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The hallways of U.A. buzzed with post-festival energy.
Students clustered in groups, voices overlapping as they dissected every moment of yesterday's matches. Conversations stopped mid-sentence when certain people walked by. particularly anyone who'd made it past the first round.
"Did you see Bakugo's face during the ceremony?"
"I still can't believe Akutami forfeited..."
"I still can't believe he made it past the second round."
"Todoroki's pretty hot though—"
The whispers followed Yuta as he navigated the corridors, but he'd learned to tune them out. What he couldn't ignore was the blonde explosive waiting for him near the staircase leading to the General Studies wing.
The area was less crowded here—students from the Hero Course rarely ventured this far into the building.
Bakugo stood with his back against the wall, hands shoved in his pockets, red eyes locked on Yuta the moment he turned the corner.
They stared at each other.
Neither moved.
Yuta's tried to remain casual as his mind worked through the situation.
'Is he trying to intimidate me? Does he think I'm scared of him?'
The silence stretched.
'Or is he just... waiting for me to speak first?'
Another beat passed.
'Well, this is getting ridiculous.'
Yuta broke the silence.
"Going to try to fight me again?" Yuta asked. "I hope you noticed I'm running on empty. It would be a pretty short match."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed further, and a small, sharp explosion popped in his right hand.
"What if? You look pretty fine to me," He challenged.
"My powers don't work that way."
Yuta raised his hands to eye level, showing the faint bandages still wrapped around his knuckles and wrists.
"It's energy based. I might look fine, but I can't really use much of my abilities."
He lowered them, meeting Bakugo's gaze again.
"Though I doubt that's why we're here."
"No." Bakugo's hand closed, snuffing out the sparks. "It's not."
He stepped away from the wall.
"I want a rematch."
Yuta blinked.
"...Seriously?"
"After the two-day break, internships start." Bakugo's face turned to the side. "In case you haven't heard, hero agencies will put in requests for those who participated in the Sports Festival. You're second place so you'll probably get offers."
"Probably?"
"Then you'll be in the Hero Course when we get back." Bakugo ignored him. "And when you are, when the internships are over, I want a rematch."
Yuta raised an eyebrow. "You do know you won right?"
"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Bakugo roared.
His voice loud enough for the rest of his class, eavesdropping from the top of the staircase to hear.
"Shut your mouth and listen if you don't get it." Bakugo swung his hand, eyes blazing with anger. "What you did wasn't a match. It was a joke. A joke specifically made at my expense. Now the first thing that comes to mind when anyone sees me is the guy who was handed the win instead of earning it. You've practically made a fool out of me. That's why we're having a rematch. And in that match, you better not hold back."
He stepped forward.
"You better use every stupid trick and every ounce of that broken power you're saving. I will fight the real you and prove that I'm the undisputed number one. You got that?"
There was a beat of silence.
Then,
"You know you're just gonna lose again right?"
"WHY YOU ..."
"Bakugo!"
TWIIL
The explosions in his palms died. Bakugo turned to see Mr. Aizawa's red eyes staring at him through his bandages.
"Bakugo," Aizawa said, voice flat and exhausted. "Save the theatrics for the training grounds. The sports festival is over. You won. Act like it."
Bakugo's jaw clenched. "But—"
"No buts. If you want a rematch that badly, submit a formal request through proper channels once Akutami transfers. Until then, keep your explosions to yourself and get to class." Aizawa's gaze shifted upward, toward the staircase. "That goes for the rest of you too."
Instantaneous scrambling followed. Footsteps thundered as Class 1-A students fled like startled cats.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, shoving his hands back in his pockets. He shot Yuta one last glare before stalking off toward the stairs.
Once he was gone, Aizawa's attention settled fully on Yuta.
"Akutami, come with me. We have a meeting."
Yuta immediately felt his posture straighten. "A meeting, sir? About the transfer?"
"And your Quirk. Mainly your Quirk," Aizawa corrected. He gave Yuta a long, studying look that seemed to peel back layers. "The Principal wants to speak with you."
Yuta's heart sank.
