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Opening 1 - The Day - Cover by NateWantsToBattle

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3rd Person POV Following: Mizuko Amachi

Her hair flowed around her face, her baby blue eyes meeting hers in the mirror, her small hands reaching up towards her face. She slapped her face, small red marks left on her cheeks. A grin spread on her face. Tears filing in her eyes. But she stopped them from falling. Wiping them away with one quick flick of her fingers. Her eyes not red and puffy yet.

"It really isn't a dream..."

Her eyes closed in happiness, her hands next to her cheeks, her hair rippling with excitement. She jump up and down.

"I'M GOING TO UA! I'M GOING TO UA!"

She spun around happily, her hands up in the air. "IT'S NOT A DREAM! IT'S NOT A DREAM!" Her white pearly teeth were in view. She quickly raced over to the window of her apartment, the bright blue of the sky, mixed with the soft white of the clouds, it was intoxicating to her. She always loved nature, so many different colors. The greens, the reds, the blues, all the lovely colors. She closed the curtains to the windows. Stopping herself from losing herself to the colors.

She quickly started tearing through a package she received, finding a uniform. She slipped on the uniform, her baby blue eyes as wide as possible, all the lights in her small apartment up to maximum brightness, she spun around in front of her mirror. Her hair started drooping falling longer than it was before, not a tidal rushing through the sea of her hair. Her mouth twisted into a frown as she gripped the bottom of her skirt. "It's kinda short..." She trailed off her voice, giving a sigh. "Well... I should ask someone for a change..."

Her hair instantly lifted as she brightened up. "But I'm still going to UA!" Tears freely flowed now. Flowing down her cheeks like small waterfalls. Only making her hair grow. "Mom, you'd be so proud wouldn't you..."

She glanced up at the mirror again, one more time before she'd start heading to her new school. Her eyes were red, but not yet puffy.

She was Mizuko Amachi, daughter of two Pro-hero wannabes. Well sorta. That was most of the reason she wanted to go to UA, other than wanting to help others of course. But then again, to her, being a villian didn't sound thaaaaat bad.

Mizuko brushed aside all of her feelings of discomfort, and sorrow, allowing a true happy smile spread across her face. She swung a blue backpack over her shoulder, allowing the water resistant fabric of the backpack to pass through the room temperature water she had for hair. Sliding both of her arms through the straps connecting the backpack. She slipped on matching shoes, leaving behind the slippers she had for walking around her apartment. The slippers perfectly matched her outfit. She stuffed her keys into one of the pockets of her backpack.

Finally, the ambitious teen flung open the door, before pausing for a good minute and looking at her shoes, making sure she didn't leave anything. When she concluded that she hadn't left anything. She shut the door behind her, trying not to wake up any of the drunken bums that may have had to many beers before passing out in the same complex as her.

With the gut feeling that today was going to be fine, she started her walk to the school that so many people yearned to be apart of. Then again, why was she willingly going to school. Maybe it was so if she died, she wouldn't fade away into darkness with no one to remember her. She hated darkness. She always wanted to be in the light. Shaking her head, getting rid of the thoughts that consumed her mind. She tried to look on the brighter side of life-- oh god how she hated that song that went like that. At the young age of 4 she had taken a drama class that they sang that. Oof if they saw how far she's come as an actor, they'd be so disappointed.

They best thing she could think of at the time was; She passed and got into UA. Despite knowing she probably squeezed by, not that the written part helped. She probably got just a passing grade. Then of course for the robot thingy that they had her take. She counted and she almost got forty. Then again, she hadn't seen the top ten people. But she had a feeling she was at least in the top 100.

After she submitted her costume design, she walked into the building, remembering her class as 1-A she walked blankly down various numbers of halls, all sleek and well cleaned, almost as though no one had step foot before she was there. But Mizuko had a feeling that that assumption was false, due to the same high school being used for years, not to mention, once she got to a tall door, that was either for people with over sized quirks, or just another way for UA to flaunt their money.

