OP 1: Overdrive - Lotus Juice

[Mitsibashi Graveyard - February 7 2052, 0600]

To say the mood was gloomy would be an understatement.

Dark grey clouds mask the sky, not even giving the rising sun a chance as rainfall falling an inch an hour crashed down onto a thick head of broccoli colored hair. The tall graveyard lights were still shining yellow, shining an artificial yellow on the grown man's pale babyface. His eyes were glued to a certain tombstone, his focus so drawn that a drunkard would be able to ambush him. This circumstance usually happens, usually when some punk wakes up from his hangover and thinks that it's a good idea to take him on, or when the homeless fangirl wakes up and tries to squirrel him for pocket change. The one negative of being famous apparently is that even if you are spending your morning routine in a graveyard mourning, not even the most considerate person will care.

Another figure walked up beside this broccoli haired gentleman, his head looking like a blonde explosion. His face was a lot more intense, adding years to his face rather than subtracting. His eyes were glued to the tombstone as well however for a moment.

After the two silently nod at each other, they left together, walking towards a secluded and rather not very famous cafe. They go here to talk, and to talk without people bothering them. It looks like an abandoned shithole, without much care, at least on the outside. On the inside, it is just boring, despite the soft jazz ambiance in the background. The best way to describe this place would be a speak easy cafe of sorts.

Point is, no one goes here. Therefore, no one will bother them.

"Cafe Mocha and Belgian Waffles with eggs please?" The broccoli haired man requested.

"Black coffee and the Ghost Pepper Omelette." The blonde haired man demanded.

The old woman with grey hair nodded, whispering to her son to make the usual combo. The young man with a goatee nodded, and went straight to work.

"So, teacher huh?" The blonde haired man simply said. "Tired of being fucking bored Deku?"

"You could say that, Kacchan." Deku stated. "With crime being so low, I can instead train the next generation of heroes. I'm surprised you aren't trying to make new heroes. Weren't you saying a couple of days ago that these new heroes are getting soft?"

"Tch, like hell I want to deal with a bunch of spoiled snowflakes." Kacchan replied. Despite sounding pissed, he was in actuality grinning. "Hanabi is fucking enough on my plate already."

"Let me guess, she got into another fight?" Deku began chuckling, the growling of his friend causing him to chuckle. "Like father like daughter apparently."

"Doesn't help that the old hag is encouraging her to do this shit." Kacchan added. "That piece of shit rewards her with cookies each time she hears her beat the crap out of people. Whenever I did that she would smack the shit out of me!"

"I guess that's your mother's way of making you work hard as a parent." Deku chuckled again. Their meals were served, and with a quick itadakimasu the two men began eating.

"Yushi's starting middle school today, right?" Kacchan asked.

"Yeah. I hope she does well in the new environment. She already can't wait to get into UA." Deku said.

"Be careful Deku, these kids become true nightmares once puberty hits." Kacchan stated. "They become real assholes."

"I think Hanabi means well." Deku says. "She's taking the entrance exam today right?"

"Yeah. She should be on her way right now." Kacchan stated, taking a sip of his pure black coffee. "With Present Mic and Erasure Head retired, who's gonna be doing the entrance ceremony?"

"Well, let's just say that there is only one person who could replace Present Mic."

"...Oh hell no…"

[Musutafu Train Station - February 7, 2052, 0700]

"Arriving in Musutafu Central. Arriving in Musutafu Central."

Getting out of that cramped car was the best relief Tsukiko might have felt for the past half hour. He would never describe himself as claustrophobic, but having so many unfamiliar people touch him might have been one of the most uncomfortable situations he has ever been in.

The brisk morning air forced him to put on his winter jacket. The jacket itself looks new, though Tsukiko theorizes that it only looks new since he rarely wears it. Forcing his bare hand out of the jackets pocket, he opened google maps and typed in the location of where he needs to go.

UA is a 25 minute walk from this station. He'll have plenty of time, he can just waltz his way over to the school.

