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Shota is Going to Commit Arson

Summary:

“I want to see Bakugo and Midoriya’s files.”

Shota finally gets the chance to look into Bakugo and Midoriya's backgrounds--and he really doesn't like what he finds.

Also known as: Shota and Nedzu are going to destroy Aldera and make Bakugo face consequences for his actions.

Notes:

Here. We. Go! We finally have the point where Shota goes to Aldera to investigate! As you can see, this is a two-chaptered fic, and most of the student tags come into play in the next one. But retribution is on the horizon~

TW: Most of the Aldera principal's rant about Midoriya is discriminatory, just a warning.

Happy reading!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Aldera

Summary:

"I want to see Bakugo and Midoriya's files."

Shota finally gets the chance to look into Bakugo and Midoriya's backgrounds--and he really doesn't like what he finds.

Also known as: Shota and Nedzu are going to destroy Aldera and make Bakugo face consequences for his actions.

Notes:

Here. We. Go! We finally have the point where Shota goes to Aldera to investigate! As you can see, this is a two-chaptered fic, and most of the student tags come into play in the next one. But retribution is on the horizon~

TW: Most of the Aldera principal's rant about Midoriya is discriminatory, just a warning.

Happy reading!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

 

Shota watched Bakugo accost Midoriya with barely contained fury. But, as Midoriya requested, he did not interfere and he let the greenette deal with it.

 

(Granted, the expression on Bakugo’s face when Midoriya shook him off and used his given name was immensely entertaining.)

 

However, what really caught his attention was Bakugo’s comment about ‘beating’ the idea of Quirkless people being weak into Midoriya. As soon as the final bell rang, he headed up to Nedzu’s office.

“I want to see Bakugo and Midoriya’s files.”

“Of course, Aizawa-kun,” Nedzu said placidly, though the mammal’s eyes glinted dangerously. He handed over the key to the record room and waved a paw. “Do let me know if I need to arrange any meetings.”

“Got it.” He gripped the key tightly in his fist and left the room without another word. 

The files were easy enough to find, and he took both of them back to the teacher’s lounge. He photocopied the contents of both and returned the originals to the record room. This way, he could destroy the copies when he was done and had taken all the notes he needed. It also meant he could take the copies home, since the original files had to stay at the school.

He could tell just from looking at the first few pages that this was going to take a while; and he was not going to like what he found.

He decided to start with Bakugo’s file, since it was thinner. His grades were stellar—not much of a surprise, Bakugo was an excellent student academically. What really drew his attention were the teachers’ comments. Every single one of them sang Bakguo’s praises; calling him a ‘model pupil’, ‘respectful’, ‘always jumping to help his peers’, and ‘well behaved’.

Midoriya’s file, by contrast, was a solid 20 centimeters thick*. His grades were barely passing—which did not match with the dedicated student he’d seen in his class since day one—and the comments were outright spiteful. They said Midoriya was ‘difficult’, ‘always picking fights’, ‘an attention-seeker’, and an all-around distraction. 

In other words, it was like the files had been switched. 

 

“What’s got you frowning like that, Kitten?”

He shot a heatless glare at his husband.

“No pet names at school, Hizashi. But to answer your question, I’m looking at Bakugo and Midoriya’s files.” He grunted. “From the looks of this, I’m going to need to get some answers from the Aldera staff. Unless Midoriya and Bakugo swapped personalities before UA, then there are a lot of lies in these files.”

And he had a feeling that he knew exactly why.

He pulled out his phone with a sigh, mourning the loss of some of his limited free time as he sent a text to Nedzu.

 

(Caterpillar): I need a meeting with the principal of Aldera Junior High.

(Rat Satan): Consider it done.

 

                                                                                                                ****

 

His first impression of Aldera Junior High left something to be desired. The building was old, with flaking paint and tarnish on the metal fixtures. It had probably been white at first, but now the paint was a dingy gray. The pavement outside was cracked and choked with weeds, and several of the windows were smudged.

The man waiting at the door—most likely the principal—matched the school perfectly. He had a tweed suit and his hair was combed over in an attempt to conceal a bald spot. Thin, wire-rimmed spectacles perched on the man’s nose, and as soon as the man caught sight of him, a bright, customer-service smile appeared on his face and he bowed deeply.

