Chapter 19: The Wrong Door
U.A. High School was ridiculously massive.
The hallways were wide enough to fit a commercial airplane, and the ceilings were entirely too high. It was designed to accommodate students with mutant Quirks of all shapes and sizes.
To Roronoa Zoro, it was just a giant, confusing maze.
"1-A," Zoro muttered to himself, holding a crumpled piece of paper with his schedule. He looked up at a giant door with the letter 'C' painted on it. "Why the hell do they put the letters in the wrong order? I just walked past 1-F."
He had been wandering the halls for twenty minutes. He was already late.
He was wearing the standard U.A. gray uniform jacket, though he left it completely unbuttoned, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. His green haramaki was wrapped tightly around his waist, holding his three weapons. On his left hip rested the pristine white scabbard of the Wado Ichimonji, the blood-red sheath of the cursed Sandai Kitetsu, and the dull, black scabbard of a cheap katana he bought for two thousand yen at a pawn shop the day before.
He took a left turn, then a right, and suddenly found himself standing in front of a massive glass window overlooking the cafeteria.
"Damn it," Zoro growled, scratching the back of his green hair. "Whoever built this school is an idiot."
Inside Class 1-A, the atmosphere was already chaotic.
"Take your feet off that desk immediately!" Tenya Iida shouted, chopping the air with his stiff, robotic arm movements. "It is disrespectful to your classmates and to the great alumni who sat there before you!"
Katsuki Bakugo leaned back in his chair, his boots resting casually on the desktop. A nasty, aggressive smirk stretched across his face.
"Huh? Which middle school did you go to, you stuck-up extra?" Bakugo sneered, tiny sparks popping from his palms.
Izuku Midoriya stood frozen in the doorway, terrified of the loud blond boy. Beside him, Ochaco Uraraka was smiling brightly, recognizing Midoriya from the entrance exam.
Before anyone else could speak, the massive door to the classroom slid open with a heavy thud.
The room fell dead silent.
Zoro stepped into the doorway. His sharp, predatory eyes scanned the room. He didn't look like a high school student. With the three swords resting on his hip, the three golden earrings glinting in the morning light, and the intimidating scowl on his face, he looked like a mercenary who had walked into the wrong building.
"Finally," Zoro grunted, shoving his crumpled schedule into his pocket. "Found it."
Bakugo's smirk instantly vanished. His red eyes locked onto Zoro. The air pressure in the room seemed to drop.
"You," Bakugo growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, raspy whisper.
Zoro stopped walking. He turned his head slowly, locking eyes with the explosive blond. He recognized the loud kid from the entrance exam orientation.
"You're the Quirkless bastard who stole my spot," Bakugo said, standing up from his desk. Small explosions began to crackle violently in his fists, leaving trails of black smoke. "Eighty-four points. You think you're better than me because the teachers gave you some pity rescue points?!"
The rest of the class held their breath. Iida stepped back, sensing the sudden, overwhelming hostility. Midoriya started shaking.
Zoro didn't flinch. He didn't even drop his hand to his swords. He just stared at Bakugo with a look of utter, crushing boredom.
"I don't know who you are," Zoro said flatly. "But you're loud. Shut up before I give you a headache."
Bakugo's face twisted in pure, unadulterated rage. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
He lunged forward, raising his right hand to blast the green-haired swordsman into the wall.
"If you're just here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now."
A tired, muffled voice interrupted the chaos.
Everyone froze. They looked down at the hallway floor.
A man in a yellow sleeping bag was lying on the ground, slurping a juice pouch. He unzipped the bag and stood up, looking completely exhausted.
Zoro raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. So the underground hero is playing babysitter. This school might not be completely boring after all.
"It took you lot eight seconds to quiet down," Shota Aizawa said, stepping into the classroom. He didn't look at Bakugo. He didn't look at Zoro. He just walked straight to the teacher's podium. "Time is limited. You kids lack rationality."
The class scrambled to find their seats. Zoro walked to an empty desk near the back, pulling his chair out with a loud scrape. He sat down, ignoring the burning glare Bakugo was shooting at the back of his head.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you," he said in a tone that suggested he wasn't pleased at all.
He reached into his sleeping bag and pulled out a blue and white gym uniform.
"Put these on and head outside to the training grounds," Aizawa ordered.
"Outside?" Uraraka asked, raising her hand. "But what about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?"
Aizawa looked at her with cold, dead eyes. "U.A. is a freestyle school. As educators, we run our classes however we see fit. We don't have time for useless ceremonies."
He walked past the podium, heading back toward the door.
"Today, we are doing a Quirk Assessment Test."
The class erupted in nervous murmurs. A physical test on the first day?
Zoro stood up, grabbing the gym uniform from the desk. He looked out the window toward the massive dirt field outside. A feral, excited grin slowly spread across his face. He rested his left hand on the hilt of the Sandai Kitetsu.
A physical test.
Let's see what these 'heroes' are really made of.
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