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Katsuki had gotten quite the scolding from recovery girl as soon as he had gotten to the medical bay. Not surprising though; hell, he'd earned it; but he hadn't expected the old hag to nearly whack him with her cane for "reckless self-endangerment." By the time she finally released him, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the UA campus in an orange glow. Closing time had long passed, the halls eerily quiet as his footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors. He made his way toward his classroom, intent on grabbing his things and getting the hell out of there, when he noticed someone leaning against the wall near the classroom door.
Todoroki.
The guy had his eyes closed and arms crossed, posture calm but taut like a coiled spring. Katsuki raised an eyebrow. Was he… waiting for someone? Sensing his presence, Shoto's eyes flicked open as he pushed off the wall, his expression unreadable. The hallway grew tense in an instant. Neither backing down from the supposed standoff. That was until Shoto broke the stiffening silence.
"Nobody has ever beaten me in a one on one fight before, yet…you proved me wrong today." Katsuki's eyes narrowed. Is he still seriously on with that?
"But, don't think this means you're better than me." Shoto said, his voice edged with a sharp tone. The explosive quirk user could only grin at the hidden threat. "You can keep telling yourself that, Half n' half." Shoto's expression didn't change, but he stepped aside wordlessly, allowing Katsuki to pass.
Expecting an empty class as he shoved open the door to 1-A's classroom, Katsuki was very much not expecting for some of his classmates to be present. "Bakugo!"
A chorus of voices hit him like a well-aimed explosion. Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari and a handful of others were still loitering around, their eyes lighting up at the ash blonde like he was some kind of damn celebrity. Mina was the first to practically bounce up to him. "Dude! That fight was insane! How'd you even move after Todoroki froze you like a popsicle?!"
Katsuki blinked at the sudden proximity of her face. "Ha?" Kirishima stepped in next, slamming a fist into his palm with a grin. "Man, you were all like 'Boom! Take this!'—and then you punched through his ice! So manly! I'm Kirishima by the way."
"Mina Ashido!" she added with a finger-gun. One by one, the others introduced themselves, only to immediately bombard Katsuki with relentless questions like he was some kind of panel guest. That was until someone had stepped in between them, using their arm to put distance between the ash blonde and the others' view. Four Eyes—Iida; Katsuki mentally corrected to himself; inserted himself with the grace of a malfunctioning air conditioner as he wedged himself between Katsuki and the mob, karate-chopping the air like a malfunctioning robot. "It would be best not to overwhelm Bakugo with inquiries! He's just been discharged from medical care! That said—your adaptability was commendable! However, your disregard for structural damage to the training facility was-"
"Shut it, Glasses!" Katsuki shouldered past them, heading for his desk. "I didn't stick around for a damn Q&A." In honesty, the unexpected attention was not something he craved. "Aw, c'mon, Blasty!" Mina pouted. "We just wanna know how you pulled it off! Teamwork doesn't exactly scream like your… uh… thing." Katsuki's eye twitched. "Tch. I had a job. So did Round Face. We got it done. End of story."
Kaminari had other plans as he leaned against Katsuki's desk, waggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of 'Round face'... You mind telling me what's the deal with you two? You got a thing going on?" A wry smirk evident on his face. Katsuki's glare could've melted steel, "The hell's that supposed to mean?" he snarled. Undeterred, Kaminari slung an arm around the shoulders of a very much easily happy trigger teenager to tease him. "C'mon, man! You trusted her to handle the bomb while you played human popsicle with Todoroki. That's, like… weirdly sweet for you."
"I-It's not like that!" Everyone turned. Ochaco's voice piped up from the doorway, tomato-red as she waved her arms around in panic. Kaminari gasped. "Ohhh? Then what's it like, Uraraka~?" She flailed. "W-We just—! He—! I mean—!" Katsuki's left eye was twitching. He was going to kill Kaminari. He growled under his breath, but the fight drained out of him. "…Whatever. Get outta my face before I make your head spin."
Thankfully, Kirishima swooped in like a red-haired angel of mercy and yanked Kaminari back by the collar. "Alright, buddy! That's enough flirting—I mean teasing! Time to go!" Kirishima said as he pushed the blonde towards the class exit.
"But I was just-" The classroom door made a soft click as it closed (Crises evaded). Katsuki sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Yo! where you headed, Bakugo?" Kirishima asked.
"Isn't it obvious, home."
"Sweet! Guess we'll tag along!"
Katsuki's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, wha—?!"
