oro | bnha oc

a beginning.

Imizo stood, eyes locked onto baby blue ones who gazed with wonder. The girl stood very much in Imizo's way as she began to introduce herself with radiate energy.

"Hi! My name is Hinata René! I'm so excited to be here, can you believe it? UA Class 1A!" The blue eyed girl spoke.

"Koriya Imizo," was all Imizo said while tilting her head slightly.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Koriya!" The girl shouted, reminding Imizo strongly of Hizashi.

Imizo nodded at this point and let her eyes wander towards her seat in an attempt to nonchalantly express to the blue girl her request. As the other girl smiled widely, she stepped aside to allow Imizo to move to her seat in the middle of the classroom. Much to the demise of Imizo, an even more energetic red haired boy turned to her now.

"Kirishima Eijiro," he greeted cheerfully sticking his hand out to shake.

Imizo diligently accepted and shook hands with the boy repeating the same process as with the blue haired girl, who now sat to the right side of Imizo.

"You're not much of a talker, huh, Koriya?" Said girl inquired joyfully.

Imizo simply acknowledged the girl's question with a flick of her eyes in the direction she sat. Hinata and Kirishima began having a conversation of their own as Imizo stared towards the front of the classroom. She watched as a small freckled boy with green hair was abruptly approached by a taller boy with dark hair and glasses. Imizo shifted her gaze, not nearly as interested in the conversation but more to the looming yellow figure approaching the door.

The figure spoke and upon hearing the voice a small smile - unnoticeable to anyone else - found it's way onto her face, for the voice was a familiar one.

"It took you eight seconds to quiet down," he said in monotone.

His eyes scanned all the students, eyes stopping only briefly on the tricolored hair girl. He began his speech, continuing to shift eye contact.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. Pleased to meet you. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds. Quickly now," he stated bluntly while holding out a gym uniform.

As Aizawa had instructed them to, the class quickly moved to the changing rooms to switch their clothing. Imizo patiently waited until all the girls had began to depart the locker room, not wanting them to see what marks adorned her back. Imizo rushed towards the departing group so as to not appear late. Together, the class walked onto the grounds.

"We will be testing your Quirks today," Aizawa paused as the majority of the class exclaimed remarks towards him, "No time to waste on the stuff if you want to become heroes. UA is known for it's freestyle educating system. That applies to us teachers as well.

'Soft-ball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper body training, and seated toe touch. You did all of these in middle school, yes? Your standard no-Quirks-allowed gym tests. This country still insists on prohibiting Quirks when calculating the averages of those record. It's not rational. The Department of Education is just procrastinating," Aizawa paused briefly to let his long message sink in before he continued on further.

"Bakugo, how far could you throw in middle school?"

"Sixty-seven meters," replied the ash blonde in question.

"Great. Now try it with your Quirk. Do whatever you need to, just don't leave the circle. Give it all you got."

Aizawa handed the ball to the ash blonde as he stood in the middle of the circle. He stretched carefully before he took a starting step and launched the ball with an explosion from his palm, causing the ball to fly further. He grinned, satisfied in his performance. Though he had screamed "die" while throwing the ball, the overall display was amazing to the students who watched him.