My Hero Academia: Lion of Courage
Chapter 11: Cost of Recklessness
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. All rights go to Kohei Horikoshi.
Ojiro, Sato and Aoyama were sent to Recovery Girl's office due to the injuries they sustained during Combat Training while everyone else returned to Class 1-A's homeroom. Everyone talked about their matches and discussed how they could improve until Eraser Head came back from his meeting. Two students, Bakugo and Todoroki, didn't join in the conversations, believing them a waste of time.
"Yeah, taking that into consideration, it might've been better to create both a ranged and a close combat weapon," Takeo told Momo as they sat with Yukine, Kiyama and Shiruku. "But then again, we didn't have a grasp on Zankoku's abilities. Man, he really was fast. I could hardly keep up with him speed-wise."
"You're not giving yourself enough credit, Raionhato," Shiruku stated. "He couldn't penetrate your defense. That's why he had to give up on trying to defeat you. Who taught you how to fight?"
Three people throughout his life taught him how to fight: his mother, his deceased mentor, Forge…and his father. Takeo had no problem speaking about his mother and Forge, but his father was a very sore topic for him. He preferred to avoid it when he could.
"My mother taught me martial arts and a former Pro Hero named Forge taught me about weaponry," Takeo answered. "I already told Ojiro, Sato and Kiyama, I don't really have a raw power Quirk like Todoroki or Midoriya, so I had to compensate."
"Well, they certainly trained you well," Yaoyorozu complimented.
"And what about me?" Shiruku flirted. "I mean, I did almost get the weapon from Tokoyami-"
"ALMOSSSSST," Kiyama stated. "I got the weapon becaussssse you were too busssssy thinking about our female classssssmates."
Already, the girls in Class 1-A were expressing dismay towards the flirtatious Web Quirk user. He had already tried flirting with all of them and was shot down by all of them, excluding Kiyama, which hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Say, Shiruku," Yukine addressed. "How come you haven't flirted with Kiyama? I mean, she did win the match for you against Tokoyami and Hagakure."
"It is true," Tokoyami agreed as he overheard the comment. "Your lust for our female classmates cost you the match. It was Kiyama who won while you were burdened by the darkness of your incorrigible desire."
"Pretty much what he said," Takeo agreed. Shiruku chuckled and raised his shoulders.
"It's not my fault our female classmates are so hot. I mean, who wouldn't want to flirt with them?" Before he could say another word, a pile of snow fell on Shiruku and he was buried beneath it. Yukine smirked with her hand raised, having created the snow and dropped it on Shiruku.
"Wow, you were fast!" Mina Ashido stated to Shin Zankoku as they sat with Hagakure and Kaminari. "I mean, wow! Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"Well, Ashido, where I grew up, I had to do what I needed to stay alive," Zankoku answered. "Fighting had to be one of them. But you're not bad yourself, beautiful. You definitely know how to use your Quirk creatively."
"So how did you get in on recommendation?" Ashido asked Zankoku. "No offense, but I don't think you're the son of a Pro Hero." Zankoku chuckled.
"I'm not. I'm just a lowly street rat." He then proceeded to explain how he got in on recommendation.
Shin Zankoku was sitting on the roof of a building in his neighborhood, watching a rather uneventful afternoon. He was eating some sushi he had gotten and wondered how to go about the day as he sat with several of his friends.
"So, Shin," one of them asked. "Any plans?"
"Not sure," Shin replied. "We're good on everything-"
A loud crashing sound was heard in the distance. Shin put the sushi down and leapt off the building to see what was going on. His speed allowed him to get him there quickly, but as soon as he did, he dodged a car that was sent flying and crashed into a building.
"Holy shit!" he gasped. The cause of the flying car was a large, muscular villain that looked like a monster from under the bed instead of a human. He let out a deafening bestial roar and charged forward as he went on a rampage throughout the neighborhood.
"So it's not just another robbery," Shin snarked as he followed the villain.
The monstrous villain rampaged through the streets, knocking cars and anything out of its way. Normally, people would pray for Pro Heroes to arrive and stop the villain, but in Zankoku's home, that wasn't so.
Where Zankoku grew up, Pro Heroes didn't bother with the place for one simple reason: there was nothing to gain. No PR, no money, no attraction, so Zankoku's neighborhood had been left to fend for themselves as they always had.
