BRRRRINNGGGGGGG!

As the bell rang, Bakugo strutted over the plush rubber floor. His head lowered, he tapped his chiseled chin as he paced across the hall. His hero costume was freshly pressed and free of any blemishes and wrinkles. He was an aggressive dog ready to attack a small squirrel as he shifted his red eyes towards the group of students next to him gaggled together.

He was quickly told by the Principal that Deku had already messed up on the first day. He could not believe the Number One Pro-Hero would be outmatched by a bunch of students. Not only that, but he was outmatched not on the battlefield but in the classroom! What kind of hero passes out from anxiety on the first day of school as the teacher? It made no sense to him, but that at least meant he would get more time to break in the fresh meat.

The class stood in their new gym uniforms. It was a polyester track suit with a red shirt that cascaded into a deep blue fabric as it travelled down the seams of the pants. It was a very patriotic look that was basically the opposite of the school uniforms color pattern.

Standing towards front of the group, Katsu took a thread and pulled it, forcing the cuff of the wrist to tighten. He thought the uniforms looked good, but he had a hard time walking in such a stiff fabric.

"Heroes," Bakugo said.

The class remained silent.

Bakugo froze in mid-step. As quick as a fox finding prey in the Northern California woods, he pivoted towards the class and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"It's such an arrogant thing, isn't it? Being a Pro-Hero. You could find plenty of other ways to save people. Make their lives easier. You could be a firefighter or a paramedic. Hell, the lady that stocks up your groceries has saved lives at some point. If it weren't for her, you would have to go out and kill to get your own food. Or at least, you'd have to go to MgRonald's for the rest of your life."

Towards the back and peering over the heads of most of the students, Austin furrowed his brow. He hoped Bakugo knew he was mispronouncing names.

"So then why do this?" Bakugo began to raise his voice. "Why? To make money? To save people? No, you become a Pro-Hero because there's no other future for you. Because your own life depends on being the greatest of all time! Because you would rather jump off a bridge than wind up pushing pencils as some lame salaryman. Because when a bunch of punks walk into school for the first time, they dream of being you and nobody else. When somebody is in trouble, they call out your name!"

Bakugo flicked his fingers. A ball of fire ignited as he held it in his hands. "This is why I'm a Pro-Hero! So if you don't know why, then you need to figure it out. And soon."

He extinguished the flames. Taking a deep breath, Bakugo shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Now, we are going to have your first lesson. I was given a specific curriculum, but I thought it was bullshit. So, here is what we are doing," Bakugo turned and pointed at a red circle taped in the center of the gym. "I'm going to stand in that circle. Then, one of you nerds will come up and challenge me."

A hand raised.

"What do you want?

Lloyd Thomas stepped in front of the class, his chest puffed out in seriousness. "Yes, Mister Bakugo."

"What?"

"Are we supposed to do combat with you in battle?" He asked. "Because taking on a Pro-Hero on our first day seems like a challenge for a final exam."

Bakugo let out a deep laugh. "Like any of you could come close to beating me. No, red-head! If you let me finish, I would have said that your goal isn't to beat me. That won't be possible. It's to knock me out of the circle. It's a small one, so just one step will probably do it. Too bad, though, because none of you will be able to. This way, I can at least see some of your quirks before class ends."

Lloyd finally thrusted his hand back to his side. "Yes, thank you Mister Bakugou."

"Don't call me Mister. It makes me feel old," Bakugo said as he gestured at the class. "So who wants to take me on?"

Silence.

The entire class looked at each other like lambs prepared for slaughter. This man had to be crazy if he thought they would go through with this.

"Ugh. Fine," Bakugo threw his hands up in exasperation. "How about this? If you know me out of my circle, you get...what do kids like to get nowadays?"

"Free food," Robyn chimed in.

"A new guitar," Abel shouted.

"Money," Austin said in his low voice.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "I'll give the students that can do it...five extra points on their first written test."

More silence.

"Okay, ten extra points."

The class murmured to themselves. Ten points was a lot to get added onto a test.

"I'll do it."

Turning towards the back of the class, the tallest student emerged. He was a man with dark brown cocoa skin and, shockingly enough, six arms that rested over his back like a spider. A second pair of hazel eyes blinked on the side of his head by his temples as he sauntered up towards the front of the line. He was a fit, physically capable looking person that also had a pleasant and calm demeanor as he nodded at each classmate, wishing them a good morning as he approached Bakugo.

