My Hero OC-Demia!! //**Semi-Open, read first post**//

Katsuki found the classroom. She calmly walked in and sat in a seat in the back, ignoring everyone else, and keeping her head down, tugging on her skirt again.

(Hey, Lex? A few things I feel the need to point out. Aizawa isn't even in the classroom yet–planning on him making a late entrance and saying something about how he particularly despises the first day of school–so please fix that, a bunch of those other kids that you mentioned aren't even in the RP. I'd imagine that a few of the APCs are already in there, maybe Midoriya and/or Todoroki. Also if Ghost and Blair know each other then that's your call, but I thought they'd eventually join up with Akiyama when she makes her little group after being inspired by Stain(who I'm planning on having make his appearance earlier than he does in the canon). Sorry if it sounds like nitpicking, there were just a lot of things that I noticed…)

Inside Class 1-A were several students. Hayashi tried to avoid eye contact as he made his way to a seat, specifically one in the back corner. Maybe if I sit here, the teacher won't call on me so often… he thought, sitting down. Just then, someone busted through the door. Well, more like opened it very aggressively. Either way, Hayashi looked up. The guy was…moving his way?! Oh, no…

"Move. I'm sitting there." The boy, who had light hair that seemed to defy the laws of physics and poof out spikily in every direction imaginable. He was glaring down at him, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, I–" Hayashi started to protest, but small explosions began to happen in the palms of the other student's hands. A harsh light was cast onto his red eyes, giving them a look that he quite frankly didn't care for at all. The timid student let out an "Eep!" and couldn't get out of the seat fast enough.

"Hah! No backbone at all," the bully remarked, taking his stolen seat. Hayashi's face went red once more, and he took a seat on the other side of the room. Why do I let myself get pushed around so much? he thought, folding his arms on his desk and burying his face in them so that only the tips of his ears, pink with embarrassment, showed.

(I am so sorry, Im off my game today. I'll delete it and write out another.)

Inima perked up and glanced over to the explosive boy. She glared over at him and shouted, "I think your in the wrong classroom. This is the Hero course."

Katsuki stood up at the sight of the commotion. She walked over to the boy who was being kicked out of his seat and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, why don't you come sit with me? You can have my seat." She gave him a soft smile. (directed at Hayashi.)

Hayashi groaned quietly burrowed deeper into his arm fortress. Please don't make a scene, please don't make a scene… he prayed.

His classmate didn't listen.

"Tch. Maybe that wimp over there is, but I know where I belong," he said in reply to Inima's remark.

When the girl approached him and offered her his seat, he shook his head. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. It's not a big deal, really."

"I don't think so," Inima stood up from her desk, "Because what you did is the last thing any hero would do."

Blair yawned as he made his way through the halls, the large scars on his face drawing a bit of attention but that was quickly gone when people started to realize that they were lost. "Hm… 1A, 1A, where art thou." He muttered, his thick Icelandic accent making him laugh when he said the English phrase.

"Aha!" He had found the door, his hand reaching out to open it. Blair walked inside, peering around at what he assumed were his fellow students. All he could see was someone who resembled an angry puppy and one who looked like a stalk of broccoli.

He sat down in one of the chairs in the middle, admiring his ice blue nails with pride. Ghost had helped him with them, they reminded Blair of Iceland and such.

(He is sitting, Whisper)

Shouldn't they already have assigned seats? It seems weird that students at such a prestigious school would get to choose where they sit. And in canon they have assigned seats so,,,,,))

(First day of school. Also, I'll be gone most of the day go-karting. Just so y'all know)

As I said, in canon they have assigned seats. I can prove this by the fact without it being stated in canon cause Mineta didn't sit behind any girls. Also, it's a prestigious school. In Japan.))

(He is sitting, Whisper)

(Shooooot. Agh. What is going on?!?! I'm deleting my reply. Here's the rewrite:)

Katsuki nodded, and faded into the shadows. Literally. She glided without being seen back to her seat and stared out the window.

