The next day, U.A.'s first-year students walked toward the school gates, their bodies still sore from yesterday's Battle Trials led by All Might. On top of that, the memory of the match between Midoriya and Bakugou remained fresh in every Class 1-A student's mind. The sheer destruction of the training ground had been impossible to miss, leaving everyone thinking about the terrifying magnitude of Bakugou's abilities alongside Midoriya's destructive punches.
As the students approached the entrance, they were interrupted by reporters from various media outlets gathered outside to chase a fresh story. Rumors about All Might teaching at U.A. had somehow leaked to the press. One reporter stopped Denki Kaminari and Kyouka Jiro in their tracks, asking for their thoughts on having the Symbol of Peace as a teacher.
The students answered with mixed opinions—some called his class easy, others called it hectic, though everyone agreed he was a good teacher. Another reporter cornered Midoriya and his newly formed friend group, shoving a microphone directly into Midoriya's face and turning him into a stuttering mess. Fortunately, Uraraka stepped in with solid answers, while Iida launched into a stiff, overly formal speech praising both All Might and U.A. until even the reporters grew bored.
Soon, a female reporter's eyes landed on a lone figure approaching the gates behind everyone else. It was Bakugou, walking lazily with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and absolute boredom written across his face.
As the reporter tried to rush toward him, Bakugou used a fraction of his telekinesis to gently push the crowd back, erecting an invisible psychic shield to block out their noise. The reporters stumbled back in shock, quickly realizing their camera lenses had been bent in different directions so they couldn't capture any footage of the students. Furious, one reporter chased after Bakugou—who had already slipped past the entrance—to reprimand him for using his powers in public. Before the reporter could step across the threshold, U.A.'s massive security barrier slammed shut on its own, making the journalist flinch back and curse the school's defenses.
As the gate sealed behind him, Midoriya and his two friends stared back at Bakugou. Iida immediately tried to scold Bakugou for his behavior toward the press, only for Bakugou to brush him off and tell him to shut up. Noticing Midoriya and Uraraka still watching him, Bakugou shot them a flat look.
"What are you looking at?"
Midoriya quickly turned away, muttering, "It's nothing," before hurrying toward Class 1-A. Uraraka frowned slightly, saying nothing as she and Iida followed after Midoriya. Left alone at the entrance, Bakugou simply shrugged to himself and walked toward the classroom.
Aizawa dead in the eye and said, "Whatever."
Aizawa's eyebrow twitched in dry annoyance as he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a quiet sigh before deciding to let it slide for now. Moving on to the main agenda, he addressed the class.
"Now, let's get down to homeroom business. Sorry about the sudden announcement, but today you'll be picking a class president."
Instantly, the classroom erupted into chaos. Hands shot into the air as nearly everyone volunteered at once, shouting over one another for votes—everyone except Bakugou, who leaned back in his chair with his eyes half-closed, completely uninterested in babysitting a room full of loud teenagers. When the votes were finally tallied, Midoriya ended up at the top with Momo Yaoyorozu right behind him.
Scanning the chalkboard, Bakugou noticed a single vote listed next to his own name. Instantly, he looked toward the seat right in front of him, where Itsuka Kendo was already glancing back with an amused grin.
"Are you out of your mind?" Bakugou muttered. "Why'd you vote for me?"
Kendo merely shrugged, her grin widening. "Just felt like it."
Before Midoriya could even finish stammering his way through his acceptance speech, however, his eyes darted briefly toward Bakugou's desk. Expecting a glare or an explosive outburst, Midoriya blinked in surprise when he saw Bakugou simply staring out the window, entirely unbothered. Midoriya swallowed hard, turned back toward the front of the room, and decided then and there to hand the class president title over to Iida—who had handled the morning crowd with far more authority.
Later that afternoon, Class 1-A boarded the charter bus headed toward the Unforeseen Simulation Joint for their rescue training exercise.
Thanks to Iida's seating chart—which had been immediately ignored—everyone sat wherever they pleased. Bakugou claimed a window seat near the back, resting an elbow against the glass surprisingly kendo come to sit beside him and glashed him a teasing smile which bakugo just scoffed off while Kirishima and Kaminari chatted loudly across the aisle.