Mizuko stood for a good minute pulling at the door her way, and pushing the door. When a tap came to her shoulder. Her foot was up against the door trying to open it. She turned her head, for her baby blue orbs to meet round green orbs. "I-uh... maybe slide the door open?" Mizuko stared blankly at the boy only a little shorter than her. She blinked, once. Then twice. Before a her confused and dumbstruck face spread into a warm smile. "That's a great idea! You're probably right!" Mizuko cheerfully exclaimed before taking her leg off of the door and sliding to the side. Only to hear the yelling that the large metal blue and red door somehow barricaded.

A dark indigo hared male with glasses was shouting at another, who what spiky blonde hair and red eyes, he was slumped down in his hair, with this smug ass look on his face, trying to intimidate the other dude.

The boy next to Mizuko visibly paled just staring at the two.

"Take your feet off of that desk now!"

The man with the glasses shouted, in an authoritative tone that would make puppies beg for their life. However the dude with his feet on his desk was not a puppy, and was doing the exact opposite, he just simply gave 'huuuuuh' in a douche bag tone of voice, showing that he didn't care one bit for whatever the fuck this other dude was saying.

"It's only the first day and you're already disrespecting the property of UA you cretin!" The man reasoned, to which Mizuko shrugged, looking over to the freckled boy next to her. Looking back and forth, between the two, green orbs, red orbs, green orbs, red orbs. Of course the man who had his feet on the desk quickly told the man with the glasses with a snarky remark, damn if I could punch him in the face, I'd do it more than once, truth be told. Either way this isn't about me, so Mizuko looked back at the man in the seat once he started to talk.

"You're kidding me right? You're old school shoved a stick up your ass or somethin', or were ya born with it." The boy by Mizuko's side deadpanned. But his face said it all, it was the norm for many people in this fandom, in this world, in any world, hell, even for hell. It was the 'Kill me now' face, that Mizuko instantly recognized. "Heyo' dude you alright?" Mizuko questioned, not walking toward the scene yet, not wanting to be spotted straight away. But then again, who the fuck would lock eyes to hair with a girl with water hair. I know I would, thats exactly what happened with half of the people in the room. Not the ones who were arguing of course, that's to cliche even for me. I mean c'mon Mizuko, I know you have like really low intellect, ha like me, but c'mon getta hoodie or something.

The man in the glasses looked shocked that he was using such violent words, like dammit Ka- of fuck wait. So the dude with the glasses was taken back by how straight forward he was (like look at yourself dweeb), and placed a hand over his heart, his other hand gesturing random things he was talking about. "Lets start over, I am Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy," Iida- well who the fuck cares for last names, and being respectful and shit. Tenya spoke passionately, desire- okay that makes him sound gay for Bakug-

Tenya spoke, in a calm demeanor. "Somei, Huh?" The spiky haired porcupine dood snarled in an obnoxious tone. If there was one word to describe his face as he shifted forward, stating to talk about how Tenya must think he's better than him, with the threatening tone of his voice. He'd totally be a constipated fellow. Tenya backed off, raising one of his elbows up in defense, gasping for air. "You would threaten me?!" His voice was full of shock. Not to mention his eyes were as wide as saucers. "You're own classmate!" He raised he voice even more.

"Are you sure you're in the right place?"

Mizuko simply couldn't just stand around any longer, and she reaaaaalllyyy wanted to say something, so she did. "Yeah, I mean your attitude truly shows that you don't care for another person who will be close to you soon enough, but would that make you want to help strangers in harms way?"

Tenya blinked, directing his gaze over to Mizuko. "The lady has a fair point." He spoke, since it was obvious that Mizuko was siding with him. "Oh and it's you, from the practical exams." The man who had his feet up on the desk didn't seem to say anything as Tenya started lightly jogging toward the two people awkwardly standing right next to the door, because they had no other fucking idea what the hell to do.

The curly green haired male started freaking out, his cheeks turning a bright red putting his hands up in defense. "I'm Izuku Midoriya... It's super nice to meet you." He spoke, his voice wavering but calming down. Tenya shifted his gaze to the other student, who was much less nervous. "And I'm Mizuko Amachi, great to make your acquaintance!" The female with water hair chirped happily. Tenya nodded, and started to converse with Izuku, so while he was distracted Mizuko bolted to the back of the class, tripping over her desk and falling on the floor behind it, before popping up in her seat.

