MHA: Mewtwo

What followed for Raiden was anything but amusing. First, he endured a thorough interrogation about the incident. The police reviewed footage from every camera along his route, piecing together the events with meticulous care. Only after confirming the full context of the situation was Raiden allowed to leave. But his release came with a stern lecture about using his Quirk without a license.

The only reason he narrowly avoided being charged with misconduct was a critical technicality: he hadn't actively offensively used his abilities. He hadn't attacked anyone only turned into another form. The police classified this incident as a close call, sparing him due to his status as a future U.A. student and hero. However, they made it abundantly clear this leniency wouldn't extend to future infractions.

At first his parents didn't say anything when they arrived at the police station, however, when they got home, his troubles only deepened.

 His parents were furious. His mother's disappointment weighed heavily on him, and his father's sharp words cut deeper than any scolding from the police. The punishment was swift: grounded for an entire week, with one exception—he was allowed to train for U.A. First day, but only under strict supervision.

Even his friends didn't hold back. Emi, ever the voice of reason in his life, slapped him hard. "That was reckless and stupid," she scolded, her frustration cutting through him more than her words. Raiden accepted the criticism without protest, head held high but heart heavy. He knew he'd acted impulsively.

But amidst all the backlash, one truth crystallized in his mind. He had a clear goal now. Yesterday's encounter had revealed the immense gap between his power and that of his future adversary. The red Oni's strength rivaled that of a top-ranked hero, perhaps as powerful as the fourth or fifth hero in Japan. That realization alone was enough to ignite a fire within him. Raiden knew he'd need to work harder than ever before, well that's was only Raiden estimation. 

After the incident, a whole week had passed, and finally, the day Raiden had been waiting for arrived: his first day at U.A. High. Over the past week, he'd spent nearly every moment training, meditating to refine his control over his powers, and reflecting on his goals and motivations. It wasn't like he had many other options—his punishment had strictly limited his activities. The only break in the monotony came when his new uniform and tracksuit were delivered midweek, a small but exciting reminder of what was to come.

When the morning finally came, Raiden leaped out of bed and dressed as quickly as he could, carefully slipping into his pristine new uniform. He practically flew down the stairs, where his parents were waiting with breakfast already prepared. For the first time since the incident, they didn't seem upset. Instead, their expressions were soft, even proud. They wished him good luck with genuine warmth, and feeling their support, Raiden couldn't help but smile. After scarfing down his meal, he grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, his excitement palpable.

The journey to the U.A. was long—a grueling hour and a half—but the sight of the massive entrance gates made every second worth it. Standing before the imposing structure, Raiden took a deep breath, letting the significance of the moment wash over him. This was it. The beginning of a new chapter.

With renewed energy, Raiden made his way toward his classroom. The principal building, located conveniently near the main entrance, housed the first-year classes. It was a thoughtful design choice; otherwise, students might have faced an exhausting trek across the expansive campus each day.

Raiden hurried down the hallways, heart pounding with anticipation. When he finally spotted the door to his classroom, he didn't hesitate. He pushed it open—only to be greeted by an unexpected and bizarre sight.

"Why the hell are you naked, dude?" Raiden blurted out, his excitement momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief.

Standing before him, completely unfazed, was the same blond boy from the entrance exam. "Haha! Sorry, sorry," the boy laughed, scratching the back of his head. "I still have trouble controlling my Quirk sometimes, and, well, it tends to leave me like this." He struck a carefree pose. "I'm Mirio Togata, by the way. Nice to meet you!"

Raiden blinked, his brain scrambling to process the situation. "Y-yeah, I know who you are. We fought together during the exam. You helped me with those robots," he managed to say.

"Aah, right! You've got that transformation Quirk, don't you?" Mirio replied, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "You look different now, but the gray and purple in your hair and eyes are the same as back then. Makes sense now!"

Raiden couldn't decide if this was the strangest or most amusing start to his U.A. journey. One thing was certain, though: this situation was beyond uncomfortable. "Can you put your clothes back on, please?" he deadpanned, his face stoic but his mind reeling. Raiden considered himself a carefree person, but this new classmate seemed to redefine the word. Even Emi, his notoriously reckless friend, couldn't hold a candle to Mirio's eccentricity.

Glancing around the classroom, Raiden realized there were only three people present: himself, Mirio, and another familiar figure. Sitting quietly was the black-haired boy who had helped him during the test. Recognizing him, Raiden raised his hand in a friendly wave. "Hi, Amajiki-san. Both of you are early."

Tamaki Amajiki, barely visible under the shadow of his hoodie, hesitated before responding. Avoiding direct eye contact, he gave a small wave in return and mumbled, "Mirio was anxious, so he dragged me here early. There are still twenty minutes before class starts." His voice was so soft Raiden almost missed it.

"HAHAHAHA! Yup, we were so excited we couldn't wait any longer!" Mirio chimed in loudly from behind Raiden. "But hey, you're here early too, Rai-kun!"

"Rai-kun?" Raiden repeated, turning to Mirio with wide eyes.

"Yeah!" Mirio beamed, completely ignoring Raiden's stunned expression. "It sounds good, doesn't it? You can just call me Mirio—no need for honorifics or anything!"

Raiden couldn't help but chuckle at the blonde's unshakable enthusiasm. His laugh drew a curious tilt of the head from Mirio and a fleeting, cautious glance from Tamaki. "Sorry," Raiden said, trying to suppress his grin. "You just reminded me of my best friend. She gave me that nickname the first time we met back in school. Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you guys properly—and thanks for the help during the exam."

