[Third Person's PoV]
As Bakugo stood near his desk, a rare smirk tugged at his lips. He was admiring the sleek, upgraded combat suit gifted to him by none other than Tony Stark. The materials shimmered subtly under the lights of the classroom, and the armor's compact structure hugged his frame just the way he liked it.
But his admiration was short-lived.
The classroom door slid open with its familiar hiss, and in walked Aizawa, his tired gaze immediately sweeping over the room before halting.
"Everyone settle dow—" he began, only to pause mid-sentence as his eyes landed squarely on Bakugo.
The silence that followed was thick.
Aizawa's expression didn't change much, but his brow twitched ever so slightly, and his gaze hardened. He didn't need to raise his voice. He didn't need to say a word. His eyes alone had the power to make even the rowdiest student freeze—and Bakugo was no exception.
Bakugo scoffed under his breath, clearly annoyed but not stupid. He understood the silent command immediately. With a disgruntled growl, he rolled his shoulders, and the advanced suit began to disassemble. The sleek armor segments dissolved, retracting into compact bracers along his forearms. With a tug of his sleeves, he concealed them, then grabbed the sleek case it came in and slid it back into his bag before dropping into his seat.
Aizawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way toward the front of the classroom. "I'm not even going to ask," he muttered dryly. "So don't bother explaining."
He turned to face the rest of the class, standing tall in his usual slouched manner, expression unreadable but not unkind.
"First off," Aizawa began, his voice calm but carrying weight, "I want to say I'm… surprised. Genuinely. You all exceeded expectations."
The class went quiet at that, watching him intently.
"We expected at least one of you to fail during the practical exams. That's just statistics. But instead, every single one of you managed to rise to the challenge. You worked hard, pushed past your limits, and defeated your opponents. That's no small feat. You should all be proud of your progress."
There was a beat of silence—and then the class erupted into cheers and applause. It wasn't the polite kind, either. It was wild, exuberant, loud enough that students passing by in the hallway paused to look in.
Aizawa simply raised one hand.
The room fell silent in an instant.
"The villains you faced in the exam—the teachers—were selected with care," he continued. "Each pairing was deliberate. You were matched with opponents who would challenge you both strategically and emotionally. The idea wasn't just to test your power—but to push you to think, adapt, and, most importantly, to work as a team."
He scanned the classroom with sharp eyes, making sure everyone was paying attention.
"And because all of you passed… that means one thing."
Aizawa allowed the briefest of smiles to cross his face.
"You're all going to the Summer Training Camp."
The class exploded again—this time louder. Students clapped, laughed, and cheered, throwing their hands in the air or high-fiving each other in celebration. The energy was electric.
Aizawa cleared his throat, prompting the students to settle once more.
"Alright, alright—cool it," he said. "I'll be handing out the training camp manuals now. Take one and pass it down."
He moved down the rows, distributing the small, neatly bound guides. Each student took theirs and quickly began flipping through the pages, eyes widening at the itinerary.
"An entire week of summer training camp…" Melissa murmured with wide eyes. "This is going to be just like a vacation!"
"Except," Toru chimed in, "the packing list is insane! Look at all this stuff we have to bring!"
Her voice then lit up with an idea. "Ooooh! I know! Since we're off tomorrow and exams are done, why don't we all go shopping together as a class?"
"I'm in!" Kaminari said with a grin. "That sounds fun as hell!"
One by one, the others began nodding and voicing their agreement, the classroom quickly erupting into plans and chatter as they set a time and place to meet for their group outing.
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Once the excitement over the camp and the shopping trip died down, classes resumed as normal. Hours passed in a blur of lectures, chatter, and occasional daydreaming. Eventually, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
Students filed out with renewed energy, already talking about summer plans and their upcoming trip.
Back in the classroom, Tony was adjusting the straps on his backpack. He glanced toward Momo, who was still seated, looking at him with mild curiosity.
"You can either wait here for us," Tony said casually, "or head home. This is probably going to take a while."
"Oh, right," Momo said, her expression brightening in realization. "You're going to the job Principal Nezu assigned you, aren't you?"
Tony gave a short nod, and Melissa mirrored the gesture as she joined him by the door.
Momo stood, brushing down her skirt. "Then I'll wait. I'm curious to see how it turns out."
Tony shrugged. "Suit yourself."
With that, he and Melissa exited the room, Momo following behind at a relaxed pace.
…
Tony stood just outside the grand gates of U.A. High School, flanked by Principal Nezu, Melissa, Momo, and a small group of faculty members including Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and Vlad King.
Nezu's sharp eyes glanced at a section of the main building. "So, how long do you estimate the construction will take?" he asked, his voice polite but tinged with curiosity.
Tony adjusted the cuff of his jacket and replied casually, "A couple of minutes. Maybe five. Maybe half an hour depending how it goes."
Present Mic blinked. "A couple of minutes? For to secure the entirety of UA? Are you serious? Won't it effect—"
Tony didn't even flinch. "Don't question the integrity of my work," he said flatly, casting a sidelong glance at the loud hero.
Present Mic chuckled awkwardly and backed off a step. "Hey, I was just asking…"
"I trust his work," Nezu interjected with a respectful nod, calming the moment. "That's exactly why I assigned him this project. I know Tony wouldn't risk damaging that trust."
Tony offered the principal a small, appreciative smirk. "You have excellent judgment."
A voice from behind cut in, rough and dry. "So… what exactly are we waiting on?" Aizawa asked, arms folded across his chest as he stepped forward to join the group.
Tony tapped the face of his watch, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the seconds tick by. "He should be here any second now…"
A few seconds ticked on by before Melissa lifted her head and pointed toward the sky. "He's here."
Everyone looked up just in time to catch a red and purple blur streaking through the sky, slicing across the clouds like a comet. A powerful hum of repulsors grew louder as the blur slowed, revealing its form—a tall, armored figure with a wide, friendly frame.
It extended its feet and activated its thrusters to brake, descending carefully and landing on the grass with heavy metallic thuds.
"What in the world is that?" Vlad King asked, furrowing his brow.
"Not a what," Momo corrected with a smile, "but a who."
Melissa beamed. "And his name is Baymax!"
The friendly robot turned his head slightly, eyes glowing softly. "Hello. Your delivery has arrived," he said in his calm, robotic voice as he held out a large, sleek metal container.
Tony stepped forward and took it, nodding. "Thanks, buddy."
Baymax responded with a slow, two-fingered wave before taking a polite step back.
Midnight leaned in slightly, squinting at the container's contents as Tony cracked it open. Inside, swirling, shimmering particles flickered and danced in chaotic patterns, as if refusing to stay still.
"And that is…?" she asked, unable to mask her curiosity.
Tony held the container up slightly for all to see. "Nanobots," he said simply. "Millions of them. These little guys are going to build U.A.'s new security system and expand on the building"
"You're using nanotechnology to construct an entire building?" Aizawa asked, tone skeptical but intrigued.
"Of course," Tony replied with a grin. "Wouldn't be the first time."
Nezu, however, eyed the container with a mix of fascination and cautious concern. "And… just to be clear, how much is this endeavor going to cost?"
Tony looked at him seriously for a moment. "A lot," he said bluntly. "Like... a lot a lot. You're getting bleeding-edge Stark tech. You're lucky I like you."
Nezu's smile twitched at the corner as he tried to keep his composure. "As long as it remains within a reasonable amount…"
Tony just laughed and gave the small principal a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Oh, Nezu… nothing I do is ever reasonable."
Nezu sighed, shaking his head with an amused smile. "Somehow… I expected that."
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