𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓: bnha

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𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 filtered through the classroom windows, casting a golden hue over the assembled students of Class 1-A. Aizawa stood at the front of the room, his perpetually tired eyes scanning the room as he went through the morning announcements. His droning voice was a steady background noise, punctuated by the occasional rustle of paper or murmur of a student.

The door slid open with a soft click, and all eyes turned as Achilles, sauntered in. He was half an hour late, but nobody would have guessd it by his relaxed demeanor. An iced coffee dangled from his fingers, and his motorcycle helmet swung lazily in the other hand. His golden eyes sparkled mischievously under the fringe of his ash blond hair, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Fujisaki, you are late." Aizawa's voice cut through the room like a knife, his tone devoid of amusement.

Achilles raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Good morning to you too, Aizawa." He replied smoothly, his voice dripping with charm.

Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is the first week of school, Fujisaki. Try to take it seriously."

"Come on. It's just homeroom." Achilles countered, taking a lazy sip of his coffee. "Besides, you wouldn't want me to miss out on the morning announcements, would you?"

The class watched the exchange with varying degrees of interest. Some were amused, others exasperated. Bakugo snorted derisively, muttering something about pretty boys under his breath. While Midoriya, ever the observer, scribbled something in his notebook, eyes darting between Achilles and Aizawa.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "This is the third time this week. If you can't take being a hero seriously, perhaps you should reconsider your career choice."

Achilles winked, strolling towards his seat with an exaggerated swagger. "Whatever you say."

As he passed by, several students couldn't help but stare. Ashido leaned over to whisper to Kirishima. "Can you believe him? He's so... bold."

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, but you gotta admit, he's got style."

Achilles dropped into the seat next to Todoroki, who had been silently watching the exchange. "Morning, bestie." Achilles greeted.

Todoroki gave a small nod. "You're late."

Achilles shrugged, unfazed. "Fashionably late, Shoto. There's a difference."

"One day, it might get you into trouble." Todoroki replied, his voice calm but with a hint of concern.

Achilles leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he took another sip of his coffee. "Trouble? Me? Nah, I always land on my feet."

Aizawa continued with the announcements, though his gaze occasionally flicked towards Achilles with barely concealed irritation. He knew all too well that beneath the flirtatious exterior lay a mind that was calculating and cold, a waste of potential in his eyes.

"Alright, that's all for today." Aizawa finally announced. "Get ready for your next class."

As the students began to stir and gather their things, Achilles turned to Todoroki with a grin. "So, what's the plan for today, my icy friend?"

Todoroki glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. "Training, obviously."

Achilles sighed dramatically. "Training, training, training. It's like they think we want to be heroes or something."