To their shock, the villain was slammed into the ground by an explosion. Everyone looked in the direction opposite of where the villain had been attacked and saw a costumed Pro Hero standing far from him with a bright yellow ball of energy.
"NOW the Pro Heroes decide to do something," Shin snarked cynically. "And by that, I mean just ONE."
The monstrous villain got back onto his feet and let out a feral roar before charging at the Pro Hero. The Pro then threw the bright yellow ball at the villain, exploding on impact on his head and knocking him back. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to subdue the villain as he got up and charged at the Pro again.
After a full minute of fighting, the villain got the upper hand and slammed the Pro Hero into the ground, growling viciously as he prepared to claw him apart. Suddenly, the villain let out an annoyed growl: he had been cut by Shin Zankoku on his arm, so he left the Pro and started towards the scorpion.
The villain suddenly felt his body shutting down, unable to move. He kept trying and trying to move, but his body ultimately betrayed him and he fell to the ground. Zankoku smirked as he raised his arm with the stringer protracted.
"Good to know the paralysis poison worked," he spoke.
The Pro Hero expressed immense gratitude towards Zankoku for helping to defeat the villain, despite having broken the law by being an unlicensed hero and fighting a villain without superior permission. Luckily, the Pro Hero waved it aside and decided to repay Zankoku by offering to help him get into U.A. on recommendation. Zankoku reluctantly accepted the offer and was told to wait a week for a phone call.
After a week, Shin Zankoku did indeed get an unexpected call.
"Man, you got lucky," Kaminari told Zankoku. "Most people would've been arrested if they had done what you had."
"Why?" Ashido asked with a raised eyebrow and confused expression.
"Because 1. I was unlicensed," Zankoku explained. "And 2. I fought a villain without permission from a licensed Pro Hero. Doing so under normal circumstances could get you arrested."
Luckily, as the Pro Hero promised, Zankoku was able to enroll in U.A. through recommendations. Like the Entrance Exam, only a select number of recommendation students would get in out of dozens; only the top 4 would get in. However, there was a change this year and six were allowed to get in.
"I wonder why they let in six rather than four," Kaminari brought up again. Shin already had his suspicions, but kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't ruin this moment of friendship with the others.
Bakugo sat alone by himself, a mix of anger, confusion and shock wrestling in his head. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Midoriya had acquired a Quirk, which should be impossible. Bakugo had done the research and there was no proof or evidence of Quirks manifesting after the age of five. How was this possible?
After his match with Midoriya, everyone avoided him like he was infected with the plague. There was no praise, no compliments, nothing of the sort that he'd normally get whenever he achieved something. But that wasn't the most frustrating part; the most frustrating came from watching the other students' matches.
Every one of them was shown to be strong and intelligent, especially Ponytail Girl, IcyHot, Crap Stinger and Kitty Boy. For so long, Bakugo believed himself a prodigy compared to everyone else. He felt he alone deserved to be at U.A., that he alone deserved that privilege for being so great at being what he was. He simply believed himself the best, but now…now he couldn't say that.
The one who concerned him most was IcyHot. Bakugo saw him use his ice to freeze the entire building his opponents were in, all but assuring victory for himself and his teammate. He defeated them without breaking a sweat and simply walked up to the weapon with no resistance or anything to stop him. His Quirk was amazing, powerful, and strong, so much so that the other students were already considering him Class 1-A's strongest student.
He hated this. He hated that someone other than him was being called the strongest. He hated that someone else, especially Deku, was praised for his actions and personality while he was left disliked by his classmates.
"Alright, everyone," Aizawa spoke after getting back into the classroom. "Get back to your seats."
During class, Midoriya came back as Recovery Girl and Sunhealer had healed his injuries. Almost immediately, several of his classmates approached him and praised him for his actions during the Combat Training. Yaoyorozu, who was sitting in the back corner of the room, shook her head and expressed annoyance.
Why was Midoriya being complimented? He constantly showed himself to struggle with controlling his Quirk, so much so that every time he used it, he crippled himself. While Bakugo's actions during the Combat Training were indeed horrendous, Midoriya wasn't innocent either as his last attack could've severely injured Iida, Bakugo and Uraraka. In honesty, she didn't believe Midoriya would last long in the Hero Course.
