My Hero Academia: EMTs

Wanted in a Good Way!- Day 1!

The next day.

Henry:

First day of school- it's finally here! Good because I got- punishments... Yay...

So, I meet my professor, Sekijiro Kan, or Vlad King, first thing in the morning. I mean, that's just amazing! So let's see, how many times did I outmaneuver this guy in the last two years... six times, maybe? That's six public humiliations- and he gets to be my disciplinarian. This is gonna go well; I have high hopes for this going amazing... crap...

We do the whole thing: He unlocks my ankle monitor so I can change and shower, and I go out of school in nothing but a T-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes—apparently, this is the official UA gym uniform. It doesn't do much in the cold.

I might as well note that the UA campus is beautiful in the early morning as I walk behind the red-costumed hero professor. We head for a large track and field area, and I can take in the sights for a bit. There are many buildings, most with red brickwork, and the soft green grass squishes under my tennis shoes as we walk.

I grin—like a forced smile—shivering in the cold. Why do I have to be wearing so little? Oh, right. This guy probably hates me.

I look at the track as we approach. It's surrounded by grass, about four hundred meters around, and covered in black rubber.

He speaks up and points at the track. "Get over here! Move! The white line, there- now!" Sensing anger, I move quickly and stand on the line. A part of me feels like running, but I'm here in this school with a mission. I want to make Purple Bandit into something better- and it'll take a lot before I give up.

He folds his arms and looks down at me. Crap, he's big...

"Got anything to say?"

I shake my head. I'm pretty sure silence is the best policy right now. Hizashi said trying to avoid punishment is pointless in this school.

"Good. Then try listening," he says. He turns and starts marching back and forth in front of me. "It occurs to me that a lot of things are wrong with you, and now, for the next few weeks, it's up to me to beat into you how to look, act, and think more like a real hero." I gulp.

He eyes me.

"Let's get something clear." He returns to pacing. "I doubt anything I do will compare to Charles in severity. I'm not trying to make you afraid of me out here; I'm trying to correct your behavior and communicate with you what is unacceptable. My goal is not to hurt or intimidate you but to correct you."

"When I say I will beat you, understand, boy, this is a metaphor. I am a real man, which your life has been sorely missing. If I ever lay hands on you, I take that as a sign that I have lost control of the situation, and let's get something clear- I do not lose control easily." And- now I'm confused.

"So... so violence means you've LOST control?"

"Absolutely," he says, turning, folding his arms, and looking down at me.

"But don't you always fight people on the streets?"

"Does it not occur to you that me being willing to engage in violence to solve a problem could be the exception that proves the rule? When a fire breaks out, like with your episode in the mall, you acted irrationally, and I'm sure that felt natural to do- you acted as if all control was unraveling, and you had to act desperately to contain it. At UA, we teach how to regain control in desperate situations using controlled violence. But you cannot progress until you understand this truth- violence represents a loss of control by its very nature. Your goal isn't to revel in it; it's to finish it so you can restore order."