Just laughed my ass off
"Some of you played a more active role in the attack then any of us teachers are comfortable with. It's a good sign of your heroic instincts, but you are all untrained and inexperienced." Aizawa gave certain students a more pointed glance.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. Ushu, you're strong. There is no getting around it. But you ended up taking the life of multiple villains, and brutalizing many others. To make it worse, you did this in frozen time, after dodging an attack from the only villain there who scared you. There are a lot of mitigating factors, which I'm sure you're aware of, after your talks with the police, but still. It's important you all understand this isn't a game, and that taking a life is not a trivial matter. Ushu, you are now required to attend 30 minutes of counseling every day. The details will be made ready to you at the end of the day. And anyone else who wishes to get help, feel free to talk to me, the school will get you a trial session."
"The school wants us talking to shrinks?" Bakugo spoke with a mixture of amusement and dismissal.
I rolled my eyes. Maybe I do need catered counseling, but it's a little too late for all of that.
"Everyone helped against the villains that rushed us when the main threats left. That's valuable experience. It should help you stand out in the upcoming sports festival." The class erupted.
"Why are we still having it? I know they don't have their leader, but that warping guy is still out and about." Jiro questioned.
"Security will be higher than ever, and we will be showing everyone that UA is safer than ever." Aizawa answered.
"What are all these people doing here?" Uraraka asked. There was an army of students outside our classroom.
"Do yall have some kind of business with our class?" Ida made his funny arm motions towards the crowd.
"They're obviously scouting us out, idiots. We're the class that casually walked away from a villain attack. Now you extras know what a real future pro looks like, get out of the way." Bakugo strolled to the front of the crowd.
"So this is class 1-A? I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional, or just you?" A purple haired guy walked to the front of the crowd, facing Bakugo.
"Oh, this should be good." I start to laugh at Bakugo's offended tension.
"How sad to come here and find a bunch of ego maniacs. I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track, such is life. I didn't cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us 'extras' do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. Which means some of you would lose your spots. Consider this a declaration of war." The purple haired kid said so many strong words, with so little passion.
I walk forward, shoving Bakugo away. He starts sparking, but backs up. I stare the guy in the face.
"Shinso Hitoshi, right? I've heard a little bit about you. I definitely wouldn't mind having you in my class." He doesn't respond.
"You guys really think you're just better than the rest of us, huh?" A grey haired kid yells. Bakugo shoved me out of the way.
"None of these people matter. I'm out of here." Bakugo leaves. The crowd and our class get rowdy, but it's unimportant.
At the end of day, where this sports festival is concerned, most of these guys didn't matter.
I duck to the right, and jump back. I'm in the middle of a spar with Yujin. He's busy trying to talk and fight.
"I'm going to put..." Yujin tries to punch me.
"My best foot forward!" I shove him.
"Even if I don't..." Yujin launches at me.
"Really care!" He falls flat first on the ground.
Yujin is exceptionally skilled. He has to be, after reading the fighting memories of dozens of pro fighters. But he doesn't train his body as much as a pro fighter would, and doesn't have any unfair fighting advantage, beyond reading his opponents next move. Doesn't really help when I can move and perceive actual reality leagues better and faster than he can.
"You're done for today." I help Yujin get up. He groans.
"Such bullshit." Yujin grabs a water bottle and starts chugging.
"I know I said I'd just ignore it, but I can't anymore. Why the hell do you need every single memory Midoriya has? All Might, I understand, but why Midoriya?" I fold my arms.
It's unneeded, he knows from my thoughts that I'm serious. Yujin sighs.
"He's supposed to eventually be stronger than All Might at his greatest. I want to mold that. Craft him into what I think Japan will need. Into what I know it already needs. To do that, I need every last fiber of his being, perfectly memorized. I can't have any room for error in wrapping him into my view of things." Yujin gives me his familiar 'go ahead and complain' stare.
"Midoriya isn't stupid. And he isn't blood thirsty. He'll simply ignore anything you say that sounds too radical. Your efforts are better used elsewhere." Yujin shakes his head at my response.
"He'll understand, he'll come around. You can't resist someone who knows you better than you know yourself." Yujin pulls out his phone, and starts a call.
He nods at me, before walking away. Giving me time to digest that. Yeah, I guess you're right, Yujin. You do always get your way, eventually, don't you? He doesn't turn to comment on my thoughts.
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