Bakugo: …
Me: … I know you are sad and miss him but…
Bakugo: …
?: Um… excuse me…
Me: ?
Bakugo: *gloomy*
?: Um… could you… um please… move aside…
Bakugo: *turn to look then gloomy continue*
Me: ! TAMAKI!
Tamaki: Yes… yes… could you… ask him to move… that is… my wall
Me: …*sweat-drop*
CHAPTER 13: FIRST DAY AT U.A
"OI! BRAT! DID YOU GET EVERYTHING?!"
"WHO DO YOU THINK I AM HUH HAG?!"
"DON'T CALL ME HAG YOU BRAT!"
The sole brunette male of the house just happily sits and drinks his morning coffee
"Good luck Son!"
"Hm! I don't need some lame a** luck, Old Man!"
"KATSUKI! DON'T TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR FATHER!"
"WHATEVER!"
With a slam of the door, a tall teenager with spiky blond hair walks into the street. At this time of the year, many trees and flowers have bloomed beautifully making his road to school even more breathtaking. Some petals fall and some land on his full-length light gray jacket yet he continues on without pause.
KATSUKI'S POV STARTS
It's spring-time, the time when U.A High school starts its semester. With the information I have gotten, usually, roundly 36 kids passed not mention the recommended ones. So each year most would only have 2 classes of the Hero department.
'I'm in class 1-A…'
I leisurely walk down the hallway, remembering the way as well as take in any details on the way
'Better be prepared than not… isn't it what you said Deku…'
My thought once again drifts back to him, however, I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts as he and I have promised to do our best.
'Let's do this!'
I finally arrive at my class and couldn't help and comment
"That is one huge a** door"
I open the door like I own the da** thing, I walk in and see there are only two people who have already arrived. Paying them no mind, I sit down at my assigned desk, pop a leg on the table as my head slowly imagine the emerald orbs shining brightly.
"DON'T PUT YOUR LEGS ON THE DESK! DON'T YOU THINK THAT'S DISRESPECT TOWARDS YOUR CLASSMATES AND YOUR SENIORS!"
'Uh! What's with the two-bit extra.'
If Deku hadn't rubbed his heroic nature on me, I would have blown his face off. I sigh and put my leg down
"Yeah yeah whatever"
"THANK YOU! ANYWAY, MY NAME IS IIDA TENYA FROM SOUMEI JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL!"
'Um… would it kills him to stop shouting?! And Soumei eh? Maybe he's an elite… I want to fight him!'
"Yeah yeah… Bakugo Katsuki"
Before the motormouth could say anything else, pink and red blurs rush pass him and surround me
"IT'S YOU! THE MEANIE!"
"SPIKY BLOND! YOU GOT IN JUST LIKE PRESENT MIC SAID! SO MANLY!"
… I think I am making the 'THE F**K ARE YOU MOR**S?!' right now. And OM*ingG! They are still talking! With a big tick mark of mankind, I stand up and yell
"SHUT THE F**K UP! RACOON EYES! THE FU** WHO IS THE 'MEANIE' SAVED YOUR WEAK A**?! AND YOU!"
I point to the redhead as the Racoon eyes pouting about the name
"SHI**Y HAIR! STOP WITH THE 'MANLY' OF YOUR! AND OF COURSE I'M IN! WHO YOU EXTRAS THINK I AM?!"
With that, I sit down and maybe have some peace and quiet but those three mor**s have other ideas
"BAKUGO-SAN! THAT'S NOT AN APPROPRIATE LANGUAGE IN THE SCHOOL'S ENVIRONMENT!"
"MY NAME IS ASHIDO MINA! NOT RACOON EYES OR PINKY!"
"SO MANLY!"
Before I could say anything, a yellow thingy pops outside the door which is weird but effective in shutting the extras off.
"If you're gonna be hunting for buddies do it elsewhere."
Now, everyone is looking at the weird yellow thing and see there a old unkempt man who is slurping jelly. Then the man wiggles himself upward and takes off the yellow thing which is a sleeping bag, revealing an over-all black suit with a long dark gray scarf around his neck.
'Who the f*** is this? Look like some wash-up extra'
But as I look more carefully, the suit is a little big for him as if he tries to hide his physical body and the tension in his body as if ready to fight at any given moment.
