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He walked through the long hallway of the prestigious institution with the usual apathy that characterized him. The black-haired man could barely hide his exhaustion as he reluctantly made his way to oversee the practical exam for the new applicants. Finally, he arrived at a massive room equipped with screens showing students facing challenges designed to test their skills. Everyone was giving their best effort to secure their spot at UA, where Shota Aizawa, an alpha known for his strictness and excellence, taught.
This year, Aizawa was in charge of Class 1-A, which inevitably brought back memories of his former students, who were now established heroes. Although he didn’t know much about them in detail, Present Mic, his best friend and a beta, made sure to keep him updated on their achievements. Deep down, Shota felt proud to have been part of their growth, even if he rarely admitted it out loud.
“Aizawa, you’re finally here! You’re missing the best part!” Present Mic exclaimed enthusiastically, suddenly appearing beside him.
“I overslept,” the black-haired man replied, unenthusiastically.
Before he could do anything else, the exuberant beta dragged him over to a wall full of screens, where the applicants were battling training robots.
“This year’s candidates are much stronger! Some have incredible Quirks,” Present Mic commented excitedly, pointing to one of the screens. On it, a young man with dark hair used a fire Quirk to take down the robots with precision and power. “That kid reminds me a lot of Todoroki.”
“Maybe it’s because of his Quirk,” Aizawa muttered, paying more attention than he let on. The resemblance to his former student Shoto Todoroki was undeniable, and the possibility that he was his son crossed his mind.
The theory was confirmed when he overheard two teachers talking.
“Is that kid with the fire Quirk Todoroki’s son?” one of them asked.
“Yes. He passed the written exam with one of the highest scores and was recommended for his powerful Quirk,” the other replied.
Aizawa sighed, imagining the trouble he would have if the boy turned out to be as difficult to handle as his father.
In the final minutes of the exam, a gigantic robot appeared, much larger than any other. Its presence intimidated several applicants, who opted to withdraw upon realizing it wasn’t worth any points to face it. However, a spiky-haired boy with green eyes decided to take it on.
Using his explosive whip Quirk, the applicant destroyed the robot with a combination of precision and strength. His movements were calculated, wrapping the robot in the whips until it exploded in an impressive blast that echoed throughout the training ground.
“TIME’S UP!” Present Mic announced, visibly impressed by the young man’s performance.
Aizawa, on the other hand, couldn’t help but fix his gaze on the applicant. There was something about his appearance that seemed strangely familiar, and he decided to investigate.
In the applicants’ files, he found the folder he was looking for. Upon opening it, he was faced with a name that sent chills down his spine: Hikari Bakugo.
Father: Katsuki Bakugo
Mother: Izuku Midoriya
“This has to be some kind of joke…” he muttered, rereading the names over and over. Karma had arrived with a vengeance.
The young man’s Quirk was a perfect blend of his parents: explosive whips that could control the intensity of the explosions. Moreover, he had passed the written exam with the highest score and was directly recommended by Katsuki Bakugo, the number one hero, and Izuku Midoriya, the number two hero.
A week later, Aizawa tried to avoid being Hikari’s homeroom teacher, but Principal Nezu forced him to take the position. On the first day of class, he entered the 1-A classroom with a resigned sigh, only to find copies of his former students.
Among them, Hikari Bakugo stood out with his relaxed posture and impeccable uniform. He occupied the seat that used to belong to his father, but his demeanor was notably calmer.
“At least he doesn’t yell like Bakugo. Thank you, Midoriya genes,” Aizawa thought, preparing for what would be another year full of challenges.
The classroom was silent as Aizawa evaluated his new students. Although everyone seemed excited about their first day at UA, he maintained his distant and neutral attitude. With his characteristic apathy, he introduced himself briefly and explained the rules of his class:
“There is no room for mediocrity here. If you think your Quirk is enough to be a hero, you’re mistaken. Discipline and effort are the only things that will take you far.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “Now, put on your training uniforms. We’re heading to the beta field.”
