MHA: Stormfront

The bus ride back to U.A. was a blur. Kael sat by the window, his head resting against the cool glass as the cityscape passed by in a haze of lights and motion. His body ached, every muscle protesting the strain he had put it through during the exam. The storm inside him had settled, for now, but the exhaustion lingered, a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulders.

Around him, the other examinees buzzed with nervous energy, their voices a low hum of speculation and excitement. Kael tuned them out, his mind replaying the events of the exam. He had done well, he thought. Better than he had expected, given the circumstances. But the zero-pointer had taken a toll, both physically and emotionally. He had pushed himself to the limit, and it showed.

When the bus finally arrived back at U.A., Kael was one of the first to disembark. He moved through the crowd with his usual indifference, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any sign of what came next. The examinees were herded into a large waiting room, where they were told to wait for the results. Kael found a quiet corner and sat down, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall.

The room was alive with chatter, the tension palpable as the examinees speculated about their performance. Kael ignored them, his mind focused on the storm inside him. He could still feel it, a restless energy simmering beneath the surface. It was a part of him now, a force he would have to learn to control if he wanted to survive in this world.

Time passed slowly, each minute stretching into an eternity. Kael's patience was wearing thin when the doors finally opened, and a group of U.A. staff members entered the room. Among them was Present Mic, his vibrant energy a stark contrast to the somber mood of the examinees.

"Alright, listen up!" Present Mic's voice boomed through the room, silencing the chatter. "We've tallied the scores, and the results are in. If your name is called, you've made it into U.A. High. If not… well, better luck next time!"

Kael's heart skipped a beat as the staff members began calling out names. One by one, examinees stepped forward, their faces a mix of relief and triumph. Kael watched them with a detached curiosity, his indifferent demeanor masking the anxiety churning in his gut.

The names seemed to drag on, each one a reminder of the stakes at hand. Kael's fingers twitched, a flicker of impatience breaking through his calm exterior. He had done well, he told himself. He had to have made it.

And then, finally, his name was called.

"Kael Arashi."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Kael stepped forward, his movements deliberate and measured. He could feel the weight of their eyes on him, the mix of envy and curiosity as he approached the staff members. One of them handed him a small envelope, their expression unreadable.

"Congratulations," they said simply. "You're in."

Kael took the envelope, his fingers brushing against the smooth paper. He nodded, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had done it. He had made it into U.A. High.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Izuku Midoriya, his face a mask of determination as he waited for his name to be called. Kael felt a flicker of respect for the boy. He had seen him during the exam, his quirkless determination a stark contrast to the flashy powers around him. If anyone deserved to be here, it was him.

Kael stepped out of the room, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. The storm inside him stirred, a quiet reminder of the power he carried. He had taken the first step, but the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges. He would have to learn to control his quirk, to master the storm within him. And he would have to navigate the complexities of this world, where heroes and villains clashed in a never-ending battle for supremacy.

But for now, he allowed himself a moment of triumph. He had made it into U.A. High. He was one step closer to becoming a hero.

As he walked down the hall, the envelope tucked safely in his pocket, Kael felt a flicker of hope. The future was uncertain, but he was ready to face it. The storm inside him was a part of him now, a force he would have to learn to control. But he was determined. He would master it. He would become a hero.

And he would do it on his own terms.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. Kael found himself swept up in the preparations for his new life at U.A. High. He secured a small apartment near the school, using the money he had saved from his odd jobs to pay the first month's rent. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He spent his days training, honing his quirk and pushing himself to the limit. The storm inside him was a constant presence, a reminder of the power he carried and the responsibility that came with it.

When the first day of school finally arrived, Kael stood outside the gates of U.A. High, his heart pounding in his chest. The school was even more imposing up close, its towering walls and sleek design a testament to its prestige. Around him, students bustled about, their quirks on full display. Kael felt out of place among them, his indifferent demeanor a stark contrast to their enthusiasm.

But he didn't let it show. He straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped through the gates. The storm inside him stirred, a quiet reminder of the power he carried.