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Katsukis POV
The Day After
U.A. High
"Well, have fun teaching them something. That is, if there's anything to teach," Eraser said with a tired voice to the explosive teacher. Grabbing the door handle, the teacher in question turned his head slightly and replied, "If they're as good as you're saying, then maybe I'll just beat them up a couple times a week. Should be fun." He slammed the door behind him and headed toward the third floor.
It was only last week that the principal had asked Katsuki to teach Class 3-A non-hero combat classes as well, wanting to see if one of their brightest classes was up to the two prodigies' standard. Now, it was time for the class to meet their technically two-year-younger professor for their first lesson in a new subject.
'Hopefully, it'll at least be a bit interesting. If not, I'll just use this class to blow off some steam. Can't hurt them getting beat up a few times. In my experience, it's great at developing character' the ash-blond teen thought with a malicious grin, approaching the classroom door, then kicked it in.
"All right, you bunch of morons, listen up. Name's Katsuki Bakugo, hero name Dynamight. I'm your new combat instructor. Got any questions?" he yelled while walking to the teacher's desk, then turned to look at the students. Seven students were seated and staring back at him.
Confused, he muttered, "Huh. Only seven? Where the hell's the rest? Did they get expelled for being too incompetent?"
Seeing a male student with blond hair and a simple face raise his hand, the teacher snapped, "Speak up, cartoon face."
"Wait, cartoon face? Is that me?" the blond boy asked, pointing at himself.
"Sure is. Now talk, cartoon face," the teacher confirmed.
"Ah, okay. Well, it's just like you said, Mr. Bakugo. Mr. Aizawa expelled the rest of our class back when we were still first-years," he explained with excitement and a wide smile.
"Really? That's pathetic, failing a bunch of first-years. But I guess that's old Eraser for ya." Katsuki chuckled before slouching down into the teacher's chair, leaning back 45 degrees and kicking his feet up on the desk.
"Well then, let's start the lesson, I guess. Cartoon face, go. Introduce yourself, tell me your Quirk, hero name, and preferred combat role," the ash-blond teen instructed, pointing a finger at the young man.
"Okay, Professor! My hero name is Lemillion, and my Quirk is Permeation. With it, I can make my body pass through anything, either isolated parts or my whole body. My combat style is solo attacker!" he yelled.
"Next. Depressed guy, go," Katsuki continued, pointing at a black-haired student who was staring down at his desk. A blue-haired girl nudged him, whispering, "I think he means you, Tamaki."
Looking up briefly, the black-haired boy met the gaze of his teacher, and immediately looked away. "Nejire, I don't think I can. He's way too scary," he whispered.
Before she could respond, both flinched as Katsuki slammed his fist into the desk, causing a minor explosion. "Talk, you idiot!"
Still avoiding eye contact, the boy fiddled with his fingers and stammered, "M-My hero name is Suneater, and my Quirk is Manifest. I can transform into anything I eat. My preferred combat role is area control, I think..."
"You think? You're a third-year. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW!" Katsuki roared, making the guy shrink in his seat. "Now, blue hair, your turn!" he barked.
"Oh! O-Okay, okay! So my hero name is Nejire Chan and my Quirk is Surge! It allows me to fire circular beams of electricity from my hands and feet, plus I can fly and do other cool stuff, and my combat style is aerial and long-range attacks with my Quirk, though I can also do short-range blasts at higher power output and—"
"That's enough, flash talk. I get it," the teacher cut her off, unwilling to keep up with her pace.
"Next. Blondie boy, go," he said, pointing to a young man with short blond hair and blue eyes.
"Uhm, okay, here I go. My hero name is Glacien, and my Quirk is Crystallization. Basically, I can create and manipulate a type of heat-resistant ice. I prefer long-range damage-dealer, though I'm also good at close-quarters," he explained with an innocent smile, manifesting an intricately detailed ice rose in his hands.
'With a power like that, he might be able to wield 'that sword' someday. He definitely fits the overall feel' the explosive teacher thought, watching the rose melt away in the boy's hands.
Looking at the seat next to him, Katsuki called out, "All right, Disney Princess, go," addressing the girl with long blonde hair, neatly parted at the crown and held by a white circlet adorned with a sapphire emblem. Loose strands framed her face, while the rest flowed into a thick, elegant braid draped over her shoulder like royalty.
Sapphire-blue eyes laced with distaste glared at him for a moment before she turned her head away in disgust.
Katsuki smirked, annoyed. "Oi, Disney Princess, I'm talking to you. Introduce yourself," he snapped, pointing at her.
Still ignoring him.