The students exchanged curious and excited glances. Some had heard rumors about Aizawa’s strict methods, and others were eager to prove their worth. Hikari, however, remained impassive, his green gaze fixed straight ahead.
At the beta field, Aizawa explained they would do a physical and Quirk aptitude test. There would be no favoritism; everyone would be evaluated equally.
“The number one hero said you were a prodigy, Hikari Bakugo.” Aizawa’s eyes locked onto the young alpha, who barely raised an eyebrow at the mention of his father. “I hope you live up to it.”
Hikari simply nodded. He said nothing, but there was a defiant gleam in his eyes.
The test consisted of several stages: physical strength, endurance, Quirk control, and adaptability under pressure. The students had to face obstacles designed to test both their wits and combat skills.
When it was Hikari’s turn, Aizawa crossed his arms, watching closely. The young man began with a display of strength, using his explosive whips to destroy obstacles with surgical precision. Then, he moved to the endurance test, where he used his whips as support to move swiftly between moving platforms, avoiding falls with impressive agility.
However, during the adaptability test, Aizawa raised the difficulty. He activated a system simulating extreme conditions: strong winds, heavy rain, and a group of hostile robots attacking in random patterns.
"Let’s see if you can keep your cool under pressure," Aizawa muttered, adjusting the settings from the control booth.
Hikari faced the challenge with a mix of strategy and brute force. He used his whips to create a defensive perimeter and disarmed the robots with calculated movements. Though a few attacks grazed him, the young man remained composed throughout.
When he finished, he was covered in sweat and breathing hard, but his gaze remained firm.
Aizawa showed no immediate reaction, but internally, he was impressed. Hikari had demonstrated not only skill but also an innate ability to adapt to adverse situations—something many heroes took years to develop.
"Not bad," was all he said, his tone as neutral as ever.
Still, by the end of the day, Aizawa made a decision: he wouldn’t go easy on Hikari. If he was as talented as his parents, then he’d have to prove it time and again.
"Tomorrow, we’ll start special training for you," he informed Hikari as they left the Beta Field.
"Why me?" the young man asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you’ve got a lot to prove, Bakugo. And I’m not going to let you slack off just because your parents are the number one and two heroes."
Hikari didn’t respond, but Aizawa noticed how his jaw tightened slightly. There was no doubt the young man would accept the challenge.
The next day, Aizawa summoned Hikari before classes. On the training field, several obstacles and custom simulators awaited him.
"Today, we’re working on control and precision. Having a powerful Quirk isn’t enough. You need to refine every detail of your abilities."
Hikari nodded, ready to begin. Aizawa tested him with exercises that challenged both his strength and patience: rescue maneuvers, trap deactivations, and a simulated fight against robots programmed to explode if not neutralized properly.
Though Hikari completed most tasks successfully, Aizawa spotted some weaknesses:
"You rely too much on your whips. If someone immobilizes or neutralizes them, what will you do?" he said, stopping an exercise. "You need to learn to fight without depending on your Quirk."
Physical training began immediately afterward. Aizawa didn’t let Hikari rest, ensuring he understood the importance of versatility in combat.
At the end of the day, Hikari was exhausted but didn’t complain. Instead, he gave his teacher a determined look.
"Is that all you’ve got, sensei?" he asked, with a hint of challenge in his voice.
Aizawa couldn’t help but smile slightly.
"This is just the beginning."
Hikari quickly became the center of attention in Class 1-A, not only because of his impressive performance but also due to his demeanor. Unlike his father, Katsuki Bakugo, who had always been explosive and loud, Hikari was reserved, calculating, and spoke only when necessary. This attitude intrigued some of his classmates and sparked curiosity, while others felt wary of him.
Aizawa, on his part, continued to test the young alpha. Each day, he found new and challenging ways to push Hikari to his limits. The training was not just about improving his physical abilities and Quirk but also about assessing his temperament and leadership skills.
