The next morning was a bit more chaotic. The group was due to have a couple of photoshoots at around one, along with an interview of sorts. Which of course had everyone excited. It was something to get them ready for when they officially became pro-heroes, so they'd already know what to expect when they're asked to do similar things. An exercise if you will, or how Aizawa put it,"An exercise to humble the teens in the near future".
No one minded, because, despite the name, they'd still be able to wear nice clothing, get asked a million questions on how they got to where they were, and why. Pretty much just a whole segment on them and them only! And it'd be broadcast around all of Japan?! Hell yeah!
Obviously, Aizawa knew this was just stroking their egos even more. Especially knowing how some would get praise just for their rise and ambition to be a pro-hero in the first place. Though, a few of the students, namely Shouto and Kirishima, decided to sit this one out. While Shouto's decison made sense, it was a bit odd to hear, Kirishima, the normally out-spoken male decline an offer to tell his story. But he didn't make any move to pry, only nodding at him during their little time during breakfast and made sure to have a mental note on the whole thing.
With time to spare, though, Yagi took the kids out to the beach area which was mostly covered in large, variously sized, rocks. Being it still earlier, the place was pretty much empty. Say for a few fishers and their far-left minding them none and a few boats out in the deep blue water.
He kept all the kids in view, as well as Mic who had tagged along for extra support. They both stayed on the outside of the group, letting them sit or walk along the rock. Pick things up and whatnot. They all seemed to enjoy themselves, even if Yagi did have to yell at a few (Denki) kids, to stop trying to jump into the water.
They'd stayed for a good hour or so before it was clear they were getting bored. So, wrangling them all up, they headed back to the main city area and checked out a couple of gift shops.
Or they tried too.
Yagi wasn't surprised by the number of people, both young and old, that recognized some that were with him. People either glanced in their direction, pointing, or waving as if they knew the group. It was confusing for only a second until a small group came up to ask for autographs. And no surprise, when the students happily obliged.
It was a nice scene even with Mic constant babbling about how proud he was of them for reaching this level. The fact that they all were equally loved was nice.
After the first group, more and more started to pop up, to the point where they could barely walk a couple of yards without someone coming up to both the teachers and the students. After a while, they had to start declining some of the people which were met with mixed feelings, but they had places to be. But, one group seemed particularly determined to get what they want. An after being trailing for a good five minutes Yagi gave in and allowed the group to get what they wanted.
This time though, his students didn't seem as eager and answered whatever question they had given them as short and brief as possible.
One male, maybe as tall as Ilda had scanned the group before bursting out into small snickers. "I knew it was too quiet. So that Bakugou kid really is gone, huh? Must be a real relief."
The air tensed, as the group stared at the boy, processing the words that came from him. Though he didn't seem to see the problem, nor did his friends as one of the girls piped up, bright orange eyes glinted with devious intent despite her overall innocent appearance.
"Yeah, he was totally rude! I heard he was a bully in middle school too! One of his ex-friends came out about it when the sports festival happened."
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Maybe Change is Good
FanfictionSince Bakugou Katsuki was young, he's noticed the indifference around him. People were wary, cautious, scared even whenever he was around and it didn't change when he got to U.A. However After the kidnapping by the LOV, it seemed to be the final str...