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Izuku Midorya was expecting many things out of his first day at U.A., it was his dream school after all. What he was not expecting was his childhood friend(?) Bakugou arguing with the stiff blue-haired man from the entrance exam first thing in the morning about the formers' conduct.
Looking around the classroom in more detail, it seems that the verdette had been one of the last to arrive due to him getting lost in U.A.'s labyrinthine hallways. His classmates varied wildly in how they reacted to the situation; some sat quietly in their seats, others chatted animatedly with one another, and a few appeared to be wary of the escalating argument between the two boys, there was also one that was… vibrating? Was that their quirk?
Before the quirk-obsessed boy could fall down the rabbit hole of his own thoughts, the girl that he had saved during the entrance exam from the gargantuan 0-pointer started a mostly one-sided conversation with the boy, introducing herself as Ochako Uraraka and thanking him profusely. The flustered Izuku barely managed to stutter out his own name before the blue-haired man, seemingly finished with his argument, strode over and introduced himself as Tenya Iida with a perfect 90-degree bow to Izuku.
It was then that a deep voice interrupted all conversation in the room. "If you're here to make friends, then I suggest you go home." Izuku looked towards the source of the voice and found… a bright yellow caterpillar? No, wait. It was just a scruffy man in a bright yellow sleeping bag.
The scruffy man walked up to the podium at the front of the room. "Eight seconds for you all to quiet down. Needs a lot of improvement. Anyway, I'm Shouta Aizawa, the coordinator of your hero-major classes for this semester, and likely future semesters as well. Now, everyone grab the gym uniform that has been provided for you, get changed, and meet me in gym gamma." After he finished, he grabbed a pile of nearly identical track suits and placed them on a nearby desk.
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The class had assembled at the gym, though from the look on Aizawa's face, it wasn't fast enough. He gave a short speech about how standardized physical examinations were outdated due to the use of quirks being banned, and that today's exercise would be those same tests, but with the free use of quirks.
"Alright, Quixote. Come up here and demonstrate the ball throw." At Aizawa's words, a small blonde girl, the one that was vibrating(?) in her seat earlier stepped forward into the outlined circle. Aizawa handed her the ball and stepped back. "Now throw it as far as you can."
The girl replied with a quick "Yes, sir!" as if she was in the military, got into a pitcher's stance, and threw the ball with such force that a small breeze could be felt. The ball itself was launched quite far, according to the reading that Aizawa's device showed; 216.8 meters. The rest of the class were either in awe of the distance or excited at the prospect of freely using their quirks. The excitement died down as quickly as it began once Aizawa stated that the lowest scorer would be unenrolled from all hero classes for having 'no potential'.
The class went through the tests with more fervor and determination than most had displayed before, though for some like Bakugou, that was never an issue. The students easily reached high scores with their unrestricted quirks, or in some cases, sheer athleticism. Izuku was having a field day watching the others' quirks in action, his habitual 'mutter storms' interrupted only by his name being called to take the tests.
Throughout the tests, Izuku noticed that one classmate of his didn't appear to be using their quirk, aside from himself, of course; the same girl that had demonstrated the ball throw earlier, Quixote, if he recalled correctly. Was she a foreigner? Why wasn't she using her quirk? Was it a simple physical enhancement? He was soon jolted out of his thoughts by Aizawa calling him for the ball throw.
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After a broken finger and a very awkward confrontation with Bakugou about his newfound quirk, the rest of the tests went without incident. The lowest scorer ended up being a small man with purple ball-like hair, reminiscent of grapes, named Mineta, who nearly broke down in tears at the prospect of being booted from the hero major, before Aizawa revealed the whole thing as a 'logical ruse' and dismissed them to get changed into their regular clothes and pick up their syllabi.
Most of them had similar schedules as the hero major had little flexibility in terms of its classes and time slots, though there was some difference due to some of the students already having credits for general education classes as well as a difference in the few elective classes they were allowed.
The rest of the day passed without incident as it was entirely general education classes. For some, it was a welcome respite from the hectic morning, for others, it was the most stressful part of being a hero major. Izuku was, of course, the former, having studied extensively to make up for his lack of quirk or physical strength until he met All Might, though his studious habits never left him, alongside many of his less desirable habits.
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After classes had wrapped up, Quixote found herself in her dorm room with little to do. Sure, she could re-read any of the dozens of hero magazines and interviews that rested upon her bookshelf for the nth time, and though she would never shy away from such a thing, the monotony of doing so had gotten to her, even if she would never admit it.
Her amber eyes locked onto one of the more peculiar items within the room, seeing as it was one of the few items that didn't feature the image of any hero. A Spanish guitar, well maintained, yet not so well used. She knew how to play, taking to the instrument like a fish to water, but between her physical training, studies, and obsessing over the latest issue of Heroes Monthly, she never had the time to properly practice.
Since she now had the time that she had previously lacked, she picked up the guitar off of its stand, sat down on the side of her bed, and began playing. Her fingers flew across the strings, playing a familiar yet unfamiliar tune. Her playing wasn't perfect due to lack of practice, yet she still lost herself within the melody, her strumming guided purely by instinct.
