The whole class turned their heads upon hearing the voice, and a question crossed almost everyone's mind.
'Who is this man?!'
"It took four seconds for everyone to quiet down," the man said, standing up and unzipping the sleeping bag. "Time is limited. And you are not very rational."
"I'm Aizawa Shouta, the one in charge of this class. Nice to meet you," Aizawa continued in a tired voice.
'This guy is our teacher?!' Everyone thought at the same time.
"It may seem sudden, but everyone put this on and go to the courtyard," Aizawa said, placing his hand inside the sleeping bag and pulling out a blue uniform with white lines. "I'll be waiting."
"Aizawa..." Bakugo muttered, watching the man leave the classroom, dragging his sleeping bag as if it were an essential part of his uniform.
"I can't believe this is our teacher!" Kirishima exclaimed, to the right of Bakugo, with an expression that wavered between disbelief and fascination.
"Well, I was expecting someone more... presentable," Momo commented in a polite tone, adjusting her hair while casting a doubtful glance at the door.
"That guy is anything but presentable," Kyoka said from behind Momo, waving her hand in an exaggerated gesture.
"I agree," Kaminari, sitting at the desk behind Bakugo, joined the conversation. "For a minute, I thought he was a villain. I mean, who else shows up somewhere like that?"
Bakugo resisted the urge to yell at everyone to shut up, instead focusing on the girl bothering the boy sitting in front of him.
"Ne, can I sit here?" Uraraka asked Koda with a smile.
The boy froze, looking petrified that someone was talking to him.
"Pretty please?" She insisted, tilting her head slightly.
Koda couldn't take it anymore and quickly nodded his head.
"Thanks!"
Bakugo ran a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes. 'Poor guy...' Swallowing a long sigh, he stood up. "We better go. That guy doesn't seem like the most patient type."
Momo was the first to follow him. "I agree. It wouldn't be wise to keep our sensei waiting."
"Everyone!" Iida positioned himself in front of the class, his hands moving as if directing traffic. "Please exit in a coordinated and disciplined manner! We need to demonstrate organization and respect!"
Bakugo just rolled his eyes, letting out a "Tsk" before walking straight ahead, completely ignoring Iida's plea and Midoriya's shocked expression. Momo, Uraraka, and Kirishima followed closely behind.
"That guy is... pretty energetic," Uraraka murmured.
"Well, at least he's trying to keep things organized. That's an important quality," Momo said in an understanding tone. She then turned to Uraraka and extended her hand with a polite smile. "I don't think we've introduced ourselves yet. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo."
"Ah!" Uraraka quickly shook Momo's hand, returning the smile. "Uraraka Ochako. Nice to meet you!"
Kirishima took the opportunity to join the conversation. "Kirishima Eijiro. And that guy over there" he pointed at Bakugo, who was walking a few steps ahead "is Bakugo... but you already knew that, right?"
Uraraka let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, we took the exam together. He was... pretty memorable."
"Ohhh, that makes sense," Kirishima said before asking, "Tell me, how impressive was he? Did he really destroy the zero pointer with a single hit?"
Bakugo partially turned, shooting a sharp glare at the group. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here!"
"Hehe, sorry, man," Kirishima replied with an embarrassed smile and quickened his pace to walk beside Bakugo.
"And if you have something to ask, just ask!"
"Got it!"
Meanwhile, further back, Momo tilted her head toward Uraraka. "Hmm... Uraraka-san, do you know why Kirishima-san seems so curious about Bakugo's performance?"
Uraraka, who had been watching the boys' interaction, blinked in surprise at the question. "What? You don't know?" She asked, her incredulous tone suggesting that Momo must have been living in another reality.
"No?"
"Bakugo-kun broke Endeavor's record."
"Seriously!?"
Finishing putting on his P.E. uniform, Bakugo cast a quick, discreet glance at the other students, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. 'Good... everything worked out. Class 1-A is the same as in the original timeline'
Based on that, Bakugo concluded that Nezu had formed the classes by considering quirks and personalities rather than ranking in the exam.
'Now... why are these two staring at me like that?' He wondered, feeling Todoroki's sharp gaze and Midoriya's suspicious look.
"-Hello! I am Iida Tenya. We were in the same battle center dur—"
Shifting his focus away from the two, Bakugo turned to Iida, who had approached him. "I know, I remember you," he said, cutting off the glasses-wearing boy.
Iida froze for a second, not expecting to be interrupted. "I see. I just wanted to say it's a pleasure to be in the same class as someone so strong." He bowed in a rigid motion. "I hope we can work together to become great heroes in the future!"
"Huh..." Bakugo felt like he was reaching his limit of self-control. "Sure, whatever you say."
Iida lifted his head after Bakugo's response, completely ignoring the visibly disinterested tone. "Excellent, Bakugo-kun!"
'I need a moment of silence,' Bakugo thought, walking out of the locker room.
"He said test?" Kaminari repeated, his face losing all color.
"I thought it was just going to be an exercise..." Uraraka murmured, feeling a knot in her stomach.
Iida raised his hand. "Sensei! What about the entrance ceremony!?"
"If you want to be heroes, you won't have time for ceremonies," Aizawa replied without even looking at Iida. "The highlight of U.A. is its school traditions. That's also how teachers manage their classes." He explained, turning to the students.
"You guys have been doing this since elementary school, right?" Aizawa raised his phone, showing a series of physical test results. "Physical tests where you can't use your quirks. The country still uses the average results of students who don't use quirks. It's not rational at all. The Ministry of Education is outdated."
'It's so boring having to hear all this again...'
"Bakugo."
"Hm?"
"At your previous school, how far could you throw a softball?"
"67 meters."
"Then, try it using your quirk." Aizawa tossed the softball to Bakugo, who caught it in midair.
"Good luck," Uraraka whispered as he passed by her.
'Tsk... Thanks, I guess,' Bakugo thought, shrugging as he walked toward the circle Aizawa indicated.
"Do it however you want, but stay inside the circle," Aizawa instructed, his eyes slightly wider, carefully observing the boy's every move. "Oh, and use your full strength."
'Not yet, Aizawa,' Bakugo thought, adjusting the ball in his hand. 'But I'll use this moment to show everyone.'
He raised his arm, bringing the ball behind his body. 'Watch me.'
The moment his arm began moving forward, Bakugo coated the ball with a layer of explosive sweat, adding a thin film of regular sweat to prevent it from detonating too soon. 'See how far I've come.'
As the motion reached its peak, Bakugo hurled the ball forward with a powerful explosion, incorporating a bit of his Cluster technique. 'Feel inferior.'
BOOOOOMMM!
The resulting shockwave lifted a curtain of dust and pushed back the students' hair and uniforms, leaving everyone stunned.
The ball shot through the air at high speed, quickly vanishing into the horizon. Bakugo kept his arm extended, eyes locked on the point where the ball had disappeared.
'And then, feel obligated to grow stronger.'
After a few seconds, he murmured, "Explode."
As if obeying his will, a series of smaller explosions occurred around the ball, propelling it even farther.
A minute later, Aizawa looked at the measuring device in his hand, which emitted a soft beep as it processed the data. He turned the screen toward the class, revealing the result: 5,042.3 meters.
For a few moments, the field was completely silent—some in awe, others intimidated.
"This is insane," Ojiro said, breaking the silence. "How am I supposed to compete with that?"
"Five thousand meters!" Sero exclaimed, pointing at Bakugo. "Dude, are you like a human missile or something?"
"That was super cool, Bakugo!" Kirishima shouted, excited by the display.