Mizuko blinked dumbfounded as Tenya looked shamefully to the side, shadows covering his face, and Izuku had no fucking clue what the actual hell was going on. Soon another voice chimed into the conversation from just outside the door.

A young lady with brown eyes, and hair that seemed to kind of defy gravity moved into the picture, but I mean like hey, Mizuko's hair is literally fucking water. So we shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Hey I remember that hair! It's you! Falling boy!" The new female blabbered on about whatever, and Izuku looked lost in thought about her. She did a few motions, about what happened in the practical exams, jumping up and down, swinging her fist around-- "Oh uh hey yeah- Oh my gosh..." Izuku's face was beet red, and he covered his eyes with his hand. Quite a comparison in tones. "So uh I should probably be thanking you for going in and talking to him..."

The female stopped her gestures for a moment, and just started, "Huh? How'd you know about that?"

"Oh-I-Um-Whaat?"

Izuku zoned out for a good minute.

Which left Mizuko to mutter under her breath in confusion and curiosity. "What the hell is going on here." The rest of the class was sitting in their seats, staring off into the uncaring void, as if they just saw the light for the first time. Mizuko was starting to think that they had a concussion, or that she'd need to crack out the pop corn. Until someone next to her broke the silence and pointed at them. "Do you know whats going on?" A female voice said, Mizuko stole a glance, pure onyx orbs stared back at her. Long sea green hair that was partly tied into a bow. "Not one clue, mostly because I literally just met them." Mizuko told her, shrugging it off, as having no clue.

The green haired girl just nodded her head. Before sticking out her hand, which Mizuko accepted, shaking her hand. "I'm Asui Tsuyu-" Asui was about to say more before Mizuko cut her off. "Nice to meet you Asui! I'm Mizuko Amachi, if you didn't already know!" Yep that's right, Mizuko doesn't give one fuck about respect and calls people straight off the bat, their first name, so now Midoriya, for Izuku. He's just fucking Izuku.

Asui blinked, "I was going to say, you can call me Tsu, but I guess Asui can work." Mizuko responded with a bright smile. "Sorry! I just think that it'd get a little confusing calling everyone by their last name, so just go straight away with their first name." Asui nodded once more. "Anyway, I hope we can be friends!" Glancing back at the three who were standing up, the female with brown was now blabbering on about another thing. "So, what do you think we're going to do today! Y'know besides orientation! I wonder what our teachers are like! I can't wait to meet everybody!"

Izuku had a very weird position, his arms were all over the place, kind of covering his face. As he looked at the class, with this half grin, his face redder than Kushina's hair- Oh sorry wrong fandom-- His face redder than any pepper you could have ever seen in your life. From behind the female it came, as Izuku took a step back in shock. "If you're here to just make friends, you can pack up your stuff and leave." The voice sounded so dead inside I couldn't find a way to describe it even if I tried. Soulless, cold, insensitive, all those words couldn't even fathom this heartless tone.

The female slowly turned around, looking at the man on the floor in a yellow sleeping bag, stubble on his face, bags under his eyes and his long hair leaking out of the cocoon he was in. "Welcome to UA's hero course." The man on the ground partially unzipped his sleeping bag, to eat the last bit of one of those gusher things. The three deadpanned in horror, while Mizuko was leaning trying to get a good look at the thing.

The thing somehow managed to stand up, before continuing to speak in his usual dead tone. "It took eight seconds, before you all shut up." He spoke, getting out of the sleeping bag to reveal somewhat normal clothing. Pushing down the yellow sleeping bag he spoke once more, "That's not going to work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that."

Izuku gasped, his eyes widening as the man stepped into the classroom.

He turned his head to the rest of the class, his tired obsidian eyes startling everyone, once they found out who he was.

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

Everyone gasped in shock, Mizuko nearly fell out of her chair, though she was somewhat expecting this.

