Trust; bakugo x reader

Chapter 3: The Mission Starts

Finally, standing in front of the gates of UA getting ready for class to start. Other than that, when you made your first step into the school grounds as an official student through the gate, your mission has begun. Spy mode: on.

You walked inside wandering just to find your classroom. Class 1-A. Where could it be? You've been roaming around the halls for a few times now. You searched for your classroom when you stopped in front of a huge door with the sign: Class 1-A.

Should the door be THIS huge?

You put on your stoic face and opened the door. There were people talking with each other. You looked at them blankly and soon went inside to find an available seat. When you turned to the right side, you noticed a guy with explosion-shaped blonde hair with crimson eyes. He was sitting on his seat with his feet on his desk while a navy haired guy with glasses making weird robotic gestures was insulting him.

I recognize him somewhere, I think. Hmmmm. Right! He was the one who pushed me for getting in his way during the entrance exam. He even called me 'extra'. Alright, considering his first impression, I hate him.

You found a seat on the left corner at the back. You put down your bag and sat on your chair and decided to look at your classmates with a serious face. You know they're not your targets but you'll keep an eye on them just in case.

After a few minutes, a boy with messy green hair was surrounded by a few of your classmates including that girl with short brown hair from days ago.

What's up with them?

You overheard their conversation for a while.

Strong punch? O-pointer robot? Passed out? So he's the guy everybody's been talking about? Honestly, I thought he'd be a big strong guy who lost his mind. But this is okay too.

Soon after, they turned to the other side staring at the floor with eyes that looked like they saw a lizard belly-dancing or something. Then, someone suddenly stood up while the students took their seats. He went inside carrying a yellow sleeping bag and stopped in front of the teacher's desk.

Don't tell me he's our teacher.

He had long black curly hair with long bandages(?) around his neck. His whole outfit was black matching his eyes and hair. And damn he looked miserable with those eyes.

"Put these on and go outside."

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You were told to wear your PE uniforms and go outside afterwards. You wondered what you were going to do. And as expected, the other girls were wondering too.

"What do you think's gonna happen?"

"I don't know. Though I think this is too sudden."

"I think so too."

Gosh, can't these girls shut up?

After you and the rest of the girls finished changing, you met up with the boys and Mr. Aizawa on the field. Confusion took over your class' faces. You were all gathered as he began to speak, "We'll be doing a quirk assessment test."

"A quirk assessment test?" The whole class asked at the same time, confusion still didn't let go of their faces while you took off yours.

"But the orientation. We're gonna miss it." The brunette whined.

"If you want to make it to big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies."

Hmm he has a point. A big point, actually.

"Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I want." He continued.

Okay, this guy's scary.

"You've been taking standardized test for most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks on physical exams before."

I see where this is going...

He took out a device that had a list of excercises and physical tests on.

"The country is still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn." He turned to the blonde, "Bakugo, you managed to get the second most points on the entrance exam. What was your furthest softball throw in junior high?"

You and the class all turned to the blonde named Bakugo.

"67 meters." He responded. "Alright, Bakugo, try doing it again with your quirk." He gave Bakugo a softball. He took it and walked into the circle. "Anything goes just stay in the circle." Mr. Aizawa said, "Go on, you're wasting your time."

Bakugo started a few warm-ups before the throw. Then he got in to throwing position, getting ready.

"DDIIEEE!" He yelled as explosions occured on the palm of his hand as he threw the ball so high that you couldn't see where the heck it landed.

"705.2 meters." Mr. Aizawa announced. They all gasped in astonishment. Suddenly, his black eyes turned to yours.

Wait, don't tell me-

"Y/N, you had the most points on the entrance exam claiming first place. Answer the same question and hurry." All of their heads turned to you with shock expressions which made you raise an eyebrow.

What's with the faces?

"Somewhere around 58, maybe." You answered. You took the softball he handed to you. "Do the same." He instructed. You boredly walked into the circle not even planning to stretch your arms and stuff. This was way too out of your league.

You got into throwing stance while the ball was floating onto your palm. You threw the ball using just 25% of your strength. The ball flew away until it escaped your eyesight. You should go see a doctor and check your eyes these days. Your eyes can be mischievous sometimes.

"823.1 meters." Everybody looked really shocked after Mr. Aizawa measured your throw. You walked back to your spot and just stood there, feeling death glares being sent at you. Well, everybody did but hmmm... you turned your head when you caught him glaring at you.

What's with that face, Bakugo?

You only gave him a blank expression and looked back to Mr. Aizawa as he continued to talk.

"All of you need to be aware of your max capabilities, it's the most rational way of figuring out your potential."

"Cool... 823 meters." They started muttering about how high measurements both you and Bakugo had.

"I want a go, that looks like fun!" A pinkie girl exclaimed looking so excited while clapping her hands together like it's some one-chance-in-a-lifetime. "This is what I'm talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want!" Everybody else started talking enthusiastically.

Until they were stopped by a death glare and a quote coming from Mr. Aizawa, "This looks fun, huh? You have three years to become a hero. If you think it's going to be all ball games and playtime, today you will compete in eight physical test to measure your potential." His eyes narrowed more, "The person who gets the lowest scores will be expelled immediately."

You all went pale and shocked at the last sentence. 'Expelled?!' That's probably what they're thinking right now. You didn't think that was a problem. But hey, nice one, Mr. Aizawa.

This is going to be more exciting than I expected.

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