As time passed, Quixote slowly, yet noticeably, improved. Any and all errors in her technique had been corrected and forgotten. All good things, however, must come to an end, as Quixote was interrupted by the sound of knocking on her door.
Quixote snapped out of her trance and answered the door quickly, leaving the guitar on her bed. Upon opening the door, the small woman was met with a somewhat familiar face; another woman, a bit taller than Quixote herself, with purple hair and elongated earlobes, now dressed in loose, casual clothing.
"Ah, miss Jiro, correct?" Quixote asked. "Wherefore hast thou visited mine abode?" The aforementioned Jiro, one of the students of U.A. hero course 1-A, blinked in surprise, unused to Quixote's unique manner of speech.
"Uhm… come again?" She asked, not having understood a single word that the blonde had uttered.
"Wherefore hast thou visited mine abode?" Quixote repeated in nearly the exact same manner as before.
"In Japanese, please." Jiro flatly requested.
Quixote tilted her head slightly in confusion before she grasped the meaning of Jiro's words. She cleared her throat. "Why are you at my dorm room?" Her voice had seemingly lost its energy along with its whimsical and archaic speech pattern.
"Oh, well I just heard someone playing… was that Spanish guitar?" Jiro asked, eyeing the contents of Quixote's room, skimming over the ludicrous amount of hero memorabilia to find that there was, indeed, a Spanish guitar on the small woman's bed.
Quixote let out a small gasp. "My apologies, was I playing too loudly?" She was a bit nervous that she may have left a bad impression on one of her classmates, possibly more.
"Huh? No. Well, maybe. But I'm not angry about it." Jiro tripped over her words a bit. "I just wanted to know where you learned to play like that. I mean, it isn't exactly a common instrument around here."
Quixote thought for a moment. "Perhaps we should take this inside rather than the hallway." She moved aside, allowing the other woman entry. Jiro, realizing that their entire conversation thus far had been in a public space where any of their classmates could have walked by, blushed a bit before entering the merchandise-filled room.
Quixote sat on her bed, next to the focus of conversation, while Jiro sat in the desk chair, turning it around to face the room's occupant. "I fear I cannot answer thy query, miss Jiro. I have not been availed any formal training for mine instrument, I simply allow my fingers to flow naturally." Quixote had regained her odd manner of speech.
"So you're self taught, then?" Jiro asked, gradually being able to parse Quixote's words.
"That I am!" The blonde replied with enthusiasm.
"That's some talent." Jiro muttered under her breath. "So, where'd you even get the thing? Like I said, you don't see many of those in Japan."
"I knowe not. It had resided within mine home for as long as I am able to recall." Quixote attempted to remember where the guitar had come from to little success.
"So it's something your parents just had laying around?" Jiro noticed that the other woman began to have a downcast look the moment she had mentioned the blonde's parents. Her mind swam with the possible implications of that reaction before she decided to change the topic.
From then on, the conversation devolved into mundane things such as what electives they were taking or what their other hobbies were, Quixote's being incredibly obvious. Throughout the conversation, Jiro acclimated to Quixote's particular brand of weirdness and was careful to avoid any mentions of the latter's family or, possibly, lack thereof.
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[EXTRA: WHEREIN IS RECOUNTED DON QUIXOTE'S EXPOSURE TO THE HERO OF HEROES!]
Quixote found herself in front of the office of U.A. 's dean, Nezu. It was not the first time she had been summoned here, and yet those large doors remained imposing. She walked up to the doors, knowing that they would open before she even thought about grabbing the handle.
Sure enough, the doors opened, and she strode over to the dean's desk. "Tea?" Nezu offered.
"Gladly." Quixote accepted without hesitation, a feat that few people were capable of. As the chimera poured her a cup, she began the conversation properly. "Wherefore hast thou sent for me today, sir Nezu? Is aught amiss with mine results in sir Aizawa's apprehension test?" She asked. It was understandable, after all, it was a quirk apprehension test, and she…
"Nothing of the sort. I simply believed that this would be better done before your first proper heroics class." He then activated the intercom on his desk. "You may come in now."
Before Quixote could ask who was entering, the doors opened swiftly, a loud, booming voice accompanying them. "I AM HERE! AS YOUR HEROICS INSTRUCTOR!" That voice. Quixote would know that voice anywhere. But, it couldn't be. Could it?
She turned around towards the source of the voice. Only to be met with her idol in a garish pinstripe suit. "A-All M-Might? As mine, mine…" Quixote then slumped in her chair, fortunate enough not to fall on the floor.
"Will she be alright?" The top hero asked, concern lacing his otherwise boisterous demeanor.
"Oh yes, she'll be quite alright. Though I suspect that she will be out for quite a bit. She has quite the zealous love for heroes, you see, so meeting you, the number one hero in person. Well, you get the idea." Nezu assuaged the concerns of his newest teacher.
"Ah, I see. I suppose it was best to do this before my class tomorrow." All Might nodded in understanding, recalling a certain other student of his that had a very similar reaction upon meeting him for the first time.
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