[My House – Quiet Morning, Days After the Exam]
The wind blew steadily outside, weaving between the buildings of Tokyo. In here, everything was calculated silence. The house's fortification protected me… but also isolated me. Since I arrived, I've tried to fill the emptiness with training, reading, or simply watching the sky.
Then, the intercom rang.
I opened the security door. On the ground sat a black box with U.A.'s seal gleaming in gold. My heart sped up a little. I picked it up carefully and took it to the table.
Inside, I found a metallic disc with glowing blue inscriptions and a letter with my name: "Revan."
I touched the center of the disc, and a hologram projected into the air — the animated image of Principal Nezu, with that strange charisma of a wise and eccentric creature.
"Revan !" he said, his voice breaking the silence of the room. "This is your official acceptance notice to U.A. High School. Congratulations on achieving the highest score among all this year's applicants !"
On the screen, the data appeared:
Score: 122 total points
Class: 1-A
"Your performance on both the written and practical exams was... simply extraordinary. Your compassion in helping others, combined with your raw strength and control, deeply impressed us. We'll see you soon !" And with a cheerful wave, the hologram faded.
I stared at the disc still glowing on the table.
Class 1-A. First place. I'm in.
I recorded a short message for my parents:
"I got in. First place. I love you."
[First Day at U.A. – Main Gates]
Seeing U.A. up close is nothing like the broadcasts, images, or simulations. It's imposing, structured... and alive.
Students of all kinds crowded the courtyard, anxious, nervous, some clearly trying to hide it behind smiles, and a few looking at me and whispering. I still need to get used to that.
I don't look bad. The combination of my mother and father worked out pretty well for me.
My uniform was spotless, perfectly fitted, and even with my silver hair and bright eyes that drew attention, I didn't feel out of place. Not here.
I crossed the gate with confident steps, climbing the main staircase.
"KNEW YOU'D END UP IN 1-A !"
I looked to the side and smiled. Mirio Togata, with that ever-present sparkle in his eyes, came over with his arms wide open. I received a brief, strong hug, laughing with the ease of someone already familiar with his energy.
"And so did you. It never even crossed my mind that you wouldn't."
"What excites me the most is that we're going to study together now! And guess what? I already made two more friends!"
"Already ?"
He pointed behind him, and two figures approached. The first, a girl with light blue hair and curious eyes, came almost bouncing.
"HIIII ! You're the famous Revan, right ? The one with the laser eyes ?! I REALLY wanted to meet you !" She spoke fast, smiling even faster. "I'm Nejire ! Nejire Hado ! Can I touch your hair ? It looks like it's made of snow !"
"Nice to meet you…" I tried to say between her sentences.
"And this here..." Mirio placed a hand on the shoulder of the third person, "is Tamaki. He's kind of… you'll see."
Tamaki averted his gaze immediately, murmuring in almost a whisper:
"Y-you… were amazing on the test. Really strong…"
"Thank you, Tamaki. I'm glad we're in the same class."
He nodded timidly. It was clear that he forced himself to socialize — and that took a different kind of courage.
"Looks like class 1-A is going to be lively," I commented, glancing down the halls. "Do you know who the homeroom teacher is ?"
"I just heard rumors… some guy named Aizawa. They say he's grumpy and sleeps on the floor."
"That's... specific."
"Welcome to U.A.," said Mirio, smiling. "Now it really begins."
I looked around the entrance — the clean, high-tech architecture, the young people carrying dreams on their backs, some trembling with fear, others hungry for challenge.
Classroom 1-A was spacious and filled with a fresh, new energy — the kind that only the beginning of something big can bring. I sat near the window, watching the typical gray Tokyo sky that day.
Mirio was right beside me, wearing that wide smile that seemed to affect even the shyest students.
Nejire was chatting energetically with others nearby, while Tamaki remained more reserved, but always observant.
Then the door creaked open.
A man with a tired appearance, deep eye bags, and messy hair wrapped in a sleeping bag stepped in.
"You took too long," he said, voice firm and gaze piercing. "I'm Shota Aizawa, homeroom teacher for Class 1-A."
He looked at us with bored eyes, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"We're skipping introductions. Quirk assessment test. Training uniforms. Evaluation field. Ten minutes to get there. Anyone late is out."
"BUT TEACHER !" someone protested, but Aizawa had already turned his back.
Direct and no-nonsense. I like that.