5 A Shining Debut

The city roared with cheers, an echoing chorus that seemed to permeate the very air around me. My heart swelled with a blend of accomplishment and intrigue. Who would've thought that my journey in this world would kick off with such an unexpected demonstration of power?

"Ara ara," I murmured under my breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The uncanny sequence of events that brought me here had led me to this moment—an face thrust into the spotlight of heroism.

Amidst the enthusiastic uproar, a distinctive voice cut through—a sharp "Kacchan!" that pierced through the crowd. I knew who that was. The main protagonist of My Hero Academia. It was Midoriya. He was running toward Bakugo.

Bakugo's evident annoyance clashed with Midoriya's swift approach, laced with genuine concern for his peer. Midoriya knelt beside Bakugo, examining him for any signs of harm.

"Seriously, why the hell are you here, Deku?" Bakugo's voice dripped with irritation, his eyes fixed on Midoriya.

Midoriya hesitated, his gaze darting momentarily in my direction before returning to Bakugo. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, Kacchan."

Bakugo's dismissive snort seemed to brush aside Midoriya's gesture. Their dynamic remained as charged as ever, an intricate dance of rivalry and camaraderie.

As the cheers and applause reached a crescendo, I couldn't help but retain my smile—a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity for the path unfolding before me.

Stepping through the crowd and out of the alleyway, my steps faltered as I sensed a new presence approaching. The press had swarmed, their cameras clicking and flashes blinding me momentarily. Their inquiries flowed like a rapid river of curiosity.

"Miss, could you spare a moment for us? The people are buzzing about your extraordinary abilities!"

"Your powers are beyond anything we've ever witnessed! Could you shed some light on your origins and the wellspring of your remarkable strength?"

A soft chuckle escaped me, the throng of reporters capturing my enigmatic demeanor. "Well, I'm not your everyday middle schooler, that's for sure. And as for my strength, it's rooted in a rather unconventional perspective on life."

The crowd seemed to hang onto my every word, their excitement palpable as they documented every angle of our interaction. The reporters embraced my air of mystery, their words blending with the cheers from the crowd that had gathered, witnessing the emergence of a potential ally in the realm of heroes.

Amidst the flurry of questions, one reporter managed to break through the clamor, a quizzical expression on their face. "So what's next for you? Where do you go from here?"

I pondered for a moment, my lips curling into a thoughtful smile. "Hmmm, well, I suppose heading to U.A. would be quite the thrilling venture, don't you think?"

The crowd buzzed with excitement, the prospect of a newcomer potentially joining the prestigious U.A. High School for Heroes.