Hello there!! Here is today's chapter.
The milestone 700PS, can you do it?
We shall see.
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Bakugo's scream tore through the field, as he rolled around clutching his broken arm.
The class went dead silent. The excitement of Izuku's throw was gone, replaced by the horrifying scene of a boy with broken bones.
Akira stood there, the blue flame hammer dissipating into wisps.
He didn't look like a student who had just assaulted a classmate; he looked like a gardener who had just pruned a weed.
Akira looked at Aizawa.
The homeroom teacher was staring back at him. His hair was floating, defying gravity. His eyes were glowing red.
The capture scarf around his neck was hovering like a cobra ready to strike. It was a look that could kill — a look that promised paperwork, detention, expulsion, and possibly a very long, very unpleasant conversation with the police.
"He was going to attack another student," Akira said calmly, raising his arm as if to surrender, though his eyes remained defiant. "I intervened. Prevention is better than cure. Basic hero protocol."
"And the solution for that," Aizawa said, his voice dry and dangerous, "was to break his leg and an arm? That is excessive force, Shuzenji. You are a student, not an executioner. You escalated a shouting match into a hospital visit."
"In my defense," Akira shrugged, taking a puff from his unlit pipe, "I can heal him in ten seconds. So, no permanent harm done. Net zero damage. It's an efficient lesson."
He then pointed at his clothes.
"And as you can see, I am not in my comfy yukata. My 'mental instability' kicked in. The stress of the environment, the aggression earlier... it triggered a defensive response. I have a doctor's note for that, as you already know."
Aizawa stared at him for a long moment and looked at the boy who spoke like a lawyer and fought like a villain.
Aizawa sighed. He rubbed his eyes, the red glow fading as his hair fell back down.
"Make sure something like this does not happen again, Shuzenji," Aizawa warned, his capture scarf lowering slightly. "Is that understood? 'Medical exemption' or not, there are lines you do not cross. If you cross them again, I will expel you faster than you can blink."
Akira calmly took another puff.
"Understood, Sensei."
"Now heal him," Aizawa ordered, gesturing to Bakugo. "We have more tests to finish, we are wasting time. Every second spent on this drama is a second you aren't training."
Akira nodded. He walked over to where Bakugo was struggling to sit up.
Bakugo looked up at him. His eyes were wild with pain and humiliation.
Tears of rage were mixing with the dust on his face. He tried to spark an explosion in his good hand, but he was too weak for that.
"Don't touch me," Bakugo growled. "I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."
Akira ignored him. He knelt down, his shadow falling over the blonde boy, blocking out the sun.
"Hold still," Akira whispered.
He placed his hand on Bakugo's shattered arm.
Soft, cool blue flames erupted from Akira's palm. They wrapped around the broken limb, seeping into the skin like water.
Bakugo gasped. The pain vanished instantly, replaced by a numbing cold. He watched, eyes wide, as his arm snapped back into alignment, but with no pain. The bruising faded. The swelling went down. The skin knit itself together.
Akira moved to the leg. He repeated the process. In seconds, the damage was erased.
But Akira didn't pull away immediately.
He kept his hand on Bakugo's shoulder. He leaned in close.
The blue flames on his hand flickered. For a split second, they turned into a deep shade of red.
Heat radiated into Bakugo's shoulder. It wasn't enough to burn the skin, but it was enough to trigger every pain receptor in the area.
Bakugo's breath hitched. He opened his mouth to yell.
"Shhh," Akira hissed, his voice dropping to a register that only Bakugo could hear.
"This will be the first and the last time I tell you," Akira whispered, his voice devoid of the playful sarcasm he used with the teachers. This was the voice of Akira's true face. This was the voice of the boy who had glassed a canyon.
"You talk shit to Nia, or you threaten Momo... I will break you. I won't just snap a bone. I will break you a hundred times. And I will heal you a hundred times. I will make you pray for a quirkless life."
He squeezed the shoulder, the heat spiking.
"Nod if you understand."
Bakugo stared at him. He saw the red burning eyes, along with the absolute lack of hesitation. For the first time in his life, Katsuki Bakugo looked into the eyes of someone he couldn't bully. Someone he couldn't blast. Someone bigger, meaner, and darker than him.
He swallowed hard. The crazy stare vanished from his eyes, replaced by a flicker of genuine survival instinct.
He nodded.
Akira smiled. The heat vanished.
"Then we got no issues," Akira said brightly, patting the shoulder he had just threatened to melt.
"All done!"
Akira stood up and offered a hand. Bakugo ignored it, scrambling to his feet on his own. He rubbed his arm, looking at it as if it belonged to someone else.
Akira walked back to Aizawa.
"Did my job, Sensei," Akira reported. "Good as new. Better, actually. I fixed a micro-fracture he had from previous overuse. He should thank me."
Aizawa grunted. "Get back in line."
Akira walked over to Momo and Nia.
They were both giving him The Look.
"What?" Akira asked, feigning innocence.
Momo sighed, shaking her head. Her arms were crossed over her chest. "You know how petty you are?"
