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A new era for U.A. had begun, one defined by the hollow victory at Kamino and the retirement of its greatest symbol. The world was nervous, watching, and for the students of Class 1-A, the front-line soldiers in this new war, the first step was a retreat.
They gathered on a small hill, a few hundred meters from the main U.A. building, staring up at their new home: The "Heights Alliance" dormitory.
"This place is huge," Sero said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled over the group.
"It's to keep us safe," Tokoyami added, his voice a low murmur. "To keep us contained."
Aizawa stood before them, his expression as tired as ever. "I'm glad to see you're all here. For a number of reasons, U.A. has decided to move to this dorm system. The first reason, and the most important, is your safety." He scanned their faces. "I know this has been… a lot. But from now on, this is your home. Now, get your things, head inside, and get settled. I'll meet you in the common room in one hour."
As Aizawa walked away, the students began to grab their bags, but the usual excited chatter was absent. The group felt fractured, incomplete.
"I wonder if they're really coming," Ochaco Uraraka said, her voice small, her eyes fixed on the empty space at the back of the group.
"Who?" Kaminari asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Bakugo... Usagiyama... and Akaza," she whispered. The names hung in the air, heavy with the unprocessed trauma of the camp.
"They will."
The voice was cold and flat. Shoto Todoroki hadn't been participating in the conversation, but he spoke with an absolute certainty that made everyone turn.
Mina Ashido, her own guilt still fresh, looked at him in surprise. "How... how do you know, Todoroki-kun?"
Shoto picked up his bag, his expression unreadable. "Because Bakugo and I visited them at the hospital. They're recovering. They'll be here."
The silence that followed this revelation was deafening. It was as if a cannonball had just been dropped into the middle of the group.
"You… you visited them?" Izuku Midoriya stammered, his eyes wide. The implications were staggering. "B-But… how? We didn't even know which hospital they were in! Iida and I tried to look, but the school wouldn't tell us…"
"That's 'cause they didn't want to see you."
A new voice, gruff and laced with its usual anger, cut through the air. Katsuki Bakugo, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, stalked up the path, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He looked… different. His anger was still there, but it was colder, more contained.
He stopped in front of Izuku, a mocking sneer on his face. "You wanna know how we found 'em, Deku? It's 'cause Aizawa-sensei gave me the address."
Another shockwave rippled through the class.
"B-But why... why you?" Kirishima asked, his voice hesitant.
Bakugo's sneer turned into a humorless grin. "'Cause I was the only one he could trust not to piss them off. He knew Akaza, and especially Rumi, didn't want to see any of you two-faced fakes. And he was right."
The words "fakes" hit the group like a physical slap. Uraraka flinched, her face pale. Iida looked at the ground, his jaw tightening. Mina and Momo just looked ashamed.
Izuku, however, tried to push past it, his relief at seeing his childhood friend safe overriding the insult. "K-Kacchan! You're okay! I'm so glad… I was so worried… It was amazing, seeing All Might save you on TV!"
The air, which had been tense, suddenly dropped to freezing. Shoto, who had been quiet, stiffened. Bakugo's expression, which had been mocking, turned to one of pure, unadulterated disgust.
He slowly turned to Izuku. "All Might?" he repeated, his voice dangerously quiet. "All Might didn't save me, you goddamn nerd."
"W-What?" Izuku stammered. "But... the broadcast... we saw him..."
"YOU SAW SHIT!" Bakugo roared, making everyone jump. "All Might was fighting the boss! He was too late! By the time he got to the factory, I was almost gone! Akaza saved me. He came in alone, tore the arm off that top-hat bastard, ignored All Might, told the main boss he was gonna kill him next, grabbed me, and got me out before anyone could even blink. He did what All Might couldn't."
The class was speechless. They had seen the news. They had seen All Might's victory. They had no idea this had happened. The hero they had condemned, the "monster," was the one who had again saved their classmate.
The weight of their betrayal, their hypocrisy, settled on them all.
It was Momo Yaoyorozu who finally broke the silence. She stepped forward, her hands clasped in front of her, her face a mask of profound shame.
"He's right," she said, her voice trembling but firm. "Everything Bakugo-san said at the camp… and everything he's saying now… it's the truth. We were cowards. We were afraid, and we blamed Akaza-san for doing what we couldn't." She looked at her classmates. "When he gets here, we… we have to apologize. All of us."
