Hello there!! Here is the BONUS CHAPTER
The next milestone 2400 PS.
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Akira stood near the edge of the track, adjusting the collar of his tracksuit.
He was surprisingly wearing the standard U.A. gym uniform: the blue long-sleeved jacket with white lines forming the letters 'U' and 'A', and matching blue pants.
"I feel like a whole new person," he muttered to himself. "A very athletic, new person."
He adjusted his gloves, taking a quick puff from the pipe.
"You look weird in these clothes, Daddy," Nia whispered from his shoulder.
"You will have to get used to it, swetty," Akira said, scratching her ear.
Momo was waiting for him near the track. She was wearing the same standard uniform, though she had unzipped the jacket slightly to accommodate her creation quirk if needed. When she saw him, her eyes widened slightly.
"Wow," she noted, looking him up and down. "Would you look at that?"
Akira raised an eyebrow. "What? It's the school uniform. Everyone is wearing it."
"Exactly," Momo grinned. "I didn't expect you to actually follow the dress code, Mr. 'I like my Yutaka way too much'. I thought you'd come out here in a combat yukata or something."
"Well," Akira shrugged, stowing the pipe in his pocket. "I wouldn't ruin my own clothes by running and sweating in them. Silk is a nightmare to clean. Plus, if I burn this, the school replaces it for free."
"Sounds just like you." Momo nodded in agreement. "I approve."
"Plus," Akira added with a smirk, "I figured I should try blending in for at least five minutes before Aizawa expels me. It's called camouflage."
Momo rolled her eyes. "You? Blend in? With your clothing and Nia on your shoulder? Good luck, Mr. Shuzenji."
"Can I join the game too?" Nia asked, poking her head closer to Momo.
Momo looked at her. "Can you? Our homeroom teacher looks pretty strict."
"I am cute!" Nia protested, climbing up to perch on top of Akira's head, digging her claws into his hair for stability. "The hobo teacher will look at me once and agree! Watch me!"
Akira laughed. "Sure, sure. I'll be watching, honey."
"OI! EXTRAS!"
The peaceful atmosphere was killed.
A boy stomped toward them. He had spiky ash-blonde hair that looked like an explosion frozen in time, red eyes that twitched like someone took his candy, and a posture that screamed 'fight me right now.'
Katsuki Bakugo, Aka the boy who was placed second.
He stopped in front of Akira, invading his personal space. He glared up at him (since Akira was slightly taller), vibrating with aggression. Smoke curled from his palms.
"I don't know what kind of trick you pulled," Bakugo growled. "I don't know how the fuck you managed to get that score. But don't think for a moment that you are some sort of hot shit just because you broke some scrap metal."
He poked Akira in the chest.
"You're just a pebble in my road, get it? I'm going to crush you. I'm going to be Number One."
Nia's ears flattened. A low, vibrating growl started in her throat.
HSSSSS.
"Back off, Pomeranian!" Nia hissed, baring her small teeth. "You smell like burnt sugar and insecurity!"
Bakugo's eye twitched violently. "What did you say, you damn cat?! I'll blow you to -"
Blue flames flicked in Akira's hand, but before he could break a bone or two, Momo stepped in, looking straight at Bakugo.
"Bakugo-san," Momo said calmly, raising her hands palms out. "I don't think there is any need to be this aggressive. We are classmates, after all. We should be working together, not fighting on the first day. We haven't even started class yet."
"Shut up, Ponytail!" Bakugo snapped, sparks popping in his palms like firecrackers. "I didn't ask for your opinion! Get out of my way, or I'll blast you too!"
"Quiet."
Aizawa walked onto the field, staring at the group with bloodshot eyes that seemed to need all the sleep they could get.
"If you want to play hero," Aizawa droned, "do it on your own time. This is my time."
Bakugo froze. He clicked his tongue, glaring at Akira one last time before turning around and stomping back to the line. "Tch."
Akira watched him go, a creepy smile on his face.
"Would you look at that," Akira whispered to Momo. "Talking about blasting Nia and you. Hahahaha, isn't he a funny one?"
Momo gave him The Look. The look that said, I know what you're thinking, and don't do it.
"No," she said, looking at the flames in his hand.
"What?" Akira asked, depressing the flames.
"No."
"Come on," Akira whispered. "It's not like I will break his bone and heal it just because he talked shit? I'm not that petty."
Momo stared at him.
Nia stared at him.
"You would totally do that, Daddy," Nia noted. "We saw your hand."
Akira sighed, throwing his hands up. "You guys are ganging up on me. My own family and my best friend. Betrayal. Et tu, Brute?"
"Class 1-A," Aizawa called out, silencing the murmurs.
The students gathered around, looking at the teacher. They were all excited. This was U.A. This was the start of their dream.
