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/// Frisk’s POV.
Wow.
I haven’t had a good rest in a long time.
That was great!
Better than the coffee Chara makes in the morning.
Not that I drink coffee that often.
But everyone else filled me in on what happened after I fainted.
I do remember my soul shining brightly on everyone, as if I gave a part of myself to help them, like a buff or something.
Other than that, my mind draws a blank.
But hey! It’s a new day starting now, and Chara & Co beat the living souls out of the robots so I’m not too worried, even if we don’t become heroes at U.A. this timeline, I mean we can always RESET.
The letter comes a few days anyways, got nothing but time to kill.
“Frisk, please could you come downstairs!” Toriel shouted from downstairs, a hint of glee in her voice.
“We have a surprise!” Asgore added.
I immediately rush downstairs, these surprises could mean anything, literally, from a baking session, gardening, the seven beers incident, or Mom giving me a gift, like that pair of golden heart shaped lockets, with a music box inside.
Asgore looked at me with the same eyes whenever he gave flowers to Mom at Valentine’s Day, ready for trouble.
“We’ve never told you this before as he wanted to keep it a secret until he finished college and confirmed the opportunity he was given but —“
“You have a brother, my child, mine and Asgore’s son, your older sibling.”
…
Me and Chara shouted in unison.
“WHAT!”
Although Chara finished it with.
“THE FUC—“
And was promptly covered by Ava’s sleeve.
My mouth was left on the floor, eyes wide in what I can only describe as shock, but it was something way stronger than that.
Then someone burst through the door, two people.
The splitting image of Toriel and Asgore, younger, two large ivory horns on his head, curving back similar to a ram, black marks on either side of his cheeks, that go up to his eyes.
His eyes were like stars in the dead of night, literally shining.
His ears were floppier than Toriel’s and rested on his shoulders.
A soft face and wacky hairdo, I can see why my parents look proud.
But his costume was weird, albeit cool.
Dark blue robes with a white outline and accents, similar to mages or wizards in fantasy settings, the family’s emblem in the middle, The Delta Rune.
The layered paldrons coupled with his cape definitely gave my brother the classic hero attire down to a tee.
“Hey Frisk, it’s me, Azzy, I guess I’m your new brother huh?”
I don’t know why, but a strange feeling crept up to my chest, my SOUL, as if trying to remember a past life, as whatever this feeling was more determined to make me cry than whatever semblance of composure I could muster.
I hugged him.
He was very fluffy.
More so than Mum and Dad combined.
“God. That’s what Asriel would’ve looked like if he grew up?” Chara squints.
Clover stares as dumbfounded as the rest of us.
“I can see he was in the emo boy band phase once.”
Joey states, and to be fair, I can sort of see it, as if he was once of those One Direction clones back in the late 2010s.
Wait… how do they know Asriel?
Oliver and Ava immediately glare at Clover, clearly painted as he rapidly blinked with giving his excuse, quickly correcting himself.
“I meant that’s what Asriel looks like, cause we’ve heard Toriel and Asgore talk about him before while you were asleep…”
Right.
But then we suddenly both had the same thought.
“So has Dad gotten into any trouble while before I came into the family?” He gave a playful smirk, so did his friend, while Dad was sweating bullets out of the blue.
“The Seven Beers incident.” I said as calmly as possible.
“Wait, that happened more than once?” He shouted.
This ought to be good.
But before Asriel could spill the juicy details, Toriel gave another glare.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself to Frisk as well?”
A stern yet motherly tone, more so a subtle warning before something wicked this way comes.
“Oh. Right. Sorry. I’m Azzy’s…friend, call me Dess.”
Mom gave the look, the one where even a burnt pie wouldn’t cause.
Now everyone was sweating bullets.
Speaking of Dess, they were a deer.
Dark brown hair down to her shoulders and antlers that screamed Christmas, a red nose, pine green jacket, light blue jeans to create some light RGB; need I say more?
I mean they were actually human, probably a weird quirk, I mean my family consists of fiery goats, so a family of deer people doesn’t seem like that much of a stretch at all.
Asriel breaks the silence by embarrassing Dad to kingdom come and back.
“So, it started when Dad absorbed the seven beers.”
He then does an impression of our dad in a state I’ve only seen him in once, being drunk, all in a falsetto, singing too.
“Driving in my car, right after a beer.”
“Hey that bump is shaped like a deer.”
“DUI? How about you die.”
“I’ll go a hundred miles...an hour.”
“Little do you know, I filled up on gas.”