On the other hand, Bakugo was furious at the praise and compliments Deku was receiving. Those compliments should be directed towards him, not the insect who barely won against him. He should be receiving that praise, not Deku. He was about to shout for his classmates to stop, but he himself was halted when Aizawa demanded the students return to their seats.
"Do you know why I had the two of you stay behind after class today?" Aizawa asked Bakugo and Midoriya after class had been concluded and the other students had left.
"Is it about our match earlier?" Bakugo questioned. It was no secret to either of them that the teachers heavily disapproved of their sparring match as they endangered themselves as well as their teammates. They knew that Aizawa would scold them for what they did, but both of them were afraid it could result in expulsion.
Deep down, Bakugo wanted to blame it all on Deku. He wanted his opponent to use his Quirk on him so it could feel like a true victory and truly measure his strength against Deku's. But Deku kept on running and choosing not to use his Quirk; had he just done so, none of this would've happened. But Bakugo knew he couldn't just say it was all Deku's fault as it'd show a complete lack of responsibility and he was already on bad terms with Aizawa.
"Before I decide what to do, I want to hear from both of you," Aizawa started. "Bakugo."
"Yeah?" he replied rather rudely, earning him a glare from his teacher.
"First off, you will respond with 'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir'. Understood?" Bakugo let out a quiet growl, but reluctantly complied by grumbling 'Yes, sir.' Aizawa himself let out a quiet sigh of annoyance at Bakugo.
"Did you hear All Might when he warned you that attack could've killed Midoriya?"
"Yes," Bakugo confirmed.
"Then why did you ignore him?" Aizawa questioned. Bakugo turned his attention and glared at Deku. He sorely wanted to blame it all on him, but he reluctantly repressed the urge to do so.
"Deku over here wouldn't use his Quirk on me," he started. "I kept trying to get him to do so, but instead, he ran like a coward. I decided enough was enough, so I used one of my gauntlets on him."
"Don't you realize how irresponsible and stupid that was?" Aizawa scolded. "If Midoriya hadn't dodged in time, you could've killed him AND your classmates. That blast was powerful enough to cause the building to collapse and if it had, it could've resulted in fatalities. What possessed you to blatantly ignore All Might's warning and go through with that reckless attack?"
Bakugo could see the visible anger and disappointment on his teacher's face, but he couldn't give an answer. There was ultimately no justifiable reason for what he did; he was aware that attack could've killed Midoriya, but he ignored All Might's warning and did it anyway out of anger and pride.
"I wasn't trying to kill him," Bakugo claimed. "I was just trying to scare him into using his Quirk."
"Well, the next time a teacher tells you that an attack could kill someone, DON'T go through with the attack. I expect my students to give it their all in training, but you went too far, Bakugo."
"Fine," Bakugo responded, but clearly Aizawa wasn't pleased.
"What did I say before?" A grumbled 'Yes, sir' came out of Bakugo's mouth. Aizawa still wasn't satisfied with Bakugo's disrespect, but considering what he had learned about him, he wasn't surprised. He'd clearly need to lay down the law with Bakugo.
"Midoriya," he addressed.
"Yes, sir?" Midoriya replied.
"Why didn't you use your Quirk during the match?"
Midoriya knew why: he couldn't use it without severely hurting himself. He had to save it until it was absolutely necessary to use it. He hoped he wouldn't have to, but Bakugo's ruthlessness forced his hand to end the match. However, it yet again made him look like he couldn't control his power, which Aizawa had scolded him for the previous day.
"Mr. Aizawa, it's…I…"
"Are you saying you can't control your Quirk?" Aizawa questioned. "Because that's what it's shaping up to sound like."
"N-no, sir!" Midoriya hastily responded. "I just…" His words kept failing as he knew Aizawa was partially right. Midoriya couldn't use his Quirk without injuring himself and his reasons for why he didn't were falling flat. Aizawa quickly grew irritated with Midoriya's inability to answer his question.
"I told you that your inability to control your Quirk makes you a liability," he stated. "You're just as responsible for endangering everyone during the match. If you had hit Bakugo with that final attack, you could've blown him apart. If Uraraka and Iida had been caught in that blast, they would've been killed."
"Mr. Aizawa, that wasn't what I meant-" Aizawa held up his hand, cutting off Midoriya's sentence.
