A Lucky One

7

Initially, Bakugo had thought that sooner or later he was going to have to undergo a bunch of group training simulations to help with his cooperation skills. And based on Aizawa's critiques, Bakugo had a nasty habit of either leaving others or allowing himself to be left and eventually move on his own. Which was 'not necessarily a bad thing', according to Bakugo when asked himself by the teacher.

"Yes, but you're going to need more than that if you wanna be a hero that save people."

Bakugo snapped like he did per usual. However, it seems that this time he said something that made Aizawa give enough of a reaction to frown. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't?"

The man knew that Bakugo, like most of the citizens left in the country, had fallen and killed all hope of heroes. He could not blame the boy for that. But it made teaching difficult when a student that you expected to give their all has lost enough hope to try.

He knew this. It was definite fact from the very beginning. Since the day they met, more percisely. And yet he was still surprised. Saddened. Guilt-ridden for having to force someone to fight for something they dont believe in.

But they didn't have a choice.

Over time, their numbers have done nothing but diminish. And with no more hero schools to give rise to potential heroes, they had no choice but to seek help from anyone available. Especially, mind you, if they had talent. Even if they weren't willing.

"That's enough for today." Aizawa turned to leave the grounds. Head lowered, clothes in much more of a mess that he would've prefered. "Come back at exactly the same time tomorrow and be prepared. You wont be only fighting me this time."

After seeing this reaction, Bakugo considered that he might've went overboard. Knowing how despite everything, the heroes have never stopped trying. But in the end he scoffed the thought away. If they can't handle a little criticism then it's no wonder that all the heroes have done 'till now was lose.

Soon afterwards, he took his leave and retired back to his room. Ironically though, despite it negative views, he took no time to delay meeting Aizawa again back to the training grounds the next day.

I'm punctual, that's all. He kept telling himself.

When he arrived he was greeted by not only Aizawa, but a few other familiar faces.

A crowd of students in their pe uniforms stood behind Aizawa with serious expressions plastered on their faces. Some looked deapad. Others bilious. But mostly, crestfallen like they usually were. There were seven of them in total.

Some of them, he knew by now, like Kaminari and Kirishima, whom have been constantly bugging him whenever they have the opportunity to pass by one another in the main building. They're occasionally a group of three, but one of them had apparently left on a Search and Rescue mission.

He was only slightly familiar with a few however. He knew what they looked like, and have only ever heard a few particulars about them, but have never really held a proper conversation with. He recognized one of them as Shinso, who was part of the Eraserhead's Search and Rescure team where he would be soon. Then there was Todoroki. Honestly, very few don't know who he is considering the whole ordeal with his father being the number one hero and his brother being the right hand man of Japan's number one villain. And another was Monoma, a blonde, whom - he found - especially loud and annoying.

The rest, he barely knew. Maybe passed by them enough to know their face, but never one found anything about them to be note-worthy.

Aizawa stood at the front, "You're late."

"Look at the damn time, old man. There's still two minutes."

"You should've arrived earlier then since we have no time to waste." He turned and went on with the introductions - which was merely him telling Bakugo that they were heroes and Aizawa telling the heroes that he was not - then he scowled at all of them, "Get to know each other."