Suddenly, a loud voice blared out from the speakers. It was our dear friend that you are now meeting for the first time, The Announcer!

"Hunter Payne: Seventeen! His quirk: Spider Monkey! A mix between his two parents quirks, he has the strength and power of a spider while possessing the acrobatics and flexibility of a monkey!

"Shit, that guy is taller than you," Abel jabbed Austin in the ribcage. "How did I not notice him?"

Austin tapped Abel's headphones to answer his question.

Bakugo shrugged as the tall man flexed his arms that were on his back.

"We already have a Spider Pro-Hero."

"He doesn't move like me," the boy said. "And unlike him, I don't run out of web to shoot."

The entire class "oohed" at the statement.

"Tch. Whatever," Bakugo said. He pointed at the class behind the guy. "All of you get into the spectator box!"

In the training arena was a hero-proof plexiglass box that jutted out from the padded walls. It had a clean, almost clinical look to it as the fluorescent lights illuminated the air-conditioned seating area. Much like a press box at a stadium, Anton lowered himself onto the velvet leather chair right in front of the glass. A couple of rows rose above it as the class settled in, preparing as if they were watching a wrestling event. Up here, they were safe from any danger as they looked down at the two figures.

Bakugo and the new kid were lined up in front of each other like a duel in the wild west. The boy's arms twitched as he lowered himself down into a near crouch.

"No rules," Bakugo shouted. "Come at me with all you got!"

He looked up towards the press box. "Announcer! Tell us when!"

A microphone squeaked out as a powerful voice echoed out into the arena. "What is up, everyone? This is me, the announcer. Now, I know you can't see me, but that's okay. Because I'm just the announcer. So on the count of three, we will begin. Ready?"

The boy nodded in front of Bakugou.

"Ready?"

Moxie bit her lip in anticipation. Forgetting the awkwardness of blowing down Bakugou's door, she twitched her leg in anticipation of the boy below being murdered. She rarely felt nervous in her life; her biggest worries back in Louisiana being the final minutes of the LSU football games. Even touring the busy streets of Los Angeles gave her nothing but a frazzled excitement for her new life ahead. She loved the crowds of people brushing past her and weaving through traffic in her car like a minnow swimming through the marsh. She had to admit; going up against a big Pro-Hero like Bakugou was a little unsettling.

Katsu, hearing a small whisper, turned next to her and faced the muttering girl. "Are you praying?"

Moxie looked over at him and froze. After realizing she was, in fact, reciting a few Hail Marys', she shrugged. "Couldn't hurt."

"Three!"

Everyone snapped their gaze down towards the floor. A buzzer rang out over the speakers.

Leaning back, the boy shot two ropes of silver webs upward at the celing. Once they connected to the metal rafters, he thrusted himself upward and propelled through the air. He shot ahead and raced in an arc towards Bakugou.

Bakugo grinned. It couldn't be this easy. He readied a blast from his clenched right fist.

The boy closed in.

Bakugo fired.

But just as he neared Bakugo, he shot another web to his right. He zipped over to that side, and the plume of flames erupted through the air and disappeared into wisps of silver smoke.

He glued his feet onto the wall and crouched sideways on the padding of the wall. Bakugo shifted his gaze upward just as the boy got another idea.

Bakugo fired a ball of flames, and the explosion careened towards him. Hunter dropped off the wall and plummeted twenty feet towards the floor. Just as he was about to his the mats, he shot out another web, this time at the wall behind Bakugo.

Tugging with all his might on the web, he propelled himself towards that wall. As he flew, he shot a web right at Bakugo's feet. It missed by a few inches, but then Hunter shot another web at the wall across from him. He kept the web at Bakugo's feet spinning as he circled around and over the Pro-Hero. When he got to a high enough apex from that swing, he shot another web at the wall that held the press box.

He continued to do this. The class began to grow impressed. Katsu nodded his head as he saw Hunter's strategy. He was spinning the webs around Bakugo's feet. Eventually, they would be tight enough to encapsulate him and cause him to fall. He was lassoing Bakugo like a steer caught by a cowboy.

At least, he thought it was impressive until he saw Bakugo's response.

