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Class A1
"So who do you think our next teacher is going to be?" Kaminari asked, spinning a pen between his fingers. "Hero Basic Training sounds intense."
"Probably someone with actual field experience," Jiro said from her seat, one earphone jack absently twirling around her finger. She'd been sketching something in her notebook—looked like musical notes from where Anim could see.
"I just hope they're not as strict as Aizawa," Ashido called out tiredly from across the room. "I'm still recovering from yesterday's training."
"At least it's not another math exam," Sero added. "My brain can't handle any more of those."
Anim listened to the conversation while watching Jiro out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't participating much, but he could tell she was interested. Her head tilted slightly when people mentioned the practical aspects, and her pen had stopped moving.
"What do you think, Jiro?" he found himself asking. "Any guesses?"
She looked up, caught off guard by being addressed directly. "Um... someone with combat experience, probably. They wouldn't give first-years to someone inexperienced."
"Makes sense," he agreed.
"I just hope they go easy on us," Kaminari said. "This is only our second week."
The door burst open with enough force to rattle the windows.
"I AM... COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
All Might filled the doorway in his Silver Age costume, cape billowing dramatically despite the complete lack of wind. Half the class shot to their feet, Midoriya looked like he might faint, and even Bakugo sat up straighter.
Anim felt something stir in his memory—fragments of watching this exact scene play out on a screen in another life. But seeing it in person was different. All Might's presence was overwhelming, like being in the same room as a smiling natural disaster that had decided to be friendly.
"Whoa," Jiro breathed, her pen falling from suddenly slack fingers. "It's actually him."
"WELCOME TO THE MOST IMPORTANT CLASS AT U.A. HIGH!" All Might strode to the front of the room, his grin visible from space. "THINK OF IT AS HEROING 101! HERE YOU WILL LEARN THE BASICS OF BEING A PRO!"
He struck a pose that should have looked ridiculous but somehow came across as genuinely inspiring.
"And your first lesson begins with... A BATTLE TRIAL!"
The class erupted in excited chatter. Anim caught Mina's delighted squeal and Kaminari's enthusiastic "Yes!" But his attention was drawn to Jiro, who had gone very still in her seat. Her dark eyes were fixed on All Might, probably recalling seeing him on TV.
"BUT FIRST!" All Might continued, pressing a button that made sections of the wall slide away to reveal numbered compartments. "BEHOLD! THE GARMENTS THAT MAKE THE PROS!"
"Our Hero Costumes!" someone shouted.
"GET YOURSELVES SUITED UP AND THEN MEET ME AT TRAINING GROUND BETA!"
As the class rushed toward their costume cases, Anim found himself walking beside Jiro toward the changing rooms.
"You okay?" he asked. "You looked like you'd seen a ghost back there."
"Just... it's All Might," she said quietly. "Kind of surreal, you know? Like meeting a legend."
"Yeah." He paused at the entrance to the boys' changing room. "Nervous about the battle trial?"
Something flickered across her expression—not quite fear, but close. "A little. Combat isn't really my strong point."
"I bet you're better than you think."
She gave him a look that was half surprised, half skeptical. "... We'll see, I guess."
Twenty minutes later, they gathered at Training Ground Beta in their hero costumes. Anim had kept his simple—flowing white hakama pants with golden trim that allowed for unrestricted movement, dark arm guards with golden bands covering his forearms, matching leg wrappings wound around his calves, and sturdy leather sandals with golden ankle straps. The loose pants enabled high kicks, the guards protected his limbs, and the elevated footwear added stability—an ensemble built for traditional elegance over flashy heroics.
The costume left his torso completely bare, showing off the results of months of training with Kirishima. Not that he'd designed it that way on purpose, but the traditional martial arts aesthetic seemed to fit his abilities better than bulky hero gear.
"Damn, Anim," Mina whistled appreciatively. "Did you forget half your costume?"
"It's functional," he said, though he noticed several classmates taking second looks. Kirishima was similarly shirtless in his gear, and the redhead was getting his share of attention too.
Jiro's costume was more interesting than he'd expected—a black leather jacket over an orange shirt, with speakers built into her boots and gloves. It suited her somehow, that rock-and-roll vibe mixed with hero functionality. Though when she caught sight of his costume, she seemed to forget how to walk for a second.
"Looking good," he said as she joined the group, pretending not to notice how her eyes kept darting to his chest before snapping back to his face.
Her cheeks went bright pink. "Thanks. Yours is... minimalist."
"I like it simple."
Uraraka, who'd been walking over to join them, tripped slightly and had to catch herself. "Oh! Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was—" Her gaze landed on Anim's bare torso and her face went red as a tomato. "I mean, nice costume! Very... martial arts-y!"
"Thanks," Anim said, trying not to smirk at how flustered she'd gotten.
"EXCELLENT!" All Might's voice boomed across the training ground. "NOW THEN, FOR TODAY'S BASIC TRAINING WE'LL BE SPLITTING INTO VILLAIN AND HERO TEAMS FOR INDOOR COMBAT!"
He held up a script that looked like it had been written by a particularly dramatic ten-year-old.
"The scenario is this: The villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in their hideout! The heroes must either capture the villains or secure the weapon before time runs out! The villains win by protecting their weapon or capturing the heroes!"
Anim noticed how Jiro's hands clenched slightly at the mention of combat. She was definitely nervous, though she was hiding it better than some of their classmates.
"Teams will be decided by lottery!" All Might announced, producing a box with letters written on balls.
The drawing began, and Anim found himself oddly hoping he'd end up on the same team as Jiro. Not because he thought she needed protection—her costume and confidence suggested she could handle herself—but because he was curious to see how she fought.
The first team drawn was Midoriya and Uraraka as heroes. Then Bakugo and Iida as villains—that would be an interesting matchup.
"Team C! Anim and Jiro as heroes!"
Anim felt a small surge of satisfaction. Perfect.
"Team D! Kaminari and Yaoyorozu as villains!"
Jiro looked over at him, and for a moment her nervousness was replaced by something that might have been excitement. "Guess we're partners."
"Try not to get distracted by my costume," he said with a grin.
She sputtered, face going red again. "I wasn't—! I didn't—!"
"Relax," he said, bumping her shoulder gently. "I'm just messing with you."
"You're an ass," she muttered, but there was no real heat in it.
"Good luck," Uraraka called out as their team moved toward their respective staging areas, though she seemed to be having trouble maintaining eye contact with either of the shirtless boys.
"You too," Anim replied. "Try not to let Bakugo blow you guys up."
As they separated, Anim found himself looking forward to working with Jiro. There was definitely more to Kyoka Jiro than met the eye, and he was starting to think that might be a very good thing.