"This was combat training, not a fight to the death. You both endangered yourselves and your teammates for the sake of a petty grudge match."
Bakugo and Midoriya were both silent in response of Aizawa's rightful criticism. Both of them recklessly used attacks that could've caused the building to collapse and endanger their teammates. Both of them could've been responsible for fatalities had things gone even worse. Midoriya's lack of control over his Quirk and Bakugo's ferocious temper both contributed to the training turned potentially lethal.
"Do you know what would've happened if you had killed anyone?" Aizawa questioned, to which neither boy knew the answer.
"If you were responsible for a fatality during training, you would've been either expelled or arrested, depending on the circumstances. Being responsible for a fatality would brand you as either being too violent or unable to control your Quirk. Considering what we're training you for, injuries are inevitable, whether it's just a small cut or every bone in your body being broken. But if you're responsible for a fatality, especially an intentional one, your chances of becoming a Pro Hero would be gone."
Now Midoriya and Bakugo fully understood the depth of their reckless decisions and silently gave thanks that no one was killed. If either of them had killed anyone, then as Aizawa said, their chances of becoming Pro Heroes would be gone. Their careers would be over before they even began.
"This warrants expulsion for both of you, but what happened today falls not only on you. All Might should've stopped the match when it was getting overly violent, so blame also falls on him for allowing you two to get as reckless as you did. For that reason, I've decided not to expel you both...for now. However, that doesn't mean I'll just forgive and forget this." He then turned to Bakugo with a stern expression.
"Bakugo, if you thought you could come into my classroom and act the way you did at Aldera Junior High, you are sorely mistaken. You will keep your temper under control and you will not disobey your teachers like that again. Whenever one of our teachers tells you to do something, you will not reply with 'Don't tell me what to do'; your ego does not outweigh our authority. Continue this unacceptable behavior, pull another stunt like you did today and you're gone because I can expel you with justifiable cause. Understood?"
Bakugo almost couldn't comprehend what he just heard. Was he truly in danger of being expelled from U.A.? All the effort, all the training, all the hard work, everything he did to earn his way into U.A….all of it would be for nothing. He realized from today that he still had a long ways to go, but being expelled was something he couldn't accept.
"…Yes, sir," he grumbled. Aizawa then turned his attention to Midoriya.
"I'm going to ask you this once and I expect an honest answer," he questioned. "Can you control your Quirk? Yes or no?"
Midoriya was unsure of how to answer. If he was perfectly honest and replied 'No', then without a doubt, Aizawa would expel him from U.A. All his training with All Might would be for nothing. Ten of the hardest months of his life would've been wasted in pursuit of a dream he ultimately failed to attain.
On the other hand, if he said 'Yes', then he'd feel like he was lying. He couldn't use One For All in a way that didn't cripple himself. If he continued using his Quirk the way he was, Aizawa could see him as a liar and do worse than expel him.
"Midoriya," Aizawa sternly addressed. "If you do not assure me now that you can control your Quirk, then do not expect to stay at U.A. for long." Motivated by impulse and fear, Midoriya quickly answered 'Yes!' A few moments of silence filled the room before Aizawa softened his gaze and tone towards the two boys.
"I will hold you to that," he spoke. "By the end of the week, I want a five-page essay from each of you, front and back, about why what you did was irresponsible and reckless and how you will correct those mistakes. If I find it unsatisfactory, you'll write it again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Midoriya solemnly answered.
"…Yes, sir," Bakugo grumbled.
"Good," Aizawa replied. "You can go."
Both Midoriya and Bakugo left the room, their minds filled with what Aizawa said. If they weren't on his radar before, they were now.
Midoriya was left scared at his current situation. He had to improve using One For All, especially since he had just assured Aizawa that he could control his Quirk and wouldn't forget it anytime soon. If his words were just words rather than action, then there was no doubt in his mind that Aizawa would kick him out of U.A. and potentially denounce him as a student who gave empty promises.
On the other hand, Bakugo was furious. In his eyes, why should his attitude be a problem? He had proven himself strong, smart, and an excellent combatant; to him, that should be more than enough to secure his place in the Hero Course. Why should it matter if he had a temper, if he was arrogant and egotistical? He had the means to back it up, unlike others.
