You were convinced nothing felt worse than going into the UA Hero Entrance Exams, only to get put into the Gen-Ed Course.

The first month at UA felt so...numb.

You were constantly dissociating. None of the school work interested you or challenged you. P.E. was moderately interesting, but no one was on your level. All any of your classmates did was bitch and moan about the Hero Course.

Then, you were getting pulled out of class during homeroom.

By Shouta Aizawa.

You got straight A's. You had perfect behavior. You participated in class. Yet you were convinced you were going to get expelled.

Why else would you be getting called out of your homeroom class by the Heroics teacher?

Sure, Shouta taught your AP math class, but as far as you knew, there was nothing wrong or going on in that class.

Maybe he was going to berate you, saying that getting expelled would be a life lesson you needed to learn. Or that your dreams mean nothing if you couldn't make them happen yourself.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even realized you had already walked across the school into Shouta's quiet, cozy office.

"Have a seat." He spoke quietly, his tone gentle.