“Ah, you must be the representative from UA!” The man rose from the bow and stuck out his hand for a handshake. “I’m Higa Taro; it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir!”

“Yes. . .a pleasure.” He bowed as shallowly as he could, but did not return the handshake. Eventually, Higa got the message and lowered his hand.

“So, what brings you to our fine school. . .I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Aizawa.” There was no way in hell this man would know him by anything other than his surname. “I came here to learn a bit more about the two first years that came from Aldera.”

“Ah yes!” Higa brightened. “Please follow me, we can talk more comfortably in my office.”

Higa led him into the school, prattling on about the achievements made by their alumni—including Bakugo’s acceptance into UA. Not once did the man mention Midoriya. 

I’m not liking this at all.

The inside of the school matched the outside rather perfectly—the lockers were old and dented, bits of gum were on the walls and the ceiling—somehow—and there were several places where the plaster was falling away.

As they passed by the main office, two large boards caught his eye and he paused to take a closer look. One was a photo board of students on the honor roll, and the other held pictures of honored alumni. Both featured a large photograph of Bakugo Katsuki.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the photo. Bakugo was smirking arrogantly, one hand held up and sparking with small explosions. 

I see I’ll need to look into illegal Quirk use. . .

He looked over the two boards until he finally saw Midoriya’s photo on the honored alumni board. It was less than half the size of Bakugo’s photo and tucked away in the corner, as if they were trying to make Midoriya invisible—which, now that he thought about it, was probably the case. In the picture, Midoriya was smiling nervously, one hand clamped on his shoulder. When he leaned in closer, he realized—with no small amount of fury—that Midoriya’s eyes were red like he’d been crying, and his uniform looked tattered.

Or burnt. . .

“Ah, Aizawa-san?. . .”

Right, he had to interrogate a principal. Lovely.

“Coming.” He turned from the boards—taking a few subtle pictures with his phone as he did—and followed the principal into a small, cramped office. Just like the rest of the school, it had clearly seen better days. He settled into the uncomfortable chair in front of the desk as Higa sat behind it. As soon as he was seated, Higa leaned back in his seat and folded his hands over his stomach.

“So, what did you want to know, Aizawa-san?”

“I came to make inquiries about Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku. They are the first two students from Aldera, and they have consistently stood out from their peers in the Hero Course.” Let the principal take that how he would. “I wanted to see what might have contributed to that, and their junior high school seemed like a reasonable place to start.”

Higa immediately perked up and smiled brightly—with just a hint of smugness. Intriguing.

“Ah yes! We were all so pleased when Bakugo-kun made it into UA, although I can’t say we were surprised. He’s a very ‘Plus Ultra’ student, isn’t he?” The principal winked exaggeratedly before continuing. “And such a perfect Quirk for heroics, too; really, he was a shoo-in.”

He tilted his head, never looking away from Higa—who, much to his satisfaction, was starting to fidget in place. 

“Can you tell me your impressions of Bakugo as a student and as a peer?”

Higa didn’t hesitate, bursting into a long speech praising Bakugo—everything from his Quirk to his ‘kind and helpful personality’ to his ‘leadership skills’. It was frankly horrifying.

No wonder Bakugo’s ego is as large as it is. 

Finally, he lost patience with the incessant hero worship of his least heroic student and held up a hand for silence.

“What about Midoriya Izuku?”

Higa’s face twisted.

“Well. . .I must say, everyone was rather surprised that Midoriya made it into UA. He was never. . .well, he never showed much of what could be considered heroic nature. Or even the drive to succeed, considering his grades.”

Midoriya, not heroic? Not driven? He’d never heard such bullshit in his life. But who was he to keep the principal from digging himself a deeper grave?

“Could you elaborate on that?” he asked, his voice turning silky and honey-sweet in a way that told even the most foolhardy that they needed to either run or prepare for the worst. However, Higa was apparently a new breed of stupid; he didn’t even hesitate to nod and start talking again.

“Midoriya has always been a bit of a troublesome child. He was undoubtedly jealous of our Quirked students, especially Bakugo; Bakugo was his most frequent target, after all.” Higa shook his head slowly. 

He raised an eyebrow, willing his Quirk to remain inert.

