Imagine Book 2

Mentorship- Aizawa x Bakugou (Boku no Hero Academia)

As requested by RcMmCr! Male Y/N

"Another Mentor?"

The early morning sun cast long shadows across U.A.'s training grounds as Aizawa stood before an increasingly agitated Bakugo Katsuki. The explosive teen's hands were jammed deep in his pockets, a telltale sign he was trying to keep his quirk in check.

"With all due respect, Sensei," Bakugo ground out, clearly struggling to maintain any semblance of respect, "I don't need another damn mentor. I've already worked with Best Jeanist."

Aizawa's tired eyes narrowed slightly. "And yet here you are, still struggling with the same issues. Your technical skills are exceptional, Bakugo, but your approach to heroics remains fundamentally flawed."

"HAH?" Bakugo's hands emerged from his pockets, small explosions crackling between his fingers. "I'm at the top of the class in combat training!"

"And near the bottom in civilian rescue scenarios," Aizawa countered flatly. "Your aggression makes civilians uncomfortable. You're still treating every situation like a battle to be won rather than people to be saved."

Before Bakugo could launch into another protest, a new voice cut through the morning air.

"So this is the problem child you mentioned, Eraser?"

Both teacher and student turned to see a figure approaching from the direction of the main building. He moved with a predator's grace, numerous scars visible on his exposed arms and what could be seen of his chest through his modified hero costume. His wind-manipulation support items glinted in the early light, and his white hair shifted in the breeze.

"Y/N," Aizawa nodded in greeting. "Thank you for coming."

Bakugo's eyes narrowed as he sized up the newcomer. The pro hero before him had a reputation that preceded him – the Wind Blade Hero: Tempest. Known for being as fierce as the storms he could create, but also recognized as one of the most effective rescue specialists in the field.

"Tch. You're the one who worked that massive evacuation during the tsunami last year," Bakugo said, his tone somewhere between accusatory and grudgingly impressed.

Y/N's scarred face split into a sharp grin. "And you're the kid who won the Sports Festival by beating the shit out of his opponents and looking like he wanted to murder everyone in the stadium."

"You got a problem with that?" Bakugo snarled.

"Actually, yeah, I do." Y/N's grin never wavered, but his eyes hardened. "Because that kind of mindset is exactly what gets civilians killed in crisis situations. They need to trust heroes, not fear them."

"I don't need some scarred-up extra telling me how to be a hero!" Bakugo snapped, his palms smoking.

In a blur of movement that even Aizawa found impressive, Y/N closed the distance between himself and Bakugo. The pro hero's hand shot out, grabbing Bakugo's wrist and forcing it upward just as an explosion detonated. The blast harmlessly dispersed into the air.

"Each of these scars," Y/N said quietly, his grip unwavering despite Bakugo's struggles, "came from protecting someone. From putting myself between civilians and danger. Can you say the same about any of your burns, kid?"

Bakugo froze, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. But there was something different in his expression now – a flicker of understanding, perhaps.

"Aizawa tells me you have the potential to be one of the greatest heroes of your generation," Y/N continued, releasing Bakugo's wrist. "But right now, you're so focused on proving your strength that you're missing the point of what that strength is for."