(On the first day of school, they wouldn't have gotten assigned seats yet. It's before first period. Aizawa's going to have something once he gets there, cool your jets lol. I know what I'm doing, I promise)

Hayashi felt a twinge of jealousy. Being able to dissolve into the shadows was an excellent way of avoiding trouble, really. Plus, it was a good stealth power. I mean, I guess mine's alright too, except I can't really cover much ground if I'm tiny…

The puffy haired boy simply scoffed at Inima's remark. "Whatever, I'll take anything you wannabes have to say with a grain of salt. Just so you know." He looked around the room, daring someone to challenge him and knowing that they probably would. Not really giving a damn either way, though.

A green-haired boy stuck out to him, and his red glare landed on him. "What are you doing here, Deku?" He sneered. "Thought you wouldn't make it through the entrance exams."

The broccoli boy tensed at the bully's words. He spoke back, something that Hayashi had to admire even if it was with a high-pitched, tremulous voice. "Y-yeah, I did, K-Kacchan," he squeaked, then opened his mouth to say more. 'Kacchan' gave him a death glare, though, and he thought better of himself and shut it again.

"Again with the bullying," Inima muttered as she sat down in her chair. She was done with that kid and would just have to teach him a lesson later. When she wouldn't get punished for using her quirk in an aggressive way.

(On the first day of school, they wouldn't have gotten assigned seats yet. It's before first period. Aizawa's going to have something once he gets there, cool your jets lol. I know what I'm doing, I promise)

Sorry lol, I'm trusting you))

Kogane's thick braided hair slapped against her back as she turned the last corner to the hallway containing her classroom: 1-A. She was surprised she had made it into UA, she was sure she bombed the written exam part. But here she was, standing before the positively enormous door to her new classroom. Let's do this, she thought before pumping her fist in the air. She reached to open it when suddenly a tall gray-haired boy called to her after just rounding the same corner she had. "Could you hold the door?"

Akio had just stepped off the subway when he checked his watch. Shit, I only have 20 minutes. He broke into a jog to get out of the subway station, and into a run once he made it to the sidewalk. His long strides brought him to the gate of UA, and he still had time to get to class. He whipped out the map messily stuffed into his jacket pocket, and headed towards class 1-A, the hero course. As he reached the hallway with his classroom on it, he spotted a bright-yellow-haired girl opening the impossibly large door, and called out for her to hold it. She looked slightly surprised to see him speed walking towards her, but held the door open nevertheless. "Thanks." He gave her a shark-toothed smile before entering the room, her on his tail.

Ayaka Maki was running late. She had meant to get there early, maybe explore a little bit, but now she'd get to class with maybe a minute and a half to spare. Oh, well. First day of school's never been my best, she thought, staring up at the gates of the prestigious school. "Let's do this! Class 1-A, here I come! Yeah!" she exclaimed, jumping a little and pumping her fist. However, when she landed, Maki landed awkwardly on her foot and stumbled sideways, bumping into someone. She caught herself before she actually fell, though. "Sorry!" she said, with an apologetic look at whoever she'd inconvenienced.

The boy had to have been her age, and had red hair on the left side of his head and white on his right. He also had two different colored eyes–bright blue on the left, grey on the right–and a painful-looking scar on the left side of his face. He fixed Maki with an icy stare, and a chill that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature ran its way down her spine. "Be careful, you might run into someone," he said flatly, then continued walking. Ayaka frowned. He seems like a nice guy, she thought. Nevertheless, she pursued interaction.

"Hey, you're a first year, aren't you? What class are you in? I'm in the Hero Course somehow–Class 1-A!"

The boy glanced back at her. "Me, too," he said, continuing on his way. Ayaka smiled. Heyyy, there's something!

"Really? Cool! I wonder who all else is in our class. Oh! I'm Ayaka Maki, by the way! What's your name?"

"Shoto Todoroki."

"Nice to meet you, Todoroki!"

They continued walking to Class 1-A's room, Maki asking questions and Todoroki giving short answers, sometimes just remaining silent. He wasn't really much of a talker, that was for sure. But Maki was determined to make friends, and she'd do that however she felt the need to. Holding the door for him, she beamed as he nodded as if to say 'Thanks.'

