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First Flight, Hidden Truths

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Malika presses her palm against the cool glass of UA High’s entrance, her reflection caught between the school’s bold crest and Pony’s expectant gaze. Behind them, the campus buzzes with students in gleaming uniforms, a riot of voices and vibrant quirks on display. Pony taps her shoulder.

“C’mon, Mal, don’t just stand there gawkin’. We ain’t in Texas anymore.”

Malika draws a breath, shoulders squared beneath the unfamiliar blazer. The inside of the school is even louder: students spar in the courtyard, and a faculty member floats past, clipboard in hand. She catches a glimpse of All Might’s smiling portrait and feels her stomach twist, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Pony nudges her again, practically trotting ahead.

“Let’s find homeroom before someone mistakes us for tourists.”

A group of upperclassmen blocks their path, one with spiky red hair grinning wide.

“First years, huh? Think you’ll last?”

Malika meets his eyes, her voice steady.

“We’re here to become heroes.”

The hall’s electric tension wraps around her as she steps forward, Pony just behind. Somewhere, a bell rings, and the day begins.

Malika now present
Pony Tautsunori now present
All Might now present
Eijiro Kirishima now present
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Malika

i hum, taking hold of pony’s and our potential classmate’s shoulder as I firmly but gently guide them towards where I believe our honeymoon should be located.*

“no use dawdling. Let’s get goin.”

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Malika pivots with purpose, her hands steady on her companions’ shoulders. She guides them through the crowded hall, eyes locked on the distant signage. Eijiro pauses in her path, his grin fading into genuine curiosity as he studies her determination.

Eijiro Kirishima

I let out a loud, hearty laugh and clap my hands together.

"I like that energy! You've got spirit, kid. If you're looking for class 1-A, hang a sharp left at the statue. But try not to get lost on the way, or you'll be late for the real test!"

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Malika brushes past the spiky-haired student, her boots clicking steadily on the polished linoleum. Pony stays close, glancing back with a wide-eyed grin at the upperclassman before hurrying to catch up. The hallway thins as they near the intersection, the statue of a former hero standing tall like a silent sentinel.

Pony Tautsunori

I toss a quick, sharp grin back at that redhead.

"We ain't just lasting, we're taking the lead!"

I trot hard to keep pace with Malika, my boots thumping rhythmically against the floor. I can't let her outdo me today. We're here to make our mark, starting now.

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The towering statue loomed overhead, its stone gaze fixed on the busy corridor. Malika rounded the corner with precision, the heel of her boot striking the tile with a sharp, echoing rhythm. Sunlight poured through the high windows, casting long, geometric shadows that danced across the floor as they reached the heavy door marked 1-A.

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