The scene is set: it's only a week after the UA Sports Festival, and the masses were going ballistic. There was already a panel interview schedule with Bakugou Katsuki, the infamous winner. Looming over Japan was the recent attack on the moon, and sadly, their last hope was held in the hands of an egotistical, selfish (but still intelligent) Bakugou. Class 1-A prayed he didn't do anything to ruin their reputation further.
One man stood up, holding his phone in front of him. "Now, before we conclude, Mr. Bakugou, we have one more question from Twitter: it asks', "there are concerns over the safety of Japan's cities due to the space colonies' attack on the moon-" the tweet continues, "what do you have to say about the theft of dangerous artifacts that could cause attacks like this to happen again?""
Bakugou paused, then let out a chuckle, sneer forming across his face. "You mean, the Chaos Emeralds?" His smirk grew. "I'm going to assume you mean the Chaos Emeralds. Because if that's what you're concerned about," he stuck his hand into his pocket, setting a green object on the podium, "I've got one of them right here." The room immediately exploded, gasps' coming left and right. Flashes from cameras were enough to blind even those with perfect vision.
"A Chaos Emerald?!" They shouted in terror, scrambling to exit the premises, chairs and tables falling. Voices from men in black suits pointing guns in his direction rose above the rest. "Mr. Bakugou, put your hands up, and turn around slowly..."
Bakugou ignored, instead crossing his arms over his chest, Chaos Emerald in hand. "CHAOS CONTROL!" He yelled, sticking the arm holding the green object out. A flash of light erupted from his body, and that was the last thing seen before the interview cut off.
"PLEASE STAND BY" Television screens across the country said, static in the background. People everywhere stared in disbelief at what had just happened, forever wondering why, and how, the hell Bakugou Katsuki was in possession of a Chaos Emerald.
THE END.