U.A. Official First Day.

Rhyki groaned as her alarm blared, shooting through her ears and waking her from a deep slumber. She slapped it into silence before rubbing sleep from her eyes. She sat up and cracked her shoulders. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she peered over at the other bed that was beside hers but against the wall. She smirked as she saw a tuft of black and green hair peeking from the top of the duvet. That was all that could be seen. Rolling her eyes, Rhyki disappeared into the bathroom and sorted herself out. Walking back into her bedroom, orange toothbrush hanging out her mouth, she shook her brother awake. He grumbled at her.
"Five more minutes Rhyki."

"Nope. Get up you lazy arsehole. First official day and all that shit. We're going to find out which fucking extras are going to be in our class for the next however long." She threw the duvet back and he glared before stretching languidly.
"If I'm a lazy arsehole, then you're clearly a bitch."
"The correct term, I shall have you know, is Captain Bitch. And don't you forget it, my beloved First Mate Arsehole." They chuckled at that. He cracked as he stretched. His tightly muscled body was highlighted by the sunlight that streamed through the windows as she yanked open the curtains, flooding the room with light. She knew he was good looking but couldn't see the rapt fascination that others had with him.

Probably because he was pretty much her brother in all but blood and the fact they might as well be joined at the hip. He threw the duvet off completely and stood up. His pyjama shorts hung low on his hips, showing off the deep V line he had and drew your attention towards his ten pack as well. He strolled into the bathroom and she waited for him to finish.
"I'm done." He called out, which was followed by the toilet flushing. She opened the door and finished brushing her teeth. Once done, she went to get dressed. Clicking on her stereo, music blared as she started to dance along. Bobbing her head to the beat of the song, she slipped off her silk nightie and dragged on her new, orange underwear. The bottoms cupped her pert arse like a lover but left half her cheeks on display. The bra moulded to her and shoved her breasts together more than they already were. Since puberty had snuck up and smacked her one, she'd filled out a lot and quickly. So much so, she was now an E cup and still growing. She dreaded to think in how much more her breasts would grow - they already annoyed her at times. Stupid things.

Rhyki put on deodorant before she yanked on fishnet tights, and socks. Shimmied into her knee length skirt and tugged up shorts underneath too. White tank top next, then her blouse over it, just as Izuku walked out. He'd changed into his uniform. She finished buttoning up her blouse, leaving the top three buttons undone and put her tie on. But she didn't have it done up all the way, it was half done, just how she wanted it. She was kind of presentable, but she wasn't going to feel as though she was being choked/suffocated all the time. Fuck that shit. Putting on her blazer, she turned to Izuku, who was sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on socks. She turned off the stereo, plunging the room into silence.

"What do you think will happen today?" She queried, as she went to her stained oak vanity and put on her usual eyeliner and mascara.
"Honestly, I'm not sure Rhyki. Probably something to do with our quirks." He replied as she glanced at him in the mirror as he sorted out his bag.
"Which quirk will you use?" She turned to him properly.
"Not sure. All depends on the test. But it'll probably be Syrinx."
"Let him out?"
"Sure."

Next thing she knew, there was a small fox next to him. Syrinx was what was known as an Elemental Kitsune. He was jet black with the undertone of red in colour, with big ears. Eyes were blood red and looking in them, you could tell he was ridiculously intelligent. Paws held razor-sharp claws that could cleave a tree in half with a well-placed strike. He had all of his little tails out, each a different coloured tip representing different elements. She loved the little monster.
"Rhyki!" He grinned at her. Sharp teeth on full display. She laughed and held her arms open and he dived on her lap. She wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him close.

"Hey Syrinx." She placed a kiss to his button nose and rubbed her fingers against his ears, causing him to let out a contented rumble that was like a purr as his chin hit her chest and his eyes shut in radiant happiness. Adorable little fucker. She glanced at Izuku, who was mumbling to himself while going over one of his many private black journals.
"You ok?" Her question had him snapping from his thoughts and focusing on her. Legitimate fear/unease was etched into his features. Ok, she wasn't expecting that look. She put Syrinx down on her bed and let her own monster out. Her main quirk, called Pyro. She was a spectacular dragon. Jet black and orange scales. She had luminous orange eyes that seemed to stare right through you. She had thick claws, that were easily an inch or so long in this form and as dangerous as Syrinx's. Wings were thin skin, yet strong and durable. She loved her baby. Both Pyro and Syrinx cuddled on her bed as she moved to Izuku and sat next to him.