One day, Aizawa decided to try something different.
"Today, you won’t train alone, Bakugo," the teacher said, gesturing to the rest of Class 1-A, who were watching expectantly. "You’ll lead your team in a rescue simulation."
The test involved rescuing several "civilians" trapped in a collapsed building while dealing with obstacles and enemy robots. Hikari was designated as the team leader, causing murmurs among his classmates.
"Why does he have to be the leader?" asked one student, a boy with an earth-manipulation Quirk.
"Because I want to see how he handles the pressure. If you have a problem with that, speak up now or follow his orders," Aizawa said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Hikari calmly looked at his team. Without raising his voice, he began giving clear and direct instructions.
"You, stabilize the building’s unstable areas with your earth Quirk. You"—he pointed to a girl with a telekinesis Quirk—"handle the larger debris. The rest of you, with me. We’ll take care of the robots."
Although some hesitated initially, the confidence in Hikari’s words convinced them. The simulation began, and it quickly became clear that he had a natural talent for leadership.
The team worked together, rescuing the civilians and neutralizing the robots efficiently. Hikari demonstrated not only great strategic skills but also an unexpected ability to motivate his teammates, recognizing their strengths and using them to the team’s advantage.
When the test ended, Aizawa reviewed the results.
"Good job, team," he said before looking at Hikari. "Despite a few questionable decisions, you got everyone to work together. That’s more than I expected."
Hikari nodded silently, but Aizawa noticed the faint pride in his eyes.
That afternoon, after classes, Hikari was approached by one of his classmates—the boy who had questioned his leadership earlier.
"What makes you think you’re so special?" the boy asked, confronting him in the hallway.
Hikari looked at him indifferently.
"I don’t think I’m special. I’m just doing what I know how to do."
"You act superior, just like your father!" the other boy snapped, angry.
Hikari frowned. He disliked being compared to Katsuki Bakugo—not because he despised his father, but because he wanted to be recognized for his own merits.
Before the argument could escalate, Aizawa appeared behind them.
"Trouble, boys?" he asked in his usual tired tone, though his eyes made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate a fight.
"No, sensei," Hikari replied as the other student looked down.
Aizawa observed them for a moment before speaking.
"Bakugo, come with me."
In the faculty office, Aizawa sat at his desk while Hikari stood in front of him.
"I knew you’d attract conflict, but I thought it’d take longer."
"I didn’t mean to provoke anything, sensei," Hikari said calmly.
Aizawa sighed.
"I know. But you need to understand something, Bakugo. Being the son of the number-one hero and Deku doesn’t just give you advantages—it also puts a target on your back. There will always be someone who wants to prove they’re better than you."
Hikari nodded slowly, understanding the truth in his teacher’s words.
"It’s not just about being strong. You need to show that you deserve to be here, not because of your parents, but because of who you are."
Hikari raised his gaze, determined.
"That’s exactly what I plan to do, sensei."
Aizawa studied him for a few seconds before nodding.
"Then start by handling these situations with composure. Heroes don’t just fight villains; they also inspire confidence in those around them."
Hikari left the office with a renewed sense of purpose. He knew he had a lot to prove, but he also understood that his path wouldn’t be easy.
As Aizawa watched Hikari leave, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of expectations and concern. There was something about the boy that reminded him of both Katsuki and Izuku, but also something unique—something that made him stand out on his own.
"This year’s going to be interesting," Aizawa murmured to himself.
The weeks passed quickly, and Aizawa kept a close eye on Hikari during every training session, every test, and every interaction with his classmates. While the young Bakugo showed a remarkable ability to stay calm under pressure, his reserved nature remained a mystery to Aizawa.
One day, after an exhausting combat training session, Aizawa approached Hikari as he wiped sweat from his brow with a towel.
"Bakugo, come with me."
Hikari followed without a word to the faculty office, where Aizawa dropped into his usual chair while the young man stood silently, waiting.
