The sole brunette male of the house just happily sits and drinks his morning coffee
"Good luck Son!"
"Hm! I don't need some lame a** luck, Old Man!!!"
"KATSUKI!!! DON'T TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR FATHER!!!"
"WHATEVER!!!"
With a slam of the door, a tall teenager with spiky blond hair walks into the street. At this time of the year, many trees and flowers have bloomed beautifully making his road to school even more breathtaking. Some petals fall and some land on his full-length light gray jacket yet he continues on without pause.
KATSUKI'S POV STARTS
It's spring-time, the time when U.A High school starts its semester. With the information I have gotten, usually, roundly 36 kids passed not mention the recommended ones. So each year most would only have 2 classes of the Hero department.
'I'm in class 1-A...'
I leisurely walk down the hallway, remembering the way as well as take in any details on the way