"What's with that look on your face Izu?"
"I'm scared Rhyki." Ok, she wasn't expecting that answer.
"Why?" She kept her voice calm and alluring, just as she had when they were growing up. It worked in keeping him calm and relaxed and not over panicking.
"What if I'm not good enough? Or I really hurt someone?"

"First of all, shut the fuck up. Get those ridiculous thoughts out of your fucking head. You are damn well fucking good enough. You are brave, courageous, smart, funny and kind. You're a beautiful man both inside and out. When you care, you care with your entire being. You won't hurt anyone unless it is necessary. I know for a fact on that. And if, somehow, you do lose control, I'll take you on. Don't forget, you're going to be the best fucking hero that you can possibly be. I won't settle for you being anything fucking less than No:1." Well, both weren't interested in that to be honest, with wanting to be an underground pro like her dad, but if that somehow didn't work out, then they were aiming for the top two. Keep their options open and all that bullshit. But they're truly aiming for being underground, because of already being used to that. Plus, when they graduated, both her and Izuku planned on launching their own hero agency. They didn't want to work under anyone who'd dictate their every move. No way, no how, no fucking thanks. Plus, they didn't do this for the fame or money. They wanted to the voice for those who were unheard.

"Thanks Rhyki. And that means you'll be No:2? Also, I love you."
"I love you too. And yep, I'm going to be No:2, and we're going to be the best fucking tag-team for life. We work in sync without even trying, so we're already well ahead of anyone else. Now, let's finish getting ready, stuff our faces with food, then go kick ass at school. Now, who the fuck are we?" She leapt to her feet and yanked him up with her.
"We are the Dynamic Duo!" He grinned.
"Sorry, I couldn't catch that. I said who the fuck are we?" She screamed.
"WE ARE THE DYNAMIC DUO!" He shouted. They laughed as they hugged, before scooping up their little monsters and went to get some food to feed the pits that were their stomachs.

Once they'd eaten and cleaned up, Izuku and Rhyki finished getting ready for school. Their little monsters had already vanished, so they were safe. They'd donned their masks, and Rhyki had her trademark choker on. Izuku made sure that he had everything, including a can of energy drink and snacks. He shrugged into his black coat and put his backpack on. Glancing at Rhyki as she put on her new leather jacket, earphones, and bag (which was, unsurprisingly, covered in patches of bands she liked and skulls), shoved her feet into her heavy New Rocks, she grinned at him. He smiled back and not for the first time, he thought of how lucky he was to have her in his life. He really did love her. She was his sister in all ways but blood. If he could change that though, he would in the span of a heartbeat.

The thing that he didn't want however, which was kind of mean and selfish of him, was the day that she got into a relationship and had no time for him anymore. Yes, it's inevitable of her getting with someone, because hello she was amazing, but that didn't mean he wanted to be stingy and keep her just to himself for a bit longer. Sure, he'd, maybe, get in a relationship himself, but he wasn't looking. If it happened, then it happened, but he wasn't holding his breath.

Snapping those thoughts away, he shoved his feet into his specialised iron soled combat boots and then they left. Not all that much longer, they approached the gates of U.A. Due to the time of their arrival, only a few students plodded about the grounds. Izuku paid little attention to that as they strode forward with sure steps and went inside the building, ignoring the inquisitive glances and murmurs of who they were. He guessed because they had such a powerful presence, they wanted to know. Using his photographic memory, he mentally pulled up the entirety of U.A.

He quickly sourced out their classroom. 1A. Walking to it, Rhyki followed, trusting him completely, and in the span of a minute, arrived at where they needed to be. It was a huge doorway, almost as though in preparation for anyone that had a quirk that allowed them to be bigger than normal. And all that went through Izuku's mind, was that it was easily big enough for All Might to walk through in his buff form and stand with arms splayed and still have plenty of room. With a silent chuckle, he looked at Rhyki.

"Ready for this?" He asked.
"Ready as we will ever be." She replied, just as voices could be heard from inside. Opening the door, the duo strolled in, making the voices stop as everyone turned to stare at them. They looked around at the class, before locking eyes Aizawa, who was staring at them.
"Ok, everyone. These two are also from recommendations..." Before he could say anything else, a giant squeal came from near the back of the room. Izuku peered over and saw it was the girl that they'd saved in the entrance exams.