"What did I do? I saved the green-head," Akira corrected.
"You broke his leg," Nia pointed out from Momo's shoulder. "That was mean, Daddy. But also kinda cool."
Momo gave the look to Nia, too. He ears dropped, and she gave Akira the look.
"Sorry, Daddy." She whispered, then said, "Momo is right, that was wrong."
Akira shook his head, My daughter has left me.
He sighed. "You guys are no fun. I was establishing a hierarchy. Packs need leaders."
"You were acting like a child," Momo said, though she handed him his water bottle. "A very dangerous child with a god complex."
"No idea what you're talking about," Akira said, taking a sip. "I am a model student. Ask Nezu."
Momo rolled her eyes as Nia giggled.
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The tests continued.
Test 6: Sit-Ups.
Akira didn't use Phoenix Drive. He just did them. His base physical stats were enough to place him in the top three without quirks.
Momo created a complex counter-weight system to help her momentum, turning herself into a perpetual motion machine.
Bakugo did them angrily, exploding into the upright position each time, trying to vent his frustration.
Test 8: Long Distance Run.
Akira used his wings to glide a few inches off the ground, conserving energy while moving faster than the runners. He looked bored, checking his nails as he lapped Kaminari for the third time.
After a few more minutes, the test was completed.
The students gathered around Aizawa, waiting for the results.
"Alright," Aizawa said, putting away his stopwatch. "Time for the results."
He pulled out a remote control.
"The total scores are simply the aggregate of each of your numbers. It's a waste of time to explain the grading process verbally, so I'll just show you."
He clicked the button.
A holographic scoreboard projected into the air.
1. Akira Shuzenji
2. Momo Yaoyorozu
3. Shoto Todoroki
4. Katsuki Bakugo
5. Tenya Iida ...
The names scrolled down.
20. Izuku Midoriya.
The green-haired boy stood frozen, staring at his name. His face was pale.
"I... I'm last..." Izuku whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
The reality of expulsion settled over the class. Uraraka looked like she was about to cry for him.
Aizawa watched them. He let the despair linger for a few seconds.
Then, he grinned.
"By the way," Aizawa said casually, "I was lying about the expulsion."
The class froze.
"HUH?!" everyone yelled in unison. "WHAT?!"
"It was a logical ruse," Aizawa explained, his smile widening into something genuinely creepy. "It was necessary to draw out the upper limits of your potential. If you thought you were safe, you wouldn't have tried as hard."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" the class screamed again.
"Of course it was a lie," Momo said. "It should have been obvious if you thought about it. U.A. wouldn't expel a student on the first day without a disciplinary hearing. The paperwork alone would be prohibitive."
The class turned to look at her.
"I didn't notice at all!" Mina yelled. "I was so terrified!"
"That was a little nerve-wracking," Jiro admitted, clutching her hands. "I thought I was done for!"
Akira leaned toward Momo.
"You didn't know," he whispered.
Momo blushed slightly. "I... I had a hunch."
"You were shaking," Akira pointed out. "Your hands were trembling."
"Shut up," she hissed.
Akira giggled, This is fun.
Aizawa turned away, dismissing the drama.
"With this, we are done," he said. "There are handouts with the curriculum and other documents in the classroom. When you get back, look them over."
He started to walk away, then stopped.
"Midoriya."
Izuku jumped. "Y-Yes, sir!"
Aizawa walked up to him and handed him a slip of paper.
"Have Recovery Girl fix you up. Tomorrow's is going to be tougher. Don't be late."
He then looked at Bakugo, who was standing alone, staring at the ground, nursing his healed arm.
"Bakugo. Go with him. Get that arm checked again just to be sure. Shuzenji's quirk is potent, but I want to be sure. We don't take chances with health."
He looked at Akira one last time before walking away.
The class began to disperse, the tension breaking into chatter as they headed back to the changing rooms.
Izuku sighed heavily, clutching his broken finger. "I survived... somehow."
"You did good," Uraraka cheered him on. "That throw was amazing! You really showed them!"
Momo watched Izuku and Bakugo walking toward the main building and turned to Akira.
"You could have healed him, you know," she whispered. "Midoriya. His finger is broken."
Akira adjusted his collar, placing Nia back on his shoulder.
"Well," Akira said simply. "He didn't ask."
Momo frowned. "He's hurt, and is a classmate."
"And?" Akira asked. "Do I heal everyone who gets a boo-boo without them asking. Besides..."
He looked at Izuku's back.
"He needs to learn that power has a cost. If I erase the cost every time, he'll never learn to control it. Pain is a good teacher. It teaches you limits."
Momo stared at him. Then sighed, shaking her head.
"I hate when you make sense," she muttered. "It's annoying."
Akira laughed.
"Spoken like a true Yaoyorozu," he teased. "Come on. Let's go home. I promised Nia the premium tuna if I got first place."
"And I promised to help you eat it!" Nia cheered.
"You promised no such thing," Akira said. "But sure."
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Yup here it is, a little show towards MC's grayish side.
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