"Souko! How long are you gonna sleep, you idiot!"
"Oof! Good morning, Mom!"
A drilling body blow accompanied that shout. Thanks to that, I woke up bright and refreshed—I'm Midoriya Souko. A bashful middle school—wait, no, as of today I'm a high school student. A bashful, hip high school girl.
Bow down, virgins!
This hip, happening, young, trendy me is supposed to start attending the nation's most prestigious school, U.A. High School, starting today—but I overslept on the very first day.
Being late on day one would be bad! So I'm running full speed with bread in my mouth like it's morning. How careless of me!
"Oh? Could that be Souko?"
"Huh?!"
At the sudden voice, Souko got mildly pissed. No good, no good. A cute girl shouldn't be like that.
I fixed my expression and greeted them with a smile.
"Heya—oh, Kacchan's dad! Good morning!"
"Good morning, Souko. You're energetic this morning. You're going nearly 30 kilometers per hour—are you aiming for the Olympics?"
Kacchan's dad joked while looking at his car's speedometer. He seems like a serious, quiet person, but he's surprisingly frank.
"Oh come on! The Olympics are way too old school!"
"Hahaha, I suppose so. But you know, back before Quirks, about 36 kilometers per hour was the top speed. In that regard, you've got real potential, Souko."
"Thanks so much!"
Kacchan's dad is a busy man, so it's been a while since we talked like this. It's kind of fun. If only it weren't such a busy morning—we could chat over tea. Aww, too bad.
"By the way, Souko."
"Yes, what is it?"
"Want a ride part of the way?"
"Thank you so much!"
After Kacchan's dad gave me a ride partway (basically to U.A.), I met up with Kacchan, who came late by train, and we headed into the classroom.
Kacchan kept suspecting something about how I didn't end up late, but when I told him his dad gave me a ride, he snapped, "That damn geezer." What's up with you? Rebellious phase? Easy there.
When I opened the massive classroom door and went inside, there were already students who'd arrived, and our eyes met.
But no greeting. In front of me, no less—no greeting. Unforgivable. Should I teach them a lesson?
But, but! I'm a high school student now! I'm not a child who gets worked up over things like this. I'm a mature lady. I'll be the one to break the ice.
"Good morning, virgins! Smells pretty fishy in here—did you all wash your hands?!"
Guh! Someone fell to their knees. Actually, most of the male students seem to have taken damage. I mean, if you react now, you're basically admitting you're a virgin, but are you guys okay with that? I don't hate that kind of self-sacrificing style, though.
"Wait, what's wrong, Kacchan?"
For some reason, Kacchan was on his knees just like the other guys.
Are you going with that honest style too? Hm?
"Wait, Kacchan, were you actually a virgin? I didn't know."
"Huh?! That's not—I mean—it's not like that... well, it's not not like that... Damn it! Die!"
"Let's have a conversation, Kacchan."
Maybe Kacchan was a technical virgin. I'll avoid touching on it.
I'm not cruel enough to dig into poor Kacchan's old wounds, so I turned my gaze back to the classroom. Then I saw the uptight glasses guy from the entrance exam.
"Yo, uptight guy."
"! The shameless girl from before! So you passed too—no, of course you did. Someone who figured out that mechanism would naturally—"
"Huh? I don't really get it, but did you enjoy yourself?"
"Enjoy? What are you talking about?"
"At the entrance exam, remember? There was that girl you passed. You princess-carried her. She had pretty big boobs and was super soft everywhere else, right? You used her as material, didn't you? Come on, admit it."
"I did not!"
Somehow the classroom temperature dropped. Is the AC on?
What's U.A. doing? It's still spring! Seriously.
"How awful."
"That's terrible."
"The worst."
"That's not—I didn't do anything!"
As glasses-kun tried to make excuses, there was a loud noise from the classroom entrance. I looked to see what it was—there stood the unlucky girl, her face pale.
"Wait, I was—no way!"
"Wait, please! You've got it wrong!"
The unlucky girl ran down the hallway screaming, and glasses-kun chased after her using his Quirk. At this point, it looked like nothing but a stalker and his victim. Or maybe some kind of random attacker.
I quietly put my hands together and prayed at this situation that had gotten completely out of hand.
"Rest in peace."
"No, this is mostly your fault."
"Hm?"
I got called out while praying.
It's usually Kacchan who does this kind of thing, but from the voice I could tell it was someone else. When I looked, there was a red-and-white rice cake. A housewarming gift, maybe?
"Are you celebrating a new house or something?"
"If you're saying that while looking at my head, you're incredibly rude."
"Then maybe a wedding favor?"
"We're not celebrating anything, so get away from there. Also, this is from birth."
Oh, just a superhuman.
Makes sense, makes sense.
But being born a red-and-white rice cake is pretty hilarious. His comebacks are sharp too—yeah, he's an interesting guy.
"I'm Midoriya Souko. Nice to meet you."
"? I'm Todoroki Shoto."
When I held out my hand, he tilted his head but shook it firmly—what a good sport. His natural airhead quality makes him even more interesting. I like this guy. I want him as a friend.
"From today on, you and I are best friends."
"You're really pushy."
As I was deepening my friendship with Todoroki-kun, Kacchan exploded his way between us.
What's up, rebellious phase? Is this your peak?!
"What the hell are you getting so chummy for?!"
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to, red-and-white bastard?!"
Ooh, for some reason Kacchan seems to see Todoroki-kun as a rival. Is it one of those things? Can't accept him instinctively? Hmm?
Well, anyway.
"You're all having such a youthful time."
"Are you seriously saying that looking at this situation?"
"That girl's super punk."
"Everyone's having such a youthful time!"
After watching Kacchan vs. Todoroki-kun's heated battle for a while, the classroom door suddenly opened.
There stood glasses-kun wrapped in bandages, the unlucky girl with teary eyes, and a disheveled-haired old guy with dead eyes.
"Yes. On the very first day, a problem child appeared chasing after a girl. Couldn't you stop your classmate from going berserk? Thanks to you, the start of class was delayed by five minutes. Not rational at all."
Everyone froze, and in that moment, I said what came to mind.
"I'm Aizawa Shota. I'm your—"
"I, Aizu, have discovered a suspicious person! Anyone with a phone nearby, call 119 immediately! The suspect appears to be taking high school boys and girls hostage and barricading in the classroom! Ahhh, help me!"
At my signal, almost everyone grabbed their phones.
"Wait, you idiots. Stop. I'm your homeroom teacher. Also, if you call 119, you'll get an ambulance. If anything, call 110."
I see.
I did as he said and called 110.
"You there, idiot. Stop immediately."
Thwack—a good sound rang out, and my IQ dropped by 2.
"But you told me to call 110."
"Don't blame others, idiot. Think a little."
"True. That I'm cute is definitely a universal truth, no doubt about that."
Thwack—the second good sound rang out.
That actually hurt. My IQ dropped by at least 4.
"I had a lot I wanted to say... but I've lost the will. All of you, put these on and get to the training ground."
What the suspicious homeroom teacher pulled out was a gym uniform.
He's coming straight to me to hand it over, but I'm not stupid enough to accept things from suspicious people, so I pushed Todoroki-kun forward.
"...Oh."
"...Thanks."
After successfully completing the handoff, the suspicious homeroom teacher glared at me once, then looked over the whole class and spoke.
"Whatever, just change into the gym uniforms and get to the training ground. Five minutes from now, anyone not at the training ground is expelled. Especially you with the ponytail—expelled."
Dear Mother,
I don't have confidence I'll be able to graduate from this school.
Signed, Souko.