through the ground and dismantling bots with flawless technique.
"Togata continues to shine," Present Mic said. "But that kid… there's something different about him."
Then, the ground shook.
The massive zero-point bot entered the field.
The cameras focused on the giant robot as teachers watched how students
reacted. Most backed off immediately.
But Revan stood firm.
"What's he doing ?" Midnight murmured, leaning in.
Revan looked up, blue eyes glowing with resolve. Without hesitation, he took position and unleashed his heat vision with focused intensity.
The beam sliced the bot cleanly in half. The two halves crashed down, dust rising.
Silence. Even in the control room.
"Was that… heat vision ?" Present Mic asked in disbelief. "That beam cut the zero-point like paper !"
"And that's all he used," Aizawa added, eyes narrowing. "Absolute control. Not a single wasted movement."
"He could've shown off. But he acted fast, efficiently… and subtly," said Nezu, eyes glinting with interest. "He knows exactly what he can do. More importantly, he knows when — and why — to do it."
All eyes were now locked on Revan on the screens.
Down below, the other candidates stood frozen, staring at the silver-haired boy landing softly among the wreckage.
"I want him in a classroom," Aizawa murmured. "And I want to know where he really came from."
Nezu smiled slightly.
"We'll have time for that. For now… let's make sure he has a place here. U.A. needs heroes like him."