The sun was shining brightly on the grounds of U.A. High School, a place where dreams of becoming heroes took root and flourished. It was the first day of class for the esteemed Class 1-A, and the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation. Students, each possessing their unique quirks and aspirations, had gathered, eager to meet their classmates and embark on this transformative journey.
Amidst the cheerful chatter and bustling excitement, the students interacted with one another. There were the boisterous introductions, the nervous glances, and the shared sense of camaraderie that comes from embarking on a common goal. Conversations flowed, friendships began to form, and the initial impressions of their peers took root.
Amidst this lively atmosphere, a certain figure stood quietly in the corner, observing the interactions with a scrutinizing gaze. That figure was none other than Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, the no-nonsense teacher renowned for his quirk-nullifying abilities. With his characteristic sleep-deprived eyes and stoic demeanor, he watched, blending into the background, as the students unknowingly met each other.
Aizawa had deliberately chosen this subtle approach, allowing the students to engage without the immediate presence of an authoritative figure. He believed that true interactions would reveal more about the students' personalities, forming a clearer picture of the dynamics within the class.
Lida could be seen trying to reprimand Bakugo for being disrespectful.
"Don't put your legs on the desk! Don't you think that's disrespectful towards your classmates !?"
Midoriya just looked at Lida scolding Bakugo and sighed ,'Just my luck.'
Lida continued to no avail until he introduced himself to Bakugo but was taken back when Bakugo said,"Soumei , well aren't u an elite all the more reason to fucking end you!"
Shocked by his remark he looked at the green head who had just entered.
"Hello I'm Lida tenya from Soumei."
"Yaya haha I heard you before I'm Midoriya , nice to meet you Lida "
They further exchanged words with Lida apologizing for his previous stupor.
Until Ochaco entered the students, in their excited mingling, didn't initially notice Aizawa.
Bakugo just glared at Midoriya,"Hmph that pathetic rat actually put up a fight.....
At the corner of the class Akira was seated with his head on the table oblivious to what was happening around him.
They introduced themselves, shared their quirks, and learned a little about each other's backgrounds. The excitement of meeting new friends and potential allies in their hero journey had momentarily shifted their focus away from their surroundings.
Midoriya, Ochaco, and Iida, naturally gravitated towards each other. They formed a trio, exchanging stories about their hopes, dreams, and the determination to succeed at U.A. High School. Their friendship was blooming, fostering an atmosphere of camaraderie.
Just as their conversation began to deepen, Bakugo, in his typical brash manner, stormed over, yelling at Midoriya. Bakugo's fiery outburst drew the attention of the nearby students. His explosive personality was hard to ignore. As the confrontation escalated, Aizawa kept a watchful eye, recognizing the passion and potential that both Midoriya and Bakugo brought to the table.
Akira, adorned in the iconic UA High School uniform, stood out even within the vibrant tapestry of aspiring heroes. The uniform, a symbol of their shared journey, bore the school's emblem proudly, a mark of dedication and potential. However, what truly set Akira apart was the signature mask that he wore, a mysterious addition that hinted at a deeper story beneath the surface.
His mask, a distinctive orange spiral design, concealed his identity, adding an air of intrigue and enigma to his appearance. It was a homage to his favorite anime and manga characters, Sasuke and Obito, a connection to a world that had shaped his perspective and aspirations. The mask also served a practical purpose, ensuring that his true identity remained hidden, at least for now.
The rest of Akira's attire adhered to the UA uniform regulations—a navy blue blazer with gold trim, a crisp white shirt, and a matching necktie. The blazer bore the UA emblem prominently, symbolizing the commitment to heroism and the relentless pursuit of excellence. His pants, also in the same navy blue hue, were neatly pressed, reflecting his disciplined demeanor.
Yet, it was the juxtaposition of the mask against the standard uniform that drew attention. It was as if a character from the world of manga had stepped into the realm of reality, a hero with an aura of mystique, an embodiment of the lessons and virtues he'd gleaned from his beloved anime.
As he walked through the hallways of UA High School, the mask he wore seemed to carry a sense of purpose, a weight of responsibility that went beyond the standard expectations of a student. It held echoes of Obito's past, a reminder of the sacrifices made for the greater good, and a determination to protect those he cared about, even if it meant concealing his true self for a while.
Akira, the mysterious figure with the orange spiral mask, embodied the spirit of a hero in the making.
Meanwhile, in the midst of the chatter and camaraderie, a new presence entered the scene. It was Akira, or as he referred to himself, Tobi, in full quirky form, initiating playful conversations with various students. He approached Bakugo, Shoto, Midoriya, and even Aizawa sensei, sharing amusing riddles, anecdotes, and light-hearted banter.
