The Radio Demon

The USJ

It was the day after the battle trials and 1a was waiting for class to start. "So what do you think we'll be doing today?" Setsuna asked Mina, Mirajane and Pyrrha as they all huddled around the metal manipulator's desk. "I don't know, but it probably wont be anything as exciting as yesterday." Mira voiced her thoughts, hands to her chin as she tried to image what could be next. "I mean yesterday was probably just to show what we should expect. All Might and the rest of the teachers will probably dial it back for a couple of days." The white haired beauty guessed with Mina and Setsuna slumping in their chairs with disappointment while Pyrrha nodded in agreement.

"I have to agree, Class 1a is known for advance and harsh training but if they keep uping the anti everyday then it would run the risk of permanently crippling their students." The red head explained with Mina and Setsuna nodding in understanding and resignation that their class were going to become slower as Pyrrha looking up in thought. "Not to mention the school might actually go bankrupt with all the damage we did yesterday." This got some laughs from the other 3 remembering how many times the building was destroyed yesterday before moving on to other topics.

While this was going on Izuku, Cherri, Hitoshi and Inasa were also talking and they were joined by Fumikage, Tsuyu, Momo and Saiko. "So all class 1b did yesterday was quirk testing with All Might?" Saiko asked with Izuku and Cherri nodded. "Yup, friend of ours is there and he told us this morning on the way here." Cherri explained With Izuku humming in agreement, though his mind was elsewhere.

Katsuki had been acting quite strange for almost an entire year now, starting around the day he got attacked by the slime villain. Ever since that day he had distracted often leaving right after school and not showing up until the next day, all under the guise of secret training. Multiple times Izuku considered following him to see what he was up to but always decided against it, figuring since the ashen haired blond never appeared with anything more then a few scrapes and bruises then it should be fine.

That all changed after school yesterday when Izuku and Cherri waited for him for half an hour before going to look for him. They eventually found him in the Recovery Girl's office resting after the youthful hero restored his broken arm.

However it was what she said next that shocked them. Figuring that since they or at least Izuku were quite close friends with the boy she felt it fine to tell them it was misusing his quirk that lead him to breaking his arm. Hearing that Izuku's mind raced through questions. What was she talking about? Did Bakugou get his Explosion quirk back? If he did when? and why didn't he say anything? Was that what he was doing for the last few months of training? Or was it a completely different quirk?

Izuku highly doubted it was a new quirk but if it were that opened an entirely new can of worms such as someone actually getting a second quirk. 'No way would Bakugou keep that to himself and even if he did or more likely Aunt Mitsuki forced him to UA would have to have known and there's no way UA could have kept it a secret for this long' Izuku had thought but before he could ask any questions Katsuki started to air forcing the two students and nurse's attention.

The ashen blonde groaned as he started to come around mumbling something about "Damn pink cheeks." before finally coming around fully. First he saw Recovery Girl which caused him to physically roll his eyes but once he saw Cherri and Izuku and the questioning looks the two no doubt had one his face, his eyes slowly widened into a panic before his eyes darted to the aged heroine as a look of terrified realization set in as his mind paced together what must have happened.

No one said a word to each other as they walked home not even when Cherri split off to head towards her home leaving the boys alone. When they reached Katsuki's house Izuku watched his oldest friend walk towards his front door before standing there. For a minute he stood there his fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly until with one final growl he threw open the door before slamming it shut ignoring his mother yelling.