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Akira paused for a moment before answering honestly, "It wasn't exactly demolition. I just used my Quirk to turn the building into sand."
Aizawa shot him a tired look, clearly unimpressed. "Sure, just *turning a whole building into sand*. You make it sound like it's nothing," he muttered dryly.
With a sigh, Aizawa shook his head. "Putting aside your modesty—or lack thereof—turning an entire building into sand is far beyond normal restraint. Anyway, if there's nothing else, change back into your uniforms and return to the classroom."
Not waiting for a reply, Aizawa stuffed his hands into his pockets and shuffled off, mumbling under his breath about All Might needing to keep better track of time.
As soon as Aizawa was out of sight, Akira found himself surrounded by his classmates, their eyes filled with awe and excitement.
"That was awesome, Akira! I mean, turning an entire building into sand? That's so manly!" Kirishima said, slapping his chest with a wide grin. "I'm Kirishima Eijiro, by the way."
Akira offered a polite smile, trying to keep up with the sudden onslaught of attention. The introductions were coming fast, and he wasn't sure he could remember all their names right away.
"Uh… thanks," Akira replied, his tone awkward but genuine.
Kirishima laughed heartily. "No need to be so humble! You were amazing!"
Ashido Mina chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement. "Seriously, your Quirk is incredible! You made it look so easy, taking on three people at once. You must train, like, *all the time*!"
Even Iida, ever the stickler for rules, gave Akira an approving nod. "Your control over your Quirk is impressive. It's clear you've dedicated significant time to refining your abilities."
Nearby, Shoto Todoroki stood quietly, also surrounded by classmates who praised his performance. Unlike Akira, Shoto remained stoic, responding with brief, polite comments.
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Meanwhile, in the Changing Room
Bakugo walked toward the changing room alone, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his expression unreadable. Midoriya, hesitant but determined, followed close behind.
"Kacchan, are you okay?" Midoriya asked cautiously.
Bakugo stopped abruptly, turning to face him. His face was blank, an unusual look for someone so quick to anger.
After a long pause, Bakugo finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "You have a Quirk now, don't you?"
Midoriya froze, caught off guard by the question. "Uh… I…"
"Don't lie to me," Bakugo growled, his tone growing sharper.
Midoriya took a deep breath. "Yes, I have a Quirk. But it wasn't mine originally. It was given to me. I can't say who gave it to me, but it's the truth."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're saying someone *gave* you a Quirk? Do you take me for an idiot?"
"I swear, Kacchan, I'm telling the truth!" Midoriya insisted.
Bakugo stared at him for a moment, his jaw tight with tension. Finally, he spoke again. "What's your connection to Akira?"
"Akira?" Midoriya repeated, startled by the sudden shift.
"Yeah. How do you know him?"
"We haven't known each other for long," Midoriya admitted. "He helped me train before the entrance exam. If it weren't for him, I don't think I'd have made it into U.A."
Bakugo's expression darkened. "So, all that progress you made—it's thanks to him?"
Midoriya nodded reluctantly.
Bakugo said nothing more. Turning on his heel, he resumed walking, his mood heavy with frustration and self-doubt. He knew he had fallen behind. Akira, Shoto, and even Midoriya—each of them had surpassed him in ways he couldn't ignore.
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Back in the Classroom
The final lesson of the day was coming to a close.
Aizawa emerged from his sleeping bag, his expression as tired as ever. "Before school ends, I need to inform you all about something important."
The class quieted, sensing the seriousness in his tone.
"When you go home today, try to stay inside. For those who live near Fashion Square, avoid walking along Laughing Road."
"Why?" Yaoyorozu Momo asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"Is there another villain attack?" Mineta stammered, already trembling at the thought.
Aizawa nodded. "Yes. A criminal gang has been spotted in Fashion Square. There's a significant number of them, so the situation is dangerous. Stay away from the area until we receive confirmation that the threat has been neutralized."
The students murmured among themselves, a mix of fear and curiosity spreading through the room.
Mineta's face turned pale. "Fashion Square is near my house… this is bad…"
Akira frowned. Miyagawa's office wasn't far from Fashion Square. Were these criminals unaware of its proximity to such a significant agency, or was this part of something larger?
"Could it be…?" Akira muttered to himself, recalling the wanted criminal, Ishimura, from before. He quickly dismissed the idea—it didn't seem likely.
"Anyway," Aizawa continued, "just be careful. That's all."
With that, he grabbed his sleeping bag and began walking out the door. But just as he reached the threshold, he turned back.
"Oh, Akira. All Might wants to see you. Head to the office after this."
Akira nodded, packing up his things and preparing to leave.
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At the School Gate
As students began leaving U.A., two unshaven men lingered near the gate, their eyes scanning the crowd.
When they spotted Bakugo, they hurried over to him.
"Excuse me, are you Bakugo Katsuki?" one of them asked in a soft voice.
Bakugo scowled, immediately suspicious. "Who's asking?"
The man smiled awkwardly. "Oh, I'm your uncle, and this is your second uncle."
Bakugo blinked. "…What?"