As the lunch period ended, everyone in Class 1-A returned to their classroom. Noikari was the last one to return, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He entered the classroom and noticed that all eyes were on him for a brief moment before returning to their tasks. As Noikari settled into a seat in between Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being under scrutiny, specifically from one particular person.

Bakugo.

The explosive blonde was deep in thought as he observed the child from a distance, trying to unravel the mystery that was Noikari. It just didn't make sense. Why would Aizawa let someone so young join their class? And more importantly, where did he come from? One way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of this.

Pushing himself off of the wall, Bakugo walked over to Noikari, who was unaware of his presence as he talked with Ashido and Kaminari. It wasn't until Bakugo slammed his arms onto Noikari's desk that Noikari jolted in surprise, his eyes widening as he turned to face Bakugo. The sudden interruption silenced the conversations nearby, and all attention focused on the explosive blonde and the bewildered child.

"H-hi, Bakugo," Noikari stuttered, his voice still trembling with nervousness. He mustered the courage to meet Bakugo's gaze, trying his best not to show any fear. "W-what's up?" Ignoring the question, Bakugo decided to ask one of his own.

"What's your game, kid?"

Noikari tilted his head, confusion evident in his eyes. He wasn't sure how to respond to Bakugo's question. The sudden intensity of the situation caught him off guard, and he struggled to find the right words.

"What are you talking about?"

Sensing that the situation could possibly escalate, Shoto looked at the boy curiously. "Is everything okay, Bakugo?"

Bakugo scoffed in annoyance before yelling, "You're asking me?! Are you crazy?!"

Shoto frowned, "Sorry, but I'm clueless when it comes to your mood swings."

Bakugo scowled before asking Shoto. "So, what do you think 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 happened?"

Everyone else gave Bakugo perplexed looks, confused by his sudden question.

"I'm. . . not sure what you're talking about."

Bakugo rubbed his fingers across his forehead in irritation before continuing, "I mean with this little runt," the hot-headed teen emphasized while pointing a finger at Noikari. "Aizawa told that there was some incident with a villain last night, but that doesn't explain why that kid's here." Bakugo's voice only got louder as he continued his analysis.

"Not only that," he continued, "But if that kid was here last night, then why would Aizawa not return the brat to his parents? Whatever's going on, we haven't gotten the full story."

Noikari's eyes widened at Bakugo's words, his heart sinking with each passing second. He could feel the gazes of his classmates on him, the weight of their curiosity and uncertainty bearing down on him. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone awaited Noikari's response.

Noikari took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He knew he couldn't avoid the questions any longer. The truth needed to be revealed, not only for his classmates but also for himself. With a calm determination, Noikari stood up from his seat and walked to the window that overlooked the city of Musutafu. The morning sunbathed the city in warm light, and the bustling streets below were filled with people going about their daily lives. Noikari took a moment to collect his thoughts, gazing out at the city he was now a part of, a city he hoped to protect as a hero. His back still turned away from the group, Noikari took a deep breath before finally speaking.

"Promise me you guys won't freak out?"

The room was filled with anticipation as Noikari's classmates exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by his serious tone.

"I already don't like the sound of this," remarked Kaminari, earning him apprehensive looks from Kyoka and Izuku. Seeing their gazes, the electric teen hastily continued."But! I promise I won't freak out," Kaminari added with a nervous chuckle. "We're all in this together, right?"

Noikari smiled faintly, grateful for their willingness to listen. He turned to face his classmates, his eyes reflecting mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

"I am not like you guys. I may look like a normal person with a quirk, but I'm not even really a person. I wasn't born, I was. . . created, in a lab. I was tortured beyond belief." The child pulled his shirt up and turned around, showing everyone the gaping scar that still ran down his collarbone. Several students including Momo covered their mouths in horror, and even Bakugo couldn't help but clench his fists in anger. Not at the boy, but at whoever did this. Sure, he didn't really like the kid yet, but no one should be made to suffer like that.

"Wh-why would someone do this?" Deku stammered.

Glancing down in sadness, Noikari finished his tale. "Because I was made for a single purpose, one that they hoped I would see till the end. It was my goal, my prime directive, my mission."

Slowly sitting back in his chair while tears formed in his eyes, he finally was able to finish his speech.

"My mission. . . was to kill all heroes."

It only took one look at the child to realize how much it tore him apart to have had such an evil purpose. The entire class fell silent, each trying to comprehend what they just heard.

Finally breaking out of shock, Yaoyorozu stepped forward.

"No, no, this isn't true, you can't-"

She was promptly cut off by Katsuki, who lightly pushed her out of the way before grabbing Noikari by the collar of his shirt and pulling him up to his feet. There was anger in Bakugo's eyes, but there was something else too—resolve.

"Listen, you little brat," Bakugo growled, "I don't know what kind of messed-up experiment they did on you, but that's in the past now. You're not some mindless tool anymore. You wanna be a hero? Start acting like it!"

Noikari's heart pounded in his chest as Bakugo's grip tightened on his collar. He could feel the intensity of Bakugo's words, and it shook him to the core. But there was also something else there, something that gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Y-yeah," Noikari managed to stammer, his voice shaking but determined. "I want to be a hero. I want to protect people, not hurt them." Bakugo's grip loosened slightly, and he gave a nod of approval. After a moment, he dropped Noikari back into his seat, his expression softening just a bit.

"Good," Bakugo said, his voice still gruff but with a hint of reassurance. "Then prove it."

Everyone gathered was stunned into silence, their mouths hung open as if they had seen a ghost. Here was Bakugo, the most explosive and confrontational member of Class 1-A, showing a surprising moment of empathy and understanding. It felt like they weren't even talking to the same person anymore. It felt. . wrong.

"Thank you," Noikari replied quietly. He was thankful that the people surrounding him cared enough to make him feel more comfortable.

"Whatever." he muttered.

"Hey, kid." said Shoto with slight hesitation as he approached the boy.

Noikari looked up from the ground as he glanced at Shoto, waiting for him to continue.

"That was brave of you. You didn't have to tell us all that, but you did because you were worried for us. Thanks."

Noikari gave Shoto another soft smile before speaking up once again.

"Thank you too."

With that said, Noikari walked towards his desk and plopped himself down, letting out a huge yawn. The exhaustion and tiredness were evident on his face.

Momo and the others watched as Noikari slumped further into his seat until his head hit his desk.

Bakugo chuckled softly before walking away, mumbling under his breath as he went.

"Idiot..."