'Well, saw that one coming.'
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[PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE — TEN MINUTES LATER]
The office was exactly as Yuta remembered: tidy, organized, and unsettling in its mundane cheerfulness. Bookshelves lined the walls. A teapot steamed gently on the desk. Nezu sat behind it, paws folded, eyes bright and calculating.
Aizawa leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed.
"Please, sit," Nezu said warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him.
Yuta sat.
Nezu poured tea into two cups. One for himself, one for Yuta, and slid the second across the desk.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice. I imagine you've had quite the eventful few weeks."
"That's one way to put it," Yuta said carefully.
"Indeed." Nezu took a delicate sip. "Second place in the Sports Festival. Quite the accomplishment for a General Studies student. The last time someone from your course advanced past the second round was... oh, never."
Yuta didn't respond.
"Though I must admit—" Nezu's eyes gleamed with unmistakable interest. "—I was quite disappointed we didn't get to see the finals play out properly."
Yuta kept his expression neutral. "I ran out of energy."
"Recovery Girl mentioned as much." Nezu tilted his head. "Which brings me to my first question. You received treatment from her after your match with Todoroki, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"And yet, less than twenty minutes later, you were unable to use your abilities at all." Nezu set his cup down. "That's concerning from a medical standpoint. If a student receives healing and still cannot function, we need to understand why."
Yuta let out a breath as he began the explanation he had carefully crafted for this occasion. "Recovery Girl's quirk heals physical injuries. Burns, bruises, broken bones. But my abilities run on something else."
"Something else?" Nezu leaned forward slightly.
"An internal energy system," Yuta said carefully. "My quirk produces it. That energy is what powers my abilities. It's a trait I noticed a few days after the entrance exams. When I run out, I can't use those abilities anymore."
Aizawa spoke from the wall. "And Recovery Girl's quirk doesn't restore this energy?"
"No. It only regenerates naturally over time." Yuta met Nezu's gaze. "I had hoped that Recovery Girl's Quirk would replenish that internal energy, similar to how it mends tissue and muscle. But it seems her Quirk has no effect on this specific reserve. It can only regenerate internally, and that process is slow. By the time I faced Bakugo, my reserves were essentially empty."
Nezu's expression remained thoughtful. "How long does full recovery take?"
"I'm not entirely sure yet. A few hours give or take." Yuta paused. "I'm still learning the exact parameters. The energy system is quite recent."
"I see. I assume you were this thorough in your report to Recovery Girl? She will want to document this for your medical records," Nezu continued. "If her quirk cannot assist with energy restoration, we need that noted. Especially if you'll be participating in Hero Course training."
"Understood."
Nezu picked up a folder from his desk, flipping it open briefly before closing it again.
"Now then. Your transfer to the Hero Course."
Yuta's posture straightened.
"Second place in the Sports Festival is more than sufficient grounds for transfer," Nezu said. "In fact, I was quite looking forward to announcing the first General Studies student to win the entire tournament. That would have been historic." His smile turned rueful. "Alas, we'll have to settle for second place. Still impressive, mind you."
"Thank you, sir."
"Your class placement will be decided following the internship period," Aizawa said. "Your internship offers will be processed the same as any other festival participant. When you return, you'll join the course officially."
Yuta blinked. "That's... fast."
"Your performance earned it," Nezu said simply. "However, there are conditions."
Of course there are.
"You'll undergo a comprehensive quirk evaluation with Recovery Girl and our assessment team once you've fully recovered. We need proper understanding of your current capabilities." Nezu's expression remained pleasant but firm.
"Understood."
"Additionally," Aizawa added, "you'll be held to Hero Course standards from day one. No grace period. If you can't keep up, you're out."
"I understand."
Nezu's smile widened slightly. "Excellent. Then welcome to the Hero Course, Yuta Akutami."
He extended a paw.
Yuta stood and shook it.
"Thank you, sir."
Nezu released his paw and gestured toward the door. "You're dismissed. Enjoy your two-day break. You've earned it."
"Thank you, sir. I won't disappoint."
"I'm certain you won't."
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