U.A. is recognized widely as the number #1 ranked school for heroics, and is considered as one of the top Hero Academies in the world. Students are separated based on their abilities in specific departments and classes A to K, or in total ten separate classes.
They operate on funding mostly from a wealthy mouse rather than the government, and its facilities cater to more than only the students and staff. U.A. also has their own unique approach to teaching, allowing instructors to conduct their classes however they see fit. Even giving authority to their teachers to expel students for the any reasons they want, no matter how minor. This reportedly happened to last year's Class 1-A, and I've been told I'm assigned to the same class under that very teacher. How unfortunate.
While the campus area isn't large, they've compensated by making the building much taller, almost like a skyscraper or high-rise apartment. My class, room 1-A, was located two stories up, which means I have to go up and down multiple floors every day to get to class. And for some reason, the hallways were designed to resemble a car street, with white lines painted on the floor to indicate proper walking paths for students.
The building design of this school is definitely inferior to ANHS's.
At least the uniform designs are better.
Though, it's not that I disliked the previous uniforms either; I just hear these are more well-received on the internet, likely because of the poor color coordination of the red and green ones.
Personally, I don't dislike either.
On the other hand, ANHS hands out ridiculous amounts of money each month disguised as points. Whoever came up with the idea of giving that much money monthly to a high school student couldn't have been in the right mind. Not that I minded it—the money was definitely appreciated—but it does make you wonder how they ever managed to economically sustain such a system through government funding.
Assuming you're not one of the top performers in the highly publicized sports festival, the benefits are far better too—nothing U.A. offers can compare to a 100% job acceptance rate.
Then again, that promise likely comes with several hidden clauses they only reveal at graduation, making the promise valid only on a technical level. Obviously, no one would accept you for a higher-level role, such as CEO or Director, solely based on which high-school you graduated from.
The more realistic scenario is that ANHS graduates get a significantly higher chance at being accepted when their abilities and resumes are on par with other candidates. It's equally possible that the 100% acceptance rate was only applicable to companies that were managed by or closely aligned with the school's higher ups.
Who knows.
I wouldn't, I never graduated.
I could say much more to say about the numerous oddities of both schools, but since I can see my classroom, it'll have to be postponed for another time.
Arriving right at the designated time, I found a group three students blocking the entry way.
"—surprised. That punch was amazing! Take that! One-hit and you're down!" The girl, average in height with short brown hair and a small pink backpack, said while gesturing with her hand, moving it up and down to imitate the punch she was probably describing.
"Oh, heyh-hi. Oh my gosh. So uh, I should p-probably be thanking you for going in and talking to him." The boy, similarly of average height with messy dark-green hair and a large, worn yellow backpack, replied, his face turning red as he covered his eyes and simultaneously rubbed the back of his neck.
"Huh? How'd you know about that?"
"E-eh? Oh, I-Um, what? " He replied, his expression freezing as his eyes landed on me, standing behind them in silence. "Ah! L-Look we're blocking him from entering, w-we should totally moveoutoftheway!"
The girl with brown hair turned toward me at his remark, briefly looking startled by my presence. She stepped to the side quietly before deciding to say anything.
"H-Hahaha. I didn't even see you there, sorry."
Responding with a simple nod, I headed toward my assigned seat, abruptly stopping as the familiar green-haired boy had yet to move out of the way.
The other two had been staring as well, and just as the blue-haired one seemed ready to introduce himself, their attention abruptly shifted to something behind me.
The green-haired boy, however, kept his gaze fixed on me. I knew my pink features made me stand out more, but I wasn't used to being stared at this blatantly. Maybe if I had been closer to my classmates in middle-school, it would've been the same there.
(Art)
"Welcome to U.A.'s Hero course." A monotone voice said from behind.