Aizawa-Sensei started digging through his sleeping... bag. He pulled out a mainly blue, gym uniform.

"Put these on and head outside."

Everyone blinked in confusion.

---Some-time-later---

Ost 1 - "Extend Ash" - Uploaded by Phoenix Kappashiro

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Everyone was outside, in the gym uniform, at what seemed to be a baseball field.

"A quirk assessment?" Mizuko tilted her head in confusion. Trying to make sure she heard the teacher correctly. She was standing in the back row between a spiky red haired dude, and I mean like reeeallllly red, like tomato red, Kushina red, Karui red, it was just straight up fucking red, and a boy with half white hair and half red hair. With also two different colors of eyes, for all the smart people that'd be called, heterochromia eyes, and yes I did google and copy paste the spelling deal with it. Anyway the girl who Izuku was talking to before, known as Ochaco Uraraka, pleaded to Aizawa-Sensei "But Orientation! We're going to miss it!"

But of course, as you could guess Aizawa-Sensei was having none of that, and he didn't give one fuck about nothing. He still had his back to the class as he spoke, "If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." The students were taken aback by the harshness in his tone, pure fucking terror, was what Mizuko felt. Everyone else was shocked, oh fuck no she wasn't having any shock, her pupils were small as fuck, her hair was freezing up, she was shivering, and its not just because the dood with the half-and-half ice quirk was like right there. Goosebumps were all over her skin and no one seemed to notice.

Aizawa-Sensei was unaware to any conditions the students may have, like Mizuko being afraid of such a tone of voice, hell she's afraid of her own shadow, she's scared as it is fucking possible, fearing the darkness and shadows. Well anyway it's for a good reason, but not right now. So anyway Aizawa-Sensei continued speaking, "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions." Aizawa-Sensei took a glance back, not surprised to see most of the students, shocked. But a little taken back to see a certain water haired student shaking in their shoes. But he continued on anyway, figuring it wouldn't be to bad to leave her hanging.

"That means I can run my class however I see fit."

And there, Aizawa-Sensei started to see a forming fear in their eyes of what to come. Which then he turned directly at them. Not blinking. "You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives." He held up his phone, blue kanji lighting up the screen, "But you've never been aloud to use your quirks in physical exams before."

He continued on.

"The country is still trying to pretend we were all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn."

In his normal posture, slumping backwards a little, he called on the student who scored the most in the entrance exams. "Bakugo." He spoke to the student, "You're the one who scored the most points in the entrance exams." Katsuki Bakugo, the dude with the spiky hair and red eyes. "How far could you throw a softball?" Katsuki paused for a minute, looking to the ground, thinking. "67 meters I think..." Holy fuck this guy is a fucking power house. Aizawa nodded, and stepped aside. "Right, now try doing it with your quirk."

Katsuki stood inside a circle made out of a white lining material, showing the direction he was to throw the softball in. "Anything goes just stay in the circle." Aizawa explained, to Katsuki. Katsuki glanced back, looking over at the faces of the crowd. Before turning around and starting to stretch his arms. "Go on your wasting our time."

Katsuki raised his arms over his head, the softball clasped in between his hands, as stern expression gracing his face. Before all the coolness he built shattered into a million pieces. This crazed look in his eyes, boiling over with anger. The clay bird exploding. When you just finished getting rid of a fly, then another appears and your to busy working on a fanfiction that you've already been working on for days, and then one of your friends asks you to complete a chapter of a fanfiction, or when school starting up soon and your dying of whhhyyy meeee....

Sorry went on a little tangent there. Alright so, with an expression of pure anger, Katsuki threw the ball, while screaming at the top of his lungs. His explosion quirk, activating and throwing the ball farther than thought possible. Amidst of Katsuki yelling "DIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" At the top of his lungs, and all the students, and the teacher, looking shocked, one of the people next to Mizuko reached out, and with their hand, they put their hand into her room temperature hair.

Ending 1 - "Shinkai Shoujo" - Cover by Lizz Robinett

https://youtu.be/j0pWTJ20szY