“I’m a get your fountain making ass”
“Pulverise this smuck!”
“With my Bergentrück!”
“It seems you’re outta luck”
“TRUCK!!”
With each verse he acted the scenes out like a mime desperate for attention and purpose in life, drama queen.
“He’s still a theatre kid…” Chara mumbles to no-one in particular.
...
...
“Did I really say all of that?” Dad questions, "And for once I’m using the fifth amendment on any reply you thought I would give. "
[That is admission by silence.]
‘Since when did you become a lawyer?'
[...]
Great, no response.
Dess chirps in, a smug expression despite the cold dead eyes Toriel gave her.
“Honestly, if it wasn’t for my quirk, I’d be toast. Probably roadkill.”
Both me and Asriel seeing the volatile state Mom is in, he deflected the situation.
“So the reason why I wanted to surprise you now…” Asriel grinned, scratching his floppy ears. “ Is because I just got an apprenticeship with Captain Celebrity, the whole shebang!”
My mouth dropped again.
The fourth ranked hero in the US of A, wanted the brother I just met, realised I had, would be going soon, the weird theatre kid in a wizard cosplay?
“Don’t worry, little bro, the internship doesn’t start for at least a month or two, and I just finished college, so I’ll spend time with you all again, did you never wonder why there was just a spare room in the house.”
That’s a good point.
“Ahem,” she said, eyes darting between everyone, but Azzy most in particular. “I also got an internship offer. Not to brag. Same deal as Azzy—Captain Celebrity, first one too, very glam.”
She shot Asriel a sideways look.
“What? No it didn’t!” he snapped.
“Did too. I just got it first and didn’t go about it like a crybaby.”
“You’re just mad he liked my cape more than yours.”
A snarky comment from Asriel.
Retaliated by…
“That cape looks like it was stolen from a renaissance fair.”
“It has style.”
“So does your couch.”
Toriel’s glare intensified between Dad, Dess and Asriel. The room got twenty degrees warmer.
He immediately straightened his back.
“A-anyway! Uh, Frisk, I really did want to be here for you. I mean, you’ve been through a lot with mom and dad, and I missed out on… everything.”
His tone softened, it’s clear he’s trying at least, but that’s the least of his problems right now.
“So,” Toriel said with a dangerous undertone; the subtle edge of a guillotine. “Would someone care to elaborate on what actually happened that night?”
Dess gives an exaggerated shrug, and nonchalant tone to try and dodge the question, although her answer said otherwise.
“Whatever happened that night was real boring, totally just a car crash, it barely hit me.”
“…”
“Miss Dreamurr, you know my quirk, it’s stronger in the dark so I was totally fine.”
“…”
“We all avoided any major injuries.” Asriel adds, to no avail.
“…”
“We all avoided things that night.” Asgore stated in a similar manner to Dess, sipping his tea to hide his worry.
Mom keeps her stern demeanour.
“The ‘lyrics’ of what you sang were baffling, not only attempted vehicular manslaughter and driving under the influence of alcohol”.
She now adopts the heat of a thousand suns, raising her tone but not her voice.
“What are the ‘fountains’ Dess supposedly make?”
…
The entire room turns an awkward silence into a war zone.
“I’ll be in the kitchen, and hoping the food has not burnt in my absence, I cannot force any of you to reveal what has happened, and I will not force you as the past is behind us…”
“But?” All three ask in somewhat nervous unison.
“Was anyone hurt? Did you do anything wrong, other than the… Bergentrück?”
They spoke all at once.
“Nope.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I squinted.
They were so bad at this.
She sighs. “Asgore, no tea for you tonight.”
“As in the drink or tonight’s meal?” A shaky voice asks, hand trembling with his teacup.
“Both.” Replies the blunt voice.
He slumps on the armchair and continues to sip his drink.
“In the meanwhile, Dess why don’t you stay for the night, I know your family recently moved back into town and I’m sure they would understand how dangerous it is for one to go alone at night.”
“Thanks, Miss Dreamurr!”
“Please, call me Tori or Toriel, the pleasure is all mine, I remember when Asriel used to kiss you back in primary school.” [1]
“Mom!”
Dess simply puts on an air of superiority by wagging her finger as Asriel.
“Asriel~” she said trying to tease him as much as possible. “I’m gonna blackmail you forever” voice. “Was it once at recess or twice behind the juice boxes?”
“It was one time! We were five, it was a dare!”
“And now I dare you to live that down, not like we’ve stopped doing that~” she smirked.
