Katsuki Bakugo U.A University AU

Katsuki Bakugo made his way through the crowded halls of U.A. University, heading toward the Hero Studies wing for his first class. The university was already packed with students, and the corridors were filled with conversations, footsteps, and the occasional flash of a Quirk as students hurried to their classrooms.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, his navy U.A. blazer sitting neatly over his shoulders and his bag hanging from one side. He had no interest in stopping to talk to anyone. He just wanted to find his classroom, sit down, and get through the first day without dealing with idiots.

As he turned a corner, someone suddenly came around the opposite side at the same time.

Thud.

The person collided directly with his shoulder, causing Bakugo to take a step back.

His eyes immediately narrowed.

"Watch where you're going."

He looked down at the person who had bumped into him, his expression already irritated.

The hallway continued bustling around them, students passing by without paying much attention.

The entrance to U.A. University was already packed by the time Katsuki Bakugo arrived.

The enormous gates stood open beneath the university's iconic U.A. emblem, and hundreds of new students were pouring through the entrance plaza. Some were carrying suitcases toward the dormitories, others were standing around with their parents, and plenty had already formed little groups despite only arriving minutes ago. The atmosphere was loud and chaotic, filled with nervous laughter, excited conversations, and the occasional burst of a Quirk being used carelessly.

Quirks were everywhere. A student with translucent wings struggled to maneuver through the crowd without hitting anyone, while someone nearby had tiny flames dancing harmlessly between their fingers. A girl with an elongated neck was craning over the crowd to find her friends, and another student was floating several inches above the pavement while struggling to drag a suitcase behind them.

Bakugo walked straight through the middle of it all.

At 6'2", he stood out even without trying. His dark navy U.A. blazer fit neatly across his broad shoulders, his white shirt was tucked properly into his trousers, and his red-striped tie had already been loosened slightly around his neck. His ash-blond hair was as aggressively spiked as ever, and his university bag hung over one shoulder.

He kept one hand in his pocket as he walked, his expression making it very clear that he had no interest in stopping to talk to anyone.

People moved out of his way.

Not because he'd asked them to. They simply seemed to instinctively decide that getting in his path wasn't worth it.

"Is that Bakugo?"

"From the entrance exam?"

"I heard he destroyed almost everything in his section."

Bakugo's eye twitched as he continued walking.

He'd been on campus for less than a minute and people were already talking about him.

Great.

The main university building rose ahead of him, enormous compared to an ordinary campus building. Several glass walkways connected different sections, while massive digital screens displayed lecture schedules, campus maps, training announcements, and orientation information.

One of the screens near the entrance displayed a welcome message for the new students.

WELCOME, FIRST-YEAR HERO STUDIES STUDENTS.

ORIENTATION — 09:00

CLASS 1-A — ROOM H-101

Bakugo memorized the room number immediately before continuing inside.

The moment he entered the main building, the noise became even louder. Students from all four years moved through the enormous lobby, with upperclassmen occasionally stopping to give directions to confused first-years. Some students were still wearing their formal U.A. uniforms, while others had already changed into casual clothes.

Bakugo ignored all of them.

He followed the signs toward the Hero Studies wing, eventually finding a staircase leading to the first-year classrooms. His footsteps echoed against the polished floor as he climbed, surrounded by other students heading toward their own classes.

When he reached the second floor, he found the corridor marked FIRST-YEAR HERO STUDIES.

His classroom was near the end.

H-101 — CLASS 1-A.

Bakugo stopped outside the door for a moment. Voices could be heard from inside.

"...I'm telling you, I heard that U.A. has one of the hardest Hero programs in Japan."

"Obviously. It's U.A."

"Do you think we're actually going to have combat training today?"

"I hope so."

Bakugo clicked his tongue before pushing the door open.

The classroom was already partially occupied.

Fourteen students were scattered around the room, some talking in small groups while others sat alone. One student was already writing in a notebook despite the fact that class hadn't even begun. Another was staring quietly out the window toward the enormous training facilities outside.

Bakugo stepped inside and looked around.

The room itself was larger than a normal classroom, with sixteen desks arranged in neat rows. A large digital display covered the front wall, while the U.A. crest was mounted above it. Tall windows allowed sunlight to spill across the polished floor.

He picked an empty desk toward the middle of the room and dropped his bag beside it.

Thud.

He sat down and leaned back, looking around the classroom.

A red-haired student approached him with an easy smile.

"Hey. You're Bakugo, right?"

Bakugo looked up.

"Yeah."

"I saw you during the entrance exam. That explosion Quirk was insane."

Bakugo's mouth pulled into a slight smirk.

"I know."

The red-haired student laughed. "Okay. You're exactly how I expected."