But it was too late. Kirishima, Mina, Iida, Ochaco and even Kaminari (who still looked smug) were already walking alongside him like it was the most normal thing in the world. And just like that, Katsuki was helpless as his new friends followed him. It was quite surreal for Katsuki, people were actually following him not because of they fear him or seek protection; as opposed to his time in middle school; but because they just want to be friends with him genuinely. That was actually…Nice.
Mina giggled as they walked along the way. "Aww, will you look at that. He's blushing!"
"I'LL KILL YOU—"
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As the warm morning breeze swept through the cemented grounds. Katsuki trailed a few paces behind the rest, silently simmering. He doesn't know how the fuck they found his route to school, but here he was now. He wasn't used to this—walking with people, having teen conversations, not actively trying to push people away. Kirishima was chatting animatedly with Kaminari, who still hadn't quite learned his lesson yesterday and occasionally threw sideways glances at Katsuki like he was thinking of making another joke. Mina was already tossing ideas for team names like they were in some hero band.
"Tch," Katsuki clicked his tongue, speeding up a little to catch up with them. The closer they got to UA, the louder the sound of flashes became. What started as low murmurs grew into a buzzing roar, like a swarm of flies drawn to a carcass. And then it hit them; the blinding flashes of cameras, microphones shoved past the bars of the gate, and a mess of reporters yelling over each other like wild animals.
Word traveled fast; too fast.
The Symbol of Peace was now a teacher at UA.
UA's gates were swarmed with obnoxious reporters who shoved microphones in students' faces, cameras flashing like strobe lights, and voices overlapping in a cacophony of desperation. They were all desperate to get their hands on a scoop of the news, stopping students and even teachers when possible, to ask if the rumors were true. Nearby, a Gen Ed student crumpled under interrogation, stammering, "I-I don't know anything!"
The moment Katsuki and his group were spotted, a wave of excitement rippled through the press like gasoline to a flame. In other words, disaster wrapped in mass media. "HEY! STUDENTS! OVER HERE—CAN YOU COMMENT ON THE SYMBOL OF PEACE TEACHING YOU?!"
"Has he retired?!" A reporter who had managed to a death grip on Kirishima's sleeve asked. "Woah—what the heck?"
"Is it true All Might is teaching at UA?!"
"Do you know what class he's in?!"
"Has he personally trained any of you?!"
"Does UA have ties to his sudden disappearance?!"
Iida had appeared out of nowhere, striding toward the gates and stretching his arms out like a barricade. "No interviews are permitted beyond this point! Please respect UA's privacy and the students' safety!" But the reporters weren't backing down. Their lenses and mics poked through the bars like weapons. "Do you feel your safety is compromised with All Might at UA?! What are the teachers doing about the villains?!"
Katsuki stopped just a few feet from the gate, his expression darkening. "Damn vultures. The hell is all this noise?" He said as he saw Kirishima trying to pry his arm off a reporter's grip. Then—salvation in a sleeping bag. Aizawa's voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "Move." The crowd parted as the underground hero made his way into the school. A female reporter attempted to ask Aizawa about All Might but his deadpan stare was pretty much unsettling. It didn't take long for backup to arrive, the gates shuddered open as Cementoss and Midnight stepped forward, flanked by a few security staff. Cementoss raised a hand, and part of the ground shifted subtly—just enough to create a barrier between the students and the media.
"This is private property. All unauthorized personnel will vacate immediately," Cementoss stated flatly. Midnight's smirk didn't quite reach her eyes. "Unless you'd like to explain to the Board of Education why you're harassing minors?" That did the trick. The crowd began to thin, some reporters grumbling as they were ushered away. "Damn parasites," Katsuki muttered. "We didn't sign up for paparazzi."
Kirishima slapped him on the back, grinning. "C'mon, man. If this is Day Two, just imagine what we're in for tomorrow!"
"...God help us all," Kaminari added, pale.
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Sure enough, the mass media onslaught lasted for days, always staying outside UA's gates since the past 4 days non stop. Thanks to UA's massive security, they aren't able to breach the school grounds. Inside the school building, Class 1-A was alive with chatter. Sleepy heads were slumped over desks, some still yawning and groaning from yesterday's events, while others animatedly recounted the training incident.
Katsuki had entered silently, backpack slung over one shoulder, tie halfway done, and still very much not in the mood to be social. Yet his entrance didn't go unnoticed.