“Yes! Yes we have! Stopped that I mean!”
Dess just looks triumphant as she rushes to Asriel’s room. “I’m taking the top bunk!”
“Not if I get there first!” He sprinted faster than Asgore’s truck, his dignity clearly on the line.
All and all, it’s a pretty eventful day, then we played some board games: Dess cheated at Uno somehow, Dad was a master of scrabble but then again we were playing the German version, while Mom dominated Risk without a word.
The day after Dad had a private chat with Dess and Azzy, then she left and it turns out my brother is a big fan of retro games, Joey and the others spent no-time giving me their treasure trove of useless trivia to help me win against him in some Smash Brothers.
Of course, then came the letter.
We all gathered in the living room like it was a national holiday.
Ironic, since I’ve recently just learnt that Dess’s last name is Holiday.
Sealed. Thick. Official-looking enough to make Toriel straighten her posture and Asgore choke on his tea twice, probably because the symbol of U.A. was on the darn thing.
Chara was still quiet.
That scared me more than the envelope.
Dess was already texting bets into her phone.
Asriel was bouncing his leg like he was ready to duel the letter in Smash.
I, on the other hand, was trying not to throw up.
Toriel handed it to me gently.
“No matter what it says,” she said, “we’re proud of you.”
I nodded, and opened the letter quickly to get it over with.
Inside was a thin card, shimmering with holographic light, and a note with embossed golden lettering. A small screen lit up and a holographic figure appeared.
It was bright.
Too bright.
The hologram burst into full image and there he was—All Might, in all his glory, golden smile blinding like a flash bang from his pearly whites, hair defying gravity, with his muscles that weren’t purely for show.
“Hello! Young Hero.”
“I know we haven’t met yet, but your performance put on quite the show, it’s my first time seeing such a powerful quirk in the hands of a such a child like yourself, you’ve had the entire staff in a frenzy!”
So he watched everything, possibly the fact that I somehow fainted mid-skydive that was definitely not due to overwhelming shock from being stabbed by a school-funded robot.
“You demonstrated pure tenacity, strength, determination and the commitment to save others, especially when you were the one who put them in danger in the first place, that is true responsibility.”
The hologram continued, now joined by another voice—lighter, precise, and a little too chipper.
Principal Nezu.
I’ve heard of him, and apparently Mom and Dad go way back with him, but I’m not sure what he is, and as if he read my mind he answered my question.
Sort of.
“That's right. It's me, Nezu, the one who could be a dog, a mouse, polecat, weasel, I’ve even heard that people call me a bear!” He shows off some eccentric hand gestures while doing so, spilling his tea everywhere except himself. “But more importantly... I'm the principal!"
“And now for the formal side of things!” he said with a grin so wide I could hear it, as it rivalled Almight’s smile in terms of uncanny valley. “Congratulations, Frisk Dreemurr! You’ve officially been accepted into the Hero Course, Class A!”
“The villain points you have accumulated are rather impressive! You have earned 73 in total!”
A small ding played as it showed a leaderboard of the top ten appeared on screen, my name appeared in third place between Sparkles and a guy called Eijiro Kirishima, some European name under him too.
I blinked. That was…way more that what I was expecting.
Wow. My friends really carried me through huh.
“However.” Nezu continued, “there is another category unannounced at the time; to measure genuine heroism: rescue points. These are awarded when examinees demonstrate selfless acts of bravery during the trial.”
It showed on the screen the different point categories, splitting the screen into four sections: name, villain points, rescue points and total points.
And I scored 10 rescue points.
“With the extra points you racked up, your final total is 83 points!”
The number flowed in bold, and I hear a slight cackle from Nezu.
Then his voice dropped in pitch, just slightly.
“That breaks the entrance exam record. Surpassing even All Might’s performance by a full point.”
The room was dead silent.
“I’d like to personally congratulate you on this historic feat. And… per tradition…”
Nezu added a dramatic pause for effect.
“…you will be delivering the opening speech at this year’s U.A. Sports Festival.”
Dess let out a low whistle.
Asriel‘s mouth dropped.
Mom gasped softly and covered her mouth.
Dad was almost crying already.
The video ended with a little fanfare jingle.
I stared at the screen.
Blank.
No thoughts.
“No offence. But you. A speech? We’re all doomed.” Lily sighs as she racks her head in contempt.
Clover chuckles and tries to reassure me.
“There’s definitely no need to RESET now, is there?”
Oliver followed Dess’s low whistle and smirks.