Now pissed, the crimson-eyed teen slammed his fist on the table, cracking it slightly. "DON'T YOU IGNORE ME!"
Glacien leaned toward her and whispered, "Alice... he looks pretty pissed off. Maybe just introduce yourself?"
Looking him dead in the eye, she replied, "My name is Alice Zuberg. Not Disney Princess. I won't respond unless he gets it right. Besides, he's two years younger than all of us. What could he possibly teach us about combat?"
Hearing that, Katsuki's rage morphed into a grin as he burst out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA! What a great joke. You're exactly what Eraser told me about."
Now everyone was confused, Alice included.
Standing up, Katsuki's voice turned sharp and proud. "You think I'm just some wannabe extra who can't teach a bunch of third-years combat? This is U.A. High, princess. Not just anyone stands behind this podium and teaches students like you. I will beat your ass without even breaking a sweat."
He walked over to her desk and leaned in. "And something else, so long as you've got that attitude, you'll never hear me say your name. Right now, you're just an immature brat pampered by this school, with no idea what kind of messed-up shit goes on in the world every damn day. Until you prove yourself, you don't deserve the honor of your name. Got that, Disney Princess?" His voice left no room for argument.
He returned to his desk, sat back, and propped his feet up again. "Your introduction. NOW."
Startled by the intensity, it took her a moment, but with her pride swallowed, she finally said, "My hero name is Flower Girl, and my Quirk is Bloom. My skin can produce pollen that instantly grows any kind of flower, even unnatural ones, and I can control each of them precisely. I'm a support-type with expertise in capture, poison, and distraction."
She kept her head down the entire time, but with newfound resolve, she added, "Professor, you said I had to prove myself to earn your respect. So... can I assume you'll give me that chance someday?"
Looking at her with a new light, Katsuki smiled. "Don't worry. We'll be seeing each other often. You'll get plenty of chances. And I like your style, Flower Girl."
She looked up in surprise.
"Next. Elf Girl, go," he said, pointing to a girl with long blonde hair tied in a high ponytail with a green flower clip, two braided bangs framing her face, and emerald eyes bright as a tropical forest. Her long, elf-like ears twitched in surprise.
Pointing to herself, the teacher impatiently confirmed, "Yes, you."
"Oh! Okay. Uhm, where do I start? Oh right, my hero name is Leafa. My Quirk is Floral Field. It lets me create flower fields wherever I step that can heal me and anyone else standing on them. I'm mostly a support healer, but I can hold my own in close combat too!" she added with a muscle pose.
Nodding in satisfaction, the teacher turned to the last girl. She had short black hair, two bangs fading into purple and pink, each held with clips shaped like "A" and "U." Her violet eyes were mismatched: a gold crosshair pattern in the right, a slitted pupil in the left.
She was staring out the window, resting her chin in one hand.
"Cat Eye, go," he called.
She turned her head and sighed. "Is it my turn already? Name's Sinon. My Quirk is Gunforge. My right arm can turn into any kind of gun, and my left hand can turn anything I touch into bullets. I'm a sniper."
Letting out a satisfied chuckle, Katsuki stood and looked the students in the eyes. "Well, I've gotta give it to Eraser, it's not a bad group he's assembled. But before we start the main course this semester, I wanna see if you can back up what he told me. So c'mon, brats. We're going to Ground Alpha. Get your cards and follow me."
"Professor, I can't use my card," the permeation boy piped up. "With how my Quirk works, I'd just end up naked. Can I get changed real quick?"
Scoffing, Katsuki glared at him. Sweat built on Mirio's forehead. Tension thickened.
Then, deadpan, Katsuki said, "Ah, so you're the guy who whined about his costume being made of hair and not syncing with the nanites, right?"
"Yep! That's me, the hair guy!" Mirio sighed in relief.
"Well, it's an easy fix," the teacher muttered, walking over. He raised his hand, then yanked out a strand of hair.
"Ow! Warn me next time, Professor!" Mirio winced.
Holding the hair, Katsuki activated nanite gloves, which began glowing orange around it.
"WHAT ARE YOU WHINING ABOUT, CARTOON FACE? IT'S A GODDAMN HAIR, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" he shouted.
"Now shut up and give me your card."
Mirio didn't argue. He handed the card over.
Snatching it, Katsuki infused it. The card pulsed with orange patterns, then returned to its original form, the Ace of Hearts.
Handing it back, Katsuki said, "I scanned the atomic structure of your hair and recalibrated the card to mimic it. You're good now."
"Thanks, Professor Dynamight. You're the best."
"Of course I am. Now get your asses to Ground Alpha, move it!"
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
Staring at the empty spot, Alice muttered, "...He vanished?"