The day came—U.A. opening its gates to its new students. Ryūjin stood in his room, an inch taller than he previously stood. His thick hands adjusted a large blazer that fell over a white shirt held at the collar by a long tie.
On his legs, a thick pair of pants tailored to suit his large frames clasped neatly onto him. On his feet were a pair of thick shoes, black and shiny. Ryūjin turned to his tall mirror—his large shoulders and tall frame perfectly highlighted beneath the school uniform of U.A. High.
His long, large fiery red mane of hair fell wildly down his back—those beautiful burnt-gold irises glowing for a moment's notice.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
At that moment, three calm knocks came from outside his room. Surprised, he turned and walked towards it. He opened the door to see his mother looking directly at him with a gentle smile, a backpack large enough to be considered a duffel bag hung in one of her hands.
"I was expecting a tackle or maybe an ambush, you know?"
Bang!
A fist flew out wildly, connecting with his thick jaw. Ryūjin's face contorted into a smile, his canines flashing with a glint.
"Happy? You big oaf?" Viverion's face was shifting from gentle to controlled madness—that apple really didn't fall too far from the tree. You'd think she was a pure blooded Hanma if you didn't know the woman.
He lunged forward—his arms swinging around her in a wide bear hug. He squeezed gently as she giggled at the sudden attack of love, her motherly instincts kicking back in almost immediately.
"My sweet boy—you'll do so well today. Show them, you hear me? Show them the might of Iron."
He laughed wildly at her words, his eyes promising more than what was requested.
———
Ryūjin walked slowly—in the distance a large building, tall and mighty, stood erected. As he approached, U.A. High was soon drowned with a flood of students. People of all kinds, some with physical mutations—large and subtle—others with their Quirks more restrained in a less flashy way.
Chatters came from all over, students bustled with a nervousness that was understandable. Yet the excitement that lingered within their gazes as they glanced around, pointing fingers, discussing many things upon closer inspection of the school, couldn't be hidden.
Ryūjin reaches into his pocket, taking out a sleek black touch screen phone. His fingers moved as he opened his messages to see three separate messages. One was from his mother wishing him the best of luck, the other was from Izuku who said he was already inside.
The other was from Daisy. The two had been talking nonstop as he got to learn more about her. He appreciated her company wholeheartedly, they had reached a point where she could speak casually without getting flustered.
As he walked forward, his fingers moved at a steadied pace. His tall frame, at this point, had begun garnering attention. He wasn't paying them any mind, his feet keeping his body on track to where he needed to go.
Class 1-A.
Following the directions Izuku gave him, he reached in front of a large door that enclosed his classroom. Inside the chatter of students could be heard.
Clank!
The door slid to the side, the metal clinking against others alike as the classroom died down with heads turning. One by one, silence dropped by as eyes slowly widened—some in recognition, others with fascination.
"RYŪJIN!!" Three voices said aloud, synchronized.
Ryūjin walked in slowly, bag slung over his shoulder as he evaluated his classmates. In one corner was a certain spikey haired blonde with red eyes—the dude looked murderous from the get-go.
This was Katsuki Bakugo.
'Tch. Hanma Bastard.' He acknowledged before sinking deeper into his slouch, his hands deeper into his pockets.
To the other side, at the seat nearest to the window, a boy sat with heterochromia irises that seemed to evaluate his soul. His hair was a chilling white that bled into a fiery red.
This was Todoroki Shoto.
'Strong.' It was his first thought as he observed Ryūjin's impressive physique.
At this point Izuku, Ochaco and Mina flocked around him, greeting him excitedly.
"Thought you'd get lost on your way here, was going to send an expedition team for you if I hadn't seen you yet." Izuku laughed, his small yet noticeable canines and pearly whites on display for all to see.
"You wish, moss head!" Ryūjin said with a light jab to his shoulder.
"You really made it, Ryūjin!" The next was Mina, whose eyes sparkled with that same bubbly excitement. Ryūjin watched her with a grin.
"Yeah, it seems like you made it too, Mina!"
Ochaco laughed at the jubilant atmosphere, her nervousness melting away for a moment's notice.
"Morning Ryūjin-kun, you sure took your time!" Hearing her comment, Ryūjin scratched the back of his head with a chuckle.
"Nah, I just prefer to take it easy on mornings like these." He said with a calm smile.
From the distance, a teenager with short blue dark hair that fell into short spikey bangs at his forehead that wore a pair of glasses approached him in a robotic manner. His right hand lifted as he proceeded to chop the air repeatedly.