“We just beat a living legend’s record; you should be happier!”
“And I was barely conscious for most of it.” I mutter under my breath, thankfully no-one heard that.
Before I could stage an impromptu disappearance into the attic, Toriel clapped her hands together.
“Well! I think this calls for a celebration!”
Dad wiped his eyes with a sleeve and stood up like he was announcing his retirement.
Then Mom came in and stood right in front me, in case I still had any thoughts about escape.
“We shall bake every pie we know.”
“Every?” I asked warily.
“Every.”
“I second this motion,” Asriel added, already pulling out the old recipe book to look up old recipes.
Dess stretched out on the couch like she owned it.
“Cool. I’ll just supervise. And taste-test.”
“So nothing.” I replied.
“Exactly.”
And that was how we spent the rest of the night—baking three pies at once, burning one, eating the other two, fighting over who got to name their own pie the “Victory Pie,” and laughing so much my ribs hurt.
The burnt pie was obviously Dess’s, despite her wanting to taste-test she immediately got bored of waiting and ‘helped’ Azzy make his pie, it didn’t help that it was snail pie.
The second was actually Dad’s which everyone ate before we could name it The Victory Pie, rather buttery, more so my brother’s taste than mine.
So the only pie available was Mom’s pie, Butterscotch and Cinnamon, obviously the best tasting as a classic but Mom, Dess and Asriel were ‘fighting’ over who got to name it and therefore give the first slice to me, in the end I had to eat through three large slices before anyone could even talk.
All in all, a pretty nice time, and the rest of my time before U.A. was spending time with family, and when Dess came over occasionally.
School shouldn’t be that crazy right?
/// Chara’s POV.
Asriel is still alive.
So is Flowey.
How is everyone else not freaking out about this?
Thank God, Frisk didn’t look into Clover’s mistake when he screwed up.
Wait.
So, when I don’t exist, Asriel is still alive.
While when I am Asriel’s friend…
He’s…
Nevermind that for the time being.
Frisk got into U.A.
I’m not surprised, seeing how we carried them throughout the entire thing, Frisk being down for the count.
But I suppose Frisk being a hero would at least help cure that growing savour complex, if the teachers are competent that is.
And I have no clue who Dess is, so let’s add that into the pile of things that make no sense.
Ah well, I suppose I’ll do what I do best.
/// Frisk’s POV, First Day at U.A.
It’s early.
Too early.
Mom often says early bird gets the worm, but this is ridiculous.
Dad and Azzy are taking me to school, Mom would but someone had to supervise Dad’s shop and Mom didn’t want him to miss out on quality bonding time.
But I suppose even the early morning has its fair share of nice moments, walking over a sea of soft indigo with streaks of orange is a very serene experience.
“You know, Frisk,” he says, chuckling in that warm, soft and overbearing tone I’ve heard quite a few times whenever Dess is around, due to the infamous Truck Incident, “it’s been ages since I got to walk someone to their first day of school.”
“Didn’t you drive me to school the first time, what changed?” I ask innocently.
“The deer incident.” Asriel replies bluntly.
“I may have had my truck keys confiscated after the incident during non-work hours…”
“Dad…does Mom still think you’re twelve?” Azzy says with a hint of surprise and pity.
“No, I’m even younger!” He retaliates with a hearty chuckle and the worst dad joke I’ve heard to date.
Azzy sighs.
“That’s not a no… y’know what nevermind.”
We reach the gates after what seemed like being lost for an hour, they’re taller than I remember. Or maybe they always were. Giant iron bars, gold trim, the U.A. insignia gleaming in the early light.
“You nervous?” Asriel asks me, adjusting the strap on his scabbard. He looks way too put together for someone who used to fall asleep during math class, at least that’s what Dess told me.
“Probably.” I shrug.
“You shouldn’t be. Worst-case scenario, you just end up outscoring the top ten again.”
“Please don’t say that.”
“I mean, you’re kind of a big deal now.” As he smirks at me with a knowing grin. “Speech at one of the world’s biggest events kinds of big deal.”
Dad gently puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, Frisk. The whole family’s proud of you. And we’ll be cheering from the crowd every step of the way.”
“Even if you bomb the speech,” Asriel adds helpfully. “All you need to do is make a few friends, pass exams, be a decent hero. Maybe don’t vaporise the school.”
This put a smile on my face.
“No promises!”
Everyone had a bit of a laugh from that.
But once they left, I realised something.
Walking to anywhere in this place was a pain.
