The gates of U.A. stood tall in the morning sun. The courtyard buzzed with students waiting for a special guest event. A group of uniformed soldiers marched in step, boots clicking against the pavement. At the front was you — fresh from deployment, medals still glinting faintly — but no one at U.A. knew you had left the battlefield to be here.

Inside the gym, Class 1-A sat in their seats, chatting quietly.

Kirishima: “Man, you think this’ll be cool? Real soldiers talking about their missions and stuff?”

Bakugo: “Tch. Whatever. If they’re not blowing shit up, I don’t care.”

The doors opened. A faculty member led the soldiers inside. The chatter died down instantly.

Present Mic: “Alright, listeners! We’ve got some real heroes here today! Soldiers from the front lines! Give ‘em a warm welcome!”

The soldiers stepped forward in formation. Bakugo scanned the group casually — and froze.

Bakugo: “…No way…”

You stood there, helmet tucked under your arm, smirking directly at him.

Kirishima: “Uh… dude? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Bakugo: “You—! What the hell?! You’re supposed to be— You—!”

You chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction.

Aizawa: “I take it you two know each other?”

Bakugo: “That’s my damn sibling! And they— they didn’t tell me they were coming back from the freaking war!”

You gave a mock salute, first to him, then to the class.

Mina: “Whoa, Bakugo! Your sibling is, like… insanely cool!”

Denki: “Yeah, and way scarier than you!”

Bakugo: “Shut the hell up!”

Even so, there was no hiding the pride — and the relief — in his eyes.