They unconsciously walked together for a short while before Midoriya broke away from Bakugo by going down the stairs. Bakugo caught sight of him walking away and he couldn't contain his anger any longer.
"This was all your fault, Shitty Deku!" Bakugo barked angrily.
"Huh!?" Midoriya gasped at Bakugo's sudden outburst.
"If you had just used your Quirk on me instead of running, none of this would've happened!" Bakugo continued. "You…you just had to humiliate me, didn't you!?"
"Kacchan, that's not it!" Deku claimed, but Bakugo would hear none of it. He looked ready to attack Midoriya out of pure rage, creating several explosions with his hands until another voice spoke up.
"Stand down, Bakugo," Sunstorm demanded as he approached them. "Just because you're angry at Midoriya doesn't mean you get to blame the whole thing on him. Take some responsibility yourself instead of looking for someone to blame."
"Who the hell are you?" Bakugo questioned, earning a visibly frustrated expression from the adult.
"I am Sunstorm, or Mr. Kataiya, U.A.'s Science Teacher. And you will not speak to me with such disrespect. Now leave."
"Stay out of-"
"Leave or I will inform Eraser Head that you were going to attack Midoriya," Sunstorm demanded.
It certainly looked like Bakugo was going to attack Midoriya, but that wasn't his intention. All Bakugo wanted was the truth behind Deku's Quirk, how he acquired it. He had hoped to learn now, but Sunstorm intervened and threatened to inform Eraser Head of misbehavior if he didn't leave.
"Fine," he reluctantly obeyed. He glared at Midoriya with immense hatred.
"I will find the truth," he growled before leaving. Sunstorm then walked down the stairs to Midoriya.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Midoriya assured. "Thank you. With…with all due respect sir, I don't think Kacchan was going to attack me."
"Well, it certainly looked that way," Sunstorm replied. "Have a good day." He then left Midoriya alone.
He knew Kacchan all too well; he'd stubbornly dig deeper and deeper until he learned the truth behind Midoriya's Quirk. Kacchan was convinced that his childhood friend had been lying to him those whole time to make him look like a fool.
On impulse, Midoriya ran towards Bakugo, intending to tell him what he could say about how he obtained his Quirk.
Takeo walked through U.A. to the infirmary to see how Ojiro and Sato were due to the frostbite and torn muscle. The injuries weren't too severe, but Ojiro was left unable to walk and Sato was unable to use his arm. When he wasn't thinking of his friends, he was either thinking of the beautiful and intelligent Momo Yaoyorozu or the feral and violent Bakugo.
Yaoyorozu had proven herself smart, capable and a great strategist, which Takeo admired. She appeared as a great fit for the Hero Course and while a lot of the others thought Todoroki was the best student, he dared to say that it was Yaoyorozu due to her leadership, strategical prowess and excellent team ethic. Todoroki was strong, but he kept rubbing Takeo the wrong way.
Raionhato didn't like how cold, arrogant and rather uninterested he seemed in everyone else. He didn't hate him, but he wouldn't say he was an admirer of the son of Endeavor. But something else also caught his attention.
The left half of Todoroki's outfit was covered in ice and he only used his ice powers during the match. He presumed that his left hand could generate fire as he used it to melt the ice afterwards and win the match, but what did he have to gain from limiting himself like that? Did Todoroki simply not want to use his fire? Was he trying to hide his status as Endeavor's son from everyone?
As for Bakugo, Raionhato saw him as nothing more than a violent, feral man. Ever since he came here, he had disrespected everyone while expecting to be praised blindly, disobeyed All Might during the training which could've gotten Midoriya killed, and showed no remorse for any of his actions. Raionhato hoped that Eraser Head would expel him after showing how remorselessly violent he was.
As soon as Takeo turned the corner, he ran into a very familiar face, one that was immediately filled with disgust and contempt the moment they locked eyes.
"What the hell are you still doing here at U.A.?" Kaze questioned hostilely.
"I don't see how any of that is your business," Takeo responded. "I'm here because I earned my place just as you did."
"This is a place for heroes, not filthy cowards like you," Kaze insulted. "What makes you think you even belong here?" The two glared at each other.
"I didn't train for years just so I could quit U.A. on the second day. Now leave me alone." He then started to walk past Kaze Yonaka, but the Shadow Flash Quirk user wouldn't let his former friend have the last word.
