The gates of U.A. High School towered before Gohan, an impressive structure that seemed almost alive with the energy of the young students milling about. Each of them carried their dreams of becoming Pro Heroes, and now, Gohan was among them. His heart pounded—not out of fear but anticipation. He clenched his fists, feeling the faint hum of his Ki flowing through him. Today wasn't about proving himself as a Saiyan or as the son of a legendary hero; today, he'd start proving himself as Gohan.
As Gohan entered Class 1-A, the air buzzed with chatter. Familiar faces dotted the room, and his eyes instinctively sought Katsuki Bakugo, who stood off to the side, his signature scowl in place. They had met briefly during the entrance exam, and while Bakugo's personality grated on him, Gohan couldn't deny the strength the fiery teen possessed.He scanned the rest of the room until his gaze landed on a girl with dark purple hair and earphone jacks dangling from her earlobes. She sat in the middle row, her head bobbing slightly to music only she could hear. Curiosity tugged at him as he made his way over."Hey," Gohan greeted, giving a small wave. slightly adjusting his glasses to get a better look at herThe girl looked up, her sharp, violet eyes meeting his. She tugged her earphone jacks free and tilted her head. "What's up?" Her tone was casual, almost bored, but not unfriendly."I'm Gohan. New here." He scratched the back of his head, realizing how awkward he sounded. "What's your name?""Kyoka Jiro." She gestured to an empty seat beside her. "Take a seat if you want. You look like you're about to burst into a million apologies."Gohan chuckled, a little sheepishly. "I guess I am kind of nervous. First day and all."Jiro shrugged. "Don't sweat it. Everyone here's a bundle of nerves, whether they admit it or not. Even Bakugo over there, though he'd probably rather eat rocks than admit it."The mention of Bakugo drew a glance from the fiery teen, who sneered but didn't say anything. Gohan chuckled again. "I can believe that. He seems... intense."Jiro smirked. "That's putting it lightly. So, what's your quirk?""Uh... well, it's kind of hard to explain," Gohan began, trying to gauge how much he should share. "It's not exactly a quirk. More like an energy I learned to control.""Interesting," Jiro said, leaning forward slightly. "You'll fit right in, then. This place is full of weirdos, and I mean that in the best way."Before Gohan could respond, the door slid open with a sharp snap. The room fell silent as a man in a black capture weapon scarf strode in, his tired eyes scanning the class."Good morning, Class 1-A," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. You'll call me Eraser Head."Gohan could feel the tension in the room as Aizawa continued. "Today, we'll skip the formalities and get straight to business. You're here to become Pro Heroes, but that starts with understanding where you stand. We're going outside for a Quirk Apprehension Test."The class murmured in confusion, but Aizawa's sharp glare silenced them. "The student with the lowest score will be expelled. Now, suit up."Outside on the training field, the students of Class 1-A gathered, each dressed in their gym uniforms. Aizawa stood at the center, holding a clipboard."Each of you will perform a series of tests to measure your physical abilities, enhanced by your quirks. Strength, speed, accuracy, control—all of it matters," Aizawa explained. "Midoriya, you first. Throw this ball as far as you can, using your Quirk."Izuku Midoriya stepped forward, his face tense. He took the ball and powered up, his fingers crackling with energy. With a yell, he hurled the ball into the sky. Aizawa's device beeped."635 meters," he announced. The class erupted in awe and cheers.One by one, the students took their turns, each showcasing their unique abilities. Bakugo's explosive throw was particularly impressive at a distance of 706 meters.Then it was Gohan's turn. As he stepped forward, he felt the weight of every gaze on him. He took the ball, channeling his Ki into his arm, careful not to overdo it. With a controlled yell, he hurled the ball into the distance. The device beeped: 705.4 meters.The class fell silent, stunned. Even Bakugo raised an eyebrow, though his scowl returned almost immediately."Well done," Aizawa said, his tone unreadable. "Next test."As the tests continued, Gohan quickly realized that his stamina was still a weak point. His control over his Ki was improving, but some of the exercises pushed him harder than he expected. The 50-meter dash was a blur—literally—thanks to his Ki-enhanced speed. However, the grip strength test revealed that his arms were still recovering from years of inconsistent training.Jiro, who stood nearby, watched his performance with a mixture of interest and amusement. "Not bad," she said after he finished the long jump. "You've got some serious power, but you look like you're about to pass out."Gohan grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah, I've got a long way to go.""Well, at least you're not Bakugo. He looks like he's one bad score away from exploding."They both glanced at Bakugo, who was glaring at the scoreboard, muttering curses under his breath. The sight made Jiro chuckle, and Gohan found himself laughing along."Thanks," he said after a moment.Jiro raised an eyebrow. "For what?""For making this less nerve-wracking."She shrugged, but there was a faint smile on her lips. "Don't mention it. Just don't go all Saiyan rage on us or whatever."Gohan blinked in surprise, but Jiro was already walking off, her earphone jacks trailing behind her.The final test was a test of endurance, and by now, everyone was visibly drained. Aizawa called for the class to line up as he tallied the results."Before I announce the scores, remember: this is a Pro Hero course. Expectations are high. If you can't handle the pressure now, you won't survive the real world."The students held their breath as Aizawa scanned the list. "The lowest score belongs to... Minoru Mineta."Mineta visibly deflated, his usual cocky grin replaced by panic. "Wait! Please, Mr. Aizawa! Give me another chance!"Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "I said the lowest score would be expelled. However... that was a lie."The class let out a collective gasp, followed by relieved laughter and sighs. Gohan looked at Jiro, who rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. "Classic teacher move," she muttered.Aizawa silenced the class with a raised hand. "You all showed potential today, but this is just the beginning. You're competing against the best of the best. Keep that in mind."As the students dispersed, Gohan felt a strange mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. He had survived his first day at U.A., but more importantly, he had started to find his place among his classmates. Jiro's words echoed in his mind, grounding him.This was just the beginning, but for Gohan, it was a start worth fighting for. But before he did any of that, he needed to grab something to eat.