"Man, if we're talking about flashy and powerful quirks, it's gotta be Todoroki and Bakugou," Kirishima said, grinning over at the blonde. "After seeing what you pulled off in that building yesterday, dude, nobody's gonna want to mess with you!"
Kaminari snickered, leaning over his seat. "Yeah, well, too bad his personality is like a brick wall. You barely say two words to anyone, man!"
Bakugou didn't even turn his head, his crimson eyes tracking the passing scenery outside. "I didn't come to U.A. to make small talk, Dunce Face. Keep your voice down before I give you a headache."
Kaminari yelped and ducked back into his seat while Kirishima laughed it off, completely unfazed. A few rows ahead, Tsuyu Asui turned toward Midoriya, tapping a finger against her chin.
"Midoriya, your quirk is a lot like All Might's, isn't it?" she asked bluntly.
Midoriya froze, panic flashing across his face as Kirishima chimed in to point out that All Might never hurt himself when he threw a punch. Several rows back, Bakugou's faint psychic awareness picked up the sudden spike in Midoriya's nervous energy. For a fraction of a second, Bakugou frowned slightly not out of anger, just mild annoyance at how easily the guy gave himself away before tuning the conversation out completely.
"We're almost there," Aizawa called out from the front of the bus, cutting the chatter short. "Stop messing around and get your heads straight."
Ahead through the windshield, the massive glass dome of the USJ came into view.
The charter bus rolled to a stop outside the massive, domed facility, and Class 1-A filed out in their hero costumes. Stepping through the main entrance, the students stared in awe at the sprawling interior—an entire indoor world divided into distinct disaster zones, complete with a shipwreck lake, a landslide cliff, a burning city, and a central plaza with a water fountain.
Waiting near the top of the wide staircase was the Space Hero, Thirteen, standing beside Aizawa in their puffy white rescue suit.
"Everyone, I have been waiting for you!" Thirteen greeted cheerfully, spreading their arms. "Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint—or USJ, for short!"
While the rest of the class cheered excitedly—especially Uraraka, who practically bounced on her heels—Bakugou stood near the back of the group with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His crimson eyes swept across the vast dome, though his expression remained flat and unimpressed. Beside him, Kendo rested a hand on her hip, glancing sideways at him with an amused smirk.
"Try not to look too thrilled, Bakugou," she teased quietly. "It's rescue training, not a nap."
"Shut it, Big Hands," Bakugou muttered back without looking at her. "I'm awake."
At the front of the group, Aizawa stepped closer to Thirteen, lowering his voice. "Thirteen, where's All Might? He was supposed to meet us here."
Thirteen held up three fingers discreetly. "It looks like he did too much hero work on his way to school and ran out of time. He's resting in the lounge right now."
Aizawa let out a tired sigh, muttering something under his breath about irrationality before turning back to the class. "Nothing we can do about it. Thirteen, take it away."
Thirteen nodded and began explaining the purpose of the facility—how quirks could easily kill if misused, and how today's lesson was meant to teach them how to save lives rather than take them. Halfway through the speech, however, the overhead spotlights suddenly flickered, sparking violently before cutting out completely.
At the exact same instant, Bakugou's eyes narrowed.
A cold, unnatural pressure washed across the back of his mind—like static electricity scraping against his psychic senses. Before anyone else even noticed the water fountain at the center of the plaza sputtering to a halt, Bakugou's head snapped down toward the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey," Bakugou said sharply, his lazy demeanor vanishing in a heartbeat. "Look at the fountain."
Before Aizawa could even finish turning around, a swirling mass of pitch-black mist erupted in the center of the plaza, expanding rapidly like tearing fabric. Out of the dark void stepped a pale, gaunt man covered in severed hands, followed closely by dozens of thuggish villains—and behind them, a towering, pitch-black monster with an exposed brain and a jagged beak.
"Huddle together and don't move!" Aizawa barked instantly, pulling his yellow goggles over his eyes as his capture scarf began to float. "Thirteen, protect the students!"