I turned to see a man lying on the ground, his long, tangled black hair and dead, bloodshot eyes giving him an unkempt and lifeless appearance. His gaze met ours as he lay there, 90% of his body swallowed by the sleeping bag he had fallen down in. Without hesitation, he pulled out what appeared to be a nutrient-dense squeezer pouch and took a sip, the silence between us remaining unbroken.
(Pic)
The man somehow managed to stand up while still in his sleeping bag, and spoke while pulling down the bag's zipper. "It took—"
"—who let this dirty homeless man in our school?" I asked, cutting him off.
His eyes immediately glowed red, and I could feel my control of my quirk disappear as he did.
Without warning, he launched his deceivingly strong scarf out, instantly wrapping it around my face and pulling me toward him.
Having dropped his sleeping bag, we could now see what appeared to be the outfit of a more reclusive hero. "I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher." He said, annoyed, still glaring with his menacingly bright red eyes.
Given his disheveled appearance and the used sleeping bag he dragged along, most students were understandably confused about how this seemingly random homeless person could be their teacher.
"Time is precious, put these on and head out side." Aizawa grabbed a UA standard gym uniform from his empty sleeping bag and threw it at my face, releasing me in the process.
Before anyone could ask him anything, he exited the classroom, leaving everyone confused.
"Eh?" "Huh?" "What?" "That's it?"
"Wait, why'd he just leave? He didn't brief us on anything yet." The girl with pink skin, messy pink hair, and black sclera's commented.
"Yeah, and he only gave the gym uniform to that pink-haired dude. What the hell are we supposed to wear?" The blonde-haired boy, with a single black lightning shaped stroke on his left side fringe, added.
A wave of confused conversations spread through the classroom, with students talking to friends or whoever happened to be sitting close to, all attempting to figure out what to do.
Two students caught my attention as they alone chose to walk out instantly, not bothering to explain their thoughts to anyone.
"You two, wait!" The tall blue-haired boy called out, his arm outstretched toward the two boys. The spiky blonde-haired one ignored him entirely, though the other one with half-white, half-red hair stopped to listen. "Oi! Euh—Haaah, I should of expected that from him." He whispered, slightly irritated by being ignored. "Everyone can you please listen to me for a moment? For those of you who I have not spoken to yet, allow me to introduce myself—my name is Tenya Ida. My quirk is called Engine, and while you can't currently see it because of my pants, it gives me mini engines in my legs that are similar visually to the exhaust pipes on a car. As for why I asked for your attention, I believe Aizawa-sensei deliberately avoided explaining anything because he wants us to figure it out on our own. He's testing our autonomy and problem-solving skills. If you were paying attention you'd notice he walked off in the opposite direction from where we had entered. By "outside" he probably was referring to the back of the school or the gymnasium area, and our gym uniforms should be somewhere along the way."
"You're saying... that we are supposed to figure out the schedule ourselves?" Asked a boy with sharp, spiky red hair.
"But, what about orientation?" The girl that had blocked me from entering the room asked.
"I'm not sure. I knew that U.A. would have high standards for their students, but even I'm surprised that they'd have a test like this very early in the school year. Whatever the case is, we aren't going to get anything done by hanging around here, so I'd suggest you all follow along." Ida replied, striking his arm down for emphasis.
His explanation made enough sense to the rest of the class that there was no opposition, and we collectively headed out. I noticed Tsu talking with a group of girls and decided to leave her alone for now since she was focused on making more friends in high-school.
Over the past 15 years, my social skills have improved significantly, and I did promise myself to make some changes after middle school. I should try forming a few meaningful relationships.
Since my assigned seat was placed nearest to the exit, I could've left quickly, but I chose to wait for my target to leave first before joining the line. Because of his mutation quirk, he probably wasn't someone people found easy to approach, and as far as I knew, he hadn't spoken to anyone yet—though could also just be because it was the first day.
Trailing slightly behind him, I waited until we stepped outside to start a bit of small talk.
"hey, sorry if this is a bit of a weird question." I asked, causing him to look over at me. "i've been thinking about it this since i saw you. would you eat seeds out of my palm?"