Mirio's smile grew even wider—if that was even possible—and Tamaki gave a small, almost imperceptible nod in acknowledgment.

 Despite the unconventional start, Raiden felt a spark of excitement. Maybe this group wasn't so bad after all.

Raiden walked over to Tamaki, placed his bag beside the timid boy, and took a seat. Tamaki, however, shrank even further into his hoodie, avoiding eye contact. Concerned, Raiden glanced at Mirio, silently asking if something had happened. Mirio just grinned and shrugged. "Tamaki's a little shy, that's all," he explained with a carefree laugh. "But don't worry—he has a good impression of you!"

At this, Tamaki gave a small nod and awkwardly raised a thumb in Raiden's direction, his gesture barely peeking out from his oversized sleeve. Raiden smiled, appreciating the silent acknowledgment.

The next arrivals were three brothers, who entered the room mid-argument about some kind of competition they seemed to take very seriously. Introducing themselves as the Naoka brothers, each had an equally peculiar hairstyle.

The eldest, Naoka Ichiri, sported a shiny silver hammer-shaped hairstyle, contrasting sharply with his pale skin and dark eyes. The middle brother, Nichiri, had the same silver hair but styled it into a blade-like shape perched on his head. Lastly, the youngest, Sanri, displayed the most bizarre style of all—a miniature spear crafted entirely from his hair.

Before Raiden could fully process the unique appearances of the students around him, his attention was drawn to a girl. It wasn't her beauty that captivated him but rather her cold demeanor and icy eyes. It was the same girl he had encountered with Tamaki and Mirio earlier during the exam.

"Hello, everyone," she greeted apathetically, bowing her head slightly before walking directly to her seat. Her face was undeniably beautiful but carried an air of coldness and sadness—an impression that struck Raiden almost immediately.

The rest of the students took turns introducing themselves, most offering only brief, polite remarks before quietly settling into their seats. The atmosphere in the room was subdued, almost tense, as everyone adjusted to their surroundings.

Raiden's gaze lingered on the cold girl, intrigued by her distant demeanor. She looked at everyone with detached eyes, interacting only minimally. Her personality stood in stark contrast to Mirio's warm and outgoing nature. Yet, she didn't exhibit the characteristic shyness of Tamaki or the hesitations that some of the other students seemed to carry. There was something enigmatic about her—a quiet strength wrapped in layers of frost—that Raiden found impossible to ignore.

Eventually, the girl noticed Raiden watching her. He saw a spark of curiosity ignite in her eyes, but before she could approach him or ask something, the classroom door opened, and the teacher walked in.

"To your seats," the teacher commanded, his voice steady yet commanding. "Class is about to start."

The students quickly settled into their places, anticipation buzzing in the air. The man who stood before them was no ordinary instructor. Dressed in his hero suit, a rifle strapped across his back and a red cape flowing behind him, he exuded a commanding presence. His confident demeanor left no doubt—this was a well-known hero, one of the top heroes in Japan.

 The room fell silent as everyone waited to see what their first day at U.A. had in store.

"First, let me introduce myself," the teacher began, his voice steady but commanding. "I'm Snipe, a pro hero. I've been in the field for ten years and a teacher for another five, giving me fifteen years of experience in total. And now, I will be your homeroom teacher."

Snipe picked up the classroom list and glanced at it before continuing.

"This year, we have a group of particularly talented students. However," he paused, his tone shifting slightly, "this year, the number of students is smaller than in previous years. As you can see, there are only eleven of you here. You might be wondering why there aren't the usual twenty students in the class. The answer is simple: apart from you, the rest of the candidates didn't meet the minimum criteria. For that reason, we only accepted eleven students each into Classes 1-A and 1-B. The others were assigned to the general course."

His explanation hung in the air for a moment, and then he continued. "Before we begin with introductions and a short exercise, does anyone have any questions?"

The first hand to shoot up belonged to the blue-haired girl, Nejire, her curiosity vibrant, however, her eyes showed no emotion.

"Ne, teacher, what's your real name? You didn't introduce yourself with your actual name—only your hero name," she said 

Snipe hummed thoughtfully, nodding at the valid question.

"There's a reason for that," he replied. "It's for safety. Villains shouldn't know our real names. Even though Japan is relatively safe during daylight, it's better to be cautious. Unfortunately, not all heroes share this view, but it's something we'll discuss more in class." He shifted gears quickly, waving off the heavier topic. "For now, let's move on to introductions. Who wants to go first?"

The Naoka brothers volunteered, their bold personalities fitting for the role of icebreakers. They introduced themselves with their characteristic flair, each explaining their unique hairstyles and competitive nature.

Next came Mirio, whose infectious energy brought a light-heartedness to the room. Nejire followed, her bubbly demeanor making everyone smile. Then it was Raiden's turn. He kept it brief, but his calm and collected nature left an impression. Finally, Tamaki stood, mumbling his introduction shyly, his eyes never leaving the floor.

The rest of the students followed suit, introducing themselves one by one in quick succession. As each name was spoken, the class began to feel less like strangers and more like a group of individuals with the same goal

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hello guys, here a new chapter, also I uploaded an auxiliar one, it was to clarify the power levels in this fic. 

I said it in the description, but I will do it again, in this fic, the heroes and villians are stronger than in the original series, if you feel like I'm making the protagonist weak o I nerfed him, isn't that, is just that I'm making the rest stronger.

I hope a couple of power stones, leave you comment, I will try to respond the best I can, Have a good day.