The morning sun over U.A. High felt different today. Yesterday had been about survival—a desperate scramble to prove we belong in that class.
The morning classes passed in a blur of standard academics. Present Mic's English lecture was as loud as ever, and Cementoss's Modern Literature class was surprisingly grounding, but nobody was truly paying attention. A restless energy thrummed through the desks of Class 1-A. Eyes kept drifting toward the door. Even Iida, usually the paragon of academic focus, was tapping his pen in a rhythmic, agitated beat.
I found myself staring at the back of toru's head, Or the lack there of. It is really strange sometimes, that someone is in front of you but invisible.
Then, the lunch break ended, and the afternoon period finally arrived.
The hallway outside our classroom went silent. Then, a heavy, booming footstep echoed from around the corner. It wasn't just a step; it was a rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and up into my very marrow.
"I AM... COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
The door slammed open, and the room seemed to shrink instantly. All Might stood there, wearing his Silver Age costume—bright reds, blues, and yellows that looked like they had been ripped straight from a comic book. His presence was so massive it felt like bigger than life itself.
"I teach Hero Basic Training!" All Might boomed, his voice carrying a weight that felt like a physical pressure. "It's a course where you learn the basics of being a hero through various trials. Most of the units are devoted to this! Let's get right into it! Today's lesson is... Combat Training!"
He pointed to the wall, where several panels slid open to reveal numbered metallic cases. "And to go with that are these! Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started!"
A cheer broke out. This was the moment we stopped being students in gym clothes and started looking like the heroes we would eventually become.
The locker room was a symphony of clashing personalities and the smell of new leather and high-tech polymers.
"Takeru, check this out!" Hiroki shouted, pulling on his high-tensile liquid latex suit. "It's practically a second skin! And look at Jiro's—those boots have integrated speakers. Everyone's gear is so high-spec!"
I opened Case #1. My costume was a masterpiece of functional design. The base was a light blue tactical suit with sharp black lines that served as structural reinforcement. Over the torso, the suit featured a specialized support system designed to provide lumbar stability, essential for when the recoil of a
high-percentage Aether Pulse threatened to strain my spine.
The jacket was practical, filled with deep pockets that contained rolls of high-strength medical binding. If I found wounded people on a battlefield, I could instantly bind and stabilize them, using the suit's built-in harness to carry them to safety. It was a "Rescue-Combat" hybrid.
"That light blue really pops, Kazama," Kirishima said, adjusting his own gear—a shirtless, rugged look with gear-shaped shoulder pads. "It looks heroic but professional. And those black lines... they make you look fast."
"It's about the support," I said. "My pulses create a lot of back-pressure. This suit will give me extra support. What about you, Sato? That yellow suit is bold!"
"It's built for durability!" Sato grinned, flexing. "And I've got sugar pouches hidden in every seam. Your suit looks like it's built for long-term missions, Takeru. Very versatile."
"I hope so," I replied. "A hero isn't just a weapon; we're a first response team."
I looked over at Izuku. He was staring at his costume—a green jumpsuit with a mask that had long, rabbit-like ears. He looked nervous, his hands shaking as he adjusted his gloves.
"You okay, Midoriya?" I asked, stepping over.
"Yeah," he said, giving me a shaky smile. "It's just... it makes everything feel so real. And so terrifying. We actually look like heroes now."
"We don't just look like them," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Today, we start acting like them."
As we walked out toward the training grounds, we talked about what combat excercise we will be doing.
We emerged from the tunnel into Ground Beta—a massive, sprawling cityscape designed for urban combat. All Might stood waiting at the center of the simulated plaza, his hands on his hips.
"THEY SAY THE CLOTHES MAKE THE MAN, YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN! AND LOOK AT YOU! YOU ALL LOOK LIKE PROS! YOU LOOK MAGNIFICENT!"
We lined up. I felt the sun hit the light-blue fabric of my suit. The conduits under the black lines began to gather heat that I could potentially absorb.