“He targeted Bakugo?”

“Oh, yes! Midoriya was always picking fights with other students and then trying to pin the blame on them. He was a very unmotivated student; it’s a miracle he managed to pass his classes. And he constantly acted out in an attempt to get attention.”

Well, not a single word of that drivel was true. Midoriya loathed attention; shied away from it like it would burn him—which was most likely true, all things considered. Midoriya avoided conflicts at all costs unless it was in defense of another. And the greenette had some of the best grades in class.

By now, he had more than enough evidence of discrimination, but there was one more thing he wanted Higa to admit.

“Why would he be jealous of the Quirked students?”

Higa let out a heavy sigh, although Shota could hear the undercurrent of smugness. The bastard probably thought that he was about to expose Midoriya’s deepest secret.

Joke’s on him.

“You see, Aizawa-san, Midoriya was Quirkless!”

“Oh?” He left the question open, and Higa took the bait.

“Yes, he was Quirkless from the day he entered this school to the day he left. I’ve no idea how he managed to fake a Quirk in the Sports Festival, but I can assure you, it’s not natural.”

He supposed that Higa was partially correct, in that Midoriya’s Quirk hadn’t been his originally, but everything else he said was horrendously wrong and he was going to enjoy bursting his bubble.

He leaned forward, smiling sweetly and revelling in the shudder that went through the pathetic excuse of an educator. It seemed that Higa finally recognized that at some point during the interview, he had said something horribly wrong.

“Well, that’s all I needed to hear. Of course, it would have been nice if it wasn’t all complete drivel, but we can’t all get what we want. Now.” His smile widened into its ‘logical ruse’ form. “Allow me to inform you of something. Bakugo is the single most uncooperative, aggressive, and egotistical student I’ve ever taught, and it’s clear that your institution is partially to blame for that by how you’ve all catered to his pride. You’ve set him back substantially. But perhaps even worse, you have absolutely failed Midoriya.” His smile fell and he glared at the principal, letting his Quirk flare. “Midoriya is a dedicated, compassionate, and clever student and a fine hero. Bakugo has potential, but until his attitude improves, he will be nothing but another Endeavor, and we really don’t need another of that man.” He got to his feet, still glaring down at the cowering man. “Now then, you’ve given me lots of things to investigate. Expect an email from Nedzu asking for your security camera tapes from the past three years, as well as all incident reports involving Midoriya Izuku and/or Bakugo Katsuki. I recommend you do as he says. UA has very good lawyers.” He straightened up and headed for the door. “I’ll show myself out.”

He stalked through the halls, getting his Quirk back under control. As soon as he was outside, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and shut off the audio recording, sending the file to Nedzu. The Rat would jump at the chance to destroy another corrupt school.

He might even get a raise for bringing the school to his boss’s attention.

 

* About 7.87 inches

 

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed! See you for the next chapter!

Chapter 2: Bakugo

Notes:

Here we go!

TW: broken bones, fighting? (They're re-doing Battle Trials, so. . .)

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

 

“Ah. . .Sho?”

He grunted in acknowledgement and glanced up from his computer. Nedzu had emailed him all of the footage from Aldera’s security cameras and copies of the incident reports, along with a request to go through them and ‘correct any inconsistencies’. 

There were a lot of inconsistencies.

“What exactly are you doing?”

He groaned and finally looked up at his husband.

“Let’s just say that my main Problem Child’s Quirk came in late. Like, entrance-exam late,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “And his junior high school was extremely Quirkist. I recently learned that Bakugo was his main bully, so I went to Aldera to get the tapes and figure out what actually went on.” He scowled at the incident report. “So far, every report I’ve read has been altered in Bakugo’s favor; they completely contradict the security footage. And there’s so many .”

Hizashi hummed and sat on the couch next to him.

“You know, that clears up a lot of things about the little listener. Do you want some help going through the paperwork?”

. . .He absolutely adored his husband.

“ Please. If I do this all by myself, I will commit arson.”

Hizashi chuckled and took one of the incident reports.

“Well, we can’t have that.” He scanned the report, his smile falling off his face as he read. “Oh my.”

“Yeah.” He sighed heavily and set the computer on the coffee table so they could both watch. “Which one did you grab?”

