The first week of school has already been concluded, and Sukuna took note of some of his classmates’ names.
Atleast those that are important enough to remember, since Sukuna knew that forming acquaintances was better than doing nothing at all.
The silver haired girl who berated him early on, Gin Tsuki.
The blue haired girl who was always curious about him, Hado Nejire.
Mirio and Tamaki were a given, as well, since they were the strongest right behind Sukuna.
A purple haired girl who helped him find his pen in this week, Murasaki Hiyori.
A gentle giant who could easily reach his past life’s true form height once he grew up, a chill guy who had helped Sukuna, Mirio and Tamaki get better gymnasium suits that fit their physiques.
Yasashi Taiyo.
Yuruginai Tamashi, a fiercely determined boy who had begged Sukuna to help him with his quirk training after classes, to which Sukuna readily refused.
He had work to do, explained his situation to the boy, and calmly sent him to Mirio and Tamaki, since those two could teach him Sukuna’s methods.
Keiko Marin, a girl who has come to Japan solely to learn about heroism.
She looked Italian, her accent also needing some rough work to fit perfectly, but Sukuna understood her enough.
She had come to him, asking him to translate some sentences for her, and he had done just that, also helping her learn a few more Kanji and their meaning in Japanese.
Sukuna’s English was already perfect, so he could speak to the foreign girl with ease, since she also seemed to be fluent in the English language.
The last one, Oshare Yuki, was clearly a rich girl.
And she had interested Sukuna not because of her wealth, but because of how much she threw money at him.
He didn’t complain, though, since it was basically free money.
She was also too fixated on him, weirdly enough, that it kind of reminded him of a certain Yorozu..
The final one, Yuyu Haya, had also come forward to ask for his help.
She also seemed to be becoming best friends with that Nejire girl, Mirio and Tamaki.
Nejire, compared to her last week, went through a transformation.
She was no longer cold towards everyone, letting her curiosity guide her to ask questions about everyone.
She was an absolute airhead, though.
Sukuna remembered how Yasashi Taiyo had to fend off Gin Tsuki after Tsuki thought that he was taking advantage of Nejire’s curiousness..
All in all, a very interesting class he was in.
But the problem was the fact that Sukuna, alongside his classmates, forgot that U.A was still, first and foremost, a school.
They spent this entire week studying mind numbingly boring mathematics – atleast to Sukuna, since he already knew how to use math to its best in real life situations – history that seemed interesting at first, but only when they got to the dark ages.
The age before Quirks came along was just the modern era without Cursed Energy or Quirks influencing it.
Geography, however, interested him to no end.
He liked seeing how this world evolved with an alternate power system like Quirks, instead of Cursed Energy.
The island made purely by mankind, I-Island, also fascinated him since he was reborn in this world, making him study about everything that made up the Island, and David Shield.
_____________________ Shota Aizawa walked into the classroom, cutting Sukuna’s thoughts off and making the entire class quiet down.
“You all quieted down in 2 seconds.
Good improvement.” The perpetually tired hobo remarked, pulling out a card that excited Sukuna to no end.
“Today, you’ll have your very first hero training class.
Two on two battles, tournament style.
It was mostly decided by your heroics teacher, who is also me, by the way.
I want to see more of your combat abilities, so I can decide on which path to help you kids improve on.
Get up and go to the locker rooms already.” With that, the man left the classroom silently, as the entire classroom buzzed with excitement.
Nejire, already rushing off, was a blur of motion.
Sukuna could barely see the girl pass by him.
Again, how was she so strong?
Yuyu chased Nejire, being the second one to leave.
Sukuna sighed, amused by their enthusiasm, as he stood up and was the third to walk out of the classroom.
Reinforcing his feet with Cursed Energy, which was child’s play to Sukuna at this point, had him arrive in the locker rooms in under a second.
Quickly changing his clothes, the reincarnated king, alongside his classmares, all came out of the locker rooms and went to the test site that was written on the card.
Once they all arrived at the City Block, must of them were amazed at the hero costumes their classmates had, and some even gave glances towards some of the girls’ skintight costumes.
‘Perverts..’ Sukuna sighed, they truly existed everywhere.
For him, he had simply chosen his battle uniform against Satoru Gojo as his hero outfit, since it was practical and wouldnt need more than a little Cursed Energy reinforcement to have it not rip or shred during battle.
Mirio’s suit, however, made Sukuna chuckle at how absurdly comical it was.
It truly fit the boy who’s heart was as bright as the sun itself, Sukuna mused.
Tamaki’s, on the other hand, was also practical and looked good.
“Looking good, Midoriya!” A voice cut his thoughts off.
Sukuna really needed to learn how to stop getting lost in his thoughts, already.
Looking to the side, he saw Oshare Yuki, who was whistling at him with her nose bleeding a little.
The blonde haired girl gave him a thumbs up with a shaky smile, which made Sukuna shiver a bit.
‘Even Yorozu wasn’t this bad..’ Sukuna had a bad premonition, but he chose to ignore it, shaking his head and focusing on Aizawa.
Mirio and Tamaki had already approached Nejire, complementing her on her costume choice, since it would help with her flight.
Despite her embarrassment at it being skintight, she couldn’t help but glance at Sukuna as well, who seemed to pay no mind to his own skintight costume as well.
It was a wonder how any 15 year old had arms that muscular, which kept Nejire curious to no end.
She wanted to ask him for his training routine, but remembering Togata’s words about how Sukuna was a demon who spent all of his time training, Nejire could see some truth to that statement now.
It wasn’t like she didn’t find the boy attractive, every girl in their class did, but he just seemed to look at them, but also not look at them, if that made sense.
His gaze didn’t have any emotion, really.
It was more like he was thinking all the time, rather than focusing on the people around him.
Shaking her head, Nejire knew he was going to be the winner of this training match, since she, and everybody else had seen firsthand what he had done.
There were simply people who were built different, really.
Nejire wished she could atleast reach a fraction of Sukuna’s strength by the time she graduates.
The curious girls’ thoughts were soon shaken away, her face settling into a determined frown, as she focused forward, where their teacher had already arrived.
Shota Aizawa, and a white-haired behemoth behind him, who had crimson clothes.
Sukuna’s eyes widened, recognizing the hero immediately thanks to Izuku : “Vlad King?” Sukuna blurted out, unable to hide his admiration.
This was one of Sukuna’s favorite heroes in this reality, since the man seemed to be a capable and reliable guy.
Aizawa smirked upon seeing his most troublesome student lose composure for the first time, and with that, their first ever Heroics Class began.
Sorry for the late chapter release, had to help my sister with her driving license test.