"Good morning my fellow classmate! My name is Tenya Ida! A pleasure to meet you!"
'T-This dude is way too intense..' Ryūjin thought.
"Yo, name's Hanma Ryūjin." He replied casually.
"Wait, THE Hanma Ryūjin?! You scored the highest in the Practical Exam!" Ida recognized him immediately.
Hearing this many of the onlookers widened their eyes. On the side, a fair skinned girl with a delicate face—black hair that was long and cascading and eyes as black as night—observed Ryūjin entirely.
Then they passed back to Izuku. Both were undoubtedly the biggest in the class with Ryūjin being somewhat bigger than Izuku.
She approached, almost fascinated by their muscular density and appearances.
"You both scored the highest in fact. Is that not correct, second place holder, Izuku Midoriya-san?" She turned to him pointedly.
Some who had forgotten the rankings due to the excitement of their first day of U.A. High instantly registered why that name was so freaking familiar to them prior to his earlier appearance within the class.
"OUU!!!"
"NOW IT MAKES SENSE!!"
"First and Second!! And their freaking rivals!"
Ryūjin and Izuku laughed at their intensity whereas a raging bull and a brooding hot-sicle looked on with equal amounts of intensity, assessing the reality of it.
Bakugo however, was far more open to public speech than Shoto. "THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT, DEKU?!"
Bakugo's loud and murderous tone easily silenced the gossiping students—heads beginning to turn slowly towards the class' third place holder.
"Deku..?"
"Who is he talking about—Is it Izuku-san?"
"Oh so even they know each other…"
Murmurs and whispers opened up and died down in rushed states between persons as eyes shifted back and forth between the two.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SPECIAL BECAUSE YOU SCORED SECOND PLACE HUH?! AND YOU! YOU DAMNED OGRE BRUTE, YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT DON'T YOU?!"
It was intense, Bakugo's Quirk manifested with a sickening promise of destruction. Crackles spawned around his palms as he walked towards the two who towered over him.
Ryūjin stared at him. Long and hard, his eyes unrevealing the coldness that was layered beneath that burnt-gold. Izuku however, was indifferent. He was not provoked. But he did decide to show off a bit.
His body tensed, his muscles tightening as an emerald aura encircled him. A suffocating pressure swung out in a chaotic flurry. Ryūjin, seeing his brother's decision, decided to do something similar.
'Ogre, huh? So in this life, I may inevitably conquer your title, Yujiro?!'
His thoughts swirled as his muscles moved with far more control and heaviness than Izuku's. The aura? It was one of absolute chaoticness. It wasn't Quirk related or enhanced by equipment.
Purely biological.
In that moment, the suffocating pressure magnified. A pure and undeniable feeling of inferiority slammed into all those surrounding. It was as though a violent, biological apex predator had declared its presence atop an undeniable food chain.
DOOM!
'T-This pressure agrees with the darkness…' A bird-faced student, Fumikage Tokoyami said with trembling knees.
His Quirk, Dark Shadow dancing beneath his feet with recognition of a force as dark as itself.
Ochaco, Momo, Ida, Mina, Kirishima, Tsuryu—everyone, they felt it. They felt how utterly small they were in front of these two giants.
And Bakugo?
For the first time in his life, he felt something primal. Something beyond simple nervousness.
Fear.
"Kacchan, or so I used to call you, no? It's way too early to be this damn loud." Izuku's voice was cold, his eyelids drooped.
Ryūjin smiled, his canines flashing with a terrifying predation. Izuku stepped forward, his tall frame shadowing those around him. With every step, knees buckled further, eyes trembled.
"W-whats going on..?!" Ochaco asked, terrified.
"I-Is this t-there Quirks?!" Mina was in a daze, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"T-This is so freaking manly!" Kirishima was—well he was Kirishima.
However, Todoroki gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with terrifying recognition.
'T-This is U.A's first and second place winners..? Good, I expect no less!' His heartbeat quickened—he had a new goal.
To surpass these two.
Izuku reached Bakugo, his arms lifting as his muscles tightened even further. Bakugo resisted then, his eyes shrunk into pinpricks as his Quirk spawned once more, this time around his entire frame.
Click.
Bang!
"Enough."
Heavy and filled with authority. A voice absolute, cut through the tension like a knife would to butter. The auras were dispelled immediately, Ryūjin pulled back his own whereas Izuku's was cut off abruptly.
