Chapter Eleven — A Day in the Life of Class 1‑A
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of U.A.'s main building as Takeshi walked down the hallway with the rest of Class 1‑A. The adrenaline of the Quirk Apprehension Test had faded since yesterday, replaced by the steady rhythm of school life.
For the students of 1-A, this was the first "normal" day at U.A.
Homeroom
Aizawa was already in his sleeping bag when the class arrived.
He didn't bother unzipping it.
"Sit down," he mumbled. "Don't talk. Don't breathe loudly. Don't exist more than necessary."
Kaminari whispered, "Is he… alive?"
Aizawa's voice floated out of the cocoon. "Barely."
Takeshi sat near the middle of the room, posture straight, notebook open. He wasn't much of a note‑taker, but he wrote down anything that he thought might matter.
Aizawa eventually emerged, hair floating with static.
"Today is a normal class schedule. Try not to embarrass yourselves."
Bakugo scoffed. Midoriya nodded frantically. Uraraka whispered, "He's so… intense."
Takeshi simply wrote: Normal day. Maintain discipline.
Foundational Hero Studies
Present Mic burst into the room like a sonic boom.
"GOOD MORNING, LITTLE LISTENERS!"
Half the class jumped. Takeshi didn't flinch — but he did blink.
Present Mic grinned. "Today we're covering the basics of hero communication! Because what's a hero without a VOICE that INSPIRES HOPE?!"
He pointed dramatically at Takeshi.
"You! Big guy! Give me your hero introduction!"
Takeshi froze.
The class turned.
He cleared his throat. "I… don't have one."
Present Mic gasped like he'd been stabbed. "UNACCEPTABLE!"
Uraraka giggled. Kirishima whispered, "C'mon man, say something cool!"
Takeshi tried again.
"…I'm Takeshi Yagi."
Present Mic stared at him.
"That was the most monotone thing I've ever heard."
Takeshi nodded. "Understood."
Math Class
The shift from Present Mic's energy to the quiet hum of the math classroom was jarring. The teacher, Ectoplasm, multiplied himself into a dozen clones, each pacing between rows.
Takeshi worked steadily, pencil gliding across the page. Numbers made sense. They were predictable. Honest.
Midoriya, seated beside him, scribbled equations with frantic intensity.
"You're fast," Midoriya said softly.
"You're faster," Takeshi replied.
Midoriya flushed. "N‑No, I just… I study a lot."
Takeshi considered that.
"Studying is good."
Midoriya blinked. "Th‑Thank you!"
Lunch Break
The cafeteria buzzed with noise and the smell of fresh food. Takeshi carried a tray stacked with protein-heavy dishes — grilled chicken, rice, vegetables, and a bowl of miso soup.
Kirishima waved him over. "Yo! Takeshi! Sit with us!"
He joined Kirishima, Sero, Ojiro, and Shoji at a large table.
Kirishima leaned forward. "Dude, you eat like a pro athlete!"
Takeshi shrugged. "My quirk requires it."
Shoji nodded. "Makes sense. If your quirk burns calories fast."
Uraraka slid into the seat across from Takeshi, cheeks puffed with rice. "Mmm! Dense Guy! You did great yesterday!"
Takeshi blinked. "Thank you."
Bakugo stomped past their table, tray in hand.
"Tch. Fourth place doesn't mean anything. Don't get cocky."
Takeshi didn't respond. Kirishima muttered, "Dude, chill."
Midoriya hurried after Bakugo, notebook open. "K‑Kacchan, wait! I wanted to ask about your—"
"SHUT UP, DEKU!"
The cafeteria fell silent for a moment.
Takeshi watched Midoriya shrink back, shoulders tight.
He made a mental note: Midoriya needs support. Bakugo needs… something else, maybe a therapist.
General Education Class
The teacher droned on about history, quirks, and the evolution of hero society. Takeshi listened carefully, absorbing every detail. This was likely to be a difficult subject for him since he was learning a new country's history and events.
Knowledge mattered. Understanding mattered.
Midoriya raised his hand every five minutes. Uraraka doodled in her notebook. Kaminari fell asleep. Aizawa, passing by the door, glared him awake without stopping.
End of the Day
As the final bell rang, students packed their bags and were about to walk out of the classroom when Aizawa walked back into the room and addressed the class, "You're not done yet. Hero course classes take place after normal ones. It was covered in orientation yesterday. Your teacher will be along shortly." Having said his piece, he quickly exited and left the students to themselves.
Kaminari whispered, "Gee I wonder why we don't know what happened at orientation." With an eyeroll showing his exasperation.
Kirishima stretched. "Man, U.A. is awesome!"
Uraraka nodded. "It's so different from middle school!"
Midoriya smiled nervously. "Y‑Yeah… it's amazing…"
Takeshi took a deep breath. This was what he came here for.
The final bell didn't signal the end of the school day — not for Class 1‑A.
Instead, it marked the end of their academic classes and the beginning of something far more intense.
The classroom buzzed with anticipation as Class 1‑A waited for their teacher to arrive. Students shifted nervously, adjusting their bags, whispering among themselves.
Takeshi stood near the center of the group, calm and steady. His heartbeat was slow, controlled — but even he felt the tension in the air.
This was it. Their first real heroics class.
Then—
BOOM.
The massive steel door to the classroom blasted inward, slamming against the wall with enough force to rattle the windows.
A gust of wind swept across the room.
And then—
"I AM… COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
All Might stood framed in the doorway, cape billowing, smile shining like a beacon. His presence hit the class like a shockwave — awe, excitement, disbelief.
Even Takeshi felt it.
The Symbol of Peace, his father. Standing before them.
Midoriya nearly fainted. Kirishima's jaw dropped. Sero whispered, "Dude… he's huge." Bakugo's eyes widened — just a fraction — before he scowled.
All Might planted his fists on his hips.
"WELCOME, STUDENTS OF CLASS 1‑A! TODAY… YOU WILL LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HERO!"
The class erupted into cheers.
Takeshi didn't cheer — but his eyes sharpened. This was the man who shaped hero society. This was the standard he had to rise to.
All Might pointed dramatically toward the courtyard behind him.
"AND TO BE A HERO… YOU MUST LOOK THE PART!"
A panel in the ground slid open with a mechanical hiss.
Twenty metal cases rose from the floor; each marked with a bold number.
1‑A HERO COSTUMES.
Gasps rippled through the class.
Uraraka bounced on her toes. "Our costumes!"
Midoriya froze, trembling. "M‑My costume… my mom… she made it with so much love…"
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. "Finally."
Todoroki stepped forward calmly, eyes unreadable.
Takeshi stared at Case #4.
His costume. His identity. His first step toward becoming the hero he was meant to be.
All Might spread his arms wide.
"GO ON! SUIT UP! AND MEET ME INSIDE FOR YOUR FIRST HERO TRAINING SESSION!"
His voice boomed across the courtyard, full of power and promise.
Takeshi stepped toward his case, feeling the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders.
This wasn't a test. This wasn't practice. This was the beginning.
The beginning of everything.