Viel Of Scales: The Dragons Ascension

U.A and the sparring match

Izuku stood in front of his mirror, giving himself one last look. His U.A. uniform was freshly pressed, the bright yellow jacket standing out against his dark pants. He fiddled with the collar for a moment, then sighed and gave up entirely. The tie. It was a lost cause. He had tried to tie it perfectly when he first got the uniform, but after half an hour of struggling, he realized something important: It was U.A. If they couldn’t deal with his lack of a tie, that was their problem.

With a decisive nod to himself, he left the house and closed the door behind him. As he walked down the street, a few people on the sidewalk noticed him. Some waved, others gave him a thumbs up. He wasn’t quite used to the attention, but it had been like this for a while now. A lot of people had taken notice of Izuku’s “aura,” as Bakugo put it.

"That guy looks like he's going places!" one old man called from across the street.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "Thanks... I guess?" he muttered.

It wasn’t until he reached the corner of his street that he spotted the familiar figure. Bakugo was already waiting for him in front of his house, arms crossed and a scowl plastered on his face.

“Finally,” Bakugo grumbled. “Took you long enough. You’re not gonna make us late, are you?”

Izuku chuckled nervously and straightened his posture. “Sorry, I was just… you know, trying to make sure everything was in place.”

“You and your stupid tie. Just leave it. It's U.A., not a fashion show,” Bakugo scoffed, brushing past Izuku as if the whole thing was beneath him.

Izuku caught up with him, following his friend down the street, avoiding eye contact with the few people who still noticed them. It was always like that people always noticed Bakugo and him, especially after the the carnival fire.

As they walked, a couple of students from the neighborhood recognized them, waving excitedly.

“Good luck at U.A., Izuku!” one of them called out.

Izuku gave a small, confident wave. “Thanks!”

Then there was Bakugo, who, without missing a beat, shot a small glare at the people that called out to him. “It’s just the first day. Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath, but the smirk on his face was a dead giveaway. Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugo wasn't immune to the occasional compliment.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Kacchan,” Izuku said, nudging him lightly with his elbow. “You like the attention.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” Bakugo snapped back, but his lips twitched upward into a smile, betraying his grumpy front.

As they approached U.A., the giant gates loomed ahead. Izuku took a deep breath, his chest swelling with anticipation. This was it. The first day at U.A. The start of everything. Bakugo was already storming ahead, his usual fiery attitude in full force. Izuku followed, matching his pace, despite the slight flutter of nerves in his stomach.

They weren’t the only ones walking toward the entrance. Other students—future heroes, just like them—were gathering around, chatting with each other. Izuku couldn’t help but glance at them. He’d never seen so many different people in one place before. Some were wearing their uniforms properly, others with disheveled hair and untidy ties, but they all shared the same excitement, the same nervous energy.

Bakugo, however, had no time for the pleasantries. “Hurry up,” he muttered. “We don’t have time to be looking around.”

Izuku quickly caught up, a small smile forming on his face. "Right behind you, Kacchan."