The day had finally come.
U.A. High School. The top hero academy in Japan.
And somehow, I, a reincarnated nobody with a bird fruit and a band of wannabe villains, was standing at its gates.
I took a deep breath, adjusting the standard-issue U.A. uniform. It fit weirdly well considering my luck so far.
"Okay… just act normal."
I wasn't here to cause trouble. I wasn't here to spy.
I was here to get stronger, master my powers, and maybe—just maybe—stop my followers from plotting actual crimes behind my back.
I passed through the massive doors and made my way to Class 1-A.
A hero class.
I'd actually made it.
Inside, students were already gathering. A familiar face from Aldera Junior High. Bakugo Katsuki, who was currently leaning against a desk like he owned the place, glaring at anyone who so much as breathed too loudly.
I immediately avoided eye contact.
Last thing I needed was to trigger that guy before homeroom.
I picked an empty seat toward the back.
Around me, conversations buzzed.
"Did you hear that some kid destroyed like 60 points worth of bots?"
"I heard another guy saved a bunch of students during the test!"
"U.A.'s full of monsters…"
I nervously fiddled with the edge of my desk.
Not long after, a green-haired kid entered, looking like a bundle of nerves held together by sheer panic.
Midoriya Izuku.
I recognized him instantly.
I gave him a small wave, but he didn't seem to notice, too busy hyperventilating.
Typical.
Suddenly, the sliding door opened again and a tall, serious-looking boy with glasses marched in.
"It is highly inappropriate to place your feet on the desk!"
Everyone turned as he scolded Bakugo, who predictably growled back.
I sighed.
"Already starting, huh…"
This class was gonna be exhausting.
Then, a girl with short brown hair entered next, smiling cheerfully.
"Good morning!"
It was honestly like watching a live-action remake of the show.
Only this time, I was an extra somehow promoted to main cast without auditioning.
Suddenly, a voice came from the front of the room.
"If you're here to make friends, then you can leave now."
Everyone fell silent.
A man in a sleeping bag — correction, a pro hero in a sleeping bag — stood up, his scruffy hair a mess.
"I'm Aizawa Shota. Your homeroom teacher."
The tension in the room doubled.
I shrank a little in my seat.
"Put on these gym uniforms and meet me outside. We're doing a Quirk Apprehension Test."
Wait.
Already?
No introduction speeches? No icebreakers?
Man, U.A. really didn't mess around.
As we left for the locker rooms, Bakugo shot me a glare.
"Tch. I knew you'd weasel your way in here, freak."
I raised a hand weakly.
"Good to see you too, buddy."
He cracked his knuckles.
I made a mental note to keep at least a ten-meter distance from him at all times.
The locker room was loud with the typical "who's got what quirk" chatter.
I kept quiet, letting them assume whatever about me.
Nobody needed to know about my Devil Fruit powers.
As far as they were concerned, I had some "mystical healing blue fire quirk."
Simple.
Safe.
Mostly legal.
Outside on the field, Aizawa laid out the rules for the Quirk Apprehension Test.
I stretched, already dreading the upcoming physical humiliation.
Still, a part of me was excited.
A chance to see what I could do. To test myself against future heroes.
To be more than just the "boss" of a small-time villain group I never asked for.
Yeah.
Maybe this U.A. thing wouldn't be so bad.