|| First Day of U.A. ||
In the entryway, Izumi finishes tying the tie on his uniform while their mother adjusts the collar on Ayaka's. Their father stands nearby with his arms crossed—his right arm a cybernetic replacement from the battle that cost him the original—trying not to look too emotional.
Aoi smooths Ayaka's collar one last time, then steps back.
Ayaka does a small spin.
"How do I look?"
Aoi smiles. "Like you're ready to take over the world."
Ayaka flashes a smug grin before turning to her father.
Jin adds, "Both of you—make a good impression. Izumi, try to be more approachable, and keep an eye on your sister. I don't want a complaint on the first day of school."
Then his tone softens. "And enjoy yourselves. It's a new chapter."
Izumi nods.
Ayaka makes a face. "What do you mean ke—"
She gets cut off as Izumi grabs her by the back of her collar and starts dragging her toward the door.
"We'll be back by evening," he says.
Ayaka squirms for a moment, then gives up and lets him pull her along, her body floating a few centimetres above the floor.
Once they step outside, she twists back toward their parents and waves enthusiastically, a bright smile lighting up her face.
"We'll see you in the evening! Love ya!"
The door slides shut immediately—Ayaka's Quirk giving it a firm, automatic push the moment she finishes speaking.
Silence settles over the front landing of the mansion for a few seconds as Aoi and Jin stand side by side, gazing at the closed door.
The backs of their hands brush faintly.
Aoi keeps her eyes on the door a moment longer… then tilts her head, her voice low, almost a whisper.
"Jin," she murmurs, "we finally have the house to ourselves."
She turns to him.
Jin quietly offers his arm.
Aoi takes it without hesitation.
They turn away from the entrance and begin walking deeper into the mansion, their steps slow, measured—the soft echoes trailing behind them across the polished floors.
***
Ayaka leans forward from her seat, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Three weeks went so fast! I wonder what our classmates will be like. I hope they're fun."
Izumi looks out the window. "I think you'll fit right in."
Ayaka turns around to stare at him.
"How do you know that? Have you met anybody else apart from that guy you were training with?"
"Not really," Izumi replies. "But I mean—your best friend is there. And I'm fairly certain there'll be other students you can hit it off with. It's U.A., after all. They accept a wide variety of students."
Kaito's eyes meet theirs briefly through the rear-view mirror.
"You'll do great. U.A. is lucky to have students like you."
Ayaka beams. "Thank you, Mr. Kaito!"
Izumi nods. "We appreciate the ride."
Kaito chuckles softly. "It's my job, Young Master."
The rest of the ride goes smoothly, with Ayaka talking nonstop about all the things she wants to do at U.A.—clubs, friends, goals, future battles, everything.
They arrive fifteen minutes early, as planned.
Kaito parks near the front gate and steps out to open the door.
Ayaka takes a deep breath. "Okay. Let's go. Bye, Mr. Kaito!"
Izumi adjusts his bag and turns slightly to wave.
"Bye. We'll take a cab on the way back—you don't need to come pick us up."
Kaito touches the brim of his cap in a polite gesture of acknowledgment.
"As you wish. Have a great first day."
Izumi turns his attention forward.
The twins walk side by side through the main courtyard. Students are scattered around in small groups—some chatting nervously, some standing stiffly, others trying to look confident. A few heads turn as the Adachi siblings pass, curiosity flickering across their faces.
They enter the main building and follow the guidance signs and the map they memorized beforehand. After a short walk through the long corridors, they reach their destination and stop in front of the classroom door.
[1-A]
Both stare at the enormous door.
'Let's see what changes our presence has made to the story', Izumi thinks.
Ayaka glances at him. "You're thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you, brother?"
"Yes. This door is too big."
"Tooooo big!" Ayaka declares as she grabs the handle and slides it open with dramatic force.
Izumi shakes his head, resigned to her antics, and steps in behind her.
"Hello everyone!" Ayaka announces brightly as she walks inside.
Conversations stop. Every student in the room turns toward them.
Izumi moves to stand beside her, offering a polite nod. "Hello there."
Ayaka clasps her hands together. "It's nice to meet you, everyone! My name is Ayaka, and this here is my brother Izumi. We look forward to studying with all of you!"
She flashes a bright smile. Izumi adds a small wave, his expression calm but friendly.
The class stays quiet for a second after Ayaka's introduction.
Then the moment shatters as a pink blur launches forward.
"OH. MY. GOD!" Mina Ashido skids to a stop in front of Ayaka and grabs both her hands. "You're so pretty! Are you two twins?! This is so cool!"
