In a world where 80% of the population has superpowers known as Quirks, Izuku Midoriya is born without any. Despite this, his dream of becoming the greatest hero like his idol, All Might, never wavers. One fateful day, Izuku encounters a life-changi...
Inside the anteroom, Class 1-A waited patiently, though their postures were anything but relaxed. Their earlier victory in the first round of the provisional license exam had been decisive, overwhelming, and, by all accounts, unforgettable.
Yet, the tension in the air was palpable as they awaited the arrival of the remaining 83 students who had passed the first phase.
The room was spacious but plain, with rows of benches lining the walls. Most of Class 1-A sat together, chatting quietly or checking their gear. Melissa stood near the door, her Light Sirius Armor shimmering faintly in the dim lighting as she ran diagnostics on her Energy Sword. Ochaco sat nearby, absently twirling a small gravity field in her palm. Shoto leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed, his mismatched eyes distant yet sharp.
As the minutes passed, the door began to open intermittently, and groups of students from other schools trickled in. Their faces were a mix of exhaustion, relief, and resentment. Many of them cast wary glances at Class 1-A, who sat calmly and confidently, their presence almost oppressive.
The atmosphere grew heavier as the anteroom filled. From Shiketsu High School, only Seiji Shishikura, Inasa Yoarashi, and Nagamasa Mora had made it through. "Camie" had dropped out, claiming a severe headache. From Ketsubutsu Academy, Yo Shindo, Tatami Nakagame, Shikkui Makabe, and Itejiro Toteki stood among the survivors.
It was clear that the overwhelming performance of Class 1-A in the first round had left a bitter taste in many mouths. The tension in the room reached its peak when Seiji, his expression disdainful, decided to break the silence.
Seiji: So, "he began, his voice dripping with condescension as he folded his arms". This is the infamous Class 1-A of U.A. High School. The so-called 'best of the best.' "He chuckled, though the sound was cold and mocking". You must feel proud of yourselves, for eliminating hundreds of students without even breaking a sweat.
The other students in the room murmured in agreement, their resentment bubbling to the surface. Some nodded, others glared openly at Class 1-A, but Seiji wasn't finished.
Seiji: I suppose this is what happens when you have a cheat code to success, "he sneered, his gaze landing squarely on Melissa and Ochaco before shifting to Shoto". Or perhaps it's not skill but favoritism? A certain someone, perhaps?
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Melissa stiffened, her grip tightening on her Energy Sword's hilt, but she said nothing. Ochaco frowned the small gravity field in her palm beginning to pulse erratically. Shoto's mismatched eyes narrowed, and a faint mist of frost began to form around him.
Seiji pressed on, emboldened by their silence.
Seiji: Don't think we didn't notice. The way you tore through the competition like it was nothing—there's no way you all managed that on your own. It must be nice to have someone like himpulling strings for you. Isn't that right? The so-called strongest man in the world.