His eyes widened as he turned around slowly. The classmates' breaths returned to them one by one as everyone stood up slowly, though their knees would shake ever so slightly.
Bakugo's Quirk vanished as well, the situation now colliding with reality as his eyes also turned to where Izuku's head had now faced.
At the front of the classroom, where Ryūjin was closest to, a short sleeping bag that stood on its own hopped closer to the teacher's seat whilst shifting its gaze between a certain three students.
Inside the sleeping bag was a man whose eyes glowed an eerie red. His hair was long and black whereas his face held a tired expression.
"You damn brats. Hanma, Midoriya. Do you want to mentally demolish your classmates? And you, Katsuki. Learn to properly control that mouth of yours. Almost got you eaten alive, kid."
His eyes flashed around as those words fell. Ryūjin went ahead first, his head bowed slightly in respect as he greeted. "Good morning sensei."
At those words, the silence was ultimately demolished.
"WHAAAATT!?!?!"
"T-THIS CATERPILLAR MAN IS OUR TEACHER?!"
"WHAT THE HELL, HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HE WANTS TO BE HERE! IS THIS ALLOWED?!"
Ida came after, his expression stiff and a bit uncertain as his hands chopped forth robotically.
"Sir! With all due respect, you mustn't impersonate a member of staff like that! It's bad for your image!"
He turned towards Ryūjin next, not giving Aizawa any time to respond, "And you! Falling for such deception! I expected more fro—"
"Damn it four eyes, you're also as loud as the boom box." Izuku had appeared behind him, one of his large hands silencing Ida's mouth as his eyes met with Aizawa's.
"You—erased my Quirk earlier, didn't you?" His words drew the attention of all those around them. Even Shoto began being more attentive at that mention.
Izuku continued as he pushed Ida back with a bit of force as walked towards Ryūjin's side, recognition flashing within his emerald colored eyes.
"You're the underground Hero, Shota Aizawa. Professionally known as Eraser Head!" Izuku said with a wide and bright grin.
His head then dipped as Ryūjin slapped him behind his head aggressively. He immediately remembered his manners as he greeted Aizawa with utmost respect.
Though there wasn't much footage of Aizawa on the move, there were reports from his defeated villains that were rushed and approached by the media as they were left by him to be retrieved by the police.
They always trembled when they mentioned those glowing red eyes, and that terrifying martial expertise. He was a major inspiration for some of Izuku's moves within his very own Martial Art.
At this point, Aizawa had dropped his sleeping bag revealing his lean figure below. The iconic scarf wrapped around his neck was on full display—his hair that was hovering soon started dropping low whereas his red eyes were beginning to flicker in and out of its reddened state.
His gaze lingered on Izuku. He hadn't expected to be recognized so quickly though he ultimately came to terms with that. He sighed towards them.
"It took you guys over an entire minute to settle down, including my intervention. If you're here to make friends or be brawlers—hit the damn streets."
His words were cold, but they were effective. The students, excluding Ryūjin and Izuku, shot back into their seats frantically. Ryūjin laughed, he knew what was to come and somehow Izuku felt it too.
"Hahaha! Aizawa sensei, just cut to the good stuff. From your disposition I already can tell you're not one for high-school theatrics!"
His words drew concern from the students around. Mina's face palmed herself whereas Ochaco and Ida nervously bit onto their fingernails.
However what followed next was not what they expected in the least. A creepy smile bathed Aizawa's face at that moment as his eyes flickered with a strange light.
"Good. At least some of you are here to actually prove yourself. Since we've wasted time already, hurry up and head to your locker rooms. Get dressed and meet me out on the field. We're going to do a Quirk assessment exam."
—Stunned.
"W-What?! But what about orientation and stuff..?" The nervous brunette, Ochaco asked.
Aizawa shook his head as his eyes turned to her, "This is U.A. not some backwards run of the mill high school. Those things don't matter. Enough questions. You have ten minutes. Dismissed."
And just like that, Aizawa turned and headed for the door as he dragged his sleeping bag behind him. The students around him looked at him with slack jaws and twitching eyes.
'THIS GUY!' They all thought simultaneously.
Izuku laughed as he slapped Ryūjin's shoulder. "Haha that guy is as fun as I imagined he would be!"
So they turned and left, all heading towards their locker rooms. In the boys' locker room, the guys gathered around momentarily appreciating one another's build.
"Woah…Ryūjin, dude, you're absolutely jacked! And you too Izuku! What the hell were you guys training for?!"