Bakugo looked down and yawned as he pointed his hands down at the ground. Flames grew out from his frame that immediately disintegrated the webs.

Hunter dropped onto the mats just a few meters in front of Bakugo. The flames receded as Bakugo pointed his Grenade Gauntlets towards Hunter.

A ball of flame launched from the grenade. Hunter jumped over it.

Another ball. Hunter slid under it.

Like two shotguns, the grenades launched to walloping projectiles that rang through the arena like a caveman smashing a club. Hunter spun and flipped over one. Ducked and slid underneath another.

The class began to rise up in their seats. Hunter was getting close to Bakugo!

Twenty meters.

Another leap forward.

Ten meters. Another spin that dodged again.

Five. Hunter flexed his wrists. He could shoot a sample web and knock him off his legs. One more blast, and he jumped up to avoid it.

Except this time, Bakugo launches two fireballs at once.

Hunter had anticipated the pattern of one shot at a time that he completely ignored the fact that Bakugo could launch both. He avoided the ball below him, but the flames smashed into his frame in mid-air. He slapped the ground on his back. Just like that, it was over.

The class groaned in the press box. Katsu rested his hands on the top of his head. Of course it would not be that easy. He knew more about Bakugo's powers than most at the school. Shoto told him most of the strengths and weaknesses through older stories, and he knew that tricking his villains into following a repetitive pattern was one of his classic tricks.

Hunter craned his head up as he lay on his back, his arms protecting him from a harsher crash. He had a scorch mark in the center of his chest. Otherwise, it was only his pride that was hurt. He brushed off some of the soot on his uniform and grimaced at the smirking Bakugo.

"Such lame attacks," Bakugo said with a maniacal grin. "And your quirk gives you so many options! You could have attacked from anywhere and you could have spun webs at any time or used one of your extra arms. Instead, you do the first thing that comes to your head?"

Hunter sighed. "Guess I gotta be less predictable."

"And you will be when I'm done with you," Bakugo flashed his teeth and turned back to the press box above. "Who is next?"

Austin tapped on the cool plexiglass in the box. "I feel like this is just an excuse for him to beat up students."

Abel nodded as he pulled his headphones up to his ears. "You're right, which is why I'll go next."

"Because you want to get beat up," Austin said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No," Abel shouted with a grin. "Because I know just what is needed to beat him. What get's forged from flames?"

Austin looked around him, searching the air for answers at the riddle. "Swords?"

"No," Abel said as he turned and headed for the elevator behind them. "Rock!"

The announcer interrupted again with a blare of the microphone.

Abel Chevelle! His quirk: Radiohead! His natural abilities are enhanced to substantial levels based off the songs he hears over his headphones!

"Begin!"

Adjusted his circular glasses, Abel stood at the starting circle in front of Bakugo. With a grin, he looked down at his electronic music player. Flipping the mechanical dial, he thumbed the list of songs that scrolled over the screen.

"Let's see," Abel said as he poked through the songs. "Smash Mouth? Don't think so. Journey? Not right now. Whipping Post? That's a twenty minute song. Need something fast and strong..."

Bakugo stared incredulously at the boy scanning through a glorified mp3 player. His large black headphones gleamed in the harsh lights of the training arena. He looked like some wannabe disc jockey. Why was he searching for music to listen to during their battle?

Austin scrunched his eyebrows together. "You know," he said to nobody in particular. "He probably should have picked the song before he entered the arena."

Megan, standing next to Austin, heard his comment and nodded. She was glad somebody with common sense was in the class.

A few more seconds inched by as Abel searched for the song. Bakugo realized he could just waste the guy away now, but he at least wanted to see what the quirk was capable of performing.

"Ah ha," Abel shouted to himself as he pressed play. "'Kickstart My Heart' is perfect! Got it."

The revving of the motorcycle rumbled through his ears as he swayed in place for a few seconds. He had to wait for the drums to kick in.

Bakugo was now starting to get annoyed. The kid was not only ignoring him, but he was dancing in the middle of the battle.

A couple more beats. A high top cymbal.

Then, the eruption.

"Now!"

Abel launched himself forward at a rapid pace, nearly becoming a blur to the students. The wind gushed past him as his lips quivered from the fast speed. He felt the muscles in his arms bulge slightly like gooseflesh tickling his skin. Fast and strong, just like the song.

