"First Day Frenzy: Aizawa's Surprise!"

The move to the new villa felt like a scene from a fancy movie. My mom, Martha, bought this giant place just so I could be closer to UA High. Honestly, I think she might have overdone it a bit. I mean, who needs a pool in the backyard when you can't swim? Not that I'm complaining. More space for my epic quirk training!

After breakfast, which mom made with her usual flair (seriously, she could give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money), I grabbed my backpack and got ready for my first day. Mom made sure to remind me for the hundredth time, "Kaelin, don't be late. And remember, no funny business on your first day."

"Got it, Mom. No ghosting through walls and scaring teachers. Check," I replied, giving her a mock salute. She rolled her eyes but smiled. It's our little routine, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

As I headed out, I popped in my earphones and hit play on my latest jam, "Bones" by Imagine Dragons. There's something about that song that just gets you pumped up, you know? Like, I'm ready to take on the world—or at least the school.

The villa wasn't far from UA High, but the walk gave me enough time to get into my zone. I was singing along (badly, I might add), when I noticed a few neighbors peeking out from their windows. Hey, can't blame them for wanting a free concert!

I reached the school gates, and there it was: UA High. The place where dreams become reality. Or, in my case, where I plan to make everyone question reality with my ghostly powers. I could already feel the excitement bubbling up inside me. This was going to be epic.

Entering the school, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of quirky characters I'd meet today. Would anyone else be as cool as me? Highly unlikely, but I guess I'd find out soon enough.

As I walked through the gates, I felt like the main character in one of those anime shows. You know, the ones where the hero walks into the school for the first time, and you just know something awesome is about to go down. Yup, that was me. Kaelin Godfrey, ready to make UA High my haunt. Literally.

Walking into class 1-A for the first time was like stepping into a live-action comedy show. The first thing I saw was Mr. Four-Eyes himself, scolding spiky haired kid for keeping his legs on the desk.

"You're disrespecting this prestigious institution!" Four eyes barked, his arms flailing around like he was about to take off.

"Shut it, Four-Eyes! I'll do what I want!" Bakugo shot back, practically setting the room on fire with his glare. This guy could probably ignite a candle just by looking at it.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class was just sitting there, pretending like this was completely normal. I guess this was just a typical Tuesday for these guys.

Scanning the room, I spotted a familiar face—well, sort of. It was the girl I had rescued during the entrance exam. I still didn't know her name, but that wasn't going to stop me from making an entrance.

"Hey, it's you! The girl who almost got squished by the giant robot!" I called out, waving like an idiot. Smooth, Kaelin. Real smooth.

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide with surprise and then, thankfully, recognition. "Oh, hey! It's you, the guy who did that...uh...that cool hand thing!"

"Yup, that's me. The master of cool hand things," I said with a grin, giving her a thumbs-up. Internally, I was patting myself on the back for that stellar introduction.

Spiky hair and Four eyes argument was escalating, and I half-expected them to start throwing desks at each other any second. Deciding it was probably best to stay out of the blast zone, I made my way to an empty seat.

As I walked by, I couldn't resist the urge to poke fun at him . "Hey, Four-Eyes, maybe you should start a debate club. You've got the passion for it."

The class erupted in laughter, and even i cracked a grin. Four eyes shot me a look of pure confusion before turning his attention back to spiky hairs , muttering something about "discipline" and "respect."

I plopped down into my seat, feeling pretty good about my first impression. This was going to be an interesting year, to say the least. If the first day was any indication, I was in for a wild ride. And honestly? I couldn't wait.

As I was basking in the glory of my own awesomeness, I noticed a yellow sack slumped at the front of the room. Wait, was that a person? I squinted, trying to make sense of it. Just when I was about to question my sanity, the sack moved. Turns out, it wasn't a sack at all—it was a man. Surprise!

The yellow sack-person-thing stood up, revealing a scruffy-looking guy with a perpetual bedhead. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa," he introduced himself, his voice as flat as a pancake. "This is the Department of Heroics."

Well, this was off to a great start. Nothing like a teacher who looks like he just rolled out of a dumpster to instill confidence. I tried to stifle a laugh but ended up snorting, which earned me a few curious glances.

"It took you all eight seconds to calm down," Aizawa continued, looking at us like we were a bunch of unruly puppies. "That's eight seconds too long."

I couldn't help but think, "Eight seconds? Really? That's gotta be some kind of record for this bunch."

Aizawa's eyes scanned the room, clearly unimpressed. "We don't have time to waste. Change into your PE uniforms and meet me on the grounds for a quirk apprehension test."

Wait, what? A quirk test already? I looked around, seeing the mixture of excitement and anxiety on my classmates' faces. Me? I was just trying to figure out how to work my locker. Those things are trickier than they look.

Changing into my PE uniform, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was it. Time to show everyone what I was made of. Or at least not embarrass myself too much. One step at a time, right?

When we all gathered on the PE grounds, I was more than ready. Bring it on, Aizawa. Let's see what you've got.

Aizawa-sensei stood in front of us, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "U.A. High gives its students high freedom in the use of quirks," he began, his voice as lively as a funeral march. "But that freedom extends to the teachers too."

Oh boy, here we go.

He rattled off a list of eight different physical tests like he was reading a grocery list. "Softball pitch, standing jump, 50-meter dash..." My eyes glazed over after the third one. I mean, who needs that many physical tests? I was half expecting him to throw in something like "extreme hopscotch" or "competitive napping."

Then Aizawa called up Bakugo, the spiky-haired kid who looked like he perpetually had a bad hair day and an even worse temper. "What's your middle school record in throwing the softball pitch?" Aizawa asked.

Bakugo scowled, as if the question personally offended him. "63 meters," he grumbled.

"Throw it again, but use your quirk," Aizawa instructed.

Bakugo's eyes lit up with a feral gleam. He took the ball, wound up, and with a roar that could wake the dead, he hurled it into the sky, shouting, "DIE!" as if the ball had just insulted his mother.

The ball rocketed into the distance, disappearing into the horizon. I half expected it to keep going and knock out a satellite. Aizawa held up his device and announced, "705.2 meters."

The class erupted into excited whispers. I couldn't help but be impressed, even if Bakugo's method of motivation was a bit... intense. Aizawa cut through the chatter with a single statement that dropped like a bomb. "This will form the basics of your hero training."

Everyone was buzzing with excitement. This sounded like fun. I mean, who doesn't like chucking balls and jumping around? Then Aizawa dropped the hammer. "And whoever comes in last will be expelled."

The collective gasp could have sucked all the air out of the room. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Expelled? Just like that? Talk about raising the stakes. I glanced around and saw a mix of horror and determination on my classmates' faces.

"Well, this escalated quickly," I muttered to myself, trying to wrap my head around the sudden deathmatch vibe.

I looked at Bakugo, who was grinning like a maniac, clearly loving the chaos. Meanwhile, I was mentally preparing my will. Just kidding. Sort of.

The pressure was on. But hey, no big deal, right? Just another day in the life of Kaelin Godfrey, future hero and current test subject in the weirdest PE class ever. As the saying goes, "No pain, no gain." Or in this case, "No pain, and you're out on your butt."

Challenge accepted, Aizawa. Let's see what this ghost can do.

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