"Sit down," Aizawa instructed with a gesture.
Hikari obeyed, crossing his hands over his knees and watching Aizawa with a neutral expression.
"I have to admit something," Aizawa began, leaning back in his chair. "When I found out you were the son of Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, I thought you’d be a disaster."
Hikari raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"I figured you’d have your father’s explosiveness and your mother’s stubbornness. But you’re... surprisingly calm."
Hikari allowed a faint smile to appear on his face, though it quickly disappeared.
"Sensei, I’m the most serious one in my family. My maternal grandmother always says I’m like my grandfather."
Aizawa frowned, puzzled.
"Your grandfather?"
"Yes, my mom’s father," Hikari explained, meeting Aizawa’s gaze as if trying to gauge his reaction. "I never met him, but according to my grandmother, he was reserved and calm."
For a moment, Aizawa was silent. He didn’t recall Izuku ever mentioning his father, but this gave him a new perspective.
"I guess I owe Midoriya’s genes some peace in this class," he muttered to himself, loud enough for Hikari to hear.
The young man smirked faintly but chose not to comment further.
That night, Aizawa found himself reflecting on what he had learned. He had always assumed the child of Bakugo and Midoriya would be a heightened combination of both—a loud, energetic kid with a tendency to defy orders. But Hikari was none of that. He was methodical, serious, and surprisingly introspective.
What impressed Aizawa most was how the boy handled the pressure of being the son of two of Japan’s most famous heroes. While he knew Hikari felt the weight of those expectations, he never let it show.
"Maybe he’s even stronger than he seems," Aizawa murmured before closing his eyes for the night.
A week later, Aizawa announced a new test for Class 1-A. It would be a simulation of a confrontation against a villain specially designed to exploit each student's weaknesses.
"This time, it won't be a team effort," he told them, looking at each of his students with his usual tired expression. "I want to see how you perform on your own under pressure."
Hikari was one of the last to be called. While waiting for his turn, he overheard murmurs among his classmates.
"I'm sure he'll do well. After all, he's the son of two legends."
"That doesn't mean anything. He might crumble when he's alone."
Hikari ignored the comments and entered the testing arena. In front of him appeared an imposing robot, designed to mimic the movements and strategies of a real villain.
The confrontation began with an explosion of speed from the robot, which tried to corner Hikari. But the young man kept his cool, dodging with precision and using his explosive whips to maintain his distance.
"It's like he's analyzing every move of the robot," Aizawa commented, watching from the control room.
Hikari patiently waited for the right moment to attack. When the robot made a mistake, he seized the opportunity, wrapping it up with his whips and causing a precise explosion that deactivated it completely.
When the fight ended, Aizawa couldn't help but smile slightly.
"This kid... has great potential."
At the end of the day, Aizawa found Hikari sitting alone in the academy gardens, staring at the horizon.
"Good job today."
Hikari turned his head slightly, but didn't say anything.
"You keep surprising me, Bakugo. I admit I was wrong to judge you before getting to know you."
"Thank you, sensei," Hikari replied, his tone showing sincerity.
For a moment, they both sat in silence, sharing an odd but comfortable camaraderie.
Aizawa sighed and crossed his arms.
"Just remember this: it doesn't matter who you're the child of. Here, what matters is what you do for yourself."
Hikari nodded, determined.
"I know, and I won't let anyone define me by something I'm not."
Aizawa didn't respond, but deep down, he felt a satisfaction he hadn't expected. Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different.
Time flew by, and Class 1-A was about to finish their first year at UA. Aizawa watched his students with a mixture of satisfaction and resignation. Although there were days when he felt the work was more exhausting than usual, he couldn't deny that this generation had something special. Among them, Hikari Bakugo stood out not only for his skill and leadership but also for his surprisingly calm personality.
On a quiet afternoon, after the last class, Aizawa called Hikari for a conversation.