“Ah— ‘Midoriya showed up late to class with a torn uniform and bloody scratches on his face. He was reprimanded for tardiness and for being so unkempt and was sent to the nurse to change and clean up.’ What the hell?!”

“Yeah, that was my reaction.” He huffed and flicked through the footage. “What was the date of that one. . .? Ah, here it is.” He handed a pen to his husband. “Strike it out and write what actually happened.”

“Got it.”

They worked in silence for a bit, then Hizashi suddenly let loose with several extremely creative swears. Shota snapped his head up in alarm, then sighed as he saw what provoked the reaction.

“Yeah. . .that’s the fourth time it’s happened so far?”

Hizashi sputtered, pointing from him to the computer screen, which was playing a clip of several kids laying spider lilies on Midoriya’s desk.

“F-F- Fourth time?! Sho—”

“I know, ‘Zashi.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I hate it too. But if we get this done, then we should have enough evidence to destroy the entire school district.” He laid a hand on his husband’s wrist and squeezed. “Also, I’m getting Midoriya into therapy. I promise.”

“Good.” Hizashi took a few deep breaths until he regained his composure, then picked up another incident report. “I get the feeling that Shinso will be moving up to your class sooner than expected.”

“Oh, most definitely.” He glared at the security feed on the computer. “Bakugo won’t become a hero like this. He needs a major attitude change if he even wants to be considered for transferring back in. Hell, I’m heavily considering outright expelling him.”

“No kidding.” Hizashi hummed as he struck through another page. “When will you transfer him?”

“Once we’ve got enough evidence. I might need an in-class incident as well.” He grunted and took a sip of his long-cold coffee. “Given the way he’s been glaring at Midoriya, I have a feeling that’ll be sooner rather than later. I just hope it won’t be too destructive.”

 

                                                                                                               ****

 

This was bound to end in disaster.

“Alright, Hell Class,” he said, hiding his nerves behind a practiced air of boredom. “We’ll be doing the Battle Trials from the first week—which should not have happened that early—to see how you’ve improved. You’ll be in the same teams as before. However, this time, I expect to see serious improvements. You’ve all had experience fighting villains, and you know more about indoor combat and building safety, so no more destroyed buildings, understood?” He waited for their assent before continuing. “Go get in your costumes and meet at Training Ground Beta. Midoriya, your costume is still undergoing modification, so just wear one of your spares for today.”

“Yes, sensei.” Midoriya looked disappointed, which was understandable—he and Majima’s problem child had a lot of fun the day before; coming up with suitable modifications to his hero costume that would make it more suitable for Underground or Twilight heroics, but even Hatsume couldn’t churn out a fully kitted, functional, and —proof costume on such short notice; especially since he was ninety percent sure she was adding her gadgets to it.

That’ll be fun to figure out.

As the kids trickled out with their costume cases, he tapped Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Hold back one moment, will you?”

“Sure?” Midoriya moved out of the path of the door and leaned against the wall as the rest of his Hell Class left the room. “What did you need, Sensei?”

“I just wanted to check; are you sure you’re alright fighting Bakugo?” When he’d seen the footage from the first battle trial, he’d nearly burst a blood vessel. “I have seen how he’s been treating you lately.”

“I’ll be alright, I think.” Then Midoriya smirked. “Besides, I really want to beat him for once.”

That was fair. 

“Alright, but I will stop the battle if it looks to be getting out of hand.”

“Of course, sensei.” Midoriya bowed briefly, and he snorted.

“Go change, Problem Child.”

“Yes sensei!” Midoriya grabbed his old case and dashed out of the room. He sighed fondly and rolled his eyes, then headed for the vents.

Let’s see how this goes, then.

To his satisfaction, several of his students were already in the viewing room, fully costumed and either talking strategy or waiting for their teammate to come in. They’d made progress.

He slithered out of the vents and landed silently on the floor, surprising one or two of the students. He hid his chuckle in his capture scarf and loped to the control panel. One by one, he checked that the cameras and microphones in the training ground were all operational and would give him a good sense of what was happening below. Everything seemed to be in order, but he deployed two drones to circle the building just in case, and preemptively sent a request to Recovery Girl for two med-bots. With any luck, they would remain on standby, but better safe than sorry.

