Full Circle

10) Pop Quiz

Bakugo was walking the borderline between upset and angry. He had just gotten the email Nezu sent out about previous heroes coming into the first year courses for an annual Q&A between students and current heroes. And that meant he, as a current hero, and ex-Class 1A student, would be seeing his old classmates and friends earlier than he would have liked. 

Granted it had been over two years since he had so much as contacted them, but still. He didn't feel like he was ready. 

But when the first period bell rang, Bakugo knew that he would not be mentally prepared to read more excerpts from the book they had been reading in class. 

Bakugo needed an easygoing day, where he didn't need to do much work. So he found himself remaining in his desk chair, staring into the awaiting and confused gazes of his class. 

"Today, we will have a pop quiz." He deadpanned to the class. 

His sentence caused an eruption of groans to sound from the seventeen students inside his classroom. 

Rolling his eyes at the class of babies, he spoke up once more. His voice echoed over the noises of complaints the class continued to let out. 

"Oi! Do I look like the type of idiot to grade seventeen pop quizzes for fun?" 

He promptly ignored the "yes" he heard from the back of the room.

"As you know, I've given you a regimen to train with in your free time on Fridays. So today, I'm going to see your growth. Everybody, go out to the hallway." He felt himself smirk at his impromptu idea. He was so going to make this miserable for the little brats. 

Chairs scraping against the floor and confused conversations were heard as the kids trickled out from the classroom and lined up in the hallway. 

Bakugo followed, making sure to be the last one out of the classroom. Then he walked to the middle of the line and stepped back so that he was across from the whole class. 

"Here is what is going to happen. I'm going to count to fifty, and everyone in this classroom will be required to do all fifty quirkless push-ups. Then you can call it quits and get a passing grade on this quiz. However, if you so chose to continue to keep going, you will get extra points. Good? Good. Questions?" He grinned at watching some of the students shiver in fear. 

"Half-N-Half Junior. Speak." 

The monotone looking kid in front of Bakugo looked confused by the nickname, but continued with asking his question anyways. "How many extra points will the winner be receiving?" 

Apparently that was the wrong question to ask the blonde teacher, as his smirk only widened and an expression only described as a sadistic amusement flashed across his face. 

"Enough for them to not have to take the final exam." 

The competition between students was officially on. And Bakugo got front row seats at watching the class internally start a war between one another. 

In the end, Bleach Kid won. And he had reached over a hundred and twenty-seven push-ups total. The class was promptly flabbergasted as he easily surpassed a hundred. Especially since the second place winner had only gotten to seventy nine. 

Bakugo was absolutely thrilled at this child, and he had made sure to smack the sore kid on the back in appreciation of the kid's hard work. "Congrats, Bleach. You passed your final exam." 

A couple classmates were heard groaning from inside the classroom, having heard Bakugo's loud words. 

By now, the adult was in a way better mood, and ready to actually start class. 

"Okay, you all remember what I said we would do, yet haven't done yet?" He riddled the class.

Blank stares were all he got in return. Laughing, he chose to answer himself. 

"We have yet to vote. You all will need to pull out a sheet of paper and cast in your votes for who should be Class President. There is only one rule: you can't vote for yourself. Once you all are finished, fold your papers and put your votes on my desk." 

Some of the class cheered as they eagerly got out paper. But a few of them asked their buddies for extra sheets. Bakugo rolled his eyes and started working on some paperwork he had yet to finish from his Patrols. 

Not even five minutes later, all the votes were cast, and Bakugo found himself being extra dramatic as he sorted the ballots by name. 

Then he dramatically got out of his seat, the rolly chair making a loud sound as it was pushed away. His footsteps practically echoed around the silent classroom as the students stared with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"The class majority has spoken…" He glanced around the room, fully prepared to make a big deal out if this trivial class voting crap. But he was enjoying giving the class all jittery and excited over this stupid mandatory event. "...and they have chosen the new Class President as…" He could practically hear the class hold their breath. A couple students were bouncing their leg as they anxiously await. "Wait–" Bakugo looked down at the ballot of the most votes student. "Who the hell is Kenji? Is he even in this class? Did you all write down a random name or something--I'm serious!" He exclaimed after hearing the class break out in laughter. "Who the hell is Kenji??" He yelled, getting frustrated at being laughed at. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a student raise their hand, albeit while holding their stomach in laughter. 

"Mr. Bakugo," A gut laughter cut off Bleach Kid as he folded forward. "That is Kenji." He shakily pointed to Green Dye who has his face on the desk in front of him, shoulders convulsing as he tried to hold in his laughter. 

"Oh, Green Dye. Tch, why didn't you just say that?" Bakugo rolled his eyes at the class and how immature they were being over something stupid like a name. "You won," he continued, though he doubted anyone could hear him over their elongated laughing session. "Congratulations, I guess."