Prodigies - My Hero Academia

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The start of a new week means early morning training. With this being the first day back after a week of no classes with Aizawa, the professor felt it necessary to push his students to make up for lost time. Sore, exhausted heroes in training had to continue trudging through an exceedingly long day. Eager to jump out of their seats when witnessing the clock nearing 17:00, most students' minds wander and disregard the teacher's final statement. 

"I'm sure you've all noticed the media coverage over U.A. this last week. Since this hit, know that eyes will be on you for awhile. Be on your best behavior and within another week the news will have a new story to leech on. Class dismissed. Akechi stay." The professor's gaze flashes to the back of the room, finding the seat of an anxious freshman. 

Students pack and file out of the room, Bakugo being the first to slide open the door to a scathing crowd. 

"What the hell?" He scowls, raising his voice to the numerous sets of eyes. "What are you staring at? Get out of my way!"

A figure shifts through the crowd, speaking up in a sarcastic tone. "So this is Class 1-A? I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass." Purple hair, noticeable dark circles, and a quick wit, this student's passive aggressive nature creates turmoil and further disruption. "Sad to come here and find out it's just full of egomaniacs."

"Tch." Bakugo steps into the hall, pushing his way through the space. "Move, you goddamn extras!"

Kirishima sprints after, "Bakugo, wait up!"

Exiting in small groups or single file, each hero has a tough time avoiding the crowd. As requested, the winged student stays behind and roams cautiously to his professor's desk. 

"Who are your parents?" Aizawa immediately interrogates, eyes fixed on noticing every detail of the student's body language.

"Uh.."

"You don't know. Not shocking, considering Fukuda has the resources to make that happen." The professor leans back in his seat, "How well do you know that family?"

Keiji blinks, this time refraining from hesitation when answering. "I only know Febe."

Aizawa pauses, waiting for a sign of deception or dishonesty, but never receiving one. A growth of impatience only constructin a stern quality to his response, "..you're dismissed."

"Wha-"

"Get out." he orders. 

***

CHOP. CHOP.

An irritable Bakugo slices through vegetables with haste. Knife hitting the cutting board with obvious aggression. Prepping portions for dinner is nothing out of the ordinary. One could argue this practice alleviates his stress more often than causes it. However, tonight is different and an ebullient red head is quick to notice. 

Body leaning against the counter, "Hey man, you're chopping those vegetables a little more aggressively than usual. What's on your mind?"

Not caring to stop cutting, nor even look away from his task, "My mind is on how Akechi is acting so weird. First some girl shows up and claims to have known him forever. He starts sneaking around and doing everything she says. That's bullshit, right?"

Kirishima's eyebrows raise, "Oh you mean Fukuda? I don't know, dude, she seems pretty harmless. If it's bugging you so much, why don't you ask him?"

"I already did! The bastard had no words and ran away!"

"Well did you ask nicely?" The sudden pause and silence is all he needed to know the answer. "Maybe consider that next time you ask for something."

Bakugo sets down the utensil to walk off and rinse more produce. "Oh shut up."