"The first task for you," Aizawa announced, "will be a Quirk Apprehension Test."
"Quirk... Apprehension Test?!" the class yelled in unison.
Ochaco Uraraka raised her hand nervously. "But... what about the orientation? The entrance ceremony? Aren't we supposed to go to the hall? We'll miss the principal's speech!"
Aizawa turned his gaze on her.
"If you are going to be a hero," he said coldly, "you don't have time for such leisure events. U.A. runs on a freelance school tradition. How the teachers run their classes is up to them. We don't hold hands here."
He looked at the group, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"You kids have been doing these standard physical fitness tests since junior high, right? Grip strength, toe-touch, long-distance run, and all that. Tests where you were banned from using your quirks."
The class nodded.
Meanwhile, Akira leaned toward Momo.
"He's better than I expected," Akira whispered. "He cuts the fluff. No speeches about friendship or youth. Just hard, cold facts. I like him."
Momo nodded. "Agreed. He is much more direct. I appreciate that."
"Shuzenji," Aizawa called out suddenly.
Akira straightened up. "Here."
Aizawa tossed a softball at him.
"You finished first in the entrance exam," Aizawa stated. "What was your best result for the softball throw in junior high?"
Akira walked to the circle painted on the ground. He tossed the ball in his hand, feeling the weight.
"That would be 126 meters," Akira said casually.
The class gasped.
"126?!" Bakugo's eyes went wide. His own record without a quirk was impressive, but it wasn't that. He threw over 100 meters without a quirk? Is he a monster physically, too? Or did he cheat?
"Then try doing it with your quirk," Aizawa instructed. "You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Give it everything you've got. Don't hold back."
Akira nodded.
He reached up and plucked Nia from his head. He handed the cat to Momo.
"Hold her for a moment," Akira said. "Be good, Nia."
"I am always good!" Nia protested, snuggling into Momo's arms.
Akira stepped into the circle. He looked at the ball, then at the field that stretched out before him.
Okay, he thought.
Brute force? I could use Phoenix Drive to enhance my arm muscles and just yeet it. But that's boring. That's just super strength. Anyone can do that.
Construct?
Hmmmmm.
That sounds better.
He tossed the ball into the air.
It hung there for a second.
Akira raised his hand.
Blue Flame: Vector Quill.
A single, small blue feather manifested in the air behind the ball.
Then it shot forward.
CRACK.
The feather attached itself to the ball and flew.
The ball vanished.
It kept going. And going, until it became a speck, then nothing.
A few seconds later, Aizawa's device beeped.
He turned it around to show the class.
:::2000 meters:::
"Whoa..." Kaminari breathed.
"Two kilometers?!" Sero yelled, clutching his head. "That's insane!"
"This looks so fun!" Mina cheered, jumping up and down. "I want to try! My turn!"
"Awesome! We can use our quirks as much as we want!" another student yelled. "This is what the hero course is all about! Plus Ultra!"
The class buzzed with excitement. All of them are hyped to use their quirk freely.
Akira walked back to the group, taking Nia back from Momo.
"Fun... huh?" Aizawa muttered.
Aizawa's hair floated up slightly, and he smiled. It was not a happy one, but a creepy one.
"You have three years to become a hero. Three years to learn how to save lives. To learn how to fight villains. And you think it's all fun and games?"
He glared at them.
"Will you have an attitude like that the whole time? Will you laugh when people are dying?"
The class quieted down, sensing the seriousness.
"Alright," Aizawa said. "Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential..."
He grinned.
"And will be punished with immediate expulsion."
The class went frezy.
"HUH?!" the class screamed in unison. "EXPULSION?!"
"It's the first day!" Uraraka cried, panic in her voice. "That's not fair! That's too unreasonable! We haven't even learned anything yet!"
"Natural disasters don't care about fairness," Aizawa countered coldly. "Villains don't care about fairness. Collapsing buildings don't care if it's your first day. If you want to hang out with your friends at Mickey D's after school, you're in the wrong place. U.A. will run you through the wringer for three years."
He swept his gaze over them.
"Welcome to the Hero Course."
The students were frozen. Izuku looked like he was about to vomit. Uraraka was trembling.
Akira, however, didn't look scared.
He looked at Aizawa. He matched the teacher's smile with a small, dangerous smirk of his own.
"This guy is fun," Akira whispered. "He raises the stakes immediately. No safety net. Sink or swim."
Momo nodded, "Akira... they know he can't do that, right? He can't just expel a student on the first day."
Akira took a puff from his unlit pipe, shrugging.
"Who knows?" Akira said, watching Aizawa's eyes. "Maybe he can. Maybe he's bluffing. But looking at him... I wouldn't bet against the house. He looks like the type who enjoys firing people."
He adjusted his gloves.
"So let's not come in last, yeah?"
Momo smirked, "As if."
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