Noriko's POV

The time between me getting the acceptance letter/hologram went by much faster than I expected. When dad found out I got in, he nearly cried, he wouldn't stop smiling and hugging me. It was kind of scary now I look back on it, but whatever, he was my dad.

I spent a good week mulling over what to make my hero suit, I wanted something that looked professional but casual. I never really liked the bright colours, or flashiness of some suits. I ended up just going with something simple, black shorts and a zip up jumper. The people making the suit would make it out of special materials that would help with my quirk. So it may have been looking simple and like normal clothes but really it was helping me.

I could only imagine what U.A. was going to be like, I knew it was a prestigious school that so many people tried to get into, and somehow I was one of those people. I achieved something that younger me would never imagine possible .

To be honest, I was more nervous about the teachers than the students. They were pros, they knew what they were doing. What if one of thought I would be a shit hero and so they wanted me out of the school. I'd seen some interviews of teachers at U.A. and honestly they called seemed so threatening and authoritative. After all, I was just some 15 year old with a quirk and a dream.

Middle school seemed so far away, especially as I stood before the gigantic building that was my new school. The uniform was ok, the skirt was not too long or short and the only thing I didn't really like was the tie. At my middle school they didn't make you wear one, so I never did. Everyone looked so smart, and nervous. The way I've described U.A. and my feelings toward it may make it seem like I was nervous, but I was not, if anything I was excited.

I walked around the large halls looking for my class, 1-A. When I did find it, I was in shock by how big the door was. I guess U.A. had to be prepared for all quirks, which included fucking titans apparently. For the size of the door, it had opened pretty swiftly. The door opened and I got my first glance at my class.

Shit. My immediate response. It didn't look like a hero class, some nerd was like karate chopping the air while some boy with curly green hair looked very scared and awkward. Some blond kid who looked like someone had pissed in their porridge, had his legs up on the desk. To put it simply, it was quite tragic.

Instead of talking to anyone I looked for a place to sit. This was quite important, I wanted to sit somewhere quiet but where I could also join in on the conversation at any point. The back row clearly. But where? I looked at the back for any spare seats, sure enough there was one. As I neared it I looked who I was sat either side of the seat. A girl whose hair rivalled sonic, and deadass a candy cane. The girl looked like she would be talkative, while the boy looked more secluded and to himself. Seemed like the perfect seat. Aiming for the area of the desk, I flung my bag. Landing around 1 foot away from the chair, I decided it was close enough. I took my newly claimed seat.

The class fell eerily silent as what I would call a homeless man entered the classroom. Little did I know this was my new teacher, and someone who I would grow to deeply value.