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The halls of U.A. High School buzzed with the familiar chaos of a new academic year. Lockers clanged, students' voices collided in a constant undertone of chatter, laughter, and occasional squabbles. But (Y/N) moved through it all as though it were an entirely different world—a world she had no intention of joining.
Each step was measured, purposeful, and entirely devoid of the aimlessness that most first-years seemed to flaunt at the start of a school year. She was not here to make friends, to charm teachers, or to smile politely at classmates she couldn't care less about. She wasn't here to admire legacy or play the part of starry-eyed student.
If anything, she found most of the heroic fluff nauseating.
She was here to excel—and if anyone had a problem with that, well, that was their problem, not hers.
Notebook in hand, she walked at a steady pace, her eyes scanning the floor tiles as if the cracks contained more truths than the people crowding the corridor. She barely acknowledged the clusters of students greeting each other, sidestepping a fist-bumping duo with a silent calculation of their collision trajectory.
No, people were predictable only in how unpredictable they could be.
Numbers, facts, probabilities—those were reliable.
Her footsteps echoed off the polished floors, sharp and precise. The occasional glance cast in her direction went unnoticed. Teachers' attempts at polite greetings, classmates' half-hearted nods—none of it warranted a response. To (Y/N), social niceties were inefficiencies, human interactions the kind that skewed results rather than enhanced them.
The book in her hands was heavy. The cover read: Strategics: Advanced Hero Tactics and Analytical Operations.
The whispers followed her like a dull echo bouncing off the lockers.
"Is that... the Strategics trial student?" one girl murmured, craning her neck to see past the crowd.
"Yeah... I heard she was handpicked by Principal Nezu himself. Must be some kind of genius or something." another added, voice low enough to suggest they were trying to seem casual.
(Y/N) didn't glance their way.
She didn't need to. Their fascination was noise, an irrelevant data point in a sea of sensory input.
Her quirk, Augmented Reality, ran tirelessly in the background.
Numbers scrolled across her vision, probabilities, trajectories, and optimal outcomes overlaid onto the chaotic ballet of first-year students.
Each locker hinge, each backpack strap, even the glint off a pair of glasses was annotated in her mind's eye. People, in particular, were grids of information: height, estimated weight, gait efficiency, and emotional fluctuations calculated in real-time.
A boy carrying too many books stumbled slightly.
Instantly, (Y/N)'s vision highlighted the center of mass shift, the friction coefficient of his shoes against the tile. 93% probability he'd drop something.
She sidestepped, precise and unbothered, without a flicker of surprise.
She scanned the corridor further.
The whispers, the eyes on her, the calculations of social interest—it was all background noise, easily filtered.
The Strategics program wasn't about small talk, friendship, or cliques; it was about results. And that was what she excelled at.
Her vision flickered briefly as her quirk processed the crowd. Focus zones, probabilities of tripping, likelihood of confrontation, optimal paths for movement—all streamed across her augmented reality interface.
"Why her?" someone whispered again.
"No idea. She just scowls at everyone."
"That's kinda rude.."
(Y/N) tuned it out entirely.
She owed them nothing. Glances, smiles—pointless.
Ahead, the doors to the Strategics classroom gleamed, a subtle, sterile glow against the hall. She pushed them open without hesitation. The faint hum of tech and the faint scent of sterilized paper greeted her.
This wasn't a place for chatter.
This was a place for calculation, for strategy, for truth.
Something she was good at.
As she stepped inside, the world shifted subtly in her vision.
Every desk, every monitor, every tool in the room was already indexed and classified..
Finally, she thought, somewhere worth my attention.
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