Ayaka instantly mirrors her energy, leaning in with a grin.
"Yep! Ayaka and Izumi Adachi—nice to meet you!"
Mina gasps dramatically. "Ayakaaa, I love your hair! And your vibe! And—wait—are you the ones Yaoyorozu mentioned?! The super fancy siblings?!"
Ayaka brightens. "Probably! Momo already talked about us?"
Before Mina can explode again, a few other girls drift over, curiosity pulling them in.
Jiro crosses her arms, nodding in approval.
"Your intro was smooth. Loud, but smooth. The name's Kyoka Jiro."
Ayaka grins. "Thank you! I like your headphones."
Jiro smirks. "Good taste."
Hagakure waves both hands—even though only her gloves are visible.
"Hi!! I'm Toru! Toru Hagakure! I already like you! You have main-character energy!"
Ayaka giggles. "Thank you! I like your… gloves."
Toru sparkles. "They're designer!"
Tsuyu wanders over quietly.
"Ribbit. You seem energetic. I'm Asui Tsuyu but call me Tsu."
Ayaka nods happily. "Nice to meet you, Tsu!"
While Ayaka is instantly absorbed into the group of girls, Izumi casually slips around them toward his seat. He sets his bag down beside the desk, scanning the room.
'Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Ojiro, Mineta… none of them are here.
Judging from the chairs, I guess we won't be seeing Ojiro and Mineta. At least there's some benefit to my existence in this worl—'
His thoughts pause as a tall young man approaches with purposeful steps.
"Hello," the student says, posture perfectly straight. "My name is Tenya Iida." He offers a hand, firm and formal.
Izumi takes it without hesitation. "Izumi. Nice to meet you."
Tenya nods sharply. "Your introduction was exemplary! Clear, concise, confident. I look forward to working with you. I believe first impressions are deeply important for building strong classroom unity!"
Izumi smiles politely. "I'll keep that in mind."
Behind Tenya, Kirishima steps up with an easy grin.
"Yo! I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Your sister's got spirit—super manly. You seem cool too."
Izumi nods. "Likewise."
Sero waves lazily. "Hey man, nice to have you both. Name's Hanta Sero"
Kaminari gives a thumbs-up. "Anyone who walks in looking that composed on day one? Respect."
Ayaka's loud laugh from across the room makes them glance over.
"Yeah," Izumi chuckles. "Composed."
After five minutes of introductions, everyone slowly returns to their seats.
Izumi settles into his spot on the far left row, directly in front of Yaoyorozu. The two seats in front of him remain empty. He offers a small wave to Toru, who excitedly waves back before turning to chat with Jiro.
Izumi pivots slightly toward Momo.
"How's the development plan going, Momo?"
She leans forward in her seat.
"They sent over a few prototypes yesterday. I haven't tested them yet, but based on their composition reports, they seem promising. I believe they're close to a breakthrough."
Izumi smiles, genuinely pleased.
"That's good news. If it works the way they intend, it'll help you immensely."
Momo nods. "Yes. I'll know for certain once I conduct the tests." She hesitates for a moment, then speaks gently. "If you're free this evening… perhaps we can go through them together. It has been a month since our last joint training session."
"That's fine," Izumi replies. "I'll come by. Ayaka's also been dying to show you her new move."
Momo exhales a soft, resigned-but-fond sigh and smiles back at him.
"Yes, I've heard about it. Constantly. I suppose I'll finally get to see it."
Before Izumi can respond, the classroom door slams open.
A blond kid with spiky hair stomps inside like he owns the place.
Bakugo doesn't look at anyone. Doesn't greet anyone. Doesn't pause.
He walks straight to his seat, drops into it, and throws his feet up on the desk.
A moment later, Tenya marches straight up to Bakugo, stiff posture and all.
He gestures sharply at the desk. "Don't put yout feet on the desk! That is extremely disrespectful to the U.A. upperclassmen—and to the people who crafted the desk!"
Bakugo tilts his head slowly, eyes narrowing in a mocking sneer.
"Hah? What'd you say?"
Tenya doesn't flinch. "I said it's rude—"
Bakugo cuts him off, scoffing. "Nope. Don't care. What junior high did you go to, you side character?"
Tenya stiffens at the insult, but answers his question.
As they are going back and forth, the classroom door slides open halfway.
"Somei?" Bakugo scoffs. "So you're a damn elite, huh? Looks like I'll have fun crushing you."
"Crushing?" Tenya repeats, appalled. "That's cruel! Do you truly aim to be a hero?!"
Before the argument escalates, the door opens fully, grabbing Bakugo and Iida's attention.
