July 26, 2266 — Random Uninhabited Island in Pacific Ocean
As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, bathing the world in its golden glow, Hayato floated leisurely in mid-air, hands in his pockets, as if standing on some invisible platform. He let out a dramatic sigh worthy of a shoujo protagonist, watching the breath taking scene unfold before him.
"Beautiful… utterly majestic…" he thought, feeling oddly philosophical for someone hovering a few hundred meters above the ground.
And then the thought hit him.
"Wait a second… wasn't I supposed to be in Antarctica right now?"
His brow twitched. Somewhere between what was supposed to be a "simple" morning jog and a casual leap, he had apparently taken one slightly too enthusiastic step… and overshot Antarctica entirely. Now, instead of penguins and icebergs, he was surrounded by palm trees and crystal-blue waves.
He stared down at the island below, deadpan.
"…Yeah. This is definitely not Antarctica."
He let out another sigh, this time less dramatic and more I-can't-believe-this-is-my-life. At this point, accidental continental travel had become just another Tuesday for him.
This time, with his system's navigation finally doing its job, Hayato returned home without incident, silently vowing never to repeat today's continental detour.
After a quick shower and breakfast, he bid his parents farewell and set off for U.A. High. Rather than bother with traffic or the main gates, he simply took to the skies, cutting through the morning air like it was the most natural thing in the world. Reaching the school, he slipped in through the upper window of his classroom with practiced ease.
Thanks to the system's assistance, he managed to bypass all the school's security sensors completely—no alarms, no detection, nothing. A wise move, considering the front entrance was already swarming with reporters eager to tear into anyone who so much as mentioned All Might.
The day started out relatively normally—if you could call watching some of his classmates get absolutely decimated by a particularly aggressive female reporter from the HNA News Channel "normal."
Sometime later, I sensed Shigaraki lurking near the front gate, inspecting U.A.'s security barrier through a portal opened by Kurogiri. I raised an eyebrow at the sight but didn't intervene; there was no need to stir the pot just yet.
A short while after that, my classmates trickled into the room, buzzing with energy as they recounted the chaos outside. Apparently, the front gate was swarming with reporters, and everyone had a good laugh at the ridiculous questions and awkward answers they'd witnessed.
Eventually, Aizawa-sensei entered, greeting us with a tired "good morning" in his usual deadpan tone. His eyes practically screamed, "I can't be bothered." He started by giving his critiques and encouragement regarding yesterday's battle trials—some sharp, some surprisingly fair. But then his expression hardened.
"Now, let's get down to homeroom business," he said.
The entire class tensed, bracing for another surprise test. Instead, Aizawa continued in his monotone, "We need to pick a class president and a vice president."
A collective sigh of relief spread through the room. Finally—something that resembled a normal school activity. Excitement broke out almost immediately, with students shouting over one another about how they were destined to be the next class representative.
When the noise reached critical levels, Ida stood up, raising his hand like a model student. "Being a class representative is a serious responsibility!" he declared passionately.
"It requires someone with leadership, integrity, and the trust of their peers. Therefore, we should decide this democratically—through voting!"
Aizawa blinked slowly, clearly just wanting this over with. "I don't care. Just get it done quickly," he muttered as he got into his sleeping bag.
After a few minutes, the election results were announced:
Hayato Kurogane — 5 votes
Momo Yaoyorozu — 4 votes
Izuku Midoriya — 3 votes
Ida Tenya — 0 votes (Just noticed that this guy's name was lda and not lida)
Seeing my name at the top of the list honestly caught me off guard. I hadn't exactly gone out of my way to socialize with anyone so far—unless you count showing off my strength and maintaining basic politeness as socializing. Apparently, that was enough to secure a comfortable lead.
I couldn't help but notice Ida's tragic "0" glaring back at us from the board. Even in this reality, he couldn't escape his fate. Poor guy.
As I glanced around, everyone's eyes were fixed on me, waiting for some grand declaration befitting their newly elected class president. Naturally, I responded in the only sensible way: by handing the position over to Ida.
Momo looked a little disappointed at my decision, but honestly, I had zero interest in the job. Being class representative came with way too much paperwork and responsibility, and I wasn't about to waste my precious time doing committee work when someone perfectly suited for the role was sitting right there.
Unsurprisingly, Ida initially refused. Despite his very obvious yearning to be president, he shook his head solemnly. "The position was decided by a fair vote," he insisted. "Since everyone believes you should lead, Hayato, it's only right that you accept it."
Well, if he's going to be that serious about it, who am I to argue? With a shrug, I stood up, gave a brief "thank you" speech that probably sounded cooler in my head than it did out loud, and officially accepted the role.
And with that, the morning classes wrapped up uneventfully. The bell rang, and it was finally lunch time.
While eating lunch with the others in the cafeteria, I suddenly sensed Shigaraki lurking among the reporters outside. His decaying touch spread across the sturdy gates of U.A., turning metal into dust like sand slipping through fingers.
Without making a scene, I subtly expanded my domain, slowing him down just enough—not to stop his plan, but to give the staff a hint that something unusual was happening.
Eventually, Shigaraki broke through the final layer of defense. The moment the barrier fell, the reporters swarmed in like a school of hungry sharks that had just scented blood. Sirens wailed across the campus, signaling a Level 3 emergency, and chaos erupted almost immediately.
Just like in the canon, panic spread like wildfire. Students flooded the hallways, pushing and shoving toward the exits as the alarm blared. In the middle of this chaos, Ida, with the help of Ochaco, floated above the crowd.
Activating his Engine Quirk mid-air, he spun a full 360 vertically—only to become dizzy and face-plant directly into the wall above the exit sign.
