Class 1-A Games Night

Chapter 1

It was the fall. Leaves were falling, flowers were dying, grass shrivelling. It was probably the loneliest time of the year. However, despite the sudden change from a warm atmosphere to a cold one, class 1-A were never discouraged, no matter the conditions. Warm temperature, bad temperature, day, and night, scary villain attacks, Mr. Aizawa when he's mad...

Class 1-A would always put their all into everything. Of course, they were also very passionate too! Their training to be heroes, their grades in school... but this... this was different.

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"HUUUUHHHH!!?? HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT ZAPPY???" A familiar blonde boy yelled.

"I DONT KNOW MAN! I'M JUST PRESSING BUTTONS!" A yellow-haired boy with a black lightning streak shouted back.

"Guys, chill out! It's just a game!" A strict but caring boy with glasses commented.

Bakugo, Denki, and Iida were all playing Smash Bros together. It was their turn to play and they were not going to go down without a fight.

Both Bakugo and Denki turned to look at Iida, sending him deathly sharp eye daggers for what he's just said. Something that should never be said to a person passionate about their game.

Iida knocks both Bakugo and Denki off the platform and stands up to cheer.

"YES!!! IT'S JUST A GAME WHERE I BEAT YOU!!!"

The two yellow-haired boys put their controllers down and turned towards Iida once more, before pouncing at him like a predator to its prey.

"YOU SNEAKY BASTARD! HOW THE HELL DID YOU STILL HAVE ONE MORE LIFE!?" The explosive boy bellowed.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR CLASS REP!! I THOUGHT WE WERE TEAMING UP TO DEFEAT BAKUGO!??" The electric hero-in-training yelled.

"A real hero keeps the enemy's trust until the very end. Mhm." Iida nods to himself, lifting up his glasses, in a proud manner, while thrusting his arms vigorously back and forth.

"Whaaaatt..? Awh man I've been tricked..."

Silence follows Denki's comment, as small crackles make it through the silent barrier. Denki turns around slowly, not knowing what to expect, but a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek anyway.

*crackle*

*crackle* *pop*

"You....."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN TEAM UP AGAINST ME!!??? WHAT KIND OF PLAN IS THIS YOU LOSEEEERRRRS-"

*BOOM*

Bakugo launches at Denki, seemingly attempting to blow him to smithereens. Denki takes his time to sit down on the floor in a praying position. He puts his hands together and...

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry Dad-"

But before Bakugo could obliterate the praying Pikachu, a certain tightly-woven scarf catches Bakugo.

"H- hey! Let me down, damn it!"

"Ugh...* The man sighs. "Bakugo... why are you trying to blow up your own classmate... again?"

"Mr. Aizawa!" Iida and the rest of the class exclaims, except from Denki, who is still praying on the floor, hoping for a better afterlife.

Mr. Aizawa sighs as he seems Denki still on the floor. "Kaminari."

No response.

"KAMINARI."

Denki snaps out of it and looks around to see he's still alive. He looks up to the sky with hands on his chest and whispers, "Thank you, lord". The rest of the class stare blankly at this situation before them, not amused in the slightest.

Mr. Aizawa sighs and let's Bakugo go.

"Blow up this building and you'll be on clean up duty for another month." He sighs once more before he makes his way outside towards UA, for a meeting.

Bakugo scoffs and also leaves the lounge area, but instead goes upstairs, probably to take his third nap of the day.

However, this wasn't the first time this sequence of events happened. Though it wasn't exactly the same, Bakugo has surely launched at his opponent multiple times in the past while getting way too into the game...