Cover art by @caydendamnit on discord. When Killua finds himself unexpectedly in the midst of the sports festival and forced to participate, he begins to start craving the adventure and excitement he used to experience. He might've been a lot more p...
Killua muttered to himself, he'd completely forgotten to turn in his hero costume request and he didn't realize until several hours before his first day at U.A started. If I keep it simple it should be easy to get before I need it right? He thought, throwing his U.A uniform on. He'd made a habit of getting up absurdly early in the morning so he could practice his Ren. so it was about 4 am. He hastily grabbed a piece of paper and the closest pencil he could find, quickly sketching out what he wanted. Something sleeveless, maybe some tight fitting pants. Simple shoes. Hmm...perfect! He thought, adding the final details. Snapping a photo and sending it to the email of the support course company.
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That should do the trick. Now I guess I could get some breakfast. Although, nothing was usually open this early. Except maybe Mcdonalds, and breakfast as the only hearty meal Killua forced himself to eat every day. He didn't exactly eat healthy, but Killua was able to skillfully balance his desires with his needs when it came to nutrition. Killua exited his room, making sure to keep quiet. To his surprise however, he wasn't the only one awake. There were dozens of employees doing paperwork and other such important things. I mean I guess that makes sense. It was pretty easy to find food, as there was a cafeteria located on the third floor. It was generally for employees, but they made an exception for him.
Killua made sure to arrive at school earlier rather than later, pushing into class 1-A's classroom about 30 minutes before class started. Aizawa was already there, doing paperwork. The old man paused as Killua walked in, a frown spreading across his lips. "Where's your uniform?" Killua blinked, he'd just thrown on some shorts and a sleeveless top, he'd become pretty fond of wearing them. "Uniforms, really?" He grumbled, letting out a long drawn out sigh. "I was never given one." I hope it's not ugly. Killua thought. Not wanting to be forced to wear something hideous.
His new homeroom teacher rubbed his temples in irritation, muttering something under his breath. "Yes, there are uniforms. Go stop by the support course, they take care of them as well as the hero costumes for students. They should have one in your relative size." Killua glanced around the room at the seating, trying to figure out where exactly he wanted to sit. He sat his bag down at the seat closest to the door, which made the most logical sense. "You can't sit there." Aizawa said gruffly. Killua frowned, glancing at him quizzically. "Why not, I got here first." The old man just stared at him with a tired look. "We have assigned seating, have you never been in a school before?" He asked, sarcastically."
Killua admitted. There was a beat of silence as Aizawa just stared at him in utter disbelief. Killua huffed. "I was homeschooled, you can't blame me for not knowing any of this shit." He retorted, slinging his bag over his shoulder again. "Keep the foul language to a minimum, this is a prestigious academy not a public highschool." Oh right. Killua had developed a bit of a swearing problem lately, he didn't really know where it came from but it was a hard habit to break. "Just go get your uniform."
~~~~~~~~20 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~
Killua was making his way back through the hallway to his classroom, hands shoved in his pockets. There were more students walking around now, all wearing the same uniform as him. It wasn't hideous, but it wasn't all that stylish either. The uniform didn't fit him exactly, but it was close enough. When he entered the classroom again, most of the students were present. Mr. Aizawa isn't though, for some reason. "Oh hey Killua!" Sato called, with a grin. Killua grinned back. "Hey Sato." His eyes scanned around the room, and he realized there was only one open seat left. That pervy bastard isn't here. Good riddance. He thought, strolling over to what he assumed to be his new seat and slinging his bag off the seat.
The kid in front of him seemed to be lost in thought, like there was a lot on his mind. He wasn't actually sure what the guy's name was. He knew most of the students in his class except for about 4 or 5. He slid down onto his seat with a sigh, taking a moment to relax. I wonder how school's gonna work. Not long after he'd taken his seat, his homeroom teacher walked in once more. "We have a big class today on hero informatics." He said, without a word. Killua rested his elbow on the desk, then his chin on his hand, propping it up. "You need code names." Code names? Like Allmight's? He thought, finding the practice kind of stupid. He supposed if his identity was hidden by his hero costume it would be one thing, but Killu wasn't planning on doing that.
The rest of the class seemed pretty hyped though, so hyped their teacher had to activate his quirk to settle them down. "This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned two days ago. Usually first years don't have to worry about them, but your class is different. By extending offers to first years like yourselves pros are essentially investing in your-." Killua started to zone out, all this talking was boring him. I hope I don't have to write my hero name down.