"Are those fake villains like the entrance exam?" Kirishima asked, squinting down at the plaza.
"Don't move!" Aizawa snapped, leaping straight down the staircase into the fray. "Those are real villains!"
The class froze in shock as Aizawa crashed into the plaza, effortlessly tossing thugs aside with his capture weapon and erasing their quirks with a single glare. While everyone scrambled backward toward the exit behind Thirteen, Bakugou didn't retreat—instead, a faint, translucent psychic ripple pulsed outward around his boots, ready to strike.
"Bakugou, get back!" Kendo called out, grabbing his shoulder as she turned toward the doors. "We need to evacuate!"
Before either of them could take another step, the black mist vanished from the plaza—and materialized directly in front of the exit, blocking their escape with glowing yellow eyes.
"Nice to meet you," the mist villain's deep, echoing voice boomed across the entrance. "We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us, but we have invited ourselves in to the home of the heroes, U.A. High School, in order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath."
" like hell you will " kendo shouted before she enlarge her fist and slammed both of them together because of this The shockwave tore through the air with a deafening crack, blasting a massive hole straight through the black fog as Kirishima takes this opportunity to jump on the fog villain but it didn't work only for a metallic brace around the villain's neck to gleam faintly through the smoke.
"How reckless," Kurogiri murmured, unharmed as his dark mist flared outward violently, enveloping the entire class in pitch-black shadows. "My job is to scatter you all... and torture you to death!"
With that, Kurogiri unleashed his quirk, sending waves of pitch-black mist surging outward to engulf nearly the entire class.
Thinking fast, Bakugou used a razor-sharp burst of telekinesis to tear a narrow gap through the dark fog—just wide enough for one person to slip through and reach the exit for backup. At the same time, he secretly anchored several classmates to the floor with invisible telekinetic pressure while letting a few others get swallowed by the warp gate. If everyone resisted at once, the mist villain would suspect an unseen force was interfering; by letting a small group scatter, the villain would assume a few students had simply slipped through his grasp, keeping him distracted long enough for someone to escape through the opening.
Glancing down toward the central plaza, Bakugou's crimson eyes locked onto the pale villain covered in severed hands—and the grotesque, towering creature beside him with an exposed brain and a bird-like beak. In that split second, Bakugou made up his mind. He needed to separate from the group if he was going to deal with that thing properly.
Up until now, his psychic barriers had kept the black mist completely off him. Deliberately, Bakugou dropped his shield and let the swirling shadows swallow him whole.
"Bakugou!" Kendo shouted in horror as he vanished into the dark void.
Seconds later, the mist surged again, pulling both Kendo and Kirishima into its depths before they could react. When the two of them finally opened their eyes, they found themselves stranded in the middle of a disaster zone, instantly surrounded by a mob of grinning villains.
Meanwhile, Bakugou drifted calmly downward through the air, landing silently in the middle of the Collapse Zone. Looking around the ruined, crumbling buildings, a slow smirk spread across his face. There were no classmates here—and better yet, no security cameras watching this section of the dome. He didn't have to hold back a single ounce of his power.
Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, Bakugou didn't waste a second. With a casual flick of his wrist, an overwhelming wave of telekinetic force slammed outward, crashing dozens of surrounding villains violently into one another and knocking every last one of them out cold before they could even draw a weapon.
Alone in the quiet rubble, Bakugou closed his eyes and expanded his psychic awareness across the entire USJ dome. Through his mental radar, he sensed his classmates scattered across the different zones, already holding their own against the ambushes.
Satisfied they could handle themselves, Bakugou lifted off the ground, hovering effortlessly in midair as a faint shimmer bent the light around his body, turning him completely invisible. Maintaining his stealth, he locked onto the heavy presence at the center of the facility—and teleported straight toward the main plaza where Aizawa was fighting alone.
"Stay sharp, Kendo!" Kirishima shouted, slamming his forearms together as his skin hardened into jagged, rock-like armor. "Looks like we're fighting our way out!"
"Right behind you!" Kendo answered, immediately shifting into combat stance as both of her hands swelled to massive proportions.