"Bakugo! Mornin', bro!" Kirishima waved, way too energetic for this early. Katsuki grunted in response and dropped into his seat. As usual, he ignored most of them—except for the fact that they were still adamantly starting conversations with him. It was starting to get annoying, he's not too much of the chatty type. And worse... he was kinda getting used to it.
Before things could spiral into another interrogation, Aizawa dragged himself into the room, wrapped in his capture weapon like a half-asleep caterpillar. "Take your seats," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "We're not fighting today, so don't explode anything... Bakugo."
"I didn't even do anything!" Said person snapped. "You were thinking about it," Aizawa deadpanned, then pulled out a clipboard. "Today's agenda: homeroom, and then…Class rep election."
That got everyone's attention.
"Class Rep?" Iida perked up immediately. "Class Representative and Deputy," Aizawa clarified. "Two students to serve as a bridge between the class and the faculty. Organize emergency responses, be a point of contact, whatever. You'll vote." He said that part because he pretty much knew that chaos would potentially erupt. Some excited murmurs began to spread, while Aizawa yawned, already preparing to retreat into his sleeping bag. "I'll leave you to it. Don't be dumb about it. You've got five minutes." The moment he disappeared behind his desk and zipped up like a burrito, chaos erupted.
"LET'S DO THIS!" Kaminari shouted. "Vote for me and I'll bring snacks to every meeting!"
"I don't think that's how it works!" Yaoyorozu sighed, flipping through the student handbook. "Leadership requires responsibility, not bribery!"
"I nominate Iida," Tsuyu said. "He already acts like the class dad!" Iida stood and bowed stiffly. "It would be my honor to serve!" Kirishima grinned. "Hey, I'd vote for Bakugo. Guy took a blast of Todoroki's ice and still kept going like a boss." Mina clapped her hands. "Ooooh! Bakugo as Class Rep?! That'd be hilarious."
"Tch," Katsuki growled. "I'm not leading anybody."
"But you've already kinda been doing it!" Kaminari added, waggling his eyebrows. "You were the loudest in training and the first to rush in!"
"I WAS BLOWING SHIT UP, NOT GIVING ORDERS!" Katsuki barked. "But it worked!" Kirishima shot back, still smiling. "It was cool, man."
"Ughhh," Katsuki facepalmed. "This is exactly why I didn't wanna get stuck with you idiots." Pretty much soon, the class finally moved to vote, scribbling names on paper scraps. A few minutes later, Iida went up to tally the votes while Aizawa snored softly in the corner.
"Alright," Iida announced. "This is pretty much all the results."
The names of each student was listed based on number of votes, many 0 very few 1; they voted for themselves off course. But written boldly on the board, in first place, with six votes... is Bakugo Katsuki.
The entire class turned to face him. Katsuki's eye twitched. "...You're all joking."
"Nope!" Mina laughed. "You won!"
"Second place," Iida cleared his throat, "goes to myself, with five votes. So… I will serve as Deputy."
"I refuse," Bakugo said flatly, already standing up.
"You can't refuse!" Kirishima grinned. "Democracy, bro."
"THIS WASN'T A DAMN ELECTION—IT WAS A SETUP!!!"
Aizawa cracked an eye open, seeing the results on the board. "Alright then. Bakugo, Iida, please step up to the front of the class. Katsuki's eye twitched. "I have been set up sir."
"You're doing it anyway, Bakugo."
"I HATE THIS SCHOOL."
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The cafeteria buzzed with student chatter, trays clinking, and the aroma of fresh food filling the massive space. Class 1-A was scattered around one of the larger tables, finally relaxing after a long morning.
Katsuki glared murderously around his friends that had settled beside him, oblivious to the glaring holes aimed at their heads while they conversed among themselves, mostly amused and weirdly content. Despite his protests, something about seeing him in charge just fit. And while he'd never admit it out loud, maybe part of him didn't completely hate it.
"I'm just saying," Kaminari grinned between bites, "Bakugo as Class Rep? That's still the funniest thing I've seen this week."
"Shut up before I use your stupid face to butter this bread," Bakugo muttered, but there was no real bite to it. Ochaco snorted into her juice box. "He's been doing okay so far!" Kirishima grinned. "That's what I've been sayin'! Dude's got leader vibes. Explody ones, but still." Before Katsuki could launch a retort, the entire cafeteria jolted to life as a blaring siren rang through the school.
"Warning! Level 3 Security Breach! All students are to remain calm and await further instruction!" The announcement repeated itself, but the students were already panicking.
"What the hell—?!"
"They said Level 3! That's like—villain attack levels!"
"Are we under siege again?!"