By the time he was satisfied that the Battle Trials would be as safe as he could make them, the rest of his hellspawn had arrived and already split into their teams. He nodded approvingly and clapped once to grab their attention.

“We’re going in the same order as before, however, the roles will be flipped. First up are Midoriya and Uraraka as the defending team versus Bakugo and Ida as the attacking team. You have five minutes to discuss strategy and the trial will last fifteen minutes. Go.”

He handed out earpieces as the four students left the viewing room, then took his place by the cameras and tuned in to the earpieces.

Let’s see how their strategies have changed since last time.

Midoriya and Uraraka had found the bomb room and were poking around. Then he watched Midoriya turn to Uraraka.

“Uraraka can you make the bomb weightless and turn it on its side?”

“Sure, Deku-kun!” Uraraka tapped the bomb with all five fingers and it floated up, bumping the ceiling. With some adjustment, they managed to lay it lengthwise along the ceiling, and Midoriya pulled some duct tape out of a pocket of his costume. With quick motions, he taped the bomb to the ceiling and dusted off his hands.

“People don’t often think to look up. If we hide in the room with the bomb, then with any luck they’ll skip right past us.”

A logical strategy. Some of his other students looked confused at the very non-confrontational approach, but they didn’t speak up with any protests or complaints.

Very good.

Then he tuned back in as he heard Uraraka’s question.

“Where would we hide, though?”

Izuku grinned, thin and sharp.

“In the crates, of course! Keep your breathing nice and quiet, and don’t move; and we might just fool them! If not. . .” Midoriya reached into another pocket and pulled out a bag of ball bearings. “Just make these weightless and throw them like there’s no tomorrow. I have a couple of other battle plans too. . .”

He raised an eyebrow. Midoriya must have added a few things to his suit while he was waiting for his new one. 

Much as he hated to leave Uraraka and Midoriya’s discourse, he did need to check in on Bakugo and Ida. So he switched the cameras and mics to where they were standing. . .and immediately facepalmed. 

“I believe it would be wisest if we stayed together—”

“Oh shut up, Engines! I don’t give a fuck what you do, just stay out of my way while I hunt down the shitty Deku!”

“Bakugo! That is extremely disrespectful!”

“You think I care?! I’m going to find that nerd and beat him into the ground so he’ll finally figure out that he’s not meant to be a hero like me!”

He groaned, but made a note to send the recording to Nedzu. Behind him, he could hear confused murmurs, and when he peeked back, the so-called ‘Bakusquad’ looked. . .very awkward. Meanwhile, a tiny flame was flickering along Todoroki’s left eyebrow while small ice crystals manifested around his right eye.

Whoo boy. . .

His phone suddenly buzzed, and he turned to his own microphone.

“Your planning time is up. Attack team, you may enter the building. Remember, no severe injury and keep the collateral damage down.”

Bakugo immediately blasted the door down and stormed in, screaming.

He facepalmed once again, groaning loudly.

“I told him not to do that. . .” Then, into the microphone, “Bakugo, what did I just say about collateral damage?!”

Bakugo growled, but stopped blowing up everything in his vicinity. Small victories. 

He watched with the rest of his students as Bakugo and Ida started going through the building, floor by floor. Now that he wasn’t blowing everything up, Bakugo was thorough, moving things around in each room and hunting for either the bomb or Midoriya and/or Uraraka. By the second floor, he and Ida had established a pattern: Ida would take the right side and Bakugo the left; then they would switch and go over the other’s area. It was a viable strategy—although Bakugo’s constant growling and snarling would have alerted his opponents in a real situation.

Eventually, they came to the bomb room. Ida searched it first, pushing aside crates and hunting for the bomb. However, he never once looked up. He didn’t even notice how the bomb cast an odd shadow on the floor. 

He made a quick note on his pad.

So more lessons on observation and analyzing one’s surroundings. . .

Suddenly, a shout from one of his students—it sounded like Ashido—made him snap his head back to the cameras. Midoriya had erupted from his crate and jumped Ida. The greenette pinned the armor-clad teen, pulled off his helmet, slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth, and wrapped him up tightly in capture tape. Then Uraraka popped out and removed Ida’s gravity. Together, they bundled Ida into another crate and shut it, nudging it to the back; then they got back into their own crates. The whole thing took less than two minutes.

