[UP FOR ADOPTION] Nozomu (A My Hero Academia fanfic)

Chapter 5: First Day

**Act 2: Vigilante Days**

It was a fresh start for young Uraraka. A chance to achieve her dream of becoming a hero for her parents. She had finally got into UA, and she wouldn't waste a second of it.

As Ochaco made her way through the looming ablaster gates, her mind drifted back to that green haired boy who saved her during the entrance exam. Where was he? She knew for a fact that he had not only survived but recovered from the encounter with the zero-pointer (much to her relief), so to her it was confusing not to have seen him at least once this morning. Uraraka was now scanning the crowds surrounding her, feebly attempting to pinpoint the broccoli head.

Any remaining hope of being able to thank the greenette quickly dissipated when she opened the door to Class 1-A, the spiky blond haired kid ,who she overheard earlier berating 'The Deku' at the entrance exam, being himself lectured to by a significantly taller classmate.

"Hello? My name's Uraraka Ochaco! By any chance have any of you happened to see a green haired boy around campus?" Uraraka inquisitively asked only to be met with a harsh remark from the blonde pomeranian "Oh deku? That Quirkless trash?! I'm not surprised he's not here, with him being such a waste of space!"

This triggered an equally aggressive response from the young brunette, annoyed at his dismissal of her saviour "I'll have you know that 'Deku' saved my life! If it weren't for him, I may not even be here right now! He nearly died just to protect me, heck, I thought he did die until Recovery Girl told me otherwise!"

"That still doesn't change the fact he was quirkless. They have no power of their own, making them weak. Quirked people are the future of humanity, the quirkless are the mere surplus. They are below human; the quirkless exist to serve the quirked and that is the end of it." Spoke the elegant yet demeaning tone of Yaoyorozu Momo. Herself a recommendation student, she was known mostly for her prestigous family. This also meant her beliefs were groomed into her thanks to said upbringing.

If Uraraka was annoyed before, now she was absolutely livid. The sheer disgust eminating from that little speech of hers, not to mention the subtle agreement echoed from much of the class. She refused to believe that people genuinely treated quirkless people like that, only because of something they could never control. Then, as Ochaco was about to respond, she was interupted by the ringing of a crimson bell nearby and a certain yellow 'Caterpillar' on the floor.

Homeroom had begun.

Slowly the bright innocence of the day is finally replaced by the ever-looming darkness, and on the other side of the district, said boy was perched upon the rooftops. Clad in a black plated outfit with an ivory set of gloves upon each hand, any average civilian unfortunate enough to spot him would likely mistake the hooded figure for some fallacy of the night. Why was he here? It was simple, to him at least; tonight was to be his debut. Not flashy like so many before him but a more steady introduction to the crime-ridden underbelly of society.

Suddenly a desperate shriek erupted from nearby only to be cut off with efficiency. A nearby alleyway. Instantly Midoriya descended. Two thugs held a younger girl, his age specifically. Recognition flashed across his face if only for a moment. It was her. One of the criminals turned to face the cloaked individual. "Oi, who's there?!" He called out, fear etching it's way into his voice, much to the figure's delight.

Now was the time to shine.

The entity easily disarmed them both, rendering them defenceless. At the realisation of this, they attempted to escape, only to be met with a crushing blow to the face and chest.
"W-what are y-you?" One asked.
"... Nozomu" the individual responded coldly, promptly knocking them unconscious soon after. The girl stood there, a mix of shock and relief adorned her face. 'This 'Nozomu' person,' she pondered, unaware of his swift return to the shadows.

'He seems... familiar'