"If Anzu knew what you did-"
"Do NOT bring Anzu into this!" Takeo roared. "How dare you use her memory like that!" He then walked off, cursing Kaze under his breath as he made his way to the infirmary to check on his friends.
When it hit Kaze what he just did, he sighed in annoyance at himself and shook his head. In anger, he had used Anzu's memory to try and insult Raionhato. Words couldn't describe how foolish he had just acted nor the regret he felt for behaving so angrily.
"Would you be willing go out with me?" a General Studies student asked Yukine in the U.A. Courtyard. She smiled mischievously.
"Maybe~" she responded. "What did you have in mind?"
"I know this great movie that's playing tomorrow night," the male student replied. "Does that sound good?" Yukine's smile quickly turned into a puppy-like pout.
"Just a movie?" she playfully whined. "Am I not worth dinner too?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah," the student stuttered. "Dinner too."
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Yukine replied. The male student then left with a big smile on his face while the Snowstorm Quirk user started on her way out of the school. As she exited, a black limousine drove up and the window rolled down to show a butler at the wheel. Yukine's smile quickly died at the sight of her family's vehicle.
"Ms. Kuraokami," he addressed. "Are you ready to go home?"
"I'll walk home," Yukine rebuffed as she started walking. "Besides, I have a shift tonight at Best Jeanist Trope Fit tonight." As she walked away, the limo driver slowly drove next to her.
"Ms. Kuraokami, your parents would disapprove of you working somewhere not of your status," he brought up, much to Yukine's annoyance. "And who was that boy you were talking to?"
"I don't care and none of your business," Yukine refused to answer.
"Ms. Kuraokami, your parents wouldn't want you to associate with people not of your social status. You may have to marry for political reasons as it is your duty-"
Yukine stopped listening to him after bringing up marrying for political reasons. She hated it when her parents and their employees 'reminded' her of her 'duties' to the Kuraokami Family. It often translated to 'Act haughty, treat everyone like they're beneath you, and do whatever we say without question or complaint.'
While she was here at U.A., she didn't want to rely on her parents or anything they gave her. She had already made arrangements to live in a more modest hotel rather than the expensive suite her parents had given her. She would earn money through her part-time job at Best Jeanist Trope Fit rather than rely on her parents.
"Ms. Kuraokami, are you listening?" the limo driver asked.
"No, I've been ignoring you," she snarked, much to the driver's annoyance.
"Ms. Kuraokami," he addressed rather sternly. "You are the heiress to the Kuraokami Family. You have no right to disregard your heritage and you have no right to not want it. You have responsibilities and it is your duty-"
Yukine walked in front of the limo and breathed on the front glass. She then wrote on the foggy glass 'L-O-S-E-R' and then used her Quirk to fly off.
"What a tedious man," she groaned. After she lost him, she landed safely in front of Best Jeanist Trope Fit and prepared to do her shift.
In a shady and small bar, a slim man with blue hair, red eyes and black clothes sat on a stool. His arms, neck and face were covered by greying dead hands, though it was unknown if those hands were just for show…or if they were real.
The door to the bar was heard opening and inside walked a young woman, around the age of fourteen or fifteen. She had pure white hair with gray eyes, a black, jeweled circlet on her head, a black, glittering dress that reached beneath her knees, and black diamond high heel boots. Her lips were painted rose red, painted black eyeshadow on her face and wore long black diamond earrings.
"So it's true," the black-themed woman spoke. "All Might has taken a position as a U.A. Teacher."
"Indeed, he has," the blue-haired young man replied in a raspy voice. "Let's bring an end to the Symbol of Peace."
"Brother, now is not the time," the woman replied. "You really hope to kill All Might with a bunch of street thugs? When will you learn to stop being so shortsighted?"
"You think I should be afraid of students, Seika?" he responded. "They're children; they'll probably all be dead within minutes."
"HERO COURSE students," Seika brought up. "Tomura, underestimating your enemy is the worst thing you can ever do." Tomura rose from his seat and looked at Seika through his dead hand mask.
"All Might will die," he hissed.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Lion of Courage and I especially hope you liked the scene with Aizawa, Bakugo and Midoriya. Keep reading and writing, my fellow writers!