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The week after the exam had passed in a quiet blur.
Mornings were the same — simple breakfast, a short walk, the house staying just as still as always. But the afternoons and evenings had been different. Toru's texts came in fast and bright, and they'd hung out a few times, easy and low-pressure, the kind of friendship that didn't need big plans. It was nice. It filled some of the silence without trying too hard.
Friday morning found Cid at the kitchen counter, halfway through a bowl of rice and fried egg, staring out the window at nothing in particular.
A knock echoed from the front door.
He blinked, set the chopsticks down, and shuffled over in his slippers. When he opened it, a mailman stood there holding a small, plain package.
"Package for Kageno Cid. Need a signature, please."
Cid signed without a word, took the box, murmured a quiet "Thank you," and shut the door.
The second the latch clicked, he moved.
He hurried into the living room, stopping right in front of the framed photo on the low shelf — the one of ten-year-old him grinning between his parents. Heart beating a little faster than usual, he tore the tape open.
A small silver projector disk slid out and landed on the table with a soft clink.
Cid pressed the button.
The disk whirred to life. A beam of light shot upward, and the towering, smiling figure of All Might appeared in his muscle form, cape fluttering in the still air of the living room.
"HA Ha Ha!" The hologram boomed warmly. "I AM HERE… to deliver your results!"
Cid's visible eye widened just a fraction.
"Young Kageno! In the practical exam you destroyed an impressive number of faux villains, racking up a solid 100 villain points with that incredible mass-altering Quirk of yours! But what truly stood out was your rescue work. Four separate examinees owe their safety to your quick thinking and power — shrinking threats, clearing debris, stepping in without hesitation. That earned you a whopping 75 rescue points!"
All Might struck his signature pose, thumbs up shining.
"Combining both… you scored a total of 175 points! More than enough to secure your spot in U.A.'s Hero Course!"
The hologram leaned forward slightly, smile softening.
"You've got a rare and powerful Quirk, young man. But more than that, you showed heart. I look forward to seeing how far you'll go. Welcome to U.A. University… PLUS ULTRA!"
The image flickered, gave one last bright grin, and vanished.
The room fell quiet again.
Cid stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space where All Might had been. A slow, genuine smile crept across his face — small, tired, but real.
"…175, huh."
He glanced up at the photo. His parents smiled back at him, forever frozen in that sunny afternoon.
He reached out and gently straightened the frame, the way he always did.
"Guess I'm going after all."
Cid picked up the disk, slipped it into his hoodie pocket, and went back to his now-cold breakfast like nothing huge had just happened.
But the smile stayed.
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**Chapter 3: The Letter (continued)**
A few days after the acceptance letter arrived, move-in day finally came.
The brand-new Heights Alliance dorm building — a tall, modern structure built to house both Class 1-A and Class 1-B together — was a whirlwind of noise and color. Parents hauled boxes, students shouted directions, and colorful Quirks made light work of heavy lifting. Laughter mixed with the occasional frustrated yell when someone dropped something fragile. It felt alive.
Cid walked through the front doors with nothing but his usual black backpack slung over one shoulder. Everything he owned — clothes, a few books, the small collection of decorations he actually cared about — had been quietly shrunk down to the size of matchboxes days ago. They fit in one side pocket with room to spare. He didn't even look winded.
He scanned the crowded lobby, visible eye half-lidded in his usual calm. Then a familiar voice cut through the chaos.
"CID!!"
Toru Hagakure's floating uniform bounced up and down near the elevators, white gloves waving wildly. Her parents stood beside her—similarly invisible, their casual clothes hovering as if worn by ghosts: a floating blouse and skirt holding a lamp, and a suspended shirt and pants balancing a large suitcase. Toru's invisible face somehow radiated pure sunshine.
She waved him over so hard her sleeves flapped. "Over here! Come say hi!"
Cid gave a lazy two-finger salute and strolled across the lobby, dodging a floating couch carried by some 1-B kid's Quirk. When he reached them, Toru immediately latched onto his arm with both gloves.
"Hi hi hi! What have you been up to? You totally vanished after we got our letters!" She puffed out her invisible cheeks in an obvious pout, the fabric of her uniform shifting with the motion. "I texted you like three times and you only sent back one 'k' emoji. Rude!"
Her parents' floating outfits shifted in what seemed like polite chuckles. Cid offered them a small nod and a quiet "Nice to meet you," then turned back to Toru.
"Been… around," he said with a shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching. "House stuff. Naps. The usual."
Toru's gloves planted on her hips. "That's not an answer! And where's all your stuff? Everyone else is dragging like three suitcases and you're walking in with just that tiny backpack? Did you forget to pack or something?"
Cid glanced down at his bag like he'd only just remembered it existed. "Nah. It's all in here."
Toru tilted her head, the floating uniform somehow conveying pure confusion. "Wait… all of it? Like, clothes and everything?"
"Yep." He gave the backpack a light pat. "Shrunk it. Easier that way."
Toru gasped dramatically, gloves flying up to her invisible mouth. "That's so smart! And so lazy! You have to show me later — I bet you could shrink my whole room if I asked nicely."
Her mom's floating blouse leaned in slightly, the voice warm and smiling despite the invisibility. "It's nice to finally meet the boy Toru's been talking about nonstop. She says you're the one who made the zero-pointer look like a toy during the exam."
Cid rubbed the back of his neck, a little awkward but still calm. "It was… whatever."
Toru giggled and tugged his sleeve again. "Come help me carry this lamp upstairs? Pretty please? My room's on the third floor and Dad keeps pretending his back hurts."
Her dad's suspended pants shifted with a laugh. "Hey, I carried the heavy stuff!"
Cid looked at the lamp, then at Toru's hopeful floating gloves, and gave one of his rare small smiles.
"Sure. Lead the way."
As the four of them headed toward the elevators — Toru chattering excitedly, her parents asking polite questions about his Quirk — Cid glanced around the busy lobby one more time. Dozens of new faces, loud laughs, families saying goodbye. The energy was a lot. But for once the house didn't feel quite so far away.
He adjusted the strap of his almost-empty backpack and followed Toru into the elevator.
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