ビッグフォー - The big four

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Chapter one — All around me unfamiliar faces

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"Look, here they come! The happy one, the happier one, the anxious one and the emotional support."

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Class 1-A was talking amongst themselves, separated into groups of friends that they got along with best. Many random topics of conversation were touched and many laughs were shared. This continued until the students heard a very familiar sound, of the classroom doors sliding open, that caught their attention.

Their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, lazily walked in, closing the door after himself. Standing in front of the class he cleared his throat and started speaking.

"Everybody listen up. In a few moments we will have a couple of students join us here."

His words raised many questions in the heads of the students sitting in front of him, though they didn't ask them because they already knew they would fall on deaf ears. After a few moments of silent murmur Aizawa continued speaking.

"There will be four students to be exact. These four have worked their way to the top and are the best students currently studying at U.A."

The latter sentence jogged a few memories. The teenagers remembered hearing about a small number of students that have risen to the top and are so good that, if they weren't still in school, they could be considered pro heroes.

The few that do know valid information started sharing their knowledge with the rest of the class. Many comments could be heard about how awesome the students think or have heard they were. Aizawa didn't bother to stop them, he knew they were wiggling in their seats in curiosity and he was too tired and too lazy to try to calm them down when they were this riled up.

"I heard they were the most powerful students in the school."

"Don't they have internships with some of the top pro heroes?"

"They're still students and are already doing hero work?!"

"That's so cool, they must be super strong!"

They were hyping each other up even more with every sentence so after a while the tired teacher decided it was about time his students quiet down. He clapped his hands a few times gaining back the attention of the talkative teenagers. Once all of the focus was back on him and the excitement died down a little, though he could still see the anticipation in the eyes of the girls and boys seated before him, he continued talking.

"Listen carefully," he told them as the classroom doors opened. "there are four third years at U.A. who stand at the top of all U.A. students — also known as..."

The students in question started walking towards the front of the classroom. Once they stopped was the exact moment when Aizawa finished his sentence.

"The big four."

The first years were stunned. The four people they were looking at seemed almost untouchable, the knowledge about them that the shocked teenagers did have didn't help at all. The third years were radiating confidence and power — at least they seemed to be.