"Oh my god. It really is you! You're the ones who saved me from that zero pointer. Thank you again, so much!" She jumped up and raced, enthusiastically shaking his hand. She went to shake Rhyki's, but she just growled, causing her to shrink back in a mix of shock and fear. He understood Rhyki's reaction though. She didn't like people touching her unless she said it was ok or initiated it herself. They'd learn that soon enough.
"You're welcome Uraraka. Now, best go and sit down before Sensei gets anymore annoyed." Izuku said and went over to Aizawa with Rhyki.
"You didn't tell us that you were going to be our teacher. Strike us down now!" Izuku groaned, causing Aizawa to smirk at him.

"And that's why I didn't. Two chairs at the side, go plonk your arses there. You're ten minutes late."
"Cry me a fucking river." Rhyki muttered as the duo did as they were told. Thankfully, he and Rhyki were seated next to each other, like their desks were joined, and in front of them was a guy with spiky ash blonde hair that just glared at everyone from crimson eyes. He strangely reminded him of Rhyki. He could feel the burning stares of the class, wondering why Aizawa was like that with them, but they'd find out in due time. Until then, they'd say nothing.

"Right, now there's a couple of minutes before I start class properly, so talk amongst yourselves. But know this, if you're here to make friends, go home now. This isn't a time for friendships or anything. This is to train you to become the best heroes of your ability." And with that, Aizawa walked out. The room erupted into conversation, but Izuku and Rhyki stayed silent.
"Hi. I don't believe we've formally met." A voice made him raise his head and focus on a blue haired guy with blue eyes framed by glasses that had approached them.
"Nope, we haven't. And you are?"

"Tenya Iida. I'm from Soumei Junior High School. Pleasure to meet you both. Although, I didn't see you at the entrance exam, either of you." He made this weird robot type move with his arms. What a strange fellow.
"That's because we're here on recommendation. Aizawa already said that, you dumb fuck. So, do us a favour, go back to your seat, and shut the fuck up." Rhyki growled as she glared at him. Izuku barely managed to keep back the snort, but the guy in front burst out laughing while Iida sputtered.
"That is no way to treat a fellow classmate."

"And I really couldn't give a flying fuck what you think. I'm not here to make friends with a bunch of pansy ass motherfuckers. Heck, from what I saw at the fucking entrance exam, you're one of the biggest pansy's fucking going - leaving her to be squished like a fly in a trap when that zero pointer made an appearance." Rhyki pointed to Uraraka, who blushed in embarrassment. Izuku felt that someone was watching him intently, so turned in his chair. A guy sat at the back of the room, staring at him curiously from two different coloured eyes, even though the rest of his face was unreadable. Even his hair was different. Half white and half red, split perfectly down the middle. Izuku realised exactly who he was.
Shoto Todoroki.
Endeavours youngest sprog. Poor bastard. He faced back the proper way, just as Rhyki stood up, forcing Iida to back up quickly, along with Uraraka that had moved to stand next to him. The entire class fell silent as they realised that she was taller than the other girls, more so with those boots she had on, hell even more than a couple of the guys too. But this was one of the things Izuku loved about her - she didn't back down from anyone - not even her dad!

"Back the fuck off before I put my fist into your face faster than you can say Holy motherfucker." She growled. Izuku knew that her eyes had changed to their glacial look because of her rigid posture, so he stood as well. He looped his arm around her shoulder and she visibly relaxed. Better to calm her down quick before anything happened.
"Look, if I were you, I'd go and sit at your desk before she really does kick your arse." Izuku said, before Iida said anything. Thankfully, he moved away quickly with Uraraka. Rhyki sat down and the guy in front of them turned sideways in his chair to face them. Izuku stared at him.

"Names Katsuki Bakugou. Nice to know you're not afraid, or cautious to say what you think." He held his hand out in a shake. Rhyki stood up, leaned over her desk and got right in his face, making him retract his hand quickly before it banged into her chest. Everyone held their breath as they'd already had the unpleasant acquaintance of the unpredictable firecracker. Just who was this person to make him be like that? Friend or foe? The entire class watched the exchange. But one person had their eye on her, thinking she was seriously hot, of what could be seen anyway. But was she straight, lesbian or what? That would be something to find out before they tried to get closer. Sure, she was rather hot-headed and had quite the prolific vocabulary, but that didn't diminish the appeal of her.