Unfazed by his bruised dignity, Ida quickly shouted that the "emergency" was just reporters breaching the wall, and urged everyone to calm down. After repeating himself several times with admirable determination, the crowd finally settled. Midoriya started clapping for Ida, inspired by his leadership.
Meanwhile, I watched from the back of the crowd with the satisfied smile of a mastermind whose scheme had gone exactly as planned. I had deliberately chosen not to interfere to give Iida the chance to shine—cementing his role as class president without him feeling unworthy of the position.
Still, when I glanced at the third-year students nearby, a faint trace of disappointment flickered in my eyes. They should have been the ones calming the juniors, not panicking like the rest. But, well… not my problem.
Outside, Present Mic whispered heatedly to Aizawa, contemplating whether he should beat up the reporters for destroying the gate and barging onto school grounds. Aizawa, ever the voice of reason (and laziness), dissuaded him. "Not worth it," he said flatly.
As usual, the police arrived fashionably late—just after all the excitement was over, like in every movie ever.
Once the situation calmed down and everyone returned to their classrooms, I stepped up to the podium. Giving Ida a quick round of praise for his quick thinking, I formally offered him the position of class president, which he finally accepted with a proud smile.
I smiled too—the heavy burden had successfully been lifted from my shoulders.
With me stepping back, Momo also withdrew from the position, and the role of vice president naturally fell to Izuku. He stood up nervously, stammering, "I-I won't let everyone down," earning a few encouraging smiles from his classmates.
Later, in front of the school gate, Principal Nezu, Space Hero Thirteen, and Recovery Girl stared solemnly at the decayed remains of the U.A. barrier. The fact that someone had disintegrated their defenses so easily unsettled them, and they resolved to be extra vigilant for the upcoming Hero Basic Training class.
Back in Class 1-A, once the roles were finalized, Aizawa appeared in front of the class with his usual sleep-deprived, deadpan expression.
"I have some news," he said, making everyone straighten up in anticipation. "This afternoon's class will be held with three instructors—me, All Might, and another new instructor."
The students buzzed with curiosity, wondering what was in store. Aizawa didn't keep them waiting.
"It's a rescue training class," he revealed.
Excitement exploded through the room. It was something new—something that felt genuinely heroic. Everyone started speculating about what kind of disasters they'd be facing, voices overlapping in eager chatter.
"Hey, I'm not done," Aizawa cut in, raising his voice slightly. "You can choose whether or not to wear your costumes for this class. Some costumes limit mobility or aren't suited for rescue scenarios. The training will be held off-campus, so we're taking a bus. That's all. Start getting ready."
The class scattered to change into their costumes. Midoriya slipped into his P.E. clothes—the same outfit from the Quirk Apprehension Test.
"Midoriya, you're not wearing your costume?" Uraraka asked.
He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Oh, it got ripped during the battle trial yesterday. The company hasn't finished the repairs yet, so I'm going with this for now."
My own costume remained the same: a sleek, silver Quicksilver-style suit that looked straight out of the X-Men movies.
Once everyone was ready, Ida suddenly blew a whistle out of nowhere—nobody was quite sure where he'd gotten it—and began directing everyone into the bus with the efficiency of a military officer, taking attendance with gusto. We chuckled at his boundless enthusiasm.
However, the moment he climbed onto the bus, his face fell. The interior wasn't a standard bus; the seats were arranged facing each other with their backs to the windows. His perfectly organized seating plan shattered instantly, leaving him awkwardly flustered.
After a while, everyone began chatting. Asui started by casually remarking that Midoriya's Quirk was very similar to All Might's, which made him squirm uncomfortably. Instead of denying it properly, he mumbled something about it being "different."
Kaminari, as usual, mocked Bakugo, sparking a loud swearing competition. Momo frowned disapprovingly at their vulgarity, while I simply chuckled, watching the lively chaos unfold.
While everyone was busy chatting, I quietly activated one of my long-range abilities. Expanding my domain just enough, I began subtly suppressing certain villains—slowing them down until they were practically frozen in place, like statues from one of the old children games.
I focused primarily on those lingering around Musutafu, especially near All Might, making sure he had enough energy to handle today's class and keep the Nemu units in check without my direct involvement. It was all very subtle, seamless—an invisible hand guiding the flow of events without anyone noticing.
As all of this quietly unfolded, the bus finally rolled to a stop. The moment we arrived at USJ, Aizawa's deadpan voice cut through the chatter.
"Alright, everyone. Calm down and get off the buses," he ordered, his eyes scanning the group with unmistakable authority.
As everyone quickly disembarked from the bus, the enormous dome-shaped building came into full view. Waiting outside was another top pro hero: Space Hero Thirteen, who greeted us with a warm smile.
"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!"
"It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The chivalrous pro who's rescued countless people from disasters across the world! Woo-hoo! Thirteen is one of my favorite heroes!"
Thirteen led us into the dome, her excitement infectious. "I can't wait to show you what's inside!"
Once inside, Kirishima's eyes widened. "Holy crap! It looks like… some kind of amusement park!"
Thirteen chuckled and gestured around the facility. "This place includes a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire, a windstorm, and more. I created this training center to prepare you for all sorts of disasters. I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, but you can just call it USJ!"
The students buzzed with excitement, imagining the extreme scenarios they were about to face.
As everyone was caught up in the excitement, Aizawa leaned toward Thirteen and quietly asked where All Might was. She replied, "He ended up saving a couple of people nearby and is currently resting in the lounge. He'll join us soon."
Sure enough, a minute later, All Might made his entrance. Wearing his silver-age suit, he struck his signature heroic pose, muscles bulging impressively, and greeted us with his booming, cheerful voice.