"Hey Hey hey boku wa TOBI" Akira while shaking his hips and striking a pose like a certain Isekai protagonist enthusiastically
" Aren't you the top scorer , Wow look at you, you are about explode "
"Get it he's about to explode Hahahahaha "
He looked towards a sleeping bag and said ," Yo bag sensei when's the class gonna start."
Akira's antics had a peculiar charm, and soon, his interactions began to ripple through the classroom. Bakugo, in particular, was caught off guard by Akira's audacity, wondering who this newcomer was and why he seemed so carefree.
However, the intrigue that once enveloped Akira seemed to dissipate when he stepped into the classroom. Instead of the serious and enigmatic aura he had exhibited before, Akira was now acting in a manner that was, frankly, unexpected. He had shifted into a mode of playful goofiness, embodying the spirit of Tobi, the whimsical side of Obito Uchiha. He spun around a couple of times, his cloak twirling with him, and gave a dramatic bow to his fellow students.
The class stared at Akira, their intrigue replaced by perplexity. Here was a guy who had chosen to score average in the entrance exam, wearing a mask, and now, acting like a clown. The air of mystery that had once surrounded him had seemingly disappeared, and many students whispered to each other, wondering if Akira was perhaps not the serious student they initially thought.
Akira, however, was relishing the reactions. He reveled in the fact that his true self, his true intentions, were concealed behind this goofy Tobi personality he had decided to adopt. He knew by acting this way ensured him a fun carefree school life .
A WEEK AGO, IN AKIRA'S HOME ----
On a quiet evening, after the sun had set over the city, Akira found himself immersed in his thoughts. He had just finished a rigorous training session, honing his skills and contemplating the path he had chosen at U.A. High School. As he sat alone, reflecting on the new world he had entered, a holographic letter appeared before him, projecting an image that filled him with awe and anticipation.
The image showed none other than All Might, the Symbol of Peace, the hero whom Akira admired and respected. All Might's reassuring presence filled the room as he spoke, addressing Akira directly. His words echoed the sentiment of the message he had once given to Izuku Midoriya.
"All Might" began, his voice resonating with wisdom and encouragement, "Young Akira, I've been keeping an eye on your journey. Your potential is clear, and I believe you've made the right choice by choosing U.A. High School. You have the strength, determination, and the heart of a hero."
As the message continued, Akira's heart swelled with pride and excitement. He felt a surge of validation, knowing that All Might saw the potential within him. He felt honored to be welcomed into the ranks of U.A.'s Class 1-A, a group of young heroes in the making.
Hearing these words, Akira couldn't contain his anticipation for the future. He was on the path he had chosen, surrounded by peers who held their own unique talents and ambitions. The prospect of facing challenges, forming bonds, and experiencing the adventures that lay ahead filled him with a sense of exhilaration.
With a smile on his face, Akira, in his normal clothes, unmasked himself, allowing his true features to be revealed. His eyes, reminiscent of the Uchiha's Sharingan, glimmered with determination. He knew that the journey he had embarked upon would be filled with hard work, growth, and moments that would shape him into the hero he aspired to become.
As he pondered the events to come, the prospect of fun, camaraderie, and perhaps a dash of the mischievous Tobi spirit, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was ready to face the challenges of U.A. High School, to learn, to grow, and to stand alongside his fellow students, making their mark on the world as they pursued their hero destinies.
The holographic letter had not only validated his choice but had ignited a fire within him, propelling him forward with newfound determination. With All Might's words echoing in his mind, Akira was ready to embrace the future, unmasking his true self, and stepping boldly into the exciting world of U.A. High School.-----END OF FLASHBACK
PRESENT ---
Aizawa, noticing the growing curiosity and diversion from the planned introductions, decided it was time to step in. He calmly but firmly addressed the class, reminding them that they were here to become heroes, and such behavior was not conducive to the seriousness of their mission. Aizawa's words mirrored the essence of what he had said in the anime, emphasizing the harsh realities of hero life and the expectations placed upon them.
"If you're gonna be hunting for buddies do it elsewhere " Aizawa sensei addressed both the green and brown headed duo.
All of the students at the same time thought,"Who the hell... is this guy!!!??"
"Hmm, it took you lot 8 secs to quiet down.life is short , kids. You're all lacking in common sense" Aizawa bluntly voiced
He then looked at the corner of the class where a certain orange masked idiot who despite noticing his presence from the very beginning didn't intervene .
Sighing Aizawa continued," I'm your homeroom teacher , Aizawa Shouta. Pleasure meeting you."
Class 1 A,"OUR HOMEROOM TEACHER!?"
As the lecture continued, the students listened, taking Aizawa's words to heart. The sense of unity and purpose began to reassert itself, even amidst the curiosity sparked by the mysterious Akira. The first class of Class 1-A had begun, and with Aizawa's guidance, they were on their way to becoming heroes, overcoming challenges, and forging powerful bonds that would shape their destinies in the world of heroes.