The classroom was filled with murmurs as the teacher spoke about the future of his students. He mentioned that Bakugou Katsuki intended to enter the prestigious U.A. academy, specifically the hero department. As expected, Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms as his chest puffed out in pride. To him, there was no doubt: he was the only one in that damn class with what it took to get in. There was no competition, no worthy rival. He alone was destined for greatness.

However, his superior expression twisted upon hearing the next name.

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His brow immediately furrowed, his jaw tensed, and the murmurs of the class turned into uproarious laughter. You? Someone without a quirk had the audacity to believe they could step foot in U.A. as an aspiring hero? It was absurd, ridiculous.

Before you could react, an explosion echoed through the classroom. The wood of your seat cracked violently as the blast tore it apart, sending you crashing to the ground.

Bakugou leaned over you, his glare fierce, his red eyes shining with unmistakable contempt. His lips curled into a cruel sneer as he let out a mocking laugh.

“You’re worse than those damn extras.” His hands still sizzling with debris from the explosion. “You don’t even have a quirk! How the hell do you think you could be on my level?”