Class 1-A had been assigned to do a team rescue drill in pairs—something Aizawa claimed would “test coordination under pressure.” Unfortunately for both of them, Izuku and Katsuki got paired together again.

The simulation? A “collapsed” building with dummies trapped inside.

“Don’t get in my way, nerd!” Katsuki barked, already blasting himself forward through the rubble.

Izuku sighed, jogging after him. “Kacchan! You can’t just rush in—what if there’s structural dama—”

BOOM!

The ceiling caved in from one of Bakugo’s explosions, dust clouding the air. Izuku coughed, squinting through the smoke. “Exactly what I was going to say…”

Katsuki landed beside him, unbothered. “Tch. You talk too much. I already found the dummy.”

He pointed proudly to a half-buried training mannequin. Unfortunately, its head had rolled about ten feet away from its body.

Izuku stared. “…Kacchan, you blew up the victim.”

Katsuki scowled. “Shut up! They didn’t say it had to be in one piece!”