Chapter 10 ~ My name is Kurapika
The next morning, the sun over Musutafu was bright and unapologetically cheerful.
Kurapika walked through the towering front gates of U.A. High School. Around him, hundreds of students laughed, chatted, and rushed toward their respective classrooms. They were vibrant, full of life and naive dreams of saving the world. Kurapika moved through the sea of teenagers like a ghost, entirely detached from their reality. His U.A. uniform was worn perfectly, his golden blonde hair catching the morning light, but his gray eyes remained cold, focused, and completely empty.
As he navigated the crowded courtyard, his striking appearance did not go unnoticed. A small group of girls from the General Studies department paused their morning chatter, their eyes instinctively following his silent, elegant stride.
"Hey, who is that young man?" one of them whispered, lightly nudging her friend's shoulder.
"I've never seen him before. Is he a first-year?" another murmured, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "He's... incredibly handsome. Look at his hair."
"Yeah, but his eyes are so intense," a third added softly, suppressing a shiver as Kurapika's hollow, gray gaze swept past them without registering their existence. "He looks like a prince out of a dark tragedy or something."
Kurapika ignored the hushed murmurs entirely. The fleeting admiration and mundane drama of high schoolers belonged to a world he had already buried. Without breaking his measured pace or acknowledging the whispers, he bypassed the bustling hallways of the first-year wing and headed straight for the central Administration Office.
He knocked twice before opening the heavy oak door.
Inside the spacious office, Aizawa was leaning against a filing cabinet, sipping coffee from a jelly-pouch, looking as miserable as ever. Principal Nezu was seated at his large desk, reviewing a stack of paperwork.
"Ah, Kurapika. Right on time," Nezu smiled, setting his pen down. "Your transfer files have been fully integrated into the system."
"Thank you, Principal," Kurapika said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
He then turned his gaze toward the exhausted homeroom teacher leaning against the filing cabinet. Kurapika paused, his posture straightening before he offered a small, deeply respectful bow.
"Mr. Aizawa," Kurapika said, his voice quiet but incredibly sincere. "Thank you for the meal last night. It was... very much appreciated."
Aizawa paused mid-sip of his jelly pouch. He didn't smile, but his dark, tired eyes softened just a millimeter as he looked at the boy's bandaged hands. He let out a low, dismissive grunt, looking away toward the window to hide any trace of softness.
"You can't survive my training on an empty stomach," Aizawa muttered dryly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Don't read too much into it, kid. Just make sure you burn those calories in the practicals today."
Kurapika didn't smile, but the gray in his eyes looked a little less like a frozen lake, and a little more like a quiet morning.
"I will," he promised softly.
Before Aizawa could reply, the heavy office door suddenly flew open with the force of a small hurricane.
"I AM HERE!" a booming, earth-shaking voice echoed through the room, rattling the windowpanes. "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON..."
Kurapika didn't flinch, but his eyes narrowed slightly as a mountain of a man stepped into the office. It was All Might, clad in his vibrantly colored, skin-tight Silver Age hero costume. The sheer physical presence of the man was staggering—he radiated an overwhelming aura of power, confidence, and blinding positivity.
All Might struck a heroic pose, his signature bright smile flashing, before he finally noticed the new teenager standing quietly in the room. The booming laughter dialed down slightly as the Number One Hero looked down at the boy.
"Ah! Shota, Nezu! Is this the young man I was briefed about?" All Might asked, his massive hands resting on his hips. He leaned in slightly, his sharp blue eyes studying Kurapika.
Despite All Might's overwhelming, radiant energy, the boy didn't show a single ounce of awe, excitement, or intimidation. The blonde teenager simply stared back with eyes as cold and gray as a winter sky. All Might felt a strange, unsettling chill. He had met many victims of tragedy, but this boy didn't look broken. He looked like a blade that had just been sharpened.
"Yes, All Might," Nezu confirmed. "This is Kurapika. He will be joining Class 1-A starting today."
"It is an honor to meet you, Young Kurapika!" All Might said warmly, offering a massive, thumbs-up. "I am teaching Foundational Hero Studies today! I hear your Quirk is quite the spectacle. I look forward to seeing your heroic spirit in action!"
"Likewise," Kurapika replied. His voice was perfectly polite, but entirely devoid of the reverence All Might was accustomed to hearing.
Aizawa rubbed his temples, already exhausted. "Since his enrollment was entirely last-minute, the support companies haven't even received his measurements for a hero costume. He will be participating in the standard U.A. P.E. uniform today."
"That is perfectly fine!" All Might boomed. "A hero's true strength comes from within, not from his cape! Shall we head to the classroom?"
Ten minutes later, Kurapika stood silently in the hallway outside the massive door labeled 1-A. Even through the thick wood, he could hear the chaotic, energetic shouting of his new classmates.
Aizawa slid the door open and stepped inside. The noise instantly died down as the students scrambled to their desks, terrified of their homeroom teacher's wrath.
"Settle down," Aizawa grumbled, walking to the podium. He didn't bother with a long, dramatic introduction. "Before we get into today's curriculum, we have a late transfer student joining us. Due to special circumstances, he was admitted through a private evaluation. He'll be your twenty-first classmate."
A wave of hushed whispers immediately swept through the room.
A late transfer? Already?Did he say private evaluation?
"Come in," Aizawa called out toward the hallway.
Kurapika stepped through the doorway. The classroom fell into a profound, stunned silence.
He walked to the front of the room with perfectly measured, silent steps. The sunlight from the large windows illuminated his golden blonde hair, but it cast harsh shadows over his sharp, composed features. The students' eyes immediately dropped to the thick, pristine white bandages wrapped securely around his hands and wrists, peeking out from beneath the cuffs of his gray blazer.
He picked up a piece of chalk and turned to the blackboard. With smooth, elegant strokes, he wrote a single name.
He turned back to face the twenty aspiring heroes. He didn't smile. He didn't offer a nervous wave. His gray eyes swept over the room, absorbing every face.
"My name is Kurapika," he said. His voice was calm, and carried a chillingly mature weight. "I look forward to studying alongside you."
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