TRANSFER

Bakugo grinned as he stepped into the 1-A classroom. Not a sign of the robot anywhere amid all the extras. The mood in the room felt tense, and rumors of what hardships lay ahead flew around the room. After all, if the entrance exam had armies of robots, surely everything that came after had to be much worse.

"Dude, Baku-bro!" Kirishima called out. "Pull up a seat! What do you think they'll have us do first? Bench-press cars? Stop a train with our bare hands? Launch us off a spring platform into a forest full of giant shadow monsters hungry for human flesh?"

Mineta, in the next seat over, shivered violently and prayed to every female deity known to man for his salvation.

Bakugo slapped his hands together, popping a small explosion between his fingers. "Who cares? I can handle whatever they throw at me!"

Kirishima wept manly tears at his words. "So manly! I knew you were the coolest ever!"

"We are all the coolest ever!" Monoma shouted from another desk, "For we are all 1-A! We'll show those 1-B idiots that we are the supreme class in this institution!"

A yellow beanbag crawled on the floor like a caterpillar. As the class stared at it in confusion, it opened, revealing an exhausted face with bloodshot eyes and a dark five-o-clock shadow.

"Eight seconds. Next time, don't waste any of my time."

"Eight seconds for what?" Jirou asked.

"Don't ask stupid questions either," Aizawa snapped. He pulled gym outfits out of his sleeping bag. "Now, put these on and go outside."

Mina picked one up with a disgusted expression. "I hope you washed that sleeping bag dude."

As Aizawa's eye twitched, an explosion rocked the school. Half the classroom leapt under their desks, alert for any sign of danger. Bakugo and Kirishima stood, both grinning at the prospect of danger.

A muffled scraping sound came from the hallway. Jirou was the first to clap her hands over her ears, but as the sound grew louder, the rest of the class followed suit.

"Stay here," Aizawa said. "I'll investigate."

As Aizawa approached the door, it slammed open. Vlad King, with his yellow visor cracked, his red hero suit charred and still burning on one shoulder, his face blacked with soot, and all the hair on his head scorched off, stomped into the room, dragging Deku behind him. Heat curled from the arm still molded into a plasma cannon. He tossed Deku into a chair and said, "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo…"

Vlad King pointed to each student, stopping just before the last syllable with his hand pointing at Deku. The teacher swallowed a grimace, pointed at Monoma, and grabbed him by the collar. As Momona was dragged from the room, he shouted back, "1-B is better than you losers!"

Aizawa glared at the new arrival and said, "I knew I shouldn't have given him that free transfer."

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So, this is a day late because I had a rough night at work last night and had zero brainpower left for anything. All it takes is one little piece of wood in the wrong place to make my job absolute chaos.