The Harbinger (My Hero Academia OC)

Chapter 1

"Why do you look so nervous?" Yuga asked Jack. "People don't get killed in the Business course – or worse, expelled. I have Aizawa-sensei for homeroom. I read online that he actually expelled his entire class last year. I'm going to die!"

"Don't be so melodramatic," Jack replied, turning from the giant H structure that dominated the entrance to UA High School. "You did well in the Entrance Exam. You have a good quirk and you've been practicing. Why wouldn't you do well in class?"

"Maybe they might not like the French. Not everyone has such exquisite taste as mine." The blond boy brushed his long locks back, popped a hip, and struck a pose.

"Is it homophobic if I call you a Drama Queen?" Jack shot back.

"I'd say so. It might be accurate, but it's definitely homophobic."

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll be sure not to say that." Jack smiled.

"See that you don't."

"Ready to go in now?" Jack asked more seriously, throwing his arm around the shorter boy's shoulder.

"Cold hands, mon ami," Yuga shivered when Jack's golden metallic skin brushed his cheek.

"My hands are not cold. Just because they're metal ..."

"It's my delicate skin, and I say they're cold."

Jack momentarily considered raising the temperature of his hand fifty degrees or so, then seeing what his semi-step-brother thought, but decided against it. No need to risk hurting him in response to a simple tease. "Come on. We don't want to be late on the first day."

"Jacque, why are we doing this to ourselves?" Yuga asked, one hand clutching the other boy's jacket, his low voice almost cracking. "Kagayaku-san pushed my parents into making me try out for the Hero course at UA in some sick scheme to prove that I'm worthy of his blood. I don't really know that I even want to be here and certainly not just to make him proud. And you ... you're doing the Business course when you're obviously more suited to the Hero course, all in hopes of gaining the old man's attention because you're following in his soulless corporate footsteps. We should both just leave. If we go away, he'll be out of our lives and we can ..."

"We can what?" Jack pressed; his tone skeptical.

"I don't know," Yuga admitted. "Do something else?"

"We're fifteen in a world where teenagers don't have a lot of choices other than following the straight and narrow or embracing a life of delinquency and dissolution. I really don't see gang tats working for you, or me for that matter." Jack shrugged, his metallic skin glinting gold in the morning sun. "This is where we are. We should make the best of it."

"Can we at least look for better options?" Yuga pleaded.

"Always," Jack agreed.

Once inside, Jack accompanied the blond boy to the giant door of room 1-A. "Good luck," he said.

"You too." Yuga paused before opening the door. He took a deep breath then slammed the door open, striking a flamboyant pose "Bonjour! Je suis là!"

Jack shook his head and turned down the hall towards Class 1-J. He opened the door to find the room almost full. He took the last seat. Just as the bell rang rushed through the door, slamming it behind him. He glanced around then started growling.

"Take your seat please. It is time to start class," commanded Morita-sensei.

The large boy just glared at her.

"If you don't take a seat, I'll have to ask you to leave. It would be a shame to make such an effort to come all the way to Japan for your schooling, only to be expelled on the first day, eh Motin-kun?" The teacher's tone was flat, almost inflectionless. Jack wondered if she had a particular dislike for this boy or if she were just generally cold.