"Now!" All Might boomed. "For this training, we will be moving beyond simple trials! We will be doing an Indoor Anti-Personnel Battle Trial! You will be split into teams of two—Villains and Heroes! The Villains will guard a nuclear weapon in the depths of a building, and the Heroes must either capture the Villains with this 'Capture Tape' or touch the weapon within the time limit!"
The class buzzed with excitement, but All Might raised a hand. "The teams will be decided by lots!"
I watched as the pairings were called out.
Team Assignments (Lots Drawn):
Team A: Izuku Midoriya & Ochaco Uraraka
Team B: Shoto Todoroki & Mezo Shoji
Team C: Momo Yaoyorozu & Fumikage Tokoyami
Team D: Katsuki Bakugo & Tenya Iida
Team E: Mina Ashido & Yuga Aoyama
Team F: Rikido Sato & Tsuyu Asui
Team G: Denki Kaminari & Kyoka Jiro
Team H: Eijiro Kirishima & Hanta Sero
Team I: Takeru Kazama & Hiroki
Team J: Toru Hagakure & Mashirao Ojiro
Match 1:
Heroes (Team A): Izuku Midoriya & Ochaco Uraraka
Villains (Team D): Katsuki Bakugo & Tenya Iida
Match 2:
Heroes (Team B): Shoto Todoroki & Mezo Shoji
Villains (Team I): Takeru Kazama & Hiroki
Match 3:
Heroes (Team H): Eijiro Kirishima & Hanta Sero
Villains (Team C): Momo Yaoyorozu & Fumikage Tokoyami
Match 4:
Heroes (Team G): Denki Kaminari & Kyoka Jiro
Villains (Team J): Toru Hagakure & Mashirao Ojiro
Match 5:
Heroes (Team E): Mina Ashido & Yuga Aoyama
Villains (Team F): Rikido Sato & Tsuyu Asui
I looked over at Hiroki, who gave me a high-five. "Looks like we're a team, Takeru! Let's show them what we can do"
"The first match will be... Team A as Heroes and Team D as Villains!" All Might announced. "Everyone else, to the monitor room!"
I stood by the monitor. Beside me, Momo was analyzing the building schematics. Izuku and Ochaco were preparing to enter. Bakugo was already inside, and even from the screens, I could see the smoke rising from his palms.. Izuku and Ochaco entered through a window on the ground floor, moving cautiously.
Then, the timer hit zero.
BOOM.
The building shook. On the screen, a massive explosion erupted in the hallway, the orange light blinding the camera for a split second. When the smoke cleared, Midoriya was on the ground, his costume scorched. Bakugo was standing right there, smoke curling from his palms, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unbridled rage.
He didn't say a word to Iida over the comms. He just lunged.
Midoriya scrambled up, narrowly dodging a second blast that blackened the wall behind him. Instead of running, Izuku did something that made the whole room gasp—he grabbed Bakugo's arm. Using Bakugo's own momentum, he threw the explosive teen over his shoulder, slamming him into the concrete floor with a sickening thud.
"I'm not the same helpless 'Deku' anymore, Kacchan!" Midoriya's voice cracked through the speakers, trembling with a decade of suppressed emotion.
Bakugo snarled, pushing himself off the floor. The fury in his eyes was visceral. He propelled himself forward with bursts from his hands, closing the gap in an instant. He swung a kick that Midoriya barely blocked, the force sending the boy in green skidding back several feet.
"Stop talking and DIE!" Bakugo screamed.
He began a relentless assault—left, right, explosion, feint. Midoriya was playing purely on the defensive, his eyes darting, predicting the moves he'd seen a thousand times on the playground. But the gap in raw power was evident. Every time Bakugo's palm made contact with the air near Midoriya, the concussive force rattled the boy's frame.
Bakugo launched himself into the air, spinning like a top, a series of rapid-fire blasts creating a whirlwind of heat and noise. Midoriya dove behind a pillar just as a massive explosion tore through the concrete where he'd been standing a second ago.
On the screen, Bakugo landed, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on the pillar where Midoriya was hiding. He reached for the pin on his massive grenade-shaped gauntlets.
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