"No problem!" Maki said, keeping the door open for a couple of other students that were entering that actually said thank you out loud. "You're very welcome!" she replied, still smiling. One of the people was a spiky red-haired boy with teeth that looked like knives(but not in a creepy way somehow) and a girl with goatlike horns and ears. "WOWWWW your hand things are so cool!" Ayaka exclaimed, looking at the devices that extended over the hooves that the goat girl had instead of hands.

"Oh, um, thanks!" the girl said, blushing a little. "They're so I can do normal stuff, y'know? You can't really do much without opposable thumbs."

Maki nodded. "Right, yeah. That must be pretty tough. Is it? They do look really cool, though," she repeated that last bit from earlier without even realizing it.

I’m on a mission to make at least on of my characters friends with my boi Kiri))

(Shark bros. Do it)

(Sorry idk if that sounded bossy or anything I just love that idea)

No, no it’s fine I will most definitely do it but first I want someone else to post because I don’t want to constantly do it where I end up just interacting with myself))

(Oof XD I've been using a lot of the APCs just because I feel like we shouldn't have too long of a before school scene(and because honestly I need more practice writing aggressive characters and Bakugou's an interesting one to do), but Idk if anyone else is going to use one or if I should just skip to the bell ringing and Aizawa giving everyone their seats)

(Let's do it, I'm on my phone right now so I cant post anything long.)

Yeah I’m cool with it

_{Sometime I kinda wanna try controlling Bakugou))}

(Alrighty, let's do it! And feel free to use Bakugou all you want. His is an APC after all XD)

After about a minute of people entering, arguing, and seats being, for the most part, taken, the bell rang. Hayashi lifted his head to see if their teacher had entered yet, but no dice. The teacher's late? Weird, especially for a school like UA… he noted, then saw someone approach the door. Or…something? Hayashi had to take a second look. Yup, that was a person, sliding on the floor and zipped up in a yellow sleeping bag.

Several other students commented as he unzipped himself and stood up, shedding his bag like a chrysalis. However, instead of being a beautiful butterfly, the man was tired, tall, and looked like he needed to sleep for another day and a half. "My name is Mr. Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher," he said, walking to the front of the room like nothing was out of the ordinary. "First things first, the seating arrangements." Aizawa pointed to the row closest to the door. "Front to back, Denki Kaminari, Kotone Yamauchi, Mira Takahashi, Nora Ito, Kogane Yasuda." He pointed to the next row over. "Hitoshi Shinso, Ryo Hayashi, Kohaku Yamazaki, Izuku Midoriya, Akio Saiki." Next row. "Inima, Blair Grimmur, Katsuki Saito, Toru Hagakure, Katsuki Bakugou." And to the final row. "Mina Ishii, Takuya Shimizu, Ayaka Maki, Eijiro Kirishima, and Shoto Todoroki."

Blair stood up, walking over to his new seat and plopping down into it. After doing so, he looked around at his classmates, taking mental notes on all of them and what their quirks could be. Okay, whoever sits next to me must be Inima and Katsuki Saito. He thought before his mind reverted to a completely different subject. I wonder where these names originate from.

Kogane and Akio both headed to their seats at the back of the first two rows, each seated behind a green-haired person. So she must be Nora Ito, and the boy to my left must be Akio Saiki, Kogane made a mental note. Akio barely paid attention to the names of the students around him, instead favoring staring at the broccoli-headed boy in front of him.
"Psst! Hey! Is your hair so fluffy because of your quirk, or what?" Akio whispered to the boy in front of him. The boy who he thinks was name Midoriya looked awkward are squirmed a bit before stuttering out, "N-no, it's naturally like that." That answer satisfied Akio who gave a shrug and returned his attention to the tired-looking teacher at the front of the class.

Inima sighed and walked over to where her new desk is. She saw one student to her right, hope she didn't try to talk to her.

Maki headed over to her assigned seat with a bounce in her step. She looked over at a student on her right and smiled. "You're Saito, right?" she asked. "Isn't this cool? We're gonna be heroes!" Maki accented her statement with a fist pump.

Hayashi walked to his spot with much less enthusiasm. He sighed and propped his head on his hand, hoping nobody would try to interact with him.