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"Woah, there are a lot of people here today too!" Bakugō exclaimed, surveying the crowded cafeteria.
"Early to come, early to be served!" Kirishima chimed in with a grin.
The group navigated through the bustling crowd, each ordering their preferred dishes before securing an empty table for five. The atmosphere crackled with energy—voices overlapping from every direction, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter.
As they ate, Shin, true to form, ordered a second helping while Bakugō watched with narrowed eyes, his mind drifting to memories of his childhood rival, Deku.
"Tsk."
"Hm? What's the matter, Bakugō?" Shin asked between bites, savoring the flavors.
"Nothing! Quit staring and let's get back to class already."
"Sometimes, it really feels like you're a different kind of person with a whole spectrum of emotions bottled up inside," Kaminari remarked with a knowing smile.
"Hah?! You wanna die, shithead?!" Bakugō snapped, his ears turning red as he bristled at the unexpected observation.
"And that's exactly what I'm talking about. Lol!"
As they headed for the exit, a blaring alarm suddenly pierced the air, freezing every student in the hallway.
"What the hell is this alarm for?!"
"An intruder?!"
"Someone's attacking the school?!"
Panic erupted instantly. The hallways became a sea of frantic movement, students shoving past one another in blind urgency. Some stumbled; others were slammed against walls in the chaos.
"The hell's going on?!" Bakugō snarled, struggling against the tide of bodies.
"Who in their right mind would invade *U.A.*?" Shin muttered, fighting to keep his footing.
Near the windows, Bakugō's sharp eyes caught movement outside. "Oi, Shin!" he barked over the noise.
"I can hear you!"
"Look outside—it's just those damn reporters from earlier!"
Shin's mind raced. 'How'd they even get in? What's the best way to handle this?'
Then, an idea struck.
"Bakugō, you still hear me?"
"Loud and clear! Got a plan?"
"Yeah!" Shin raised his hand, strings spiraling from his fingertips. They latched onto the wall, and with a powerful yank, he swung himself above the crowd like a pendulum.
"Listen up, U.A students!" His voice boomed, cutting through the hysteria. "Take a damn look outside! It's just the press! This is U.A.—the top hero school in Japan. No one's breaking in that easily, so calm the hell down!"
Silence fell like a curtain. The students paused, processing his words, before orderly evacuation resumed. Shin exhaled in relief, dropping down gracefully.
"Way to go, Class Rep!" Kaminari cheered, slapping his back.
"Tch. I could've done that," Bakugō grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that. Mind repeating it?" Shin teased, grinning.
"I'll murderize you, you stingy bastard!" Bakugō's face burned crimson.
"Excellent work, Class Rep." A smooth voice interrupted.
Shin whirled around. "M-Momo?! Y-You saw that?" His face matched Bakugō's in hue.
"Oh, I didn't see anything at all," she replied, her smile playful as she walked past.
Shin groaned. "Just bury me now."
The boys arrived at the classroom just before the bell's chime reverberated through the building. The class buzzed with excited chatter, students recounting how their class representative had swiftly assessed and controlled the chaotic situation earlier.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door sliding open, revealing Aizawa with his characteristic tired eyes and the familiar white scarf draped around his neck. "Quiet down!" He commanded.
"For today's Hero Basic Training," he continued in his usual monotone, "you'll have three instructors: All Might, myself, and one additional person."
A hand shot up. "Excuse me, sensei! What kind of test will we be doing? And who is this 'other person' you mentioned?"
"Rescue training," Aizawa replied simply.
"Rescue training? That sounds awesome!" The class exclaimed in unison.
"Correct. Shin, if I recall, you scored highest in rescue scenarios during the entrance exam."
"Now that you mention it... that's true!"
"Real hero training, huh? This should be great."
"Oi, I'm not finished," Aizawa's voice cut through the classroom. "The training will take place off-campus, so we'll be traveling by bus. You may choose whether to wear your hero costumes or not. That's all - start preparing immediately."
"Aizawa-sensei!" Iida called out sharply.
"What is it?"
"You mentioned three instructors. May we know who the third will be?"
"You'll see when we arrive. No more questions - get ready now." With that, he exited, leaving the students to change into their costumes.
Most students donned their hero outfits, though Shin and Midoriya opted for their P.E. uniforms instead.