Chairs screeched. Trays dropped. The cafeteria's buzz turned into a roar of chaos as the mass of students surged to the exits like a stampede of pure fear.
"Get outta the way!"
"I can't breathe—!"
"MOVE!"
Within seconds, it was a mess of elbows, screaming, and wild scrambling. Some students were knocked to the ground. Others were pushed against the tables. Katsuki instinctively grabbed Kirishima by the back of his collar as the redhead was nearly pulled into the crowd. "Oi! Stay with me!" Momo braced herself over a younger student. "Get down! Don't move!" Iida's voice rose above the crowd. "Everyone, stay calm! There's no confirmed threat yet!" But no one was listening. The tide of fear was too strong.
Katsuki's eyes narrowed as he saw someone trip and nearly get stepped on. He grit his teeth. His instincts screamed combat, but what he saw chilled him even more; people could actually die here, crushed or trampled in the chaos. "Goddamn cowards—MOVE BACK!" He jumped onto a cafeteria table, explosions popping in his palms, not harmful, just loud and bright enough to catch everyone's attention.
The explosive sound cracked through the cafeteria like thunder.
"HEY! EVERYONE SHUT UP AND SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN!!" The shockwave of his voice halted some students in their tracks. For a split second, the crowd froze, shocked into silence. Smoke curled from Bakugo's clenched fists as he glared down at them. He stood tall, eyes blazing, like a commander in a war zone.
"Running around like morons is gonna get people trampled! If you wanna live, STOP. FUCKING. MOVING." It was enough to slow the crowd; just a little.
More heads turned. "B-Bakugo?" someone whispered.
"What do we do then?! What if it's villains?!"
"Let the damn teachers do their jobs. You panicking ain't gonna help 'em!" Down on the floor, Iida shoved his way toward the wall where windows faced the courtyard. His sharp eyes scanned below—and then widened.
Down below, there were mass amount of news reporters that had somehow made their way past the gate, with Aizawa and Present Mic already there to stop their advances. Iida turned toward the front of the cafeteria and dashed onto the table beside Bakugo. "EVERYONE, PLEASE REMAIN CALM!" he shouted in his classic, formal tone. "It's not villains! It's only reporters! They forced their way in through the front gate!" The system overreacted!"
"What?!"
"Just reporters?!"
Katsuki leapt down from the table, landing beside Iida with a solid thud. "You're sure?" Iida nodded. "I'm sure. No weapons. Just a crowd of cameras and microphones. Take a look." Katsuki's face twisted into something between relief and disgust as he saw the situation outside. "So we nearly got flattened because of a bunch of damn vultures."
Together, they started shouting instructions. Katsuki doing the yelling, and Iida organizing. One barked orders; the other directed foot traffic.
"Take a seat!"
"Stay away from the exits!"
"If you're hurt, raise your hand and wait for assistance!"
The strange pairing worked. With their combined effort and a few teachers finally arriving on scene to back them up, order slowly returned. Students sat back down. Some were still trembling, some wide-eyed, but the last of the screaming died down.
And Katsuki has successfully sealed his imminent role as class representative against his will.
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Later that day, once the panic had fully passed and the reporters were forcibly removed from the gates, Principal Nezu along with cementoss and Midnight interrogated the trespassed gate. What was found there was very much not pleasant. The high level security gate was left in ashes, thereby giving the mass media a chance to trespass. This would have just been a hunch that the reporters were desperate to get news, but it wasn't. Because this had happened before.
The chimera of a principal was quiet as he stared down the decayed gates. "It's happening again." Midnight said, her cherry personality morphed to seriousness. Nezu nodded silently. "Indeed. Whoever is responsible for this…is sending a message. And we must be prepared."
This is the second time UA had been infiltrated, the third time might be more destructive next time.
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Void's body lay strapped to the cold, metallic table, his arms and legs locked in heavy restraints that dug into his skin. His coal-black body trembling with residual pain from the previous tests. The harsh fluorescent lights above illuminated his sweat-drenched skin, his glowing green eyes dim with fatigue and torment. Around him, machines beeped and whirred, the cacophony of mechanical noise only amplifying the dread in the air. Electrodes were affixed to his head, their wires trailing to monitors that displayed a constant stream of data. Thick straps bound his torso, pinning him in place, while a gag-like muffler was forced into his mouth, muffling any screams that might escape. They were meant to hold a creature as powerful as him, unyielding to even the faintest sign of resistance. But that didn't stop Void's body from involuntarily thrashing, the raw agony overriding his instinct to stay still.