His jaw hung open for a second, clearly not a big fan of my light-hearted opener. Then he quickly snapped it shut and picked up his pace to avoid me.
"hold on, that was just my awkward attempt at a joke. my names kiyotaka ayanokouji, what's yours?"
The raven-human hybrid paused momentarily, appearing to recognize my name, and turning his attention back to me.
"You're the guy that scored first on the entrance exam?" He asked for confirmation.
"that's me."
"I see. My name is Fumikage Tokoyami. Considering we may be spending a lot of time together as classmates, I'd appreciate it if you kept jokes like that to yourself in the future."
Even though his jaw previously fell open, it didn't seem like my joke had actually offended him. Did he ignore me just because I came across as a weirdo? Can't really blame him.
"yeah, my bad. i didn't have a lot of friends in middle school, so i figured i'd try something different this time around. guess that didn't go over too great."
"Don't worry about it."
I thought about trying some more small talk with him, but Tokoyami didn't seem very interested in it, there was really no point in forcing it, and we continued outside in silence.
Like Ida guessed, the extra gym uniforms with names assigned for each person was left on a table placed near the doors of my gymnasium. By pure chance, I realized there was another uniform with my name on it, with some modifications to accommodate for my shapeshifting. Turns out, the one Aizawa threw at me didn't belong to me.
Our teacher seemed like the no-nonsense type, and I had no intention of getting on his bad side. It'd be smart to hurry up and be one of the first to arrive.
Picking a random locker, I got undressed quickly.
"Whoa! Nice physique, my guy!" Said the spiky-haired redhead as I took off my shirt. "Are you seriously a teenager? Those muscles are way too defined! You look like one of those freaking Greek god statues! What's your work out routine?" He asked, casually undoing his tie.
(kiyo thirst trap art)
His loud compliments and questions immediately grabbed most people's attention toward my body—a situation I would've been fine with, if I wasn't in a room full of shirtless guys.
"i don't have one. my physique is only a result of my quirk."
"Huh? You don't work out at all?!"
"that's correct. rather i have the ability to modify and reshape living entities in variety of different ways. it's more accurate to say i sculpted myself into this, rather than hitting the gym for it."
"Wow, really?!"
"That's so lucky, what the fuck?"
The short boy with hair resembling three large purple grapes cut in, his eyes seething with envy as he assessed my physique.
"can't say i wasn't lucky to have a quirk like this, but it's not as easy as you might think. keeping my quirk active 24/7 obviously isn't possible, so instead of working out, i had to study all about the human body, or i wouldn't even be able to move while shaped like this."
"Eh? Wait, so you're saying you needed to learn the equivalent of a medical degree before you could turn into yourself into a Greek god?" The grape-boy asked, sounding doubtful.
"i'm surprised you understood that so quickly. but yes, i undertook a medical internship rather than attending any medical universities. though i am, legally, a licensed medical professional."
"We have a legit fricking doctor in our class?" The skinny boy with the strange elbows said.
"That's incredible, dude! Doesn't it usually take like 12 years to become a doctor? My grades are barely average, I can't even imagine myself doing that."
"i guess so. though, it's not really that surprising, is it? todoroki probably has a similar amount of training in a more aggressive field, and the same could be said for yaoyorozu. i assumed most people who got into ua's hero course would have trained insanely hard as well, given the large number of applicants."
Todoroki glanced over again having overhead his name in our conversation, though quickly turned away realizing I wasn't talking to him, before walking out of the changing room.
"Uh... well... yeah, I totally did."
"I really doubt everyone that got in trained for that long, hahaha."
Spiky hair was probably right about that.
"So, uhhh... heh, did you make your thing longer too?"
I paused, quickly putting on the rest of my gym uniform before turning back to the lanky boy who had asked the silly question.
"i could, but i don't take take any requests." I replied, peeking at the small bump in his boxers.