"What happened to your costumes?" Momo inquired curiously.
"Well," Shin scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "let's just say Bakugo happened to destroy mine in our battle."
"Hah? What was that, baldy?" Bakugo exploded.
"Calm down, Bakugo."
"Tch."
They filed out of the classroom and gathered outside where Aizawa stood waiting by the bus. "Class representatives, verify everyone's present."
"Yes, sir!" Both reps responded promptly.
After a thorough headcount, the students boarded the bus, anticipating building for their destination.
"Take your seats and maintain proper conduct until we arrive," Aizawa instructed as he connected his earpiece to his smartphone.
The bus ride was filled with lively discussion as students shared details about their Quirks. Tokoyami turned to Shin with a question: "Shin, how does someone with your... physique move so quickly? You held your own remarkably well against Bakugo."
"Yeah! How do you do it?"
"Never judge a book by its cover," Shin smirked, though internally he thought, 'I really need to work on slimming down.'
"Pathetic," Bakugo muttered, his attention fixed on the passing cityscape.
After a brief journey, the bus pulled into a clearing surrounded by towering trees, coming to a smooth stop.
"We're here!" Jiro announced, stretching her arms to loosen up.
"But where exactly is 'here'?" Todoroki murmured as he disembarked.
"Is everyone accounted for?" Aizawa asked, removing his earpiece.
"Yes, sensei!" Momo confirmed.
"Good."
A booming voice suddenly echoed from behind Aizawa. "Everyone, I've been expecting you!"
Midoriya gasped, his voice trembling with excitement. "It's the Space Hero, Thirteen!"
"Awesome!" The class chorused, their voices blending in perfect harmony.
Midoriya's face lit up with unrestrained joy, tears glistening in his wide eyes as he clenched his fists. "A hero who's saved countless lives from disasters! One of the most accomplished rescue specialists in Japan!"
"Midoriya, you really do know everything about heroes!" Uraraka marveled.
"Y-yes!" Midoriya stammered, overwhelmed by emotion.
Thirteen cut an imposing yet sleek figure, clad in a form-fitting black jumpsuit accented with white armored plating. Their iconic helmet - a smooth, featureless white dome with a single dark visor - gave them an almost extraterrestrial appearance. Their Quirk, "Black Hole," allowed them to generate terrifying gravitational vortices capable of disintegrating anything caught within its pull, making them uniquely suited for disaster relief and rescue operations.
"Follow me inside, everyone!" Thirteen announced cheerfully.
"Yes, sir! We look forward to learning from you!" The students responded enthusiastically.
As Thirteen led them through the massive entrance, the students gasped at the sprawling facility before them. "This training ground simulates various disaster scenarios - shipwrecks, landslides, conflagrations, typhoons," Thirteen explained, gesturing dramatically with both arms. "We call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint... or USJ for short."
The USJ stood as U.A. 's crown jewel of practical hero training. This state-of-the-art complex featured cutting-edge holographic technology, environmental simulators, and adaptive training modules that could recreate virtually any crisis scenario. Its innovative circular design allowed for multiple simultaneous training exercises, while its reinforced structure could withstand even the most destructive Quirks. More than just a training ground, it served as a crucible where future heroes forged their skills and camaraderie.
"Incredible!" The students awed.
Aizawa approached Thirteen, his voice low. "Where's All Might? He's conspicuously absent."
Thirteen leaned in discreetly. "He overexerted himself during patrol and needs to recover. He'll join us once his time limit resets."
Aizawa sighed. "Typical. Shall we begin then?"
"Absolutely."
"Aizawa-sensei?" Shin raised his hand.
"What is it, class rep?"
"You mentioned All Might would be supervising. Should we wait for him?"
"He's handling hero business. He'll arrive when he can. Now focus."
"Yes, sir!"
Suddenly, the USJ's bright lights flickered and died. Aizawa's instincts screamed danger as an unnatural chill crept through the air. His eyes snapped toward an ominous purple mist coalescing near the central plaza. "Thirteen! Protect the students!" He barked, his voice razor-sharp.
Kirishima's arm shot out. "What the-? Sensei, what's that fog?"
Before anyone could react, shadowy figures began emerging from the swirling vortex. Aizawa's scarf whipped around his neck as he dropped into a combat stance. "Villains! Real villains have infiltrated the facility!"
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