Void's glowing green eyes were half-lidded, his body trembling in anticipation of the pain to come. He had endured countless tests before, but the knowledge did nothing to steel him. Each session was worse than the last, pushing him to the brink of his sanity. His fingers twitching against the restraints.
Across the room, Garaki adjusted the knobs on one of the machines, his aged face alight with manic glee. The doctor's movements were methodical, deliberate, as though he was savoring every moment of his work. "Ah, my greatest creation," he muttered to himself, his voice a mix of pride and cruelty. "Today, we perfect you. Today, you become truly invincible."
"Let's begin," Garaki said, his voice filled with twisted excitement. "Your new quirks are remarkable, but they need to fit you better. Adaptation is key, my dear Void. And pain… well, pain is the teacher."
Void's muffled growl came from behind the gagged muffler forced into his mouth. His teeth clenched down on the thick material as the first wave of pain shot through his body. Garaki had activated the electrode nodes attached to his scalp, sending sharp, electrifying jolts through his brain. It was as if his mind was being split apart, each nerve screaming in protest as the quirk integration began forcing his cells to evolve. Void's spine arched against the restraints, his back straining so violently that it cracked under the pressure. The sound of bone snapping echoed through the lab, followed by the sickening pop of vertebrae realigning themselves thanks to his newly integrated super regeneration. The agony didn't stop there. His back continued to spasm involuntarily, the strength of his enhanced muscles forcing his body to rise against the straps.
"Fascinating!" Garaki exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with glee as Void's body arched mere inches off the table. The restraints held firm, digging deeper into Void's skin, but his sheer force of will made the metal creak ominously. "Even your body's reaction is extraordinary. Do you feel that, Void? That's progress. That's perfection in the making!"
Void's eyes rolled back into his head as another jolt of electricity wracked his brain, this one stronger than the last. His head slammed against the metal table, the impact ringing out like a gunshot, but he didn't stop thrashing. His body was fighting on its own, trying to reject the torment, trying to escape. But the restraints only allowed him to rise so far, his back curving into a grotesque arch as the pain pushed him further toward the breaking point.
"Ah, and now we test the regeneration more directly," Garaki said, flipping a switch. A mechanical arm descended; its clawed fingers tipped with jagged blades. The claws plunged into Void's chest, tearing through muscle and bone to reach his heart. Blood poured from the wound, pooling beneath him as his body writhed in agony. His muffled screams grew louder, the sound reverberating through the lab.
"Don't worry," Garaki said mockingly. "Your super regeneration will take care of it. Look, it's already starting!" He pointed to the monitors, where Void's vitals were displayed in real time. His heart, though shredded, was reforming itself at an alarming rate, each beat stronger than the last. The regeneration didn't lessen the pain. If anything, it amplified it. The process of his cells knitting themselves back together was like a thousand needles stabbing into him all at once. Void's hands clenched into fists against the restraints, his nails digging so deeply into his palms that they drew blood.
"Such resilience," Garaki marveled, his voice dripping with admiration. "Do you understand, Void? You were born for this. To suffer, to grow, to become the ultimate weapon. Your intelligence, your strength, your quirks—they will make All Might's defeat inevitable."
Void's glowing green eyes burned with hatred, tears streaking down his face as he glared at Garaki. His body tried to rise again, his muscles bulging against the restraints, but the heavy straps only allowed him the same few inches of movement. His frustration boiled over, his muffled growl turning into a roar of defiance. "Still fighting?" Garaki chuckled. "Good. That fire in you will serve us well. But let's see how you handle this."
Void's body spasmed violently as another wave of electricity coursed through him, this one so intense that his spine snapped again. The sound was sickening, a loud crack followed by Void's muffled howl of agony. His regeneration kicked in immediately, the bones resetting themselves with excruciating slowness. The process was deliberate, almost cruel in its efficiency, as if his body was punishing him for daring to break.
Garaki laughed manically, his joy unrestrained as he watched his creation endure the unimaginable. "Yes! Yes! This is it! You'll be unstoppable, Void. All Might won't stand a chance. You'll destroy him with your bare hands, and the world will finally see the brilliance of my work!"
The electricity died down, making Void slump down the table. Residual pain still making him convulse. "You'll thank me for this one day," Garaki said, stepping closer to inspect Void's trembling body. "When you stand over All Might's broken form, when you become the symbol of our victory, you'll realize that all of this—" he gestured to the blood and machinery around them, "—was worth it."
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