A gang of thugs lunged forward at once, swinging knives, bats, and quirk-enhanced limbs. Kirishima charged straight into the front line, taking a heavy metal pipe directly across his hardened shoulder without flinching before delivering a crushing right hook that sent the attacker flying into a parked car.
Beside him, Kendo moved with calm, practiced precision. She swept a giant palm across the asphalt like a battering ram, knocking four charging villains off their feet at once before catching a fifth mid-leap and tossing him straight into a pile of crates.
"Watch your left!" Kendo called out, swinging a massive hand overhead to block a barrage of sharpened stone projectiles aimed at Kirishima's blind spot. The rocks shattered harmlessly against her hardened, oversized knuckles.
"Thanks!" Kirishima grinned, pivoting smoothly to uppercut a villain trying to sneak beneath her guard. "Man, our quirks work awesome together!"
"Don't get cocky yet—more are coming!" Kendo warned, eyeing the remaining villains hesitating near the alleyways. She quickly scanned the burning street, spotting a narrow stairwell leading up toward the central walkway. "We don't need to beat every single one of them. If we push through that alley on the right, we can regroup with Aizawa-sensei and the others!"
"Got it! Follow my lead!" Kirishima roared, lowering his shoulder and charging forward like an unstoppable boulder.
Together, the two carved a clean path through the remaining thugs—Kirishima smashing through their front line while Kendo guarded their flanks and launched stray attackers out of the way. Within minutes, nearly two dozen villains lay groaning on the pavement behind them as the pair sprinted toward the upper ridge.
As they paused at the top of the stairs to catch their breath, Kendo glanced down toward the distant Collapse Zone, her brow furrowing with worry. "I just hope Bakugou landed somewhere safe..."
"Are you kidding?" Kirishima wiped sweat from his forehead with a confident grin. "After what we saw in the Battle Trials yesterday? If anything, I feel bad for whatever villains got stuck with him!"
High above the dome, invisible and drifting silently toward the central plaza, Bakugou's psychic radar registered the sudden drop in hostile presence inside the Conflagration Zone—confirming that both Kendo and Kirishima were completely fine. With a faint, satisfied scoff, Bakugou turned his full attention down toward the plaza below, where Aizawa was squaring off against the hand-covered villain and the towering, exposed-brain monster.
Down in the central plaza, Aizawa was breathing heavily, bruised and exhausted after tearing through dozens of low-level thugs. Before he could even recover his stance, the towering, exposed-brain monster lunged forward with terrifying speed, slamming him down toward the cracked stone tiles as Shigaraki stepped closer with a sickening grin, reaching out with all five fingers toward Aizawa's elbow.
"You really are cool, Eraser Head," Shigaraki rasped. "Too bad it's game over."
High above them, completely invisible and silent as a shadow, Bakugou drifted calmly down toward the plaza. Not a single footstep echoed off the stone.
Just before Shigaraki's fingers could make contact, Bakugou raised one hand and gave a lazy, downward flick of his finger.
BOOM!
An invisible hammer of crushing telekinetic pressure slammed directly onto the Nomu's back, driving the hulking monster straight into the concrete with a deafening crater—while at the exact same instant, a gentle cushion of psychic force yanked Aizawa smoothly out from beneath its grip, sliding the stunned pro hero several yards away to safety.
Aizawa blinked in disbelief from the ground, his capture scarf still hovering as he stared at the cratered Nomu. Beside the rubble, Shigaraki froze, his red eyes darting wildly around the empty plaza as he hissed in fury.
"What the—?! Who did that?! Show yourself!"
Bakugou didn't answer. Hovering effortlessly a few feet off the ground in complete invisibility, he drifted closer until he was floating right in front of the frantic villain. Slowly, Bakugou pulled his index finger back against his thumb, focusing a pinpoint, concentrated burst of kinetic energy right at the tip.
Then, he flicked Shigaraki square in the forehead.
THWACK!
The tiny, hyper-concentrated blast hit like a miniature cannonball. Shigaraki didn't even have time to blink before he was launched straight off his feet, tumbling comically head-over-heels through the air before splashing straight into the central water fountain.