Midoriya stands there, frozen in place, eyes wide as he stares at the two of them mid-confrontation.
Tenya turns immediately.
"You're—!"
The room collectively focuses on Midoriya. Twenty sets of eyes land on him at once.
"Oh—uh—" Midoriya fidgets under the pressure, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "…Good morning!"
Tenya walks toward him with his usual stiff, dramatic formality.
"I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is—"
Midoriya quickly raises both hands, waving them.
"I heard! I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida!"
Tenya pauses mid-introduction… then relaxes, lowering his hand.
"…Ah. Understood. Midoriya you realised there was something…"
Izumi watches the exchange calmly.
'I guess some things really don't change.'
He doesn't intervene—just observes the familiar dynamic unfolding in front of him.
Behind Midoriya, a cheerful voice chimes in.
"Oh, I know that curly hair! You're the plain-looking one!"
Midoriya turns around to see Ochako beaming at him.
She continues brightly,
"You passed—just like Present Mic said!"
She bounces forward with her warm energy.
"Of course you did! Your punch was amazing!"
She throws a few playful mock-punches, imitating the moment.
Midoriya flinches as if the praise physically hit him.
"Ah—n-no! I mean, yes! I mean—uh—it wasn't like that—uh—thank you! It was thanks to you going to speak with him directly that I, uh—"
Izumi notes Midoriya practically combusting from fluster alone while Ochako beams on, oblivious. The class watches with mild curiosity—Tenya nodding as if analyzing the conversation, Ayaka grinning as if she's watching a romance drama unfold two meters away.
Their exchange lasts only a moment before a flat voice cuts through the air—
"Go somewhere else if you want to play friends."
The trio jumps. Ochako spins around—and her eyes widen.
A yellow sleeping bag lies on the floor… with a man's tired face sticking out from one end like a disgruntled mole.
"This is the hero course," the mole mutters.
Everyone freezes.
The man slowly pulls an arm out of the sleeping bag and casually drinks from a juice pouch. Then, with the slowest, laziest movements imaginable, he stands and begins unzipping the suit.
"It took eight seconds before you all went quiet," he says, stepping out fully. "Time is limited. You kids are not rational."
Standing now, his appearance becomes clear: grey scarf draped around his neck, dark combat outfit underneath, messy hair half covering eyes that look like they haven't slept in years.
He turns toward the class.
"I'm your homeroom teacher. Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you."
The students collectively freeze in disbelief.
Without waiting, Aizawa reaches back into the sleeping bag and pulls out a U.A.'s blue and white training uniforms.
"It's kind of sudden," he says, in his usual flat tone, "but head to the locker rooms, change into your training gear, and go straight to the field."
The students exchange confused looks, but Aizawa's expression gives no room for questions.
Everyone rises.
They file out of the classroom, still murmuring among themselves, and make their way through the hallways. Ayaka hums excitedly with Mina by her side, while Izumi walks calmly beside Momo and Tenya. Bakugo marches ahead without acknowledging anyone. Midoriya hurries after Iida, who keeps lecturing him about punctual conduct.
They reach the gym.
Inside, the class splits into the boys' and girls' changing rooms.
The sound of locker doors opening echoes through the room as everyone changes into their PE uniforms.
Kaminari tugs at the sleeve of his shirt.
"Man, these things feel looser than I expected."
Kirishima grins as he finishes pulling on his jacket.
"That just means you need to bulk up! Good motivation, right?"
Midoriya quietly checks his uniform twice over, making sure everything is right. Iida adjusts his glasses and nods approvingly.
Izumi changes quickly and neatly, listening to the boys' chatter without adding much to it.
On the opposite end of the building, the girls are dealing with their own chaos.
Ayaka throws on her uniform with practiced ease before turning around to see Mina balancing on one foot as she slips on her shoes.
Momo folds her regular uniform neatly inside her locker, smoothing the last crease before tying her hair up into a tidy ponytail.
"They're standard, but practical," Momo comments, testing the stretch of the fabric. "U.A. puts a lot of care into details. These should handle movement well."
Ayaka nods as she adjusts her sleeves, satisfied with the clean fit.
"They're perfect."
The room settles into a natural rhythm—lockers shutting, quiet chatter rising, the first-day energy humming in every corner.
A few minutes later, the entire class steps out onto the training grounds in full U.A. training gear, ready for whatever their homeroom teacher has planned.
Aizawa is already waiting in the middle of the field, hair drifting slightly in the breeze.
He doesn't smile.
"Alright," he says, "let's begin.
We will have a Quirk Assessment Test," he announces, tone flat as pavement.
"Quirk Assessment Test?!"