"Bakugo, I can't help but say it again. You're still much calmer than I expected considering where you come from."
Hikari, who was putting away some papers, raised an eyebrow and gave a playful smile.
"Do you really think that, sensei?"
"I think it every time I see you work. It's like Midoriya's genes have neutralized all the chaos from your father."
Hikari chuckled and shook his head.
"Sensei, I don't think you've met my sister."
Aizawa looked at him in surprise.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah. I'm not an only child. Actually... hold on a second."
Hikari pulled out his phone and searched for a picture in the gallery. He then showed it to Aizawa. In the picture, the entire Bakugo-Midoriya family was present:
As Aizawa looked at the photo, the scene seemed to come to life in front of his eyes:
In the center were Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, hugging their children with expressions of pride and joy. Hikari stood in the middle, tall and serious as always. Beside him was his older sister, a 15-year-old girl with ash-colored, curly hair, inherited from their mother, along with red eyes and barely noticeable freckles. In front of them were the 9-year-old twins, with spiky green hair, red eyes, and prominent freckles, both wearing grins that betrayed their mischievous nature. Finally, there was the youngest, a 5-year-old girl with spiky ash-colored hair and red eyes, affectionately hugging Izuku's legs.
The image radiated warmth, though Aizawa couldn't help but notice how orderly they seemed, which struck him as... strange.
"Are they always this calm?" he asked, incredulously.
Hikari let out a laugh and shook his head.
"Wait, sensei. I have another photo that shows how they really are."
In the next image, the family was in the middle of a photoshoot. Izuku, sitting in an elegant chair with the little one on his lap, looked calm and serene, but everything else was chaos: Katsuki was yelling something behind Izuku, the twins seemed to be fighting with each other, the older sister was pointing at one of the twins with a look of annoyance, and even Hikari, who usually kept his composure, seemed to be shouting something at his father.
Aizawa blinked, trying to process what he was seeing.
"This... makes more sense."
Hikari laughed as he put the phone away.
"Yeah, sensei. Even though I seem calm, I also have my noisy side."
Aizawa sighed, dropping his head into his hand.
"Your family is more complicated than I expected."
"Well, we're the Bakugo-Midoriya family. What did you expect?" Hikari responded, amused.
The first day of the second year began without complications for Hikari. As one of the most outstanding students, he was already used to the expectations placed on him. However, that calmness didn’t extend to the first-year classroom, where Aizawa was about to face a new challenge.
When he entered the Class 1-A classroom, the scene was chaotic. At the center of it all, an alpha with spiky ash-colored hair and red eyes was shouting while trying to charge at one of her classmates. A kind-looking brunette was holding her from behind, trying to calm her down.
"LET ME GO! I'M GOING TO MAKE HER REGRET TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT!" the girl screamed, struggling.
Aizawa let his shoulders drop, exhausted just by watching.
"Natsuki Bakugo... you really are the combination I feared would arrive at this school."
The little girl, upon hearing her name, turned toward him, momentarily stopping her struggle.
"Sensei?" she asked, with the same intensity in her eyes that her father used to have.
Aizawa sighed and crossed his arms.
"Want to explain to me why you're shouting on your first day of class?"
The brunette holding her intervened.
"It wasn't her fault! She was just defending another classmate."
Natsuki crossed her arms and looked at the floor, murmuring:
"I wasn't going to let her get away with it..."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, seeing how Katsuki's temper and Izuku's determination had fused in that little figure.
"Alright, Bakugo. Go back to your seat. We'll have a long talk after class."
When Natsuki returned to her seat, Aizawa let out another sigh. He looked at the group and pulled out his notebook.
"This is going to be an... interesting year."
Meanwhile, in the second-year class, Hikari couldn't help but let out a small smile. Although he wouldn't easily admit it, he was proud of his little sister.
Aizawa, for his part, resigned himself. The cycle continued, and the Bakugo-Midoriya legacy was far from over.