Ignoring the laughter caused by my mediocre joke, I walked out of the changing room and joined our teacher, plus the few people who had arrived before us.
With his arms crossed, Aizawa waited quietly as everyone got changed, and I decided this might be a good chance to talk to him after not seeing him for a decade.
"hey there, sensei."
"What do you want, brat."
He must still be upset over my earlier comment.
"it's been a long time, aizawa-sensei. approximately 9 years and 278 days."
He shot me a look like I was an idiot, but his eyes immediately widened a second after. Considering I'd asked Nezu to keep my internship a secret, it wasn't shocking he didn't recognize me right away, though it still stung my frail heart a little.
"...You're that weird toddler."
"that's what you remember me as? i thought you said i was a tough kid, how harsh. you're not still upset about the homeless comment, are you? you can't blame me for that. i was practically blind when we met, and honestly, who expects a teacher to show up looking like that?"
"That's irrelevant. Hurry up and spit out what you want."
"am i not allowed to just want to talk to my favorite teacher? i'm a huge fan, you know? i like you even more than all might."
That doesn't really mean anything though, because I don't particularly care for him.
"That so?"
"yeah, i even occasionally like to go out carrying large bags of money at night in the area you usually patrol in, hoping that i could get mugged and have you save me again."
"I didn't ask."
Did he immediately realize I was bullshitting? Does he often change his patrol areas? That sounds like something he'd do. Or was it because he knows he would've seen me if it were true? Maybe he just genuinely doesn't care.
"so cold." I said, wrapping my arms around myself as if I were shivering. "you're disillusioning me, sensei. couldn't you at least pretend to care about your number one fan's night time story? i've been waiting 10 years for this, and you're breaking my heart."
"Sure doesn't sound like it."
"i just have trouble expressing myself is all. "I added, placing my hand over my heart. "well, not really. a young w/r like myself can pull off a convincing hardcore fan act if i really wanted to."
Aizawa eyes narrowed, scanning me for the second time today. Was it really that hard to believe I was a good actor? Acting had been a hobby of mine even before reincarnating, though it really took off in this world through my endless boring hours as a child. It's easy to get immersed in.
"Be quiet or I'll make you run laps until the rest of the class gets here."
Figuratively zipping my mouth shut, I waddled away to prevent him from following through on his threat. He looked at me every now and then, so I remained quiet until everyone was there.
"More than half of you are late. Anyone who arrived after Shoji is getting detention." Aizawa said, pointing at the masked boy. "Meet in homeroom after class."
"What?!" "Huh?" "Are you serious?" "You didn't say anything about arriving early!"
"Shut your winy mouths." He stated, glaring at the students with his hands buried in his pockets, his hair floating slightly. "Here at U.A. we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit."
"But, sensei! It's not fair! You left without telling us anything!" The brown-haired girl shouted.
"So, what? Do I need to tell you everything for you to understand it?"
"Aizawa-sensei." The blonde-haired boy with a tail called out, raising his hand. "I understand you consider telling us to go outside as enough information, but how were we supposed to know where our gym uniforms were? They're usually handed to us in class, so expecting us to know they were left outside doesn't make sense."
Aizawa's approach to teaching appears to be a lot like what they use in ANHS. If he were to reincarnate into my original world, he'd probably fit right in there.
His glare, once venomous, became more malicious, a smirk forming as he answered the boy's question. "Alright, here's the deal. I called you all outside as we are going to be doing a quirk assessment test. Those who make it into the top 10 won't have detention, while the person who finishes in last place will be deemed worthless and be expelled from the school immediately."
"Expelled?!" "Are you serious?!" "That's even worse..."
"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem you can head home right now." He added, striking a sadistic pose similar to Chabashira's when she told class-D they weren't getting any points.
As expected, there were plenty more objections to Aizawa's expulsion threat, but he shut them all down effortlessly with his cold-blooded and logical reasoning.
And with that, the quirk assessment test officially began.
