The sun was starting to dip behind the horizon when Hikaro returned home, the sky painted in strokes of orange and deep blue. His apartment was small but clean, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood not far from Musutafu's city center. It wasn't much, but it was his. A place he had built for himself since waking up in this world, since deciding he wouldn't waste the second chance he'd been given.
As he kicked off his shoes and stepped inside, Hikaro noticed something different.
A single envelope sat neatly on the floor by the door, just inside the mail slot.
It was white, thick, and heavy — official-looking. His heart skipped a beat before settling into a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He knew what it was.
Slowly, he picked it up, feeling the weight of it in his hand. Across the front, bold gold letters spelled it out : U.A. High School - Admissions Department
He didn't tear it open immediately. Instead, he crossed the room, setting it carefully on the small table by the window. The last rays of sunlight filtered in, making the envelope glow faintly.
Hikaro stood there for a moment, studying it.
All the training, the battles, the sacrifices—it all came down to this.
But he wasn't afraid.
He sat down, taking a slow breath, and slid his thumb under the flap, breaking the seal.
Inside was a folded letter and something else—a slim data device. As he pressed the button on it, the projector flared to life, displaying a holographic image above the table.
Principal Nezu's cheerful face appeared, bright and animated as ever.
"Congratulations, Hikaro Tanaka!" Nezu chirped, his voice somehow managing to be both formal and gleeful. "We at U.A. were very impressed with your performance in both the written and practical portions of the entrance exam."
Hikaro leaned back in his chair, arms folded loosely, watching in silence.
Nezu continued, a little screen appearing beside him showing scores:
Combat Points: 50
Rescue Points: 26
Total: 76 Points
Second highest overall.
Only one person had scored higher—Katsuki Bakugo.
Hikaro's mouth twitched at the corner.Not bad.Not bad at all.
"You demonstrated exceptional strategic thinking, control over your quirk, and a strong commitment to protecting your fellow candidates," Nezu said warmly. "We believe you have great potential to become a top hero."
The hologram paused, then added, "Welcome to U.A. High."
The message blinked out, leaving the room silent once more.
Hikaro sat there for a long moment, letting it all sink in.
He had made it. He wasn't just surviving anymore. He was building something real.
Setting the device down carefully, Hikaro unfolded the letter. It contained more details: the date for the first day of classes, uniform instructions, a map of the campus. He skimmed through it quickly, his mind already racing ahead, thinking of what would come next.
Training. Growth. Rivals. Challenges that would push him to new limits.
He folded the letter neatly and set it aside, standing up to look out the window. The city lights were flickering to life, casting long shadows across the streets.
Somewhere out there, the future was waiting for him.
And Hikaro was ready.
One Week Later – U.A. High School, Class 1-A
The morning air was brisk as Hikaro stepped off the train, U.A.'s towering gates rising before him like a fortress. He wore the sharp blue uniform, the gold trim catching the early sunlight. His bag hung loosely over one shoulder, and he walked with easy, unhurried steps.
Students clustered around the entrance, nervous energy practically buzzing in the air. Hikaro ignored them, moving at his own pace. He didn't need to measure himself against them.
He knew where he stood.
Inside the school, he found Classroom 1-A.Thirty desks, neatly lined up. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in natural light. The future, laid out in clean lines and bright promise.
He chose a seat near the window again—habit, instinct. Always choose the ground that gives you options.
As the other students trickled in, Hikaro sat quietly, observing.
Bakugo arrived with a bang, practically kicking the door open, radiating cocky confidence .Midoriya came in next with Uraraka, clutching his bag tightly, his eyes wide and overwhelmed. Todoroki slipped in almost unnoticed, cold and composed.
One by one, the students of Class 1-A assembled.
The atmosphere shifted when their homeroom teacher arrived—a man wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag, his messy hair sticking out in all directions.
Aizawa Shouta.
He dragged himself to the podium, pulling the sleeping bag off with a grunt.
"My name's Aizawa. I'm your homeroom teacher," he said flatly. "Put these on."
He tossed gym uniforms onto the desk.
"We're doing a Quirk Assessment Test. Now."
Several students gasped. Uraraka raised her hand. "But, sir! What about orientation—?"
"If you want to waste time, go home," Aizawa said coldly. "This is U.A. We don't coddle students here."
A chill settled over the room.
Hikaro stood immediately, collecting his uniform without a word .Good. No empty ceremonies. Just action.
He was ready.
The future wasn't going to wait for anyone.