The air inside the waiting room grew more and more tense. Until...

Iida: That's great and all, but we still need to be on our way!

Midoriya: O-Oh! Right!

Everyone else was quick to follow the class rep, save for a small few. You stood still for a moment, before smiling in admiration.

(Y/N): Crazy kid. Got everyone fired up. *thoughts* But of what Todoroki said... that All Might has his eye on him. Why?

But then, Nokogiri walked past you, bumping you on the way out the door.

Nokogiri: You gonna get moving?

(Y/N): *rolling eyes* It's not your job to boss me around you know.

But she wasn't the only one to pass you out of the waiting room. That spiky blonde guy: Bakugo, silently exited the room after Nokogiri, leaving you alone in the room. With a sigh, you exit the waiting room and close the door behind you. Suddenly, looking ahead towards Bakugo... you get a crazy idea. If Todoroki gets to make a war declaration...

(Y/N): Oi! Bakugo, was it?

He stops walking, before looking over his shoulder with a glare.

Bakugo: What do you want, extra?

(Y/N): Do you... remember me?

Bakugo: Eh?

(Y/N): From the entrance exam. I was in the same exam area as you were.

Bakugo: Sorry to disappoint, but I don't look back on stepping stones once I've crossed them.

(Y/N): Yeah... I figured as much. But I've changed since then, even if you don't have a damn clue who I was. I always thought back then that you were amazing since you got top score, even if you robbed me of whatever points I could've gotten. But from what I just heard from you, and what I've seen... you're just a prick.

The spiky blonde spun around entirely to face you now. And he was pissed.

(Y/N): No matter what memory of me you have, I'm not the same person I was back then. If we face each other in the one on one battles... I will win. And we'll see who the real stepping stone is. Consider this my own declaration of war.

The two of you stared each other down, each with malicious intent. However, in the end, Bakugo only scoffed before turning back around to follow the rest of the class. With a sigh, you shortly followed after him to catch up with everyone else.

(Y/N): *thoughts* As long as he got the message.

To challenge the so called top would be the ultimate trial by fire to prove your worth as a U.A student.

Before long, you both caught up with the rest of 1A. And it didn't take long to hear Present Mic's loud yet familiar voice at the end of the hallway.

Present Mic: *through loudspeaker* Hey! Pay attention, audience! Swarm, mass media! This years high school adolescence that you all love, the U.A sports festival, is about to begin! Everybody, are you ready!?

Approaching the end of the hall, the light of the stadium grew closer and closer.

Present Mic: *through loudspeaker* It's time for the students to enter the first-year stage!

Stepping out into the sunlight, roars of the audience followed. Striding with pride, you let out a smirk as your class meets the eyes of the stadium.

Here we are... at the starting line of the Hero course.