The first two were a basic 50-meter run and a grip strength measurement test, both of which I easily placed first by enlarging and strengthening my muscles. And to be fair to Ida, I technically cheated in the running test by turning my arms into massive frog legs and leaping the entire distance in about 2 seconds, rather than actually running it.
It didn't help that the next text was the standing long jump.
The sandbox they used to measure our jumps was the same size as an Olympic one, meaning that about a quarter of the superpowered class cleared it without much trouble. Rather than repeating my strengthened frog-legs jumping strategy, I decided to glide over it while lightening my body weight to showcase my creativity or something like that.
(Kiyo gif)
After that came the sustained sideways jumps test, followed by sit-ups, push-ups, seated toe-touches, long-distance running, and vertical jumps, all of which all passed by in a blur.
All the tests so far were relatively easy and purely physical, meaning someone like Aizawa, with a quirk that offered no physical benefits, would likely rank near the bottom—or even last—if he took them. It doesn't really match up with his whole logic shtick Nezu informed me about.
Finally came the softball throw test.
"Midoriya, you're up next."
"R-Right!" The green-haired by replied.
Two people had already beaten my measly score of 462 meters, so I was hoping to at least secure third place. I'd heard from Ida that the boy going up now was the one who destroyed a giant zero-pointer robot with a single punch, though he couldn't figure out why he wasn't using his quirk now, if it meant being expelled was the alternative.
He held the ball in his hand, absentmindedly staring at the floor as we waited for him to throw. Taking in a deep breath, Midoriya stepped back a few feet till he was just barely still within the allowed circle. He hadn't even thrown the ball yet but had begun sweating bullets.
He took a few strides forward, twisting his body as he threw the ball with all his might.
It went about 46 meters.
The young boy stared at his hands again, utterly flabbergasted by the results. He had been one of the lowest scorers and planned to use his quirk at the last moment to narrowly escape expulsion. But, when the boy needed his the quirk most, it vanished.
"I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school." Aizawa said, glaring at the boy.
"Wait, you did what to my—t-those goggles, I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers, the Eraser Hero; Eraserhead." Midoriya replied, nearly falling onto his rear.
"You're not ready. You don't have control over your power. Were you planning to break your arm again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?"
Aizawa sent his scarf flying toward the teenager, wrapping it tightly around his torso and yanking him forward until they were face to face.
"No! That's not what I was trying to do—"
"It doesn't matter what your intentions are, you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down." Releasing his restraints on the boy, Aizawa's hair gravitated downwards. "Sorry Midoriya, with your power there's no way you can become a hero."
From what Aizawa had said, that quirk seems to destroy Midoriya's body when used, and he had just been forbidden from doing that. This was our last test, and he'd been forced to choose between finishing last and being expelled, or breaking his arm and being expelled.
Once more, Midoriya's cartoonishly dead eyes were glued to the floor.
"I returned your impractical quirk, take your final throw."
The green-haired boy clenched his teeth, readying himself for another throw.
I wondered what choice he'd made.
Was All Might's secret love child really about to get expelled this early?
Midoriya strutted forward, stomping his foot before lifting his arm high, waiting until the last second to release the ball from his grip. It appeared like he'd picked the second option, using his quirk at the apex of his throw, shouting "Smaaaaaaaaaash," just like his father.
The wind pressure generated from his throw was enough to knock a few students back, his throw had launched the ball into orbit.
"Nice! He's finally showing us his true power!" Uraraka shouted, in support for the boy.
But something unexpected happened.
He only broken one finger.
Then, he went as far as folding his severely broken finger into his palm to make a fist, even though it was completely unnecessary and must have been excruciating painful. It didn't make much sense—maybe he wanted to demonstrate his tolerance for pain as well?
Aizawa's crazy smile said all that I needed to know about his fate.
This boy wasn't going to be expelled. No... he was destined to become a legendary hero.
