At Aldera Junior High, lunchtime in the cafeteria was filled with the usual hustle and bustle. Bakugo sat at a table surrounded by his two lackeys, who were eagerly chatting away about something that didn’t seem important to him. He was barely listening, his fiery glare fixed on the other students around the room. The cafeteria was alive with the sound of clattering trays, laughter, and the murmur of conversations as everyone enjoyed their break.

The other students were scattered around the large space, some sitting with friends, others alone, and a few enjoying their food in silence. It was a typical middle school lunchtime. Some groups were laughing loudly, while others were deep in conversation, their voices mixing together into a constant background hum. In one corner, a group of girls giggled, while a few tables away, some boys played a game of cards.

Despite the noise and activity, Bakugo remained unimpressed, his usual scowl firmly in place. His lackeys continued to talk, oblivious to his lack of interest. To them, it was just another ordinary lunch hour at Aldera Junior High, but Bakugo wasn’t one to get lost in idle chatter.