They had at least five different sites all next to each other with classrooms in each.
So let’s see what the school has in store, other than a clear lack of scale except for the word gigantic, and we can’t forget confusing, I wonder if the site could count as a modern art piece.
Wandering corridors aimlessly however gives a lot of time to kill.
“This is definitely an improvement to the last two schools.” Chara chirps up after what practically was a week-long silence.
“If this place has the budget to do a yearly deathmatch with robots as an exam for children, it probably has the budget for this.” Joey floats next to me as he says this.
“Astute observation Banquo, the air is delicate.” Chara replies with a mocking tone.
Ava cuts in before the debate starts. “Guys. Banter later. Frisk has enough voices in their head already.
There’s a pause. Then, flatly.
“I was right,” Joey mutters. “Chara’s defensive again. Guess seeing him shook them.”
Chara doesn’t answer.
And honestly, neither do I.
Chara had nothing to say to that, even though he specified who.
Anyways, arriving early, means I get to socialise, which should be good for me, considering my only close friends are figments of my quirk.
[It can’t be that bad, you’ve had lots of experience talking to us.]
‘Yeah.’
[Very descriptive]
‘Thanks Captain Obvious.’
Ava just stares at Chara; I'd call that a sixth sense.
Whether I’m eager or stalling however is up for you to decide yourself.
Nevertheless, I entered the room.
It’s a pretty sight.
Flirting.
I like the word but actually doing it?
Let’s not go there.
Some grape haired kid and blonde not so spiky Pomeranian chat with all the girls to varying degrees of success, the most successful is being friend zoned while the worst speaks for itself, minor pranks around the classroom won’t get you anywhere pal.
Then the stuck up kid from the exam runs right up towards me, Oliver with no hesitation almost gut punches him, but he bows at the last minute.
“Hello! I am Iida Tenya from Soumei Junior High School.”
This obviously made me wince, since the only time I’ve seen something remotely similar is Azzy’s roleplaying, it’s bad.
“Howdy, I’m Frisk, Frisk Dreemurr.” As I put up a genuine smile, as despite my recent pessimistic behaviour mostly due to stress and dying in hindsight, being in the world’s top hero school does give me a lot of comfort.
“I must hand it to you; you divined the actual nature of the practical exam while I was blind to it!” He bows again vigorously. “I am sorry for my poor conduct yesterday while next to you, I deserved the slap you gave!”
“It’s all fine and good, technically I didn’t even slap you in the first place.”
“Hnmm?”
“I have a sentient quirk.”
The whole class bursts towards me from my blunt response, suddenly very interested in me, probably because they heard my name too.
“Wait. You’re Frisk! That kid who demolished their city block—that’s so manly!” said a red-haired guy from across the room, practically glowing with excitement. “Nice to meet you! I’m Eijiro Kirishima!”
“It appears we have found one of our kin. My name is Fumikage Tokoyami, my quirk is known as Dark Shadow.”
Wow. He’s…
“An Emo.” Chara states in the bluntest way possible.
“And I’m Dark Shadow!” A black bird-like figure phases into existence from the shirt of the emo kid, having a much more enthusiastic response, I think.
A bunch of others start crowding around me, as if I needed more attention.
“You’re the little SHIT THAT STOLE ALL MY POINTS!”
“That is unacceptable behaviour towards our fellow classmates!”Then comes the broccoli haired kid who shouts more so screams at the hobo that’s been at our feet for five minutes, in a deluxe yellow sleeping bag.
“If you’re hunting for buddies, go do it elsewhere.” Said the hobo with a gravelly deadpan that hit the whole room.
“Wow, I found a guy more monotone than Joey.” Chara snides to no-one in particular.
“Is he in the right place?” Oliver exclaims, trying not to laugh.
“This is the department of heroics!” He slogged, sucking a jelly packet dry afterwards.
He then hops in his potato sack towards the halls, everyone followed out of curiosity.
“Hmm. It took you lot eight seconds to quieten down when I arrived.”
He emerges out of the potato sack with heavy eyebags and the shaggiest hair I’ve seen that would put Azzy to shame.
“Life is short, you’re all lacking in common sense. And if you couldn’t tell I’m your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta.”
...
“Pleasure meeting you.” he quickly adds to fill the awkward silence.
“Wear these. Immediately.” He pulls out the blue and white P.E. Uniform. “And shove off to the P.E. grounds.”
We end up in a training ground the size of an Olympic stadium; the air smelled like ozone and fresh paint. No cheering, no coaches, just silence and sky.
