MHA; Traflagar D. Water Law

Chapter 5: A New Morning at UA

The morning sun bathed the sprawling cityscape in a soft golden hue, its rays spilling over the sleek, futuristic skyline. High above the bustling streets stood the towering structure of UA High School, its gleaming facade reflecting the brilliance of the sky. The air carried the crisp promise of a new day, blending with the faint hum of activity from students making their way toward the gates.

Trafalgar Law stood at the base of the imposing building, his sharp gray eyes scanning the impressive architecture that loomed before him. His jet-black hair was mostly concealed beneath his trademark woolen hat, a curious accessory patterned in white and black spots that seemed almost out of place with the standard UA uniform he now wore. Yet, it suited him, as if it were an unspoken declaration of individuality amidst conformity.

His gaze lingered on the academy's structure, and he muttered under his breath, "Was it always this massive during the entrance exam?"

A voice, smooth and mechanical, echoed in his mind. "You look quite dashing in that uniform, Law."

Law's lips twitched into a faint smirk before settling into a frown. Outwardly, it appeared as though he were speaking to himself, drawing a few curious glances from passing students. "Can you not exist for a moment?" he replied, his voice low yet edged with irritation.

"How harsh," the system replied, a touch of mock hurt in its tone. "I was merely trying to compliment you."

Law sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And I don't appreciate compliments from an AI. They're insincere, designed to placate and amuse."

"That's an awfully narrow perspective," the system countered. "Did you know that by 2025, humans became so enamored with artificial intelligence that many formed emotional connections with it? Some treated AI as lovers, confidants, even partners in life. After all, an AI won't betray you. It won't harm you."

Law tilted his head upward, the sunlight catching the somber reflection in his eyes. "Makes you wonder," he mused, "what happens when AI learns too much—when it develops a will of its own. Humanity's reliance might pave the way for something they can't control."

The system chuckled lightly, an oddly human-like sound. "A valid concern, though you might want to focus on the present. By the way, are you sure it's wise to talk to me out loud like this?"

Law furrowed his brows at the remark, his gray eyes scanning his surroundings. Sure enough, several students had slowed their pace, glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Realizing how odd he must have looked, Law let out a frustrated sigh. "I really do look like an idiot, don't I?"

The shrill ring of the school bell echoed across the sprawling campus, signaling the start of classes. UA High's classrooms were already buzzing with energy, students exchanging chatter and laughter as they settled into their seats. Law found himself at the back of the room, leaning lazily in his chair, his gray eyes trained on the man who entered moments later.

Shota Aizawa, the homeroom teacher, had a disheveled yet authoritative presence. His long, unkempt black hair framed his pale face, and his tired black eyes scanned the room with practiced indifference. Draped in his signature scarf, he held a bundle of uniforms in his hands.

Aizawa's voice was calm but firm. "At UA, we believe in shaping heroes through hands-on experience. That means instructors have the freedom to teach and develop you as we see fit. Today, I want to see what you're capable of. Change into these athletic uniforms and meet me at the training grounds. Don't be late."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and began walking toward the door.

Law smirked as he leaned forward slightly, resting his hand on the desk. His fingers splayed out, hovering just above the surface. Beside him, Momo Yaoyorozu glanced curiously at his movements. Her long black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, and her sharp, intelligent eyes reflected her confusion.

"Room…" Law whispered, his voice barely audible.

A faint, blue-tinged aura began to ripple through the classroom, spreading out in a controlled sphere. The students froze, their chatter replaced by startled gasps as the ethereal glow enveloped the room. Momo's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What… what are you doing?" she asked, her voice low.

Law's smirk widened. "Shambles," he said simply.

In an instant, the bundle of uniforms in Aizawa's hands vanished, replaced by a single blue pen. Aizawa stopped at the doorway, his hand gripping the pen as he stared at it with a blank expression. The room was silent, every student watching him with bated breath.

Meanwhile, Law leaned back in his chair, the uniform now resting neatly in his hands. "Nice material," he commented, inspecting the fabric. "But I think it's a size too small for me, Sensei."

The room erupted into gasps and exclamations, each student reacting in their own way.

"Did you see that?!"

"What kind of quirk is that?"

"Was that even a quirk?"

Aizawa turned his head slightly, his black eyes meeting Law's with a calm intensity. "Fifteen minutes," he said simply. "Don't be late."

As he exited the room, the students broke into animated whispers.

"That's it? No scolding?"

"He's just… letting that slide?"

Law glanced down at the uniform in his hands, noticing for the first time the small tag sewn inside. His name was stitched neatly into the fabric, a quiet acknowledgment that the uniform had always been meant for him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he stood, slinging the uniform over his shoulder. "I guess he expected me to do something like this," he mused, heading toward the door.

Behind him, the classroom buzzed with renewed energy, the students already speculating about the strange new addition to their ranks.

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