Even Austin admitted that he may have underestimated him. Abel was rocketing towards Bakugo. A punch at that speed could seriously hurt someone. The rest of his classmates started to cheer. The man was going faster than an Olympic sprinter!

Abel could already hear how much people would compliment him on his accomplishment. He would be one of the students to watch this year, he was sure of it! Ladies would come from the entire school to be with him. Maybe some hero agency would get word of this and sign him on the spot. The possibilities were endless!

He reached Bakugo and reared back his arm prepared to launch himself forward.

With an eye roll, Bakugo leaned to the right. Abel swung and missed.

Then, Bakugo ducked and held his clenched fist right at Abel's gut. The boy smashed right into it and, effectively, punched himself.

Bakugo pushed forward and completed the punch. Abel lashed backwards and skid away from where Bakugo was standing. As he lurched to a halt, the boy squeezed himsefl into the fetal position and clenched his gut.

"Oh, God! It hurts," Abel screamed. "My stomach! I think I'm gonna throw up!"

Abel began to heave as he felt a vile substance bubbling in his throat. He choked himself to stop it as his airways were blocked from the impact of the hit. His lungs were slabs of useless bologna as he collapsed onto his back and rolled around.

"You came directly at me. What was I supposed to do? Wait to get hit by you?" Bakugo shouted.

The boy's cries continued. Bakugo let out a grunt.

"Your pain tolerance is also too low. I didn't even really punch you. You ran into my fist."

More crying.

"And Motley Crue sucks!"

Back in the box, a serious voice broke the pitiful reverie of Abel.

"I'm going in."

Looking back, the class saw Megan roll up her sleeves as she marched over towards the elevator. The blonde with red-dyed tips strode like a robot ready to eliminate an enemy. Her face just as serious, she scowled sky blue eyes narrowed in resolve at her mission.

She pressed the button on the elevator, and it immediately opened. Getting in the silver-walled box, she straightened the collar on her track uniform.

"Uh, you sure about that, sweetie?" Moxie asked in concern.

Megan turned back in the elevator. She saw the concerned faces on the students and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to spend the entire school year cowering in fear over some wanker of a professor," Megan said. "Also, you don't insult Motley Crue and get away with it."

The doors closed.

Abel was dragged off the floor by medics. He still let out some groans of pain as Megan got out of the elevator shaft. Right next to the elevator, a rack of sports balls stood. Megan grabbed a violet rubber dodgeball as she passed the rack, not even bothering to look. She trekked to the circle and stared straight ahead, not bothering to look at as she passed him.

Megan said nothing as she turned and faced Bakugo. He could not help but laugh at the serious expression on the girl holding a dodgeball.

"We're not playing dodgeball, lady," Bakugo growled. "Unless your quirk involved being trained by Patches O'Houlihan, it won't do you any good."

Up in the box, Katsu nodded to himself. "Gotta admit, he's got taste in movies."

"I watched that movie so many times growing up," Hunter said as he drank a bottle of water to rest up. "Thought it was a true story for a while."

Down on the arena floor, Bakugo gave a nod at the box. The microphone blared out.

"Begin!"

With a grunt, Megan flung the dodgeball as hard as she could towards the ceiling. It floated upward, slowing as the resistance of gravity pulled it down.

It's apex, nearly eye-level with the spectating class, was just a foot from the tall ceiling. The ball halted and spun in place for a fraction of a second before descending.

It whirled and whistled as the ball got faster with every second. It would take about six seconds for the ball to hit the ground. As Megan bit her lip, she reared back her arm. Six seconds was not long enough for the top speed of the fall to be reached, but it was fast enough for her quirk.

Bakugo thought that throwing the ball up was weird, but he did not care. These kids were already proving to not be too bright. They did the most obvious thing first and that was that! At least somebody had to be a little challenging. He might pass out like Deku from boredom alone.

Megan saw the ball enlarge in her vision. It was almost there. She had to time and aim perfect.

She pulled back her arm. Right as the ball reached the level of her shoulder, she yelled out and bopped it with her fist.

Normally, a simple tap like what Megan did would only result in a few feet of distance and the ball dying in the air as it bounced away. Yet, once the ball touched her palm as it moved forward, it sprang like the top off an exploding bottle of diet cola mixed with menthols. A loud roar echoed as the ball split through the still air. Even if it wasn't close to the speed of sound, it travelled faster than a formula one vehicle.