"His finger appears to be broken now, just like in the exam. His quirk is very odd." Ida stated, hypothesizing out loud, still confused on what happened.
"if what you said he did during the entrance exam was true, then maybe he didn't use his quirk much here because he'd lose whatever body part he activated it on."
"Yeah, that's likely the case. I originally thought it only happened when he needed a ton of power, but it seems like he hasn't learned how to control it at all yet."
Most people were stunned by Midoriya's sudden high score, but none more so than Bakugo, whose jaw practically hit the floor in shock. The blonde-haired boy stormed over in anger, small explosions bursting from his palms as he moved.
"DEKU, YOU BASTARD! TELL ME HOW YOU DID THAT OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
Though before he could get an answer from the terrified teen, Aizawa's capture scarf swiftly wrapped around his face and chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"Stand down, Bakugo. It'd be wise to avoid me making me use my quirk so much, It gives me serious dry eye." Aizawa said, releasing his grip on the boy as he calmed down.
Having completed his throw, Midoriya left his furious childhood friend behind and made his way over to talk with Uraraka and Ida.
"Ouch, is your finger okay?" Uraraka asked.
"Y-Yeah."
The quirk assessment test had ended, and all that was left was waiting for the results to be announced. And since we were done, Aizawa probably wouldn't mind if I healed him, so I decided to offer to help the injured boy.
"deku, was it? my quirk has some healing capabilities, would you like me to fix your finger?"
"Eh? You can heal people too?" Uraraka asked, and I nodded.
Midoriya froze at my question, his pupils moving all over the place as excessive sweat poured out his head. In a hurry, he concealed his injured finger behind his back, holding up his other hand in a stop gesture as he backed away.
"N-No, that's a-alright." Midoriya replied half-heartedly, unable to look me in the eyes. "L-Like Aizawa-sensei said, I'm only a liability if I need someone to help me after only one attack. I'll just wait until the end of the day and then visit Recovery Girl."
"are you sure? that ball throw was the final part of the test, there's no need to let yourself suffer until then." I added, offering to heal him a second time .
"Y-Yes! It's all right. Thanks though, haha." Midoriya said, laughing awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head.
That was strange. I'd noticed Midoriya mumbling theories about people's quirks whenever they shared theirs or mentioned part of their abilities, yet he didn't seem the least bit interested in mine. I thought maybe he hadn't been paying attention when I mentioned it in the locker room, but even after I told him outright this time, his reaction stayed the same.
Was he already aware of my quirk from All Might? If so, why would he turn down my help? He should know I could heal that injury without a problem.
"All right, time to give you your results." Aizawa voice rang out, having finished scoring quickly enough to cut off my thoughts. "The rankings are done, from best to worst. Most of you probably have an idea where you stand, so there's no need to go through every score—I'll just show the full list."
Not wasting any time, Aizawa pressed down on his mini holographic projection device, and it displayed the final placement scores.
(Edit)
Just from her scores that I had mentally saved, I had barely beaten Yaoyorozu for first place, followed by Todoroki in third, then Bakugo in fourth, and skipping to last place.
Izuku Midoriya.
"I-I'm in last place... I failed..." Midoriya whispered, looking at the scoreboard in despair.
It was clear to everyone who was about to be expelled, even if they didn't know his name yet, simply from how badly Midoriya was trembling. I also couldn't help feeling guilty, so I thought I should at least try to encourage him.
"midoriya-kun. i know it's been short, but it was nice knowing you." I said, placing my palm gently on his shoulder, offering some reassurance "you may have lost your chance at being a hero, but there's still a great opportunity waiting for you at the wcdonald's outside tatooin station. they're hiring right now, and i hear they have great benefits."
Midoriya looked up at me. He had been on the verge of tears, but with my kind words of support he burst into tears of happiness. It feels good to do good deeds. The rest of the class sounded equally as baffled by my generosity, they must be thinking what a kind young man I was for quickly offering my assistance to someone in need.