To both his surprise and to his expectations, the sidewalks were filled with middle school students, causing that sense of claustrophobia to sink in again. His green eyes began darting around, his ears attempting to catch onto any conversations that seem important. He could have sworn the back of that girl about ten meters in front of him seemed familiar, but even if Tsukiko was rather perceptive, more so than your average joe, it would be a miracle for anyone to find anyone familiar in this crowded crowd. And with the streets being filled shoulder to shoulder with young teens, any attempt to focus in on any sort of conversation has proved problematic for the wallflower.

So instead, he decided to mind his own business and made his way to his final destination; ignoring the street vendors that came out of nowhere offering last minute meals and gear, and the UA students scamming the new kids with cliff notes, and entering the school. Following the androids pointing a repeating directions like a broken alarm, Tsukiko made his way into the auditorium, and took a seat. As seconds turned into minutes the auditorium slowly filled with teenagers of varying personalities, and Tsukiko did what he did best; listen.

Tsukiko was often described as a strong and silent type. He may not have been the best linguist, but hell was he a damn good listener. He managed to overhear many rumors, such as, like he expected, the children of current pro heroes attending the school. There was the unhittable daughter of Mind Master and Ms. Muscle, Erasure Head's creative niece, among other prodigies. However, the top rumor he has been hearing seems to focus on one particular prodigy.

Hanabi Bakugo. Daughter of Ground Zero and Pinky. Whispers from many point to her participating in this entrance exam, spoken with hints of fear and/or excitement.

'Geez,' Tsukiko sighed and he began mentally speaking to himself. 'Sounds like there's a lot of competition. This school sounds like it really houses the best of the best. I might actually like it here.'

"Iishi-kun?" Tsukiko looked up when he heard a familiar voice call his name, and was half glad and half worried that he saw a familiar face. A very short girl, one who is normally nine inches shorter the Tsukiko, and he is only average sized. While her figure, while slightly on the chubby side, does maintain an hourglass figure and good measurements, her Shiba Inu shaped head and fur patches along her body makes her more of a wonder than a beauty. "Looks like we did have the same entrance exam date, Iishi-kun!"

"Hm. Seems so, San-chan." Tsukiko's face curled into a simple smile. Tsukiko Iishi and Koinu Sanken were known to be good friends during their time in middle school, mostly since the way that they met was in detention, for beating up bullies who called them stupid stinky meanies.

Koinu took the empty seat next to Tsukiko. "So, are you ready for the written exam?"

Tsukiko sighed. "Of course not. We both know that academics aren't our thing. Ibet you were also gonna wing it on the practical were you?"

Koinu nervously laughed. "Maybe…We're both gonna bomb the written are we?"

"Yep."

"Oh geez…"

Before both could speak, the lights immediately shut down, and spotlights focused onto the stage. Before anyone could comprehend the sudden change, a blonde man in a very sparkling outfit strutted towards the podium, and all the hero fanatics shouted at once.

"IT'S CAN'T STOP TWINKLING!"

"Merci, mon etudiants!" Can't Stop Twinkling smiled and bowed. "I appreciate the welcoming cheers for yours truely~"

"HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!"

"HOW IS HE STILL TWINKLING!?"

"CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH!?"

"NO SERIOUSLY HOW IS HE STILL TWINKLING!?"

"Merci merci, but unfortunately we are on a tight schedule, mon etudiants. Please allow me to introduce the rules for the written and practical exam!"

Tsukiko noticed at how his friend is staring with twinkled eyes at the french blonde. He is a fan favorite for girls due to his pretty boy appearance. He simply yawned in boredom as the hero explained the basic and self-explanatory rules for the written exam.

"And now, mon etudiants," Can't Stop Twinkling flourished. "We will explain the practical exam!"

"FINALLY! I WAS GETTING BORED HERE!"

"I LOVE YOU CAN'T STOP TWINKLING!"

"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW THE HELL IS HE STILL TWINKLING!?"