A/N: A certain deformed nutsack headed man. That's who💔😭
Kirishima laughed as his eyes sparkled with a manly fervor. He appreciated hard work like this with utmost respect. The other guys all agreed with his words.
A fellow with tape ejectors for elbows couldn't help but ask for their split, whereas another student with a massive tail and another with six arms chimed in as well.
"Come on: Sero, Ojiro, Shouji—I'll give you guys some tips after field day. Let's hurry up and get to Aizawa sensei. We already wasted some time earlier." Ryūjin said with a chuckle.
The guys nodded as they finished suiting up. Ryūjin got into his tracksuit, his muscles bulging beneath the fabric. In mere moments they were out on the field. The girls had arrived here moments before them, showcasing their timeliness.
Aizawa huffed a sigh as the boys finally settled in. He turned, his figure a bit straighter than before.
"Today we'll be testing your Quirks and its versatility." His tone was serious, his eyes bloodshot. He no longer carried that sarcasm at this moment.
The words hung within the air with a heavy tension—a lot of students got nervous at the sound of being tested though they were eager to show their capabilities.
"Softball throwing, the 50-meter dash, the standing long jump, endurance running, grip strength, side to side stepping, upper body training and seated toe touches.
These are what you will be applying your Quirks to. The average middle school fitness course, just this time—you're giving it your actual all.
This country still insists however, on prohibiting the use of Quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's entirely irrational."
Aizawa spoke in a controlled tone of sternness, his expression unchanging despite his seriousness. The students around listened intently, realizing that this was more than a simple show of power. It was something that was meant to properly allow their teacher to assess their potential.
He turned, his fingers lifting as it faced Ryūjin.
"You, Hanma. You scored highest in the physical exam, right? Tell me, what was your highest rating during middle school with the softball throw?"
All heads turned to Ryūjin, their eyes focused and filled with curiosity.
Ryūjin smiled as he replied, "135 meters, I think."
That did it. The silence was broken by Kirishima as his eyes widened to the size of oranges.
"Holy damn! T-That's simply insane man!"
Momo looked at Ryūjin as though he was actually a monster. Her face contorted as she thought to herself, 'T-That's ridiculous—and it would be impossible if he did not use his Quirk. So how..?'
Aizawa glared at them as they settled down before he spoke to Ryūjin once more.
"Impressive. Use your Quirk and attempt the softball throw here. Do not hold back, give it everything. Am I clear?"
"Yeah, Yeah. Give it here." Ryūjin said as he walked forth, hands hanging loosely from his sides. Aizawa threw the softball as he caught it in his right hand. He then stepped into the line, positioning his body with mechanical precision.
He let out a quiet breath as his muscles suddenly began to coil. They churned and hardened into something unbreakable. As he cocked his hand back, a thick grayish white aura rose from his skin, a sign of his Hanma Bloodline being triggered.
The air around him twisted, his eyes lost its pupils as his white sclera took dominance. The surrounding students sucked in breaths of their own, holding it as they watched on.
"Cover your ears." Aizawa said to his students as he took a few steps back, meters reader in hand.
The students raised an eyebrow but did as they were instructed to. Izuku on the other hand. Knowing his best friend's capabilities, he ended up grabbing Mina and Ochaco as the three of them proceeded to step back even further than the others.
Ryūjin smiled as his right arm flung forth with speed akin to a flying jet. A sickening, bone crunching crackle then followed soon.
C-Crack!
BOOM!
Followed by a terrifying boom. Several large rings of compressed air formed behind the blurring softball as large, sharp and devastating gusts of wind shot up around Ryūjin's figure.
Students yelled as they fought for footing. They were pushed back to Izuku and the others' position as Aizawa retreated calmly—his eyes glued to the tracker in his hand.
"2,576 meters. It most likely landed past Mount Kumotori. But I didn't see any applications of a Quirk—Do you think I'm a fool, Hanma?"
Silence.
The words were simply too unfathomable to even think about. From Mina and Ochaco, to Momo and Tsuyu—Every single one of them had their mouths agape.
"W-WHAT THE HELL?!?!" First it was Bakugo, then? It was the entire class.
They felt thrown off. From the shock of the ball's distance to the realization and understanding that a Quirk was not activated.
Even Izuku, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He couldn't fully understand his teacher's words at the end.
And Aizawa? He wore a creepy smile, a disturbing one. A dark shadow blanketed his eyes as it flickered in and out of a blood colored state.
"Interesting brat you are, Hanma Ryūjin!"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!