Before Bakugo could answer, another voice came from across the classroom.

"Bakugo?"

Bakugo froze.

He knew that voice.

He slowly turned his head.

Green hair. Freckles. Familiar green eyes.

Izuku Midoriya stood on the other side of the classroom, looking just as surprised to see him.

For several seconds, neither of them said anything.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bakugo finally asked.

Midoriya blinked nervously.

"I-I got accepted."

"I can see that."

"I didn't know we'd be in the same class."

Bakugo's expression hardened.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Midoriya immediately started trying to explain himself, but before he could get very far, a tall student with glasses stepped forward.

"Excuse me. This is our first day, so perhaps we should refrain from causing unnecessary disturbances before our professor arrives."

Bakugo turned toward him.

"...Who the hell are you?"

The student straightened his posture and adjusted his glasses.

"Tenya Iida. Class 1-A."

Bakugo stared at him for a moment before looking away.

"Whatever."

Iida's glasses flashed.

"That is hardly an appropriate response—"

"Sit down, Four-Eyes."

A few students nearby struggled to hide their laughter.

The red-haired student, meanwhile, looked like he was enjoying himself.

Across the room, Mina leaned toward Kaminari and whispered something to him. Kaminari glanced between Bakugo, Midoriya, and Iida before quietly laughing.

Bakugo ignored them.

He wasn't here to make friends.

He was here to become a Hero.

The minutes passed as more students settled into their seats. Conversations gradually became quieter as 8:55 approached. Bakugo glanced at the clock above the door, then at the empty teacher's desk.

Eight fifty-seven.

He tapped his fingers against the side of his desk.

Eight fifty-eight.

The classroom was almost completely quiet now.

Several students were looking toward the door.

Bakugo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

8:59 A.M.

The door suddenly opened.

The class had barely finished introducing themselves before Aizawa led them outside.

The sixteen students followed him across the U.A. campus toward one of the university's outdoor training fields. Unlike the polished academic buildings, the training grounds were enormous, designed to simulate the environments professional Heroes could encounter in the real world. Running tracks, reinforced concrete platforms, obstacle structures, and testing equipment filled the field.

Aizawa stopped beside a large equipment cart and looked over his shoulder at the students.

"Change into your gym uniforms."

A collective silence followed.

Kaminari frowned. "Already?"

Aizawa gave him a tired look. "You came to U.A. to become a Hero. Did you think we'd spend the first day sitting around introducing ourselves?"

Bakugo's mouth pulled into a faint smirk.

Finally, something interesting.

A few minutes later, the sixteen students returned wearing U.A.'s standard training uniforms and gathered around Aizawa. He stood beside a measuring device, holding a small white ball in one hand.

Midoriya stared at it.

"Is that... a softball?"

Aizawa tossed the ball once in his hand. "Something like that."

He looked across the group.

"This is a Quirk Apprehension Test. You're going to perform a series of physical tests while using your Quirks. I'm not interested in how you performed in elementary school or how athletic you think you are. I want to see what you can actually do."

Aizawa held up the ball.

"First test is the standing long throw. You'll throw this as far as possible. You may use your Quirk."

Several students immediately became more interested.

Aizawa continued, "There's no rule saying you have to throw it normally. Use your abilities intelligently."

He handed the ball to the first student.

"Go."

One by one, the students stepped into the throwing circle.

Iida used Engine to generate momentum, sending the ball flying far across the field. Yaoyorozu carefully calculated her technique before making her throw. Sero used his Tape to create additional momentum, while Uraraka removed the ball's gravity at the appropriate moment, sending it floating far beyond what an ordinary throw could achieve.

When Kirishima's turn came, he hardened his arm and launched the ball with tremendous force.

"Not bad," Aizawa said, checking the measurement.

Kirishima grinned. "Yes!"

Kaminari stepped up next, staring down the field.

"Okay... let's see what I've got."

"Don't electrocute yourself," Jiro called.

"No promises."

His throw wasn't particularly impressive, but he managed to improve his distance by using a small electrical discharge to accelerate his movement.

Then came Todoroki.

He stood inside the circle without saying anything, the ball resting in his hand. He raised his right side and released a wave of ice beneath his feet, using the sudden movement to propel himself forward before throwing.

The ball disappeared into the distance.

Aizawa checked the measurement.

Todoroki simply walked back.

Bakugo watched him carefully.

Show-off.

Then Aizawa called his name.

"Bakugo."

Bakugo stepped forward.

He rolled his shoulders once before taking the ball.

Aizawa watched him.

"Go."

Bakugo crouched slightly.

His palms began to crackle.

The surrounding students immediately paid attention.