“Ida Tenya has been captured.” He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. On the cameras, Bakugo shouted in incoherent rage before stomping to the other side of the building. He began blowing open doors, then turning each room inside out. 

When Bakugo got to the actual bomb room, he stormed in and immediately started tearing the crates apart. He sighed and marked down Bakugo’s score again.

He’s going to hurt someone soon.

The third crate Bakugo got his hands on contained Uraraka. As soon as he pulled a board aside, she kicked out and hit him in the shin, jumping to her feet and getting into a fighting stance. Bakugo immediately aimed a hand at her, though the blond teen was clearly favoring one leg.

“Why you—!”

Before Bakugo could finish his sentence, Uraraka stuck her hand into the bag of ball bearings and pulled out a handful; tossing them at Bakugo. The blond started swatting them away, growling—which gave Midoriya a chance to jump out of his crate and dash forward, tripping Bakugo up. 

Bakugo exploded—both figuratively and literally—and got to his feet, shooting an explosion at Midoriya and clipping him in the shoulder. Midoriya just resumed his stance.

“YOU DAMNED DEKU! STAY DOWN ALREADY!” Bakugo’s hands went to the grenades on his arms and Shota scrambled for the mic.

“Bakugo, do not fire those grenades. You’ll kill everyone in the building.”

“He can dodge, can’t he?!”

“Bakugo—!”

CRACK. CRACK.

Bakugo screamed in pain as Midoriya dropped the plank. The blond’s arms fell limp, hanging at odd angles. Uraraka had clapped a hand to her mouth, and Midoriya looked oddly blank.

Then the greenette started talking.

“. . .Still trying to beat me down, Bakugo?” Midoriya’s voice was soft, but in the absolute silence of the viewing room, it was still easy to hear. “You know, I hoped that you would change your mind about the Quirkless. . .you’ve seen what I’m capable of. . .but you still don’t believe that I’m anything but a pebble in your path, do you? You’re even willing to aim those grenades at me, at point-blank range.” Midoriya shook his head slowly, grabbing the capture tape and wrapping Bakugo’s legs. “I’m tired of trying to prove myself to you.”

He grabbed the mic.

“Bakugo Katsuki has been captured. Defense team wins. Ida, Midoriya, and Uraraka, come to the viewing room. Bakugo, head to the med-bots; they’ll take you to Recovery Girl.”

Before leaving, Midoriya turned and walked over to the crate they’d put Ida in, opening it and untying his friend. Bakugo ignored them all and staggered outside on his own. 

As soon as Bakugo was outside, one of the med-bots arrived and Ida forced the blond onto a stretcher. Midoriya and Uraraka waited at the tunnel entrance, then headed up with Ida while the bots trundled away.

When they entered the viewing room, a heavy silence fell over the space. He sighed heavily and turned to the three students.

“Ida, Uraraka, are you two alright? No injuries?”

“No, Sensei.”

“I sustained a few bruises, but nothing serious!”

“Good. Midoriya, I understand why you broke Bakugo’s arms, but hold off from that much force in the future during training exercises, alright?”

“Yes, sir.” Midoriya’s expression was still closed off, which was. . .concerning, to say the least. But there wasn’t much he could do in the middle of class. However. . .

“Todoroki, take Midoriya to Recovery Girl to get that burn treated. If you’ve still got the energy after healing, Midoriya, you can come back, but don’t push yourself. Todoroki, come back once he’s all healed up.”

“Yes, Sensei.” Todoroki gently took Midoriya’s uninjured arm and led him out of the viewing room. 

Well, that happened. I’m definitely going to have to call the Bakugos now, aren’t I?

That’ll be a fun conversation. . .

“Well, now that that’s over, I’ll do a quick debrief and you can fill in Midoriya and Bakugo when they return. Ida, your strategy was good, but pay attention to shadows. You might have found the bomb that way. And Uraraka, good job working with your partner, but don’t be afraid to speak up with your own ideas too.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Understood, Sensei!”

“Good. Next group, you’re up, but go into the building next to the first one. And for Kami’s sake, try not to damage it so badly this time.”

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed! Next installment, we finally see Katsuki's consequences!

See you then!

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