Izuku was stirred from his reading in the classroom when a familiar, and vulgar, voice shouted in his ear.

“The fuck you doin’ here, deku?!?” The voice shouted, and Izuku turned to find a boy with hair styled into an explosion.

“Oh, hello Katsuki. I almost didn’t notice you, what with no earthquake warnings.” Izuku said as he looked the blond in the eye, completely flat in tone, “And the answer as to what I’m doing here is simple. I am reading. Now, kindly silence yourself lest I take such actions for you”

“I mean what the fuck you’re doing in the hero course, shitbag!” Katsuki shouted, firecracker explosions going off in his palms.

“Has your brain capacity been diminished in a similar manner as your hearing?” Izuku asked, “I am sitting here, reading, in a hero course classroom. The calculations should be fairly simple”

“How’d a quirkless shit like you get into the hero course?!?” Katsuki shouted, as he almost vaporised a table. Izuku just sighed as he pulled a scalpel out of his pocket and put it at Katsuki’s neck. That shut the blond bomber up.

“I got in because I deserve to be here. Unlike some students whose moral character is appalling” Izuku said, looking to another blond boy, who looked to be eyeing up some of the girls. “Now, leave me alone this year, and I won’t practice open heart surgery on you.” Izuku added, just as the bell rang. He cleaned the scalpel with a disinfectant wipe and returned it to its special pocket, before he walked to the door.

“Where ya goin’, deku?!?” Katsuki shouted, as Izuku put the disinfectant wipe into the bin.

“I have a class to get to. Hello, Aizawa-sensei” Izuku said, before he turned to the other blond boy. “If I catch you ogling the other students ever again, then I will castrate you. Without anaesthesia.” He threatened before leaving the room, donning a mask of a happy student as he walked down the hall. He didn’t need the other first years questioning him on the first day.

And so, he walked into the classroom for the Ultimates, and sat down in one of the seats. They didn’t use assigned seating, it was very much a pick wherever the fuck you wanna sit situation.

“Apologies for my tardiness, but there was an absolutely deplorable individual present when I passed class A” Celestia said as she walked into the classroom, “And one with enough, as they say, sticks up his ass, to create a bonfire”

“Yeah, I was just there to psyche them up. Honestly, I don’t see much potential in any of them. Maybe Yaoyorozu or Tsunotori from class B, but even then it’s not much” Izuku said, before Junko walked in. She was in a modified version of the standard school girl’s uniform, with a shorter skirt and the shirt deliberately undone with a tie that hung low to emphasise her cleavage.

“I swear if I find that bastard again, I’m gonna shove my foot so far up his fucking ass he’ll be tasting leather for a year” Junko grumbled under her breath.

“Let me guess. Blond hair, black lightning bolt design, pervert?” Celestia asked

“Damn right, what happened to him?” Junko asked.

“i threatened to cut his balls off” Izuku said, and Junko blanked for a few seconds, before she broke down in insane laughter.

“Alright, alright! Quiet down everyone!” The teacher said from the front of the room. “I’m sure you’re all excited, but we can’t be ruining the day just yet! I’m Chisa Yukizome, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher”

“I apologise on my sister’s behalf, Miss Yukizome” Mukuro said as she gave a slight bow, and the teacher smiled at her.

“Oh, no need for that, call me Chisa!” Yukizome said, “But enough of that, we’ve got a showcase to get to!”

“Showcase?” Junko asked.

“Why do you think all day is set aside for orientation? It’s so the students can know which ultimates are attending” Yukizome explained.