Full Circle

2) Familiar Doors

Bakugo sighed, walking down the corridor of UA. His heavily booted footsteps were loud as his feet sounded against the hard floors. He was dressed in a more formal hero suit, one that was better suited for agility rather than a full-force attack. 

His hair was back in his iconic workout bandana, showcasing the scar that was ever so prominent on his face. The discolored skin was on his cheekbone but small ridges and cracks trailed towards his nose, temple, and jaw. He had gotten it from a villain years ago, among other, worse scars. 

No longer was his skin as unblemished as it was when he first began his journey. 

Long gone were the happy days of Class 1A. 

And yet he found himself standing right outside the same doors as he had been many years ago. He slowly reached out a hand to touch the door. Its smoothness felt different now that callouses graced his hands. He let out a shaky breath before pushing open the door and slowly taking in his surroundings. 

He was immediately met with the sight of two students standing on a set of desks that were next to each other by the windows.

"--ON TOP OF THE WORLD!"

"-AYE!"

"I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD–" 

It didn't take long for Bakugo to realize that the two hooligans screaming at the top of their lungs were identical twins. 

And a third student was attempting to yell at them to get down off the chairs. 

If Glasses were here, he would pat this kid on the back, thought Bakugo fondly. But he quickly got rid of that fondness as he remembered what happened. 

Silently, he began his trek to his desk in the corner of the room. A few days ago, he had "decorated" the new teaching space. He had added a computer, a binder for notes, plus some school necessities for his students. He had taken up Aizawa's gift of an orange sleeping bag, which was in its spot in a cubby under his desk.

He had grown especially close with said hero a year or so ago. 

He sat in his desk seat quietly, and resumed watching the class for a couple more minutes. He saw a small group of  students in the back of the room, talking freely and calmly to one another. He liked them already.

Another kid was watching the twins and Glasses-incarnate from a safe spot in the opposite corner. 

Half-n-Half Junior. 

A child was sleeping at their desk already, snoozing away peacefully. 

Eyebags reincarnate.  

A couple sets of footprints became known near the door, followed by voices. "--happy they lifted Commission's band on quirkless heros!" 

"Me too, idiot, but I already knew they would." 

Bakugo froze. That conversation sounded oddly familiar. He slowly turned his gaze towards the door, fast enough to be able to see the two teenagers entering the room. 

Green hair bounced, an excited air filling the room as a smile bloomed on the teen's face. A small gap between the front and second incisors--a tell-tale characteristics of his face. The skin around his eyes folded as his smile showed a full grin. Small freckles splattered across his face, from years of being out in the sun without protection--yet four darker moles decorated each cheek in a diamond shape. "Kacchan! I just know we can be heroes together–"

Bakugo blinked slowly, shaking his head ever so softly as if the action would dispel the memory. 

Instead, he focused back on the two individuals who had fully entered his classroom. One was tall and lanky, at least a couple inches taller than his counterpart. His hair was obviously dyed multiple shades of teal and green--the brown roots showing at least two centimeters from his scalp. 

The second boy was shorter with a slightly more muscular build. Unlike his friend, the shorter one had not dyed his hair. Still, his hair was clearly not naturally blonde, meaning bleach was the culprit. 

Bakugo grimaced at the two, feeling like a third perspective of a memory. Deja vu hit him like a bulldozer, leaving him stuck in place. 

It wasn't until the first bell rang, that he exited his stupor. He immediately found himself standing up, only to be met with a couple gasps. "You're Dynamight!" An excited voice echoed from a seat near the windows. 

Bakugo glanced at the bleach-haired boy before continuing his walk to the podium. Clearing his throat, he began. "As some of you have obviously stated, I am indeed Pro-Hero Dynamight. And you all are Class 1A. I hope you realize you have a target on your backs, villains will use your carelessness to get rid of you before you reach yiur goal of becoming a hero. So I expect you all to be smart in your choices, I don't deal with stupidity well." He said, wrapping up his "Idiot's Introduction to Class 1-A." 

He looked around the room, noticing a couple seats were empty. Smiling to himself, he made sure to take note of the three open spaces. 

A couple hands had shot up in the air, including the now seated identical twins, bleach boy, and Glasses-reincarnate. 

Bakugo ignored them, opting to talk more. 

"I am your homeroom teacher, but I also will be introducing a new mandatory study. In it we will be reading an autobiography, and discussing his life--during this, I expect you all to remain mature as this book will contain sensitive topics. And ultimately, if you goof off or make stupid comments, I will not hesitate to expel you on the spot." He made eye contact with all seventeen students, watching as some squirmed under his gaze. Bakugo felt a small sadistic glee beginning to form as he started his new job. 

No wonder Aizawa liked it so much. 

He then looked directly in Iida-reincarnate's eyes. "I do allow cursing within the classroom, but make it creative. I grade on a point scale of improvement mentally and physically--heroics requires a delicate balance of both. If you make a witty insult or curse without cursing, you get bonus points. No repeats, no lame insults. This classroom isn't meant to be restrictive." 

The glee he felt watching Glasses gape at him felt unimaginably amazing. Yes, he was going to have fun.