"And I think you're maybe the only one, apart from my brother here, that I'll be able to tolerate for more than five seconds. Names Rhyki. Nice to meet you Bakugou." She blinked slowly and Izuku knew what was happening. Bakugou, without a single ounce of doubt, was going to fall for her. Hard. One temperamental person to another. Izuku wondered how that would work out. But say that they did somehow get together, if Bakugou treated Rhyki right, then Izuku wouldn't kill him. She was the one in who he would make an exception for, along with his mum, and uncles of course. He'd kill to save or protect them, regardless of the consequences.

"Nice to meet you Rhyki. And who's your brother?" Bakugou turned his attention to him.
"Names Izuku." He told him as Rhyki sat down and stretched her legs out in front of her.
"God, I'd love me a piece of that. Imagine running my hands all over that gorgeous frame as much as I please." A high-pitched and annoying voice came across the room and both of their heads snapped around to see who it was. It was a small guy/child thing with large purple balls on its head as he openly stared at Rhyki, drooling a little.

"Disgusting!" A girl with jacks from her earlobes said, glaring at him with revulsion. Rhyki, however, just focused on Izuku, with eyes narrowed. They heard a commotion outside, but they didn't pay attention to it. Izuku nodded once and she grinned behind the mask. Rhyki stood up, cracked her knuckles and before anyone could say, let alone do anything, she was across the classroom, had grabbed the grape bitch and slammed him into the wall. Holding him in place by his throat, her gloved fingers locked tightly in place.
"How did she move that quick?" Someone questioned.

"Next time you make another fucking disgusting comment like that, mark my fucking words you little bastard, I will either skin you and put your de-fleshed body above an open fire pit and slowly burn you alive. Or I'll beat you into a fucking bloody pulp and laugh while I do it. Do I make myself fucking clear?" She snarled. Power reverberated off her, as smoke billowed through the mask and everyone panicked - apart from Izuku who let out a chuckle. If anyone would do something like that, it was Rhyki. The pervert was lucky that she'd gotten to him first, because Izuku would have done some hefty damage to him for saying that about his sister. At least she only said it and not actually done it. Improvement.

"Y-yes." He whimpered, visibly shaking with fear.
"You had fucking better do!" Izuku just watched it all in mild amusement.
"What is going on in here?" Aizawa demanded as he stormed in.
"Teaching a little bastard some fucking manners about respect to women." Rhyki sneered, not looking away as she stared right into the guy's eyes. The small fry was trying desperately to make her let go, but it was useless. Izuku glanced at Bakugou and snorted. The guy was openly staring at Rhyki with what appeared to be nothing but a mix of love, respect and awe. Weirdo.
"Let him go." Aizawa said, putting a hand on her shoulder. The smoke stopped, but there was no mistaking that she was pissed.

"Fine. But it's purely for the fact that you asked me too. But mark my words you little fucking bastard, if I hear anything like that out of your fucking mouth again, regarding anyone, just remember what I said. And if I don't get you, I know some people who most certainly will." She snapped, let the little bastard drop to the floor with a thud and walked back to him, dropping into her chair. Izuku rubbed his hand between her shoulder blades. Bakugou turned fully in his chair, leaned forward to whisper something to her and she nodded. Izuku glanced back at the guy Rhyki'd just strangled. He was on the floor crying and trying to get as much air as he could into his starved lungs. A handprint around his throat, stark red against the paleness of his flesh.

"Ok, now that's sorted before anything worse transpired, get changed into these. Meet me on Beta Ground. You have five minutes." Aizawa handed out P.E outfits in clear bags.
"What for sir?" Iida asked, his arms moving in a robotic motion. Was the guy some kind of half robot or something? That was not normal being that stiff.
"I'm going to be testing you." He replied before walking out with some paperwork.
"Does anyone actually know where that is?" A guy asked, as he grabbed his belongings.
"We do." Izuku said, drawing his dark gaze to his own.
"Do you mind if we follow you?"
"Sure." His bag, coat and P.E kit clasped in his palm; he went to the changing rooms. As he and Rhyki split to go in the appropriate area, they fist bumped.
Now, it was time to get started.