"Like most of UA's entrance exam, we will be running a villain destroying simulation! There will be three robots, four if you count the zero pointer! Going from smallest to toughest, they are worth one to three points!"" Can't Stop Twinkling presented through his holographic power point, somehow making a simple presentation seem like a runway fashion show. "Toutefois! That is not all mon etudiants! Since we have come aware that many future heroes have support based quirks, you will all be pooled into three person teams!" Gasps of surprise or sarcasm sounded through the auditorium. "Before you received your letter, we have analyzed and graded your quirk's power! These teams will be comprised of someone with a powerful quirk, someone with a medium strength quirk, and someone with a not so powerful quirk. The team's points will be the average of the villain points that you have scored throughout the exam, plus the combination of both your hero score and your teamwork score! Make sure you all work together, mon etudiants!"

Tsukiko silently sighed again. He expected the best of the best out of this school. Why would they accept students with weak quirks? Not only will they get themselves hurt, but it's all meaningless in the end.

"The etudiant ranked 1 is the one with the super strong quirk, while the one ranked three is the one with the not so strong quirk." Can't Stop Twinkling said. "After you complete your written test, you will receive your team cards, you will then meet outside in your physical exercise clothing. Bonne chance!" And with a laser shot from his abdomen, Can't Stop Twinkling had disappeared from the scene."

"WHERE DID HE GO!?"

"I GOT AN AUTOGRAPH!"

"I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW HE WOULDN'T STOP TWINKLING!"

"Good luck Iishi-kun!" Koinu smiled cheerfully.

"Ditto, San-chan." Tsukiko smiled back softly. He secretly hoped that she was on his team, though he knew that was not likely. He just didn't want to deal with any weaklings.

And he knew that despite her very cheerful appearance, Koinu is anything but weak.

[Gym Gamma - February 7, 2052, 1200]

TEAM 1234
1. Bakugo Hanabi - Explosions
2. Yuki Coral - Coral Spawn
3. Takayama Benito - Misty Night

Coral didn't know what to do. Sigh in relief that her quirk isn't considered weak to UA, or panic because she is going to be working with the very daughter of the number two hero. She's heard rumors that she would beat the crap out of high school boys as a hobby, and that she was just as ferocious as her father.

And everyone knew that Ground Zero and Ferocity go together like strawberries and jam.

Coral waited in her waiting area, tugging down her football jersey and waiting for both of her teammates to come around. Trying to control her nervousness, she failed to see a boy wearing a loose grey tracksuit walk up to her until he was right next to her.

"Are yo-"

"AH!"

The scream Coral screeched caused some people to look her way, and the boy to grimace a little as he tiredly rubbed his temples.

"Gah! I'm so, so sorry! Y-You just scared me!" Coral tried to justify, her cheeks red as tomatoes. "Are you okay!"

"I'm fine." The brown haired boy sighed. "Just turn down the volume next time, it's way to early man. Anyway, my name i-"

"Uh," Coral deadpanned for a moment. "We had lunch right after the exam."

"..." Anyone watching in on this conversation could see the gears turn inside the boy's head as a few seconds pass, and then his dull green eyes lightened up. "Oh yeah! We did have lunch. Man, the ramen was so filling, I had to take a nap after eating it. Good thing Usamo woke me up when I had to get changed."

"Weren't you going to tell me your name?"

"..." A few seconds later. "Oh yeah! My names Takayama Benito. Are you Yuki-chan?"

"That I am yes."

"And we are going to work with, uh…"

"Bakugo Hanabi."

"Yeah, Bakugo Hanabi. Wait, don't I know who that is?"

"How in the fuck do you not know who I am!?"

The boisterous and irritated statement caused Coral to seize up, and she slowly turned her head towards the source of the noise. As she expected, a rather irritated pink haired female, wearing a black sports bra underneath an unzipped short sleeve black hoodie with pink highlights, began igniting pink sparks from her right palm.

"Ooh, pretty sparks~" Benito cooed, causing Coral to become more terrified, especially since the pink haired girl clenched her fist.

"What do you mean 'pretty sparks!?'" Hanabi practically shouted. "Am I really paired with a dumbass and a girl who's about to piss her pants!?" She then pointed towards Benito. "Your next line is 'I'm not dumb, I'm just tired.'"

"I'm not dumb, I'm just tired...Woah! How did you guess that!?" Benito exclaimed.

