All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
Bakugo entered for the first time, what would be like his second home from now on and for the next four years, the class taught by Professor Iruka Umuno. The ash-blond boy stood with his hands in his pockets, next to the teacher's lectern. There were 26 children in the class, and with a few exceptions, everyone was talking loudly, almost shouting, with their small groups of friends, ignoring Professor Iruka, who had been asking for silence for over a minute.
"Kids, kids. Can I have your attention for a second?" Iruka pleaded, waving his hands. A vein on the goat's forehead began to bulge, seeing that they were once again ignoring him. "SHUT UP FOR THE HELL OF TIME!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
The shriek had the desired effect Iruka desired. Everyone immediately fell silent. They finally noticed Bakugo's presence. The children whispered, asking if anyone knew the blond man standing next to Iruka-sensei. The only one who did was Sasuke, who remained silent, closely watching Bakugo's every move.
"Dear students, meet your new classmate, Katsuki Bakugo," Iruka announced. "Do you have anything you want to say so we can get to know you better, Katsuki?"
"Tsk," Bakugo muttered. "If you value your identity, you better not call me by my first name. That includes you, Mr. Scar," Bakugo said, challenging Iruka.
"Another problem student," Iruka thought, a drop appearing on the back of his neck.
"Anything else you'd like to say?" Iruka said with a nervous smile.
"I swear..." all the children looked at him expectantly, especially Sasuke. "...that I will be the Fifth Hokage." Bakugo concluded his speech.
Sasuke's heart and that of a blond boy, who resembled the Yondaime, skipped a beat at Bakugo's words.
"Hey Naruto! That kid is just like you! He wants to be the Godaime too!" a fat kid whispered into the blond kid's ear.
—The only one who's going to be the Godaime here is me, dattebayo (yes indeed)!—Naruto shouted in response to Bakugo's declaration of intent.
"Dattebayo?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, confused. "I hope for your sake you didn't insult me, gas can!" he said, referring to Naruto's orange clothing.
"Bakugo, sit in that free spot and stop causing trouble!" Iruka ordered, pointing to a spot in the back of the classroom in a corner.
"Tsk," Bakugo muttered, but still obeyed without question.
During his walk from the professor's lectern to his seat, a multitude of whispers fluttered throughout the classroom.
—Do you think he'll be stronger than Naruto and Sasuke?—
—Yes. Impossible.—
—Those red eyes... they scare me a lot. —
—I want to see how strong he is...—
—We'll see it in action tomorrow. —
Bakugo decided to ignore his new classmates' comments. Still with his hands in his pockets, he took his seat and put his feet up on the table, just as he usually did back in his school days at Musutafu.
His seat faced the wall on his right; on his left was a girl with short hair, two long strands of hair and a straight bang, dark blue and white skin. But the most distinctive feature of her appearance was her eyes. Her irises ranged in color from white to violet, and she had no pupil.
Bakugo glanced at his classmate out of the corner of his eye. Feeling watched, she looked at her desk and began fiddling with her fingers, incredibly nervous.
"Welcome Bakugo-kun..." the girl stammered. "My name is Hinata Hyuga."
"What do I care what your name is, weird eyes?" Bakugo said without turning his head. His attention was on the blond who raised his voice at him and on Sasuke, who were sitting in the rows in front of him.
"Strange eyes?" Hinata thought, embarrassed, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I ... ummm ... I'm sorry ... Bakugo-kun," stammered Hinata.
"And now why are you asking for forgiveness, weird eyes?" Bakugo asked, annoyed by the girl's weakness.
—I... er... I...—Hinata was going to say sorry again, but she stopped, not wanting to piss off the ash blonde any further.
Bakugo's first day of school wasn't much different from any other in his old world. Math, science, history, writing... Everything was pretty normal except for the fact that those subjects were specifically applied to the shinobi world. So our little protagonist, despite his intelligence, was as lost as an octopus in a garage. He didn't show it during class, as his pride prevented him from asking useful questions so as not to look stupid.
"Well, that's the end of the class. You can go home." The children hurriedly gathered their things and shouted to each other. "Remember, tomorrow we'll have practical classes in Ninjutsu and Genjutsu!" Iruka shouted to make himself heard, since the students were already thinking about playing during the afternoon.
—Genjutsu... Ninjustu... —Bakugo thought, raising an eyebrow. —What the hell does that mean?—
He didn't give it another thought and stood up from his desk; he'd figure it out tomorrow. He and Sasuke were the last to leave the classroom. Bakugo, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to chat with the Uchiha alone, approached the dark-haired boy.
"Sasu..." Bakugo tried to start the conversation, but Sasuke hit him with his shoulder and walked past.
"Ignore me, loser," Sasuke said tersely. "Forget we were ever anything more than acquaintances. If you really want to be Hokage, you can't afford to waste your time talking to me at your low level. Just like I can't waste my time with losers like you if I want to achieve my goal. Focus on your path, and I'll focus on mine."
Sasuke left the classroom without another word. Bakugo chose not to stop him, as Sasuke's words, though harsh, were true. Still, Bakugo never liked the dark-haired boy. His only connection to him was Mikoto, and the guilt he felt for not being able to do anything against Itachi. It would be better to follow Sasuke's advice, each going their own way, and not force an awkward conversation.
Already outside the academy grounds, Bakugo saw Naruto waiting for him with his arms crossed.
"What do you want, a gas cylinder?" Bakugo asked, annoyed with Naruto because he still didn't know what dattebayo meant.
"Otoosan has told me a lot about you, Bakugo," Naruto said, studying the ash-blonde's reaction. "He's the Yondaime," Naruto clarified, seeing the confusion on Bakugo's face.
Bakugo didn't understand many of the words used in this world (the Japanese ones). However, he did recognize some from hearing them so often, such as otoosan, okaasan, konoha, Hokage, and Yondaime. So he understood that this boy was the son of Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage.
"So you're the old man's son, huh?" Bakugo said, narrowing his eyes.
"Tomorrow in class, I'll prove that the only one who's going to become the success of otoosan is me, dattebayo," Naruto stated with conviction.
"Ha," Bakugo smirked, "Don't come crying to the old man when he beats you up in class, gas can."
He walked past Naruto and headed to the training area where he had been practicing for the last week after asking the Hokage to enroll him in the academy.
"But that'll be tomorrow. Now we have to have fun, dattebayo," Naruto said with a genuine smile. "Do you want to play with Choji, Kiba, Shikamaru, and me?"
"Fuck you, gas canister," Bakugo said, his eyes closed and his hands in his pockets, without even turning around. "And while you're at it, when you get home, tell the old man to fuck him too!" he shouted so he could be heard, as he was getting further and further away from Naruto.
Naruto was waving his arms in the distance and insulting Bakugo, but he was already so far away from the ash-blond that the latter couldn't hear him.
Pls give me power stones :D