"But, Yao-momo," Jiro whispered, "after what we said… what Rumi will do…"
"She will be right to do it," Momo said, her voice gaining strength. "I know he won't forgive us. We don't deserve it. But it's a start. It's the only way we can even begin to call ourselves a class again."
Izuku, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima… one by one, they all nodded in grim, somber agreement.
Bakugo just scoffed. "Tch. Took you long enough."
As if summoned by the conversation, a single taxi pulled up to the curb. The trunk popped, and Akaza got out, his expression as unreadable as ever. He pulled two large duffel bags from the trunk. The other door opened, and Rumi Usagiyama hopped out, her energy seemingly undimmed.
She was in a tank top and shorts, and the class could finally see the price of her fight. Her left arm was in a sleek, black carbon-fiber cast. And running from her right eyebrow, cutting vertically across her eyelid, and ending just on her cheekbone, was a thin, white scar. It was permanent. A new, defining feature.
The class tensed. This was it.
Akaza and Rumi ignored them. They grabbed their bags and walked straight past the main group, heading directly for Shoto and Bakugo.
"Hey," Akaza said, giving them a small nod. "Sup, Blasty? Icy-Hot?" Rumi grinned, bumping her good fist against Bakugo's.
This visual of the four of them, a separate, self-contained unit, was more powerful than any speech. They were the survivors, the ones who understood. The rest of the class were just... the extras.
Ochaco Uraraka couldn't stand it. Her guilt, her shame, and her desperate need to make things right, all driven by Izuku's unwavering belief in forgiveness, made her move.
"Usagiyama-san! Akaza-kun!" she called out, stepping forward, her hands twisting together. "Wait! We… we just wanted to say… we're so, so sorry for what we said at the camp! We were scared, and we were wrong! We're just so glad you're both-"
SLAP.
The sound was as sharp and shocking as Muscular's attack. Rumi had moved faster than Uraraka could even blink. Her good right hand had connected squarely with Uraraka's cheek, sending her stumbling back into Izuku, a bright red handprint already blooming on her face.
The class froze in horror.
"Don't," Rumi's voice was not a yell. It was a low, cold, animalistic growl that dripped with venom. "Don't you dare talk to him. Don't you dare talk to me."
She stalked forward, and Uraraka, Iida, and Izuku all physically recoiled.
"You... you ungrateful, two-faced bitches," Rumi hissed, her one visible eye burning with a rage that was far colder than Bakugo's. "He saved your asses at the USJ. He saved my life. He saved Momo and Mina. He saved that little kid. He went through hell, and you... you sat in a warm room, safe, and called him a monster. You called him a villain. The boy who was crying his eyes out in a hospital bed because he thought he was too late to save me!"
Tears of pure rage began to stream down her face, making her new scar stand out in stark, angry relief.
"Fuck you," she spat, her gaze landing on Izuku and Uraraka. "Fuck all of you. Don't you ever come near me or Aki again. I mean it. We're done."
She turned, her body shaking, and started to walk toward the dorm. Akaza, who had watched the entire exchange with a cold, dead stillness, simply turned to follow her.
"WAIT!"
Momo stepped forward, bowing at a perfect, 90-degree angle, her voice shaking but resolute. "She is right! Everything she said is true! We have no excuse. We were weak, we were afraid, and we betrayed you both."
The rest of the class, shamed into action, one by one, bowed with her.
"We know we don't deserve to be forgiven," Momo continued, her voice cracking. "But we are still... truly, deeply sorry, Akaza-kun. We will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, even if it takes the rest of our time at U.A."
Akaza stopped. He looked at the row of bowing heads. He saw their genuine, agonizing shame. He glanced at Shoto and Bakugo, who were standing by his side, his new, unexpected pillars. He thought of his path. He thought of his promise to Nezu. He couldn't operate alone, not really.
One more chance, he thought, his gaze lingering on Momo's bowed head. Just one. But they'll have to earn it.
He turned, his black eyes unreadable.
"Fine."
The single word was not forgiveness. It wasn't absolution. It was, at best, an acknowledgment. He held Rumi's hand, who was still shaking with rage, and gently steered her toward the dorm.
"C'mon, carrots. Let's go."
Shoto and Bakugo fell into step beside them. The four of them walked into the Heights Alliance, leaving the rest of their class standing on the pavement, shamed, fractured, and in the shadow of the heroes they had failed.
This was the start of a new chapter for Class 1-A. But the page had been torn, and the story of their unity would have to be completely rewritten.
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