"You have very dark circles under your eyes, I also saw you drinking like twenty-five cans of coffe-"

"Wait, Yuki-chan hasn't pissed her pants."

"Don't fucking ignore me!"

'I'm so dead.' Coral thought as she simply stared at how her two teammates were interacting.

"Alright, so, Argentina!" Hanabi pointed at Coral, to which she blinked twice and pointed at herself in confusion.

"Me?"

"Do you see anyone else wearing an Argentina football jersey?" As Coral began looking around, Hanabi continued. "Yes, I'm talking to you! What can you do with your quirk?"

"Oh! Well, uh, I can do this…" Coral, with a lot of nervous energy, placed her hand onto the ground and planted a simple anemone. She then smiled, hoping to impress the infamous Hanabi Bakugo.

"...That's it?"

And all of Coral's confidence shattered at those simple words. "N-No, I can-"

"Okay, cool beans Argentina." Hanabi then turned towards Benito. "Oi, All-Nighter! Where the hell are you looking!?"

"I can confirm that Yuki-chan is the only person here wearing an Argentina football jersey."

"Why are you-!? Nevermind, what can you do?"

"I can run a 10k in 30 minutes."

"With your quirk dumbass."

"...Oh! Here!" Then, as the really tired Benito lifted his arms, mist began surrounding the area, and then it condensed into what seemed to be a knife made of condensed mist.

"...So you make mist, and then can make a knife with it?"

"Yeah!"

"...Ho boy." Hanabi sighed, further shattering Coral's confidence without meaning too. "Well, I can work with this. Alright guys, here's going to be our general strategy." Hanabi pointed at Benito. "All-Nighter is going to act as bait and draw the bots into an area of mist. Then Argentina, you'll trap 'em by having your coral gr-"

"What are we talking about again?" Benito asked all of a sudden.

"All-Nighter! Just pay attention!"

"But I'm too tired…"

"Are you trying to get me to kill you!?"

"Well, let me see if I understand." Coral stated. "You want Takayama-kun to draw robots into his mist, and me to trap them in one place, right?"

"Ding ding ding! Argentina gets it!"

"So...what are you doing?" Coral asked, to which Hanabi responded by having large pink sparks emanate from her hands.

"You next line is 'forget I asked.'"

"Forget I asked." Coral then got surprised when Hanabi once again perfectly guessed what she was going to say.

"Alright guys, let's send this practical to hell and back!" Hanabi threw her hand into the center of the three,

"Y-Yeah!" Despite being freaked out by Hanabi's choice of words, she did see that she was trying her best to lead, and decided to go along with it, chuckling nervously.

"I have no idea why we're doing this, but whatever it is, I'm in!" Benito threw his hand in last, despite Hanabi's grin resisting going into a grimmace.

Coral is fully expecting that this plan is not going to work. Little does she know, she's right.

ED 1 - Hyperdrive by Cass Dillon

Going fast makes me feel alive.

My heartbeat's, in hyper drive.

Do you think you can win, only if I lose.

Just let destiny choose.

I can hear you breathin'.

I can see you comin'.

I can feel the wind.

it's blowin' me around.

Take a shot at me runnin' side by side.

it's a blur... as I go by.

I can hear you breathin'.

I can see you comin'.

I can feel the wind.

it's blowin', me around.

See the sun arisin'.

Fire in the sky.

Greatness thrusts itself into our lives.

*busts through the wall like the Kool-Aid man*

Obie*in a god voice changer*: I...AM ALIVE!

Hanabi: About fucking time.

Obie: Yeah, this took way too much time to make, but I did it! I blame this on some self-deprecating doubt and stuff.

Hanabi: Sounds like excuses to me bub.

Obie: But I did it. I finally did it guys! I call this a success. *collapses on the floor*

Hanabi: Jesus fucking christ. Anyway, we want to let you know that we are still taking in characters as well. We have 16 out of 20 accepted so far. Obie here will get started on the next chapter once he receives all of the characters. Oh, and for those on the Discord, Obie will be getting on tight as well, but on invisible as he catches up with everything there. You can say hi to him then. He loves you all, so be sure to take care of him for me!