For a second, the entire plaza went dead silent. Even Aizawa stared at the fountain in stunned confusion.
Slowly, Shigaraki dragged himself up over the rim of the fountain, dripping wet and sputtering. The severed hand that usually covered his face had been knocked crooked—revealing a massive, bright red lump swelling rapidly across the middle of his forehead like an oversized baked potato.
"OWWWW! MY HEAD! IT BURNS!" Shigaraki wailed in pure agony, clutching his throbbing forehead with both hands and kicking his legs wildly against the stone rim. He whipped his head around, screaming wildly at the empty air. "What is this?! Cheater! This place is haunted! There's a damn ghost in here!"
Hovering silently in midair just a few feet away, Bakugou crossed his arms and let out a quiet, amused smirk, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the self-proclaimed villain leader throwing a full-blown tantrum over a forehead flick.
"Nomu! Kill this ghost! Crush everything!" Shigaraki shrieked from the edge of the fountain.
With a deafening, guttural screech, the Nomu clawed its way out of the crater, muscles bulging as it scanned the empty air for an enemy it couldn't see. Before it could take a single step, however, Bakugou narrowed his eyes behind his veil of invisibility.
He didn't give the beast even a fraction of a second to build momentum.
With sharp, effortless movements of his hands, Bakugou seized the Nomu in an invisible vice of telekinetic force and slammed it violently into the stone floor—then hurled it straight across the plaza into a concrete pillar, bounced it off the ground again, and smashed it repeatedly from side to side like a ragdoll. Each impact shook the plaza floor, forcing the monster's hyper-regeneration to burn through energy nonstop before it could even regain its footing.
Hovering silently above the chaos, Bakugou watched with a cold, calculating gaze. Thanks to his psychometry, he had already read the lingering psychic imprints around U.A. and knew All Might was operating on a strict, shrinking time limit. On top of that, his psychic awareness had already confirmed that Iida had slipped through the exit gap earlier to call for backup—meaning All Might and the pro heroes would be bursting through those doors at any second.
Deciding to wrap things up cleanly, Bakugou twisted his wrist with a sharp, ruthless snap.
CRACK! SNAP!
With pinpoint telekinetic precision, Bakugou violently dislocated the Nomu's limbs, bending its arms and legs backward at unnatural angles and twisting them tightly around one another in a grotesque knot. Even with super-regeneration, the monster's rapidly healing muscles and flesh only fused around its own tangled joints—trapping the beast completely inside its own contorted body, writhing helplessly on the plaza tiles.
Bakugou smirked faintly. He could have easily launched the monster straight out of Earth's atmosphere and ended the threat permanently, but U.A. only knew his registered "quirk" as standard telekinesis. Pulling off an orbital launch would raise far too many annoying questions from the faculty—and he had zero interest in dealing with that headache.
His work in the plaza done, Bakugou silently drifted higher into the air, slipping out of sight just as the massive entrance doors at the top of the stairs exploded inward with a thunderous boom.
"Have no fear!" All Might's booming voice echoed across the entire USJ dome, the Symbol of Peace standing at the top of the staircase without his usual smile. "For I am here!"
"Right, right, sorry man! Overusing telekinesis must drain you big time!" Kirishima said immediately, lowering his voice while Kendo shot Bakugou a sympathetic, slightly impressed look, completely buying the exhaustion act.
A few yards away, Aizawa—supported by Snipe—glanced over at the trio, his dark eyes narrowing briefly as he took in Bakugou's dusty uniform and tired posture before letting out a quiet, approving grunt. Meanwhile, across the plaza, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida stood near the paramedics, glancing over toward Bakugou's group for only a fleeting second before turning back to check on All Might—neither side bothering the other.
Bakugou kept his weary, annoyed scowl locked firmly in place as the pro heroes began escorting Class 1-A toward the exit. Inside his own head, however, he felt completely refreshed—not a single drop of real sweat spilled, his true power still completely hidden, and the entire League of Villains humiliated without anyone ever knowing he had left the Collapse Zone.
The end .