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Cid's eyes cracked open to the unfamiliar ceiling of his dorm room. No alarm — he'd forgotten to set one — just the faint light filtering through the curtains and the distant hum of activity from the commons below. His first morning at Heights Alliance. No routine yet, just the haze of half-sleep clinging to him like a blanket he didn't want to shake off.
He rolled out of bed with a low grumble, feet hitting the floor heavily. His U.A. uniform was hanging in his closet, but putting it on felt like too much effort. He tugged the slacks on, buttoned the shirt halfway, and slung the blazer over one shoulder like a cape. The tie hung untied around his neck, dangling loose. Hair a complete mess, plain black eyepatch slightly crooked. He looked like a zombie who'd lost a fight with his closet.
Yawning, Cid shuffled out the door, down the stairs, and toward the community kitchen. His steps were slow, dragging, eyes barely open. The dorm was already awake — a few students chatting in the lounge, the smell of toast and coffee in the air. But it all blurred into background noise. Sleep. He needed more sleep.
In the kitchen, Momo Yaoyorozu was already up, neatly dressed in her uniform, pouring hot water for tea. She noticed Cid immediately — the way he zombie-walked in, blazer hanging off one shoulder, tie a forgotten noose. Her expression softened with concern.
"Kageno-kun? Are you alright? You look… a bit disheveled. Do you need help straightening up?"
Cid paused at the fridge, one hand on the door. He let out a low, undecipherable noise — something between a groan and a mumble — that could have been anything, but Momo took it as an affirmative.
She set her cup down and walked over, her movements efficient and kind. "Here, let me assist. It's the first day — we should make a good impression."
Cid stood there, too tired to protest, as Momo gently tugged his blazer back onto both shoulders, buttoned the last few shirt buttons, and tied his tie in a perfect knot. He grumbled the whole time, words slurring. "Stupid sun… ruinin' my sleep… I'll shrink you… see how you like it…"
Momo stifled a small laugh, adjusting his eyepatch slightly. "There. Much better. And don't worry, the sun will forgive you. Have some tea — it'll wake you up."
Cid mumbled a "thanks" and grabbed a quick toast from the counter, stuffing it in his mouth. Momo finished her own tea and glanced at the clock. "Would you mind if I walked with you to class? I could use the company, and it's easy to get lost on the first day."
Cid shrugged, still half-asleep. "Sure… whatever."
They headed out together, Momo leading the way with her composed stride, Cid shuffling beside her . The campus was bustling, other students hurrying to buildings, birds chirping in the trees. Momo filled the silence with light chatter. "I'm looking forward to homeroom. I heard our teacher is quite strict. What about you, Kageno-kun? Any thoughts on the hero course so far?"
Cid chewed his toast, words muffled. "Dunno. Just… hope it isn't boring."
Momo smiled softly. "That's a good mindset. No pressure. Oh, and thank you again for helping with the piano yesterday. It made the move-in so much smoother."
"No big deal," Cid muttered, finishing his toast as they reached the classroom door.
The classroom for Class 1-A was big, modern, with desks in neat rows. Cid and Momo arrived and she took a seat up front, giving him a polite wave as he shuffled to the back and took the seat by the window. It was the protagonist's seat of course he had to take it. He slouched down, staring out at the training grounds, mind drifting. The view was nice.
Students trickled in slowly. Bakugo slammed the door open with a scowl, muttering about "damn extras." Midoriya shuffled in behind him, notebook in hand and mumbling to himself. Iida marched to his desk like he was on parade duty, adjusting his glasses. Toru waved from across the room as her clothes floated in the room. "Morning, Cid! You look half-asleep!" Mina bounced in next, giving a big grin and a "Hey, sleepyhead!" as she passed.
Cid returned the greetings with a lazy two-finger salute. The room filled up, the air buzzing with first-day nerves and excitement. He zoned out again, tracing patterns on the desk with his finger.
The bell rang sharp. The door slid open with a heavy thud.
A tired man in black slouched in — (Shota Aizawa), hair messy, eyes red and baggy, sleeping bag tucked under his arm. He scanned the room like he was already regretting the day.
"Quiet down," he said, voice flat. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa. Put on your gym clothes and meet me outside. We're doing a Quirk appraisal test."
