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He always wondered what happened to him after the fire that day.Was he dead? Did he move away? He never knew. His own best friend never came back to him, even after their promise. Their promise that they would stay the best of friends 'till they both up and dropped dead.But he left him. It didn't matter if he was dead or alive. What mattered was that he was gone and he had no idea where. And Monoma Neito was going to find out even if it killed him. He made it. After working hard for so many years and training his butt off against his tutors and trainers he had finally done it and passed the entrance exams.He was officially a student at UA, the number one high school for hero hopefuls. He got into the hero course's Class 1-B, his Maman was so proud of him. His father... well... he thankfully left the picture a long time ago, shortly after his accident, actually... When he met his new classmates and teacher he was happy to see his middle school friend Kendo there as well. It made him feel proud that they were the first from their Jr. to even attempt going to UA.He greeted her with his signature 'smirk-but-really-a-smile'. He met some of his other classmates, for example, like this one boy who could turn into steel and this one girl from America who looked like a horse or a goat. His teacher was the amazing pro hero Vlad King, who looked tough and grouchy, but was honestly a really sweet person. He sighed, leaning back in his chair while watching Kendo converse with the steel boy and another girl with brown hair.'Yep', he thought, 'this is going to be a very good year' Boy did those arrogant fools in that Class 1-A piss him off. It was lunch time, about 4 days away from the Sports Festival and he was sitting at a table with his class watching Class A acting like jerks. Acting all high and mighty, treating their sister class as a bunch of inferiors, It simply wasn't fair. They got attacked by villains sure, big whoop, but Class B still mattered too! And that Bakugou kid. Ugh, what a brat. 'I can't wait to copy his quirk and smash his face in with it during the Sports Festival!' At the thought, Neito grinned, bits of unruly bloodlust seeping out, unknowingly giving poor Shiozaki and Komori across from him heart attacks.