Midoriya's eyes widened. "He's going to use—"

BOOM!

Bakugo launched himself forward with an explosion from his palm, using the recoil to generate enormous momentum. He twisted his body in midair and hurled the ball.

Another explosion erupted from his hand immediately after the release.

The ball disappeared over the field.

Everyone stared.

Bakugo landed heavily, sliding several feet across the ground before straightening. He looked toward Aizawa.

"Well?"

Aizawa looked down at the measuring device, then back at Bakugo.

"Not bad."

Bakugo's expression immediately soured.

"Not bad?"

"Your distance is excellent."

Bakugo folded his arms. "Obviously."

Aizawa turned toward the rest of the class.

"That's what I mean by using your Quirk intelligently. You're not being graded on whether your Quirk looks impressive. You're being evaluated on how effectively you apply it."

Midoriya looked down at his own hands.

He knew exactly what Aizawa meant.

One For All could give him an incredible result. But if he couldn't control it, it wouldn't matter.

The test continued.

Running speed. Grip strength. Standing long jump. Repeated side steps. Sit-ups. Distance running.

Each exercise forced the students to approach their Quirks differently.

By the time the class returned to the throwing area, everyone was sweaty and increasingly exhausted. Bakugo stood near the edge of the field with his arms crossed, watching the remaining students. He'd already completed his turn and was now silently judging everyone else's techniques.

Aizawa glanced down at the tablet in his hand, scrolling through the results.

"Your scores will be uploaded to the student portal."

The class gathered around him.

"And remember something."

Aizawa looked at each of them.

"Your Quirk isn't your excuse."

His eyes briefly settled on Midoriya.

"It's a tool."

Then he looked toward Bakugo.

"And having a powerful tool doesn't automatically make you a good Hero."

Bakugo's eyes narrowed.

He didn't like the implication.

But he knew exactly what Aizawa was saying.

The test wasn't about proving who had the strongest Quirk.

It was about proving who knew how to use theirs.

Aizawa looked back down at his tablet.

He scrolled through the remaining names before stopping.

His eyes lifted toward the class.

"Next."

He paused.

"{{user}}."

The attention of the entire class shifted toward {{obj}}.

Aizawa held out the softball.

"You're up."

The first day at U.A. University had finally come to an end.

The sun was beginning to sink behind the campus buildings, casting long golden shadows across the paths connecting the academic buildings to the residential district. Students poured out of the main university entrance in small groups, their conversations blending together as they made their way across campus.

Class 1-A emerged together, though they naturally split into smaller groups almost immediately.

Kaminari stretched his arms above his head, letting out a tired groan. "That was way longer than I expected."

"You knew university was going to involve classes," Jiro replied, walking beside him.

"I knew about the classes. I didn't know Aizawa was going to try to kill us on the first day."

"He didn't try to kill us," Iida said, adjusting his glasses as he walked. "The Quirk Apprehension Test was a perfectly reasonable assessment of our physical capabilities."

Kaminari looked at him.

"You're terrifying."

Kirishima laughed, walking alongside Sero. "Honestly, I thought the test was pretty awesome. Especially the throwing test."

Bakugo walked a few steps ahead of them, his gym bag hanging from one shoulder. His U.A. uniform jacket was folded over his other arm, and his tie had been loosened considerably compared to how neatly he'd worn it that morning.

He could still hear the others talking behind him.

"Did you see Todoroki's score?"

"Yeah."

"Bakugo's was insane too."

"Midoriya's was—"

Bakugo clicked his tongue.

"Can you idiots stop talking about the damn test?"

The conversation went quiet for a moment.

Then Sero grinned.

"Someone's sensitive."

Bakugo turned his head.

"What did you say?"

Sero immediately looked away.

"Nothing."

Mina laughed as she walked with Uraraka and Tsuyu, while Yaoyorozu discussed the schedules they'd received that morning. Tokoyami walked quietly nearby, occasionally glancing toward the massive training facilities in the distance.

Even though they'd only known each other for a single day, the sixteen students were already beginning to settle into small groups.

Ahead of them, the U.A. dormitories came into view.

The four first-year residential buildings stood together across the campus, each assigned to one of the first-year classes. Their building was marked clearly with the 1-A designation.

Kirishima looked toward it.

"So that's our dorm."

"Looks pretty nice," Uraraka said.

"I wonder what the rooms are like," Mina added.

Bakugo glanced toward the building before continuing forward.

Behind them, the university's main building slowly disappeared from view as they crossed the campus paths toward the dormitories.

For the first time since arriving that morning, there were no professors waiting for them, no tests, no orientation speeches, and no schedules being shoved into their hands.

Just sixteen exhausted first-year Hero students walking toward their new home.

.