'Never judge a book by its cover, eh Izu?'
I thought back fondly at the memory. But not for long as the mystery man says next
"Hmm, it took you lot 8 seconds to quiet down. Life is short, kids. You're all lacking in common sense. Anyway, I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta. Please to meet you."
Yeah… Please to meet us my a** with his 'kill me already I want to sleep' face, only a blind man would believe him. Then he rummages his sleeping bag and surprisingly pulls out exactly 19 gym clothes.
'Urgg… that's just weird and gross'
"Wear this and move to the P.E ground immediately."
A FEW MINUTES LATER
"A QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST?!"
Yelled the extras. Some of them are protesting against the idea but all shoot down by Aizawa
"You all understand the school's reputation for freedom on campus. Well, that 'Freedom' goes for us, Senseis, too."
None dare to talk as he continues
"Softball pitch, standing long jump, 50 meters dash, endurance running, grip strength test, sustained sideways jumps, upper body exercises, seated toe-touch."
As he's listing all the activities makes me understand what is going to happen next. I smirk as he says
"Bakugo, how far could you pitch softball in middle school?"
At the question, I briefly remember how Izu always made up courses after courses of training our body with or without a quirk.
"70 meters"
Some whispers at my answer but as always I pay no mind
"Try using your quirk this time around. As long as you don't exit the circle, anything is fine."
With that instruction, Aizawa tosses my a softball as I stand in the circle he talked about. I look at the ball, with the sweats on my hand, and grip it tightly as I calculate the right angle to augment the pitch with the shock wave of my explosion.
'Heh… Now I sound like him'
Sketching my dominant arm a bit, I get into the position as Sensei calls out
"Don't hold back."
"Heh. You got it"
Placing both feet and shoulders width apart, I shift my weight to my right foot as I lifting mine left where my thigh is parallel with the ground then with my right arm is at the lowest point of my position with the other high in front of my face. Then quickly I lower my raised foot down and use the motion of my shoulders, hips, legs with my pitching arm extend as far as possible. When the ball in slow-motion left my hand and slides to my fingertips, I let loose of the explosion that creates a massive shock wave shooting the ball higher into the sky. At the finishing touch, I lift my back leg up to balance myself and stand up straight.
I glance at the other extras, all of them is star-struck at my performance
'As they should… heh with all the adorable mumbling of his is very useful'
I secretly let out a soft smile at the thought, as I wait for the teacher to says my score.
KATSUKI'S POV ENDS
'Heh! That kid has a good head on his shoulders. With the right technique of a pitcher and perfect timing of placing his quirk into the ball. He will go far IF he continues'
Aizawa thought to himself without revealing anything on his face as he shows the class the device that calculates the distance of the pitch as he says.
"Before anything else, one must know what they are capable of. This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your 'Hero foundation'."
The class shout in shouted at the result.
"OMG! 710.2 m!"
"MANLY!"
"UNREAL MAN!"
"AWESOME! THIS LOOKS FUN!"
"WE CAN USE QUIRKS! THAT'S HEROIC DEPARTMENT FOR YOU!"
Between all the cheering, a soft voice rings out that put everyone on edge
"It looks… fun… you say?"
The unkempt tired and 'whatever' Sensei is no more as the air around him changed into some dark and deadly, making every student there finally see the true color and strength of their homeroom teacher.
"So…"
His voice is soft yet it carries weight make everyone who hears it stop dead in their track
"You were planning to spend your three years here having good o' time?"
He raises his hand to his face as a memory flash before his eyes.
"What happened to become a hero?"
'Never again…'
Aizawa Shouta looks up and to the students' horror, his eyes turn bright red like a demon out for blood
"In that case, new rules. The one who ranks last in total points will be judged 'hopeless' and instantly expelled."
Everyone widens their eyes in horror at the news but none dare to say anything. With a wipe of his hand, Shouta puts back his bang showing more of the still glowing red eyes to them
"Our 'freedom' means we dispense with students as we please!"
Scary wide full teeth smile combined with the tone of welcoming to hell, the homeroom teacher says
"Welcome to this… DEPARTMENT OF HEROICS"