A symbol of hope, of justice, of everything that makes the world so... predictable. 

My uniform was perfectly tailored, the fabric finer than anything the other students would be wearing, of course. It was a little personal touch—a reminder that no matter how much these kids trained or how powerful their quirks were, there was one thing they'd never surpass: my resources.

As I stepped into the UA building, a few heads turned, whispers already spreading. 

Let them talk. 

They'll soon realize just how different I am.

Class 1-A's door loomed ahead, and with a smirk, I pushed it open, stepping inside to find a room full of future heroes. Katsuki Bakugo, ever the bombastic brute, was already in his usual spot, glaring at anyone who dared to get too close. He noticed me instantly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, but he didn't say a word. 

He knows better than to start something he can't finish.

Ochaco Uraraka was nearby, a stark contrast to Bakugo with her bright eyes and innocent smile. She gave me a polite nod, oblivious to the game already beginning. Still she didn't know that I already knew all about them not only her but every single person in this room. That included the teachers and heroes.

My eyes scanned the room, locking onto the prime seat—the one right by the window, where the light was perfect and the view overlooked the school grounds. The protagonist's seat, some might call it. I simply saw it as the best, and naturally, it had to be mine.

However, the seat was already occupied. Minoru Mineta, the short, lecherous boy with a quirk as pathetic as his morals, was lounging in it, a smug grin on his face.

Of course it's him. 

He'll be the easiest to sway.

I strolled over, ignoring the curious glances from the others, and stopped in front of Mineta.

Me: That's a nice spot you've got there, Mineta. The best in the room, wouldn't you say?

Mineta looked up at me, surprised but clearly pleased with the attention.

Mineta: Yeah, it is! It's got the perfect view of all the girls and—

I cut him off before he could continue his lewd thoughts.

Me: I'm sure it does. But I think it'd suit me better. Don't you agree?

Mineta blinked, confusion flickering across his face. Before he could protest, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash, peeling off a few high-value bills with practiced ease.

Me: Tell you what. You take this, and find yourself another seat. Maybe one where you can, ahem, focus on something more... appropriate.

Mineta's eyes widened, the money gleaming in the light as if it were the answer to all his problems. Without a second thought, he snatched it from my hand, pocketing it greedily.

Mineta: Deal! I'll take a seat in the back, no problem. Enjoy your new spot!

And just like that, the coveted seat was mine. Mineta scrambled away, already counting his newfound riches, and I casually sat down, placing my bag neatly beside me. 

This is how the world works, kids. 

Money talks, and everyone else walks.

A few of the other students watched in stunned silence, clearly not sure what to make of the exchange. I caught Bakugo's glare from across the room, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 

He's always hated it when people get ahead without a fight. 

But he'll learn soon enough—there are more ways to win than just throwing punches.

Ochaco, on the other hand, seemed confused, glancing between me and Mineta with a puzzled expression.

Uraraka: Ahm... did you just pay him for that seat?

I shrugged, leaning back with a satisfied smile.

Me: I like comfort. And I'm willing to pay for it. Besides, it's not like he was using it for anything important.

She didn't seem to know how to respond, her eyes flicking back to Mineta, who was still grinning like an idiot as he sat in the back. The rest of the class seemed to be waiting for something, anything, to break the tension, but before anyone could say another word, the door slid open, and in walked our teacher.

Aizawa Shota, aka Eraser Head, looked as exhausted as the rumors had suggested. His eyes scanned the room lazily, taking in the scene. He glanced at Mineta in the back and then at me in the front, and for a split second, I could've sworn he knew exactly what had happened. But if he did, he didn't comment on it.

Aizawa: Alright, everyone, sit down and shut up. We've got a lot to cover, and I don't have the patience for your nonsense.

The class hurried to their seats, and Aizawa began to explain what was about to happen next... a surprise exam for him to actually throw us out... or let us stay.

As if they needed to hear it. 

Most of these kids have been dreaming about this place for years, never realizing how easily those dreams can be bought and sold.

It's almost sad, really, how much effort they're putting in. 

If only they knew the shortcuts.

Money rules the world.

Not quirks, not status and expecially no hero license.

I'll prove that for sur.