The class murmured in surprise, exchanging glances. Gym clothes? On day one? No syllabus or intros?
Aizawa didn't wait for questions. He turned and left, leaving the door open.
They changed in the locker rooms — Cid pulling on the blue tracksuit without fuss, though his yawn echoed off the walls — and gathered on the training field under the morning sun. Aizawa waited, arms crossed, expression unchanging.
"This isn't middle school," he said once they were lined up. "You're eighteen. Act like it. Today we're testing your Quirks with eight physical events: 50-meter dash, grip strength, standing long jump, repeated side steps, ball throw, distance run, sit-ups, seated toe-touch. Use your Quirks however you want. Last place overall gets expelled."
The word "expelled" hit like a brick. The class froze, faces paling. Midoriya stammered, "B-but that's not fair! It's the first day!"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, flashing red for a split second. "Fair? Villains aren't fair. Disasters aren't fair. The world isn't fair. Get used to it. Plus Ultra means pushing past limits. Start with the 50-meter dash."
The tests began, one by one, with Aizawa calling names and recording scores on his tablet.
For the 50 meter (164 feet in freedom units(insert random america meme)) dash, they lined up in heats. Bakugo went first in his group, explosions propelling him across in 4.13 seconds, cursing the whole way. Iida's engines revved, hitting 3.04. Uraraka touched her shoes to float lightly, shaving off time.
Cid's group was last. He stood at the line, hands in his tracksuit pockets, ignoring the stares. When Aizawa said "Go," he didn't run. Just a thought, and the 50 meters shrank to a single step. He walked across casually, time clocking 0.5 seconds. The class whispered — "Did he just…?" "That's cheating!" "No, it's his Quirk…" Aizawa noted it without comment.
Grip strength next. Machines handed out. Kirishima hardened his hands for extra power. Sero squeezed with tape for leverage. Cid took his device, stared at it for a second, then with a thought shrank it to toy size in his palm. He crushed it like foil, then expanded it back. The reading flashed 1,000 kg. Easy. He tossed it back. Midoriya gripped his hard, scoring high but wincing at his hand was damaged slightly.
Standing long jump: The pit was wide. Some jumped normally, others used Quirks — Dark Shadow for extra push, Mina's acid for bounce. Cid shrank the pit to a crack in the ground with a thought, stepped over like it was nothing. "Next," Aizawa said, unimpressed.
Repeated side steps:. Cid expanded and shrank the distance between him and the machines and racked up his score quickly though even he could tell this was pushing it.
The ball throw was where things got interesting. Uraraka touched hers and let it float away to "infinity." Bakugo blasted his for 705.2 meters. Cid's turn. He held the ball, thought for a second, then with a thought enlarged himself as big as he could without stepping outside the circle he was now towering ten feet tall, his uniform scaling along with him. He enlarged the ball to basketball size for easier grip, then hurled it with massive force. Mid-throw, he shrank himself back down. A few seconds later, with another thought, he shrank the ball, timing it so the reduced mass kept the momentum going. It sailed 1,200 meters before crashing in the distance. The class gaped. "Holy crap…" Mina muttered. Midoriya went last, channeling One For All in his finger — 705.3 meters, but he broke it, wincing in pain.
Distance run: Endless laps. Cid shrank the track loops with a thought, turning miles into meters, lapping everyone while barely jogging.
Sit-ups and toe-touch: For these, he just did them normally, scoring high from regular training. Solid, but not outstanding.
By the end, the sun was higher, everyone sweaty and tired. Cid stood off to the side, unbothered, watching the scores tally on Aizawa's screen. He topped the board, but it didn't feel like a win — just… done.
Aizawa pocketed the tablet. "No one's expelled. It was a logical ruse to push you. Go change. Classes start tomorrow for real."
The class groaned in relief, some laughing, others glaring at Aizawa. As they headed back, Toru bounced over. "You were amazing! The way you used your quirk was genius!"
Momo approached with a smile. "That was incredible control. It actually made me think of different ways I could use my quirk seeing you use yours so unorthodoxly."
Cid rubbed his neck a little shyly. "Sure… whatever it wasn't that big of a deal but thanks i guess."
The day was just beginning.