Late Afternoon, I-A Dorms…

(Subeawātaku's POV)

I had gone through looking at the interior of the dorms to get myself situated with the new surroundings, as my new belongings were now in my private dorm, isolated from the other students (a precaution Nezu took). The inside of the building was nice, cozy even. But I hadn't the time to settle as I headed down to the kitchen (which was dead center around the hero wannabes) for something to drink as I was thirsty. As soon as I walked into the main living area, every student from 1-A present stopped talking and stared at me.

I ignored them as they continued whatever conversation they were talking about. I cut my way through where I claimed a glass of water and quenched my thirst. Realizing I had not eaten either, I looked to the fridge for some solution. Looking through the assorted items, I failed to notice someone behind me.

"Uh, hey! Subeawātakuku, right?"

I erected myself from the refrigerator and turned to the person who had the gull to get to know me. We met eye to eye as a boy with spiky red hair with equally red eyes looked to me with a nervous toothy grin. "I just wanted to introduce myself! I'm Eji-!"

"Ejiro Kirishima. I know.", I say, cutting him off. He looked at me with surprise but he recovered quickly and tried to strike up a conversation with me. "So, Subeawātaku. I...how do I put this? Me and the others- we saw you on the news a few days ago. While I don't really like that you beat up pro heroes, I have to say dude! You're manly as hell!" He tried his best to leave out how I tried to kill those heroes.

"So…", I begin. "You saw the fight? All of you?", I ask as I push past Kirishima and walk by the students situated to the living room. I glance at them as I pull my arms behind my back and puff out my chest a bit. "So you all say what I'm capable of. You know that none, and I mean none of you, hold a match stick to the furnace that is me. I'm leagues above all of you. And didn't I explicitly tell you earlier today, don't bother knowing me. None of you are worth my time." I let their stares of disbelief at my expense wash over me like a gentle rain.

"Who do think you are?!", a girl with pink skin, hair and yellowed horns calls out, her expression one of offense and anger. I glare at her which effectively makes her flitch and pale in terror. She trembles in fear as she keeps staring into my eyes, her toxic yellow irises bleeding a primal sense of dread. To this girl, Mina Ashido, it was like looking into the eyes of a predator, one so fearsome and powerful, all hope for survival vanishes. I have that effect on people, something Father once said was essential for my rise into taking over his throne.

I leave the group gawking and speechless as I make my exit, my appetite ruined for the night.

It was the next day and I breezed through each and every class. Growing up, my father and Uncle Giri always pointed out an intelligent villain was a dangerous one so they made sure my education was in tip top condition so I focused on my studies. Each class, from Mathematics to Modern Literature, was a simple walk in the park for me and I was met with envious looks from some of the obvious less intelligent students.

The bell went off, signaling the end of my current period and bringing about lunch.

I made my way through the halls of the building, following far behind 1-A as they headed to the cafeteria, the students talking to each other with laughter and amusement while sparring fearful glances at me.

I marched ahead with hands in my pockets, my shoes squeaking against the polished floors of the hallway. Unfortunately I was distracted. My mind was wandering as I was thinking up a plan for my break out from all of this while simultaneously thinking up U.A's floor plans. My obliviousness of the environment around me cost me as I turned the corner and ran into someone.

The unexpected collision shocked me but I didn't stumble or fall. The other person however wasn't as rooted and had a small tumble. Looking down I saw who exactly I put to the ground

It was a girl, her age seemingly close to my own, with long blonde hair in waves. Two horns poked out of her hair and were lyre shaped and looked intimidating (not to me). She had soft features with a short equine muzzle, a round face and large round eyes, (which were scrunched up in pain), and possessed digitigrade legs like a horse or cow, hooves and all. She wore the standard U.A uniform for girls with custom tailored shoes to fit her unique mutation.

The girl was flat on her bottom, rubbing her buttocks from the pain of the fall. I may be a villain's son, I may have been raised to despise heroes and the modern society but I was also raised to be a gentleman. Crouching, I offered my hand to the girl who looked to me with baby blue colored irises. "I apologize. I wasn't focused on where I was walking and I bumped into you. Are you alright?", I ask with the smallest fraction of concern.

"Oh! I'm alright! To be honest it was more my fault! I was in a hurry to find one of my teachers", she responded in decent Japanese but I could tell she had an accent and alongside her features, I assumed she was American. I make a noise of acknowledgement before excusing myself, explaining quickly I was headed to lunch. The girl openly stated she was heading there after asking Ectoplasm about an algebra concept she didn't understand. Keeping my mind focused that these people were my enemies, I moved ahead towards the cafeteria, the blonde student calling her name out to me in hopes of a response.

"My name is Pony by the way! Pony Tsunotori!"

She quickly waved to me with a bright smile before disappearing around the corner of the hall. As I made my way, my thoughts had a bizzare feeling go through it. It was probably just a twitch, nothing more. Hopefully it's not foreshadowing something bigger.