Bakugo had to admit he was impressed at the speed. However, play time was over for him. He thrusted out his hand and blew a major explosion at the ball. With a bored look, he saw the ball disappear behind a wall of flames. A shockwave erupted and rumbled back the air from him. If the flames did not make the ball evaporate into nothing, then the shockwave would push it away.

Except it didn't.

Bakugo's red eyes widened as the rubber ball emerged from the flames that danced in front of him. At that speed, it was dead set aimed at his stomach level. His arms already extended, he had no time to catch it as all he could do was lean forward and hold out his arms. His palms closed into a v-shape so he could catch the ball.

He did.

The ball etched itself into his hands and stopped on a dime. However, the momentum caused Bakugo to jostle back and lose his balance. Only for a split second, but all that was needed.

Even though he caught the ball and it did no real damage to the strong Pro-Hero, Bakugo looked down at his feet. One remain planted.

The other had skidded out of the circle completely.

A palpable silence blanketed the arena. Nobody knew what to think. Such a large explosion like that still did not deter the ball that Megan threw. Either Bakugo's explosions had weakened, or Megan had thrown the ball so fast that the flames and explosion still did not stop it.

The entire class had their jaws dropped. Moxie had to use her mouth to close her jaw. Lloyd gasped for air like a fish that was beached on a dry shoreline. Even Anton, the green student that prided himself on remaining aloof and disinterested, had his focus targeted right on the image as if it were a prized portrait that would be stolen at any moment.

It was far from defeating or disarming Bakugo, but being able to make him lose at his own game was something nobody expected.

"I can make things go faster up to ten times its top speed," Megan said, breaking the trance that had everybody confused. "The problem was making it go, so I threw it high and waited for it to come down. Gravity pushes it to a fast enough speed to make it dangerous."

Bakugo considered the words, his face a mixture of shock and humility. Megan's antic would have not worked to defeat a villain. However, to stun somebody with a projectile that fast or to distract them was a real possibility. Had he anticipated the speed, he could have timed a simple swat to knock the ball away. He had underestimated somebody, and it made him pay by knocking him out of the circle.

The pro-hero threw the ball behind his head. It bounced and rolled away as useless as it was before. He scowled and propped his head upward so he looked down at Megan. "You're just lucky I wasn't expecting it," Bakugo growled. "Otherwise, I would have ducked."

Megan betrayed her own aloofness with an amused grin. On her first day ever, she had beaten Bakugo. Who cared if "beaten" only meant moving him in a circle? A win was a win.

Megan turned back and strode away, her footsteps echoing in the silent arena. "Another Pro-Hero blinded by his own power. Literally."

Megan, whether purposeful or not, swung her hips ever-so-slightly as she sashayed back to the elevator.

Megan Shaw! Quirk: Accelerate! She can make objects accelerate to over ten times the amount of the velocity they are currently going!

Hunter Payne- AnonymousAK

Look at this! MOAR Stuff!

Real quick, to Lord Dogma: you reviewed that you PM'd a character, but I never got it. Please resubmit!

There is a part two to this lesson, so more people coming up. Don't worry if you aren't here yet. Just keep reading and keep your eyes peeled!

Anything that you liked or disliked here? What did you think of the action? Any surprising or good moments? Bad moments? Let me know!

Also, I asked if you had any ideas for voices that would help me get a better grasp of the characters. Here are your answers. Tell me your opinion! If you haven't answered yet, let me know what voice your character has!

Voice Actors:

Megan Shaw-voiced by Emma Watson (apparently we have a huge budget for this. LOL)

The Announcer-voiced by Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Abel Chevelle-voiced by Nathan Sharp

Austin Bordette-voiced by Travis Willingham

Robyn Guang-voiced by Chloe Bennet

Principal Tommy-voiced by Tommy Wiseau

Also, to ManOfPewter, idk what you want Anton to sound like, but I'm making an executive decision...

Pathogen (quirk inside Anton Nosoi)-voiced by Jeff Goldblum

Thank you all so much! Keep revieiwing and give me anything you want to share! Story ideas, fan art, suggestions, criticisms, insults and injuries are greatly appreciated (as long as I have a healing hero nearby at least).

Thank you. See you soon!