"What's wrong with you?!" "Is he for real?" "You really think that helps?"
Even Bakugo, who's always in a state of anger, was offering me a sincere smile.
"Ayanokouji-kun! How could you taunt your classmates, especially when they're at their lowest?! Do you honestly think you can become a hero like that?!" Ida shouted, chopping his arm up and down as he lectured me.
"what do you mean? i'm only offering my former classmate another glorious career path, which, in my opinion, is much better than just sending him off with some pity-filled glances."
"Everyone can tell that you were just mocking him." Jiro cut in.
It seems everyone misunderstood my kind words of encouragement. I thought suggesting another career path for him while he searched for a new school was a helpful gesture, but apparently, I was wrong.
"well, regardless of how you all misinterpreted my words. aren't you all over-reacting? it's not like he's really getting expelled anyway. do you really think he'd throw us out on the first day? and with a test that doesn't account for non-physical quirks in anyway?"
"What are you talking about?" Sato asked, still slightly angry.
"i could explain, but..." I said, casting my gaze to Aizawa who, strangely enough, was watching us argue in silence. I wondered why hadn't he stopped the argument instantly, It didn't seem like something he would normally allow.
"I was lying, like Ayanokouji said, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the test." Aizawa said, with another sadistic smile.
The class erupted after his late admission, with some students shouting in surprise and others frozen in mild relief, though most fell into the latter group.
"HAAAAAAAAAH?!?" "WHAAAAA?!!!" "That was a little nerve-racking, huh?"
"Of course that was a lie. It should've been obvious if you just thought it through." Yaoyorozu added, feeling a little bad for not telling them earlier.
"With that, we're done here." Aizawa spoke up, ignoring the surprised reactions. "There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom. When you get back, take a look at them. You can skip detention this time too, but don't be late again."
Aizawa wrapped up his speech and left us standing outside the gymnasium. I doubted I'd be forming any bonds today, so I chose to leave as well, giving Tsu a small wave on my way out.
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Ch 13 End
been over a month since the last update.
i only took like a week break from writing, just ended up writing about 30k words on other fanfics, also feel like i might be nearing a writing block, that's why there's multiple drawings.
UA grounds isn't very well explained in the show so I made a lot of stuff up, (like the elevator being only for staff or certain students) mostly based on the wiki and images.
aizawa's only knowledge about kiyo is that 1 hostage event, and his student profile.
i left it in because i could really see it happening in a hs lockerroom but the 'dont take requests' line left me cringing. why do i keep writing them in i wonder.
only 20 students in class btw.
for the 2 ppl who were curious about kiyo's altered gym uniform
i think i cooked ngl
(Design art)
drew it very quickly so ignore the small design issues (like how accurate the placement of the velcros are in the middle drawing, the bottom right drawing is just clarifying how itd look)
the lines where it says velcro in blue are barely visible in story i just made it clear for readers.
the pants only turn into shorts not come completely off
Kiyo gym uniform uses some high quality & ultra thin vecro-like material with memory stick (thats similar to how a magnet would attach itself, but isnt a magnet) they probably have at UA. tho other than that its basically the same as everyone elses.
top right drawing is what happens if he were to just enlargen his arm, (like him turning them into very large frog legs) it opens the velcro just on one sleeve,
middle drawing is what it looks like with all but the neck's vecro detached, and being held up
left drawing is just the overall
if someone like Kaneki deployed his Kagune (red tentacle things on his back), it would turn into a cloak instead of a shirt, because the velcro around the neck is stronger than everywhere else, meaning every velcro but that part would get opened because of his back.
it can be fully detached in 2 pieces if kiyo does not want it to be on like a cloak or it gets pulled off. like the left drawing
really wanted to make kiyo dress kinda like a stripper for his hero outfit, but i couldn't make him not look gay with a design that i liked, so it'll probably have the same idea as the gym uniform whenever I get to drawing it.