Chapter 6: The First Day at U.A.

The sun hung high over Musutafu, casting golden rays over the towering silhouette of U.A. High School—the most prestigious hero academy in Japan. Today marked the beginning of a new journey for many.

Some were hopeful. Others were anxious.

Ryo Kisaragi?

Indifferent.

He had been up since dawn, not out of excitement, but out of routine. Years of training had drilled discipline into him, even when he had nothing to look forward to.

Now, standing at the massive front gates of U.A., hands in his pockets, his crimson-gold eyes flickered across the crowd of students swarming into the campus.

The air buzzed with anticipation. Some students clutched their bags tightly, nerves eating away at them. Others strolled through confidently, flashing their quirks to impress their peers.

Ryo?

Already bored.

Earlier That Morning

Breakfast was a quiet affair. It always was.

Ryo's parents, Daichi and Reina Kisaragi, sat across from him, their gazes unreadable.

His mother, sharp-eyed and calculating as ever, finally spoke. "You'll be surrounded by kids your age now."

Ryo set down his chopsticks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "And?"

His father, broad-shouldered with the same deep crimson eyes, let out a chuckle. "Your mother's saying you should try acting like one."

Reina shot him a look before turning back to Ryo. "U.A. isn't just about strength. It's about connections. Powerful allies. Don't waste this opportunity."

Ryo met her gaze, unwavering. "I won't."

She studied him for a moment before nodding.

His father clapped a hand on his back as he stood. "Good luck, son. Show them what a Kisaragi can do."

A smirk ghosted Ryo's lips. "They won't be able to handle it."

With that, he left the house—stepping into a world that expected greatness from him.

U.A. High School

The campus was massive—far larger than a normal high school. Training grounds, specialized buildings, cutting-edge technology… everything designed to forge the next generation of heroes.

As Ryo walked past the entrance, his sharp ears caught the whispers around him.

"That's the guy who destroyed the Zero-Pointer!""I heard he barely even moved during the test!""Is he really a first-year?!"

Inevitable. Annoying, but inevitable.

A group of students stood off to the side, pointing at him. One—a bulky teen with a metallic exoskeleton—looked especially tense.

"The hell is with this guy?" he muttered. "He barely broke a sweat in the exam."

Beside him, a girl with short violet hair and clawed fingers snickered. "Maybe he's just built different."

Ryo ignored them.

He hadn't come to U.A. to impress.

He came to win.

Class 1-A

The massive sliding door—easily two meters taller than a normal classroom entrance—was the first thing Ryo noticed. Clearly designed for students with larger or unique physiques.

Stepping inside, he was met with a chaotic mix of personalities. Some students were already chatting. Others sat quietly, waiting.

Then—

"EVERYONE, TAKE YOUR SEATS!"

A sharply-dressed boy with short navy-blue hair and glasses stood near the front, chopping the air like a commander rallying his troops.

Tenya Iida.

The class paused, some caught off guard by his intensity.

Then, Iida's gaze locked onto Ryo.

"You!"

Ryo raised an eyebrow. "Me?"

Iida adjusted his glasses. "Yes! Your performance in the entrance exam was exceptional—yet your approach was… unconventional!"

Ryo blinked. "Unconventional?"

Iida nodded, unwavering. "A hero must maintain a level of discipline! Vaporizing the Zero-Pointer was reckless—!"

Ryo walked past him, taking the window seat without a word.

Iida twitched. "H-Hey! I was speaking—!"

Ryo sighed, resting his chin on his hand. "Too early in the morning for this."

A few students stifled their laughter.

A pink-skinned girl with horns grinned from her seat—Mina Ashido.

"Damn, dude, you just brushed him off like a fly."

Iida, flustered but determined, straightened his tie. "I… I see! Then I shall lead by example!"

Ryo exhaled through his nose, half-amused.

Then—

SLAM.

The door swung open.

A scruffy-looking man, wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag, stepped inside.

His tired gaze swept the room.

Shouta Aizawa. Eraserhead.

"So noisy already..." Aizawa muttered.

He barely gave them time to react before continuing.

"Alright. Settle down."

The class immediately quieted.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta." He pulled out a tablet. "We're skipping the orientation."

A student raised a hand. "Wait, what about—?"

"U.A. doesn't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa's gaze was sharp. "If you want to be heroes, show me what you can do."

Murmurs spread through the class.

Ryo's lips curled into a smirk.

Finally. Something interesting.