“A QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST?” Everyone screams, thank God no-one has a sound quirk.
“What about the ceremony? Or guidance counsellor meeting?” Says a bubbly brown-haired girl waving her hand.
“If you want to be heroes, we don’t have time for frilly luxuries.” His quick dismissal shut the rest of the class up.
“I guess I’ll explain everything then.” He abruptly stops and stares at the class.
“The school has a reputation for freedom, no two classes are the same, well that freedom goes to everyone, most notability us teachers.”
“As such, I’ll make you all do familiar middle school activities, but you’re all allowed to use your quirk.”
He looks at the closest kid to him.
“Bakugo, how far could you pitch a baseball in middle school?”
“67 Meters.”
He gives a softball to him.
“Try using your quirk this time, you can do anything, as long as you don’t exit the circle there.”
“Don’t hold back.”
Bakugo winded up. Just grinned like he’d been waiting all morning to blow something up and roared—
“DIIIIEEEE!”
The explosion cracked through the sky like thunder. The ball disappeared into the clouds, leaving a trail of smoke that made fireworks look like children's toys and light so bright, it might have rivalled Almight’s smile, almost like lightning had struck unto the field.
I flinched.
Everyone flinched.
“Before anything else, one must know what they are capable of.” Aizawa regains our attention.
“As such, this test will serve as a rational metric for the basis of your ‘Hero Foundation.”
He flips out a tablet, showing Bakugo’s Score: 705.2m.
“Awesome, that looks so fun!”
“705 metres? Unreal!”
“We can really use our quirks now? That’s the department of heroics for you!”
...
“It looks fun...you say?”
This rhetorical question sent shivers down my spine, silence only grew.
“This is Mad Dummy all over again...” Chara mumbles, who or what is Mad Dummy?
Aizawa doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to.
His tone is flat, colder than the morning wind. No explosions. No sparkles. Just the quiet burn of disappointment—like a parent who doesn’t need to yell.
That’s worse.
“Having a good ol’ time? What happened to becoming heroes?”
He drags his fingers down his face, slow, the class’s collective stupidity physically weighing on him. His hair falls around his eyes, casting shadows so deep, they stare back at you.
“So, you were planning to spend your three years here… goofing off?”
The entire class is drowning in silence.
“Welp, tragedy strikes again.” Joey comments while staring at Chara for God knows what reason.
“This doesn’t really seem fair.” Clover points out, and I thought Chara was Captain Obvious.
“In that case,” Aizawa continues, “new rule.”
Oh no.
“The student who ranks last in total points…”
A pause, just long enough for my stomach to drop.
“…will be judged hopeless.”
“And instantly expelled.”
“Whaaaat!” someone gasps.
“Seriously?! What am I gonna do?!” yells someone else—definitely the flirting duo in hindsight.
Me?
I say nothing.
Because if he’s bluffing, it’s the best poker face I’ve seen in my life.
And if he’s not…
[Well.] Chara whispers in my head. [Time to either impress or RESET, and that rhymes.]
“Chara!” Ava scolds then as she looks back at Frisk. “You’re the top scorer in your year group; you definitely have enough talent to pass.” She says in a motherly tone.
The shock still hasn’t left the class.
Voices rise. Not brave ones—panicked ones.
“But this is our first day!”
“You can’t just expel someone over a PE test!”
“What kind of school is this?”
And in the middle of it, Aizawa doesn’t blink.
“Unreasonable?” he asks, like it’s a foreign word. “Japan is now positively drenched in ‘unreasonable.’”
His voice doesn’t rise, but it spreads. A ripple across the field.
“Villains don’t wait for your feelings. Natural disasters don’t pause for guidance counsellors. Egomaniacs don’t ask if you’re ready.”
He points—right at us.
“From now on, your life at U.A. will be hardship. Trial after trial.”
“Sounds like a Tuesday,” Clover says flatly.
“He’s right,” Chara says. And that’s the scarier part—they agree with someone.
“He still doesn’t have to be so blunt ‘bout it.” Clover comments.
Aizawa folds his arms.
“If you were counting on hanging out with friends at McDonald’s after school… that’s too bad.”
“He just attacked capitalism and friendship in the same sentence?” Joey murmurs.
“Based.” Lily adds quietly.
Then Aizawa holds up a single finger.
“This is Plus Ultra.”
Some looked as if he dug their grave personally and set up their deathbeds.
“I expect you to overcome these trials. And climb to the top.”