Katsuki didn't go out for the rest of the week and avoided class 1-A if he could help it. He did chat with the squad sometimes and he actually texted Deku to tell him the taser worked nicely. He had it on him now as well, even if he was surrounded by people he trusted to never lay a hand on him.
"Welcome back, Bakugou" Aizawa spoke, standing in front of the entrance of the main school building. Katsuki could see the construction of the dormitories from here, seeing most of them were already built. UA wasn't wasting any time on this thing, were they?
"We reviewed your submission papers. Honestly, I am a little surprised with your choice. I didn't think you were interested in joining the support course" his former homeroom teacher spoke.
"But your preliminary test checked out, so you can take the admission test if you wish to"The preliminary test was more of a formality, really. Send in together with his submission to join another course. He sent them blueprints of some of his older projects that he and his mom used to work on to convince the school he was being serious about it. Katsuki didn't think it was strange to switch to the support course, seeing as his mom had also done it and both his parents were in the business. He'd been surrounded by hero suits and support items his whole life and he couldn't imagine it any other way.
Originally, he wanted his parents to work for him when he became a hero. But plans change and after a long talk about his future, he decided he wanted to join the business and work with them instead. He hadn't told anyone about it yet, knowing UA set high standards and joining the support course in the middle of the year won't be easy.
He'll have to prove his worth in this admission test and if he failed... Well, he didn't want people to know it if he didn't get into his first choice. He was still Bakugou Katsuki after all. Failing wasn't an option. Yet he was nervous, something he never was before. Now that he knew what it felt like to be calm and relaxed the difference in pressure was immense.
"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" the ash blonde sighed, looking at Aizawa sensei.
"Alright, let's head inside. You'll take a theoretical test first. After that you'll be given a practical problem and access to the workshop" the pro hero explained. Katsuki nodded along as he followed the black ray of sunshine through the halls.His feet traced the familiar path as his eyes trailed towards the giant windows that covered one side of the hallway. You could see all the way down the mountain from here. See some of the training grounds too. Most of them were behind the school building though. Katsuki almost didn't stop as they arrived at the classroom, his feet wanting to walk all the way down towards 1-A instead of resting at the door of 1-F.
Well, he better get used to it because this class was the one he hoped to get access to soon enough.
"If you succeed then this will be your homeroom class" Aizawa explained further, opening the door. The classroom was almost an exact replica of his old classroom, which was to be expected."Ah, you're here"
Katsuki looked down a little to see Power Loader, one of the teachers. He'd never actually talked to the guy before, only seen him around in the hallway. He did know he was involved in the support course a lot, so that would explain why he was here.
"Power Loader is the homeroom teacher of class 1-F, he'll be the one to take your examination" Aizawa stated, now looking at his colleague.
"I'll be in the teacher's lounge if you need anything"
With that he left, leaving Power Loader in charge of the ash blonde teen."I heard about what happened with your quirk... I'm truly sorry" the man stated.
"Isn't your fault" Katsuki mumbled, glancing aside. He didn't like talking about what happened. It brought up all those bad memories again. Of him suffering, feeling like he could collapse any moment as the villains closed in on him. Of how he was tied to a chair, cuffed and muted.
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FanficHe was famished, dehydrated and he had no way to defend himself. Things were looking bleak, to say the least. He wobbled on his feet as he took a step back, his eyes wide as they glanced between the villains that tried to restrain him and the fight...