Chapter 51: Class training
The next day, at 5:30 a.m., Class 1-A stood in front of the lodge. The air was crisp and still.
A sudden BOOM cut through the silence. All eyes turned to Bakugo, frozen mid-throw, arms tense.
Aizawa's phone beeped. He glanced down. 709.6 meters. A couple meters higher than Bakugo's previous score.
The class shifted their attention back to him.
"Over the past three months, you've grown," Aizawa said evenly. "Most of it emotionally and technically. Now it's time to focus on physical growth. Your quirks have only improved slightly in raw strength."
His gaze swept the group, stopping on Harue. Some of them were monsters even before coming to U.A., he thought quietly, though he didn't say it aloud.
"So," he continued, voice flat but sharp, "starting today, we focus on upgrading your quirks. I'll be pushing you to your limits. Try not to kick the bucket on me."
The class stiffened. Determination lit every face as they all started moving to clear places to train their quirk or to get the equipment necessarily.
Harue stepped back slightly, letting the class move around him as Aizawa's voice carried over the field.
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(Harue's pov)
The morning light hit the clearing, glinting off sweat and metal as students pushed themselves. He watched quietly, arms crossed, taking in the flow.
Momo sat cross-legged on a small platform, her focus split between shaping balls of different materials and showing food down her throat so that she has calories to build with.
Nearby, Kirishima and Ojirou sparred, slamming into each other with controlled force, pushing their limits.
Each impact sent a small shock through the ground, the sound of stone cracking faint but satisfying.
Kirishima grinned wide, shouting every time he took a hit, while Ojirou focused on posture and rebound, trying to maximize every strike. Harue watched the way Kirishima's arms flexed, the improvements clear in the muscle and movement.
Kaminari was off to the side, arms extended, firing controlled bolts into a target board lined with sensors.
Sparks flew, and he flinched occasionally as the voltage shot back toward his own body.
Harue could see him grimacing, blinking through the shocks, testing his limit for output and resistance, adjusting his technique with each trial. By now, Kaminari's face had the same determined edge as Bakugo's during his own testing.
Mina was the easiest to spot. She zipped around in flashes of pink, creating small acid bursts from her skin, trying to generate as much output as possible without losing control. Her laughter punctuated the air, bright and chaotic, but there was focus underneath it—precision in the movement, control in the chaos.
Harue let himself smile faintly at her; the girl could work, but she also loved to play. A good combination.
The rest of the class was scattered across the field, some running, some tossing equipment, some testing their quirk limits quietly. The rhythm was chaotic but productive, everyone pushing forward without waiting for instruction. Harue didn't move. He just observed, noting strengths, weaknesses, and the natural flow of each student's growth.
A shadow fell over him, and Harue looked up. Aizawa stood there, expression unreadable. "Harue Dai," he said, voice even. "What will you be training on?"
Harue leaned back, tilting his head slightly. "Honestly? Nothing I need strength-wise or endurance-wise," he said, shrugging. "I've been building that since the day I got my quirk Sensei; What I need is control. Mastery. Make sure it doesn't destroy anything unintentionally. And…" He paused, lifting his hand. "…I want to experiment with creative applications."
From his palm, a small butterfly-shaped flame appeared, flickering gently as it hovered and flapped its fiery wings. The glow was soft, delicate, and entirely under his command. The butterfly circled around a few times, landing back on his hand without scorching a single surface.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, lingering on the small display of precision and artistry. He gave Harue a slow nod, then tapped at his notes. The faint scratch of pen on paper was audible only to him, but it carried weight. Another box ticked.
"Understood," Aizawa said quietly, then moved on without another word, leaving Harue standing in the clearing.
He exhaled softly, letting the heat from his quirk settle in again. The butterfly dissipated with a flick of his fingers, leaving nothing behind but the faint warmth in the air.
He looked back across the field. Momo was still at her gadgets, focused and efficient. Kirishima and Ojirou continued to clash, sweat flying with every impact. Kaminari blinked rapidly, teeth gritted, and Mina streaked across the field in a flash of pink chaos. The others were scattered, each absorbed in their own drills.
Harue's mind wandered briefly. He could push himself further, faster, more destructively if he wanted. But today he needed to conserve his strength.
So that loser man-child and his knock off boogeyman mentor learn you don't fuck with the greatest pyrokinetic quirk this world has ever seen.
Harue chuckled to himself as he then looked ahead to see that class 1-B had arrived and where staring at class 1-A in aww as they also begun to train with the order of their head teacher Vlad King to join class1-A.
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Later that day, around 4:00 p.m., Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll showed up with crates of food.
"From now on, you'll be making your own meals," Pixie-Bob said, bouncing on her heels. "No more handouts!"
Tenya immediately saw it as survival training and rallied the class to start making curry. Harue also began to help by cutting the veggies.
Just then Mina tugged at his sleeve. "Harue, help me with the fire?"
He smirked and sparked a small flame under her pot. She smiled brightly, and before anyone else could react, planted a quick kiss on his cheek. The other girls blushed, whispering among themselves. Harue only chuckled to himself. They'd probably never imagine what else we'd done, he thought, amused, as the class continued working.
Others also helped Mina, but mostly everyone was learning for themselves, chopping, stirring, and cooking. The smell of curry slowly filled the clearing.
From the corner of his eye, Harue noticed Kota standing a few meters away, arms crossed, watching silently. The boy muttered something under his breath and began walking off.
Izuku noticed immediately and sprinted after him. Harue's gaze followed, sharp and calculating.
It's starting! he thought, his eyes hardening as he awaited the chaos that was about to unfold.
End of the chapter.
(AN: yeah this is similar to canon but theres not much that I can change here but don't worry after this arc and the next things will quickly derail off canon and also do you guys want me to add the movie arcs on here? If so which ones do you want me to add or do you guys want all?.
Anyway sorry for the long break uni is just a bitch that sucks off what little free time that i have so I couldn't write anything.
Sokk out o7 )