MHA: Harder Better Faster Stronger

Reiji stepped through the gate, hands in his pockets. Same morning crowd half-asleep, buzzing, dragging their feet.

"Yo, Reiji! Wait up!"

He slowed, didn't turn.

Denki came jogging up, one strap falling off his shoulder, bag bouncing, already sweating

"Why're you walking so fast?" he asked, a little out of breath.

Reiji didn't break stride. "Wasn't."

"You kinda were," Denki muttered, falling in beside him. "Not complaining. Guess it counts as warmup or whatever."

Reiji adjusted his bag. Shrugged. "Didn't notice."

They cut through the main doors. Everyone inside still looked half dead. Someone was yawning loud near the shoe lockers. Some group was already talking costume tweaks like it was life or death.

Reiji glanced around.

Denki kept pace beside him, still catching his breath a little. "You think we're doing combat stuff today? Or more Quirk drills?"

"idk," Reiji said. "today is hero studies so there might be something to do."

They reached the stairs. Second floor.

Reiji pushed the door open to 1-A and walked in.

—

By the time they got to class, most of the seats were already taken.

Reiji Just cut across the row like usual second from the back, right side. Nobody called dibs, but people were already falling into habits. That spot was his.

He dropped into the chair, leaned back a little. One leg forward, back straight. Just comfortable.

First period dragged. Mostly roll call and some dry breakdown about evacuation zones. Reiji wrote down what mattered, tuned out the rest.

Denki knocked his pen off the desk twice. Jirou tapped her fingers through the whole second class. Tenya asked a question so long, the teacher had to ask him to summarize it.

Lunch showed up. Rice was whatever. Sato had five trays again. Mina nearly knocked her drink over trying to get a dumb photo of Kaminari mid-spark. Something about "#chargedup."

Reiji just watched from his side of the room, eating slow.

Then the bell rang.

Hero Studies.

SLAM.

The classroom door slammed open hard enough to rattle the wall.

"I AM… COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

All Might strode in, bright costume and all. The whole room shifted. People sat up. A few whispered. Someone actually clapped.

Reiji blinked once,

Big entrance. Loud.

God, that thing's bright. Like, blinding. He really wants everyone's attention before he even opens his mouth.

...Yeah, well. It's working.

Kirishima's grin was way too wide. "He's really here. He's actually teaching us!"

Ojiro leaned in. "That's the Silver Age one. Shoulder pattern's different. Man, this is nuts."

Reiji sat up just a little straighter.

The air in the room it changed fast. People were locked in now.

All Might planted himself in front of the board.

"Welcome to the most important class at U.A.! This is Heroing 101!"

That got a few louder reactions. Kirishima basically bounced in his seat. Ojiro leaned forward like he was really focused.

Reiji hand adjusted the corner of his sleeve without thinking.

All Might grinned wide. "And for today's lesson… we're doing combat training!"

The room popped. Desks scraped. Someone's chair almost tipped. No one was faking the energy.

All Might raised a hand again.

"But before we begin—there's something you all need to understand. One of the most essential parts of being a Pro…"

He turned and pointed toward the side wall .

That got half the class on their feet before he even finished the sentence.

"These costumes were built off your Quirk registration forms, plus your submitted preferences. They're waiting in the locker rooms."

LOCKER ROOM

Reiji opened his locker.

The suit was folded sharp dark navy, nearly black. Gold trim traced the collar, sleeves, and pant legs. No padding, no armor. Just clean lines and the fit he'd asked for. Looked somewhere between a dress uniform and a sparring set.

He pulled his shirt off and grabbed the inner layer. Tight fit. Slid over his torso clean, sleeves stiff at the forearms.

Two lockers down, Kirishima paused halfway into his gear.

"Dude. What the hell. You're built like a statue."

"Whoa. You're jacked, man. what do you do"

Reiji adjusted the seam at his wrist.

"I train."

Kirishima chuckled, tugging a boot on. "I breathe. Not the same thing."

Reiji reached for the jacket.

"Then push harder."

Reiji reached for the jacket next. Slid it on. Fit snug across the shoulders. The gold buttons fastened with weight. Pants up, belt locked, boots tight.

He checked the collar, brushed his bangs back in the mirror, and ran a hand down one sleeve.

[TL:-Hey guys, Let me know if anything felt off or didn't land right. I'm still working on the how the character comes across. Open to any thoughts—appreciate the feedback.]