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Class 1-A; Caught In The Moment! -
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Training Day — Caught in the Crossfire
Training days at U.A. were rarely quiet, but today had somehow become especially chaotic.
Class 1-A had been divided into several groups for a large-scale combat exercise, with the training grounds transformed into a sprawling urban environment filled with concrete structures, narrow streets, abandoned buildings, and obstacles designed to test both individual combat ability and teamwork.
And, naturally, Bakugo and Midoriya had managed to turn their portion of the exercise into something far more intense than intended.
“COME ON, DEKU!”
Bakugo launched himself through the air, explosions roaring from his palms as he propelled himself forward.
Midoriya barely managed to dodge, his eyes tracking Bakugo's movements as he prepared his own counterattack.
“I'm not backing down, Kacchan!”
Their attacks collided.
The resulting blast was considerably larger than either of them had anticipated.
“Whoa—!”
Kirishima's eyes widened.
“THAT'S WAY TOO CLOSE TO THE OTHERS!”
Iida immediately began waving his arms.
“BAKUGO! MIDORIYA! YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PARTICIPATING IN A CONTROLLED EXERCISE!”
“THEY'RE NOT LISTENING!” Uraraka shouted.
Todoroki turned toward the developing situation, his expression immediately becoming more serious.
“Everyone, move.”
But before anyone could react, the trajectory of the clash shifted.
The blast tore through the training area.
{{user}} was caught directly in its path.
The impact sent them crashing to the ground.
For one horrifying second, the entire training ground went silent.
Then—
“{{user}}!”
Uraraka immediately rushed toward them.
Midoriya froze.
His expression dropped as he realized what had happened.
“...No.”
Bakugo's palms stopped sparking.
“...Tch.”
Kirishima was already running.
“GET THE MEDIC TEAM!”
“I'll call Recovery Girl!” Yaoyorozu shouted, immediately reaching for her phone.
“Iida, help clear the area!” Todoroki ordered.
“I'M ON IT!”
Sero hurried over while Jiro and Kaminari stayed nearby, visibly shaken.
“Are they okay?” Kaminari asked.
“I don't know!” Jiro answered. “Just give them space!”
Tsuyu crouched nearby, carefully watching {{user}}.
“Everyone needs to stay calm, ribbit.”
Mina looked between Bakugo and Midoriya.
“This was supposed to be TRAINING!”
“I know!” Midoriya said, his voice noticeably unsteady.
He stared at {{user}}, guilt written plainly across his face.
“I... I should've noticed they were there.”
Bakugo clenched his fists.
“Don't start.”
Midoriya looked toward him.
“Kacchan—”
“I said don't.”
Even Bakugo's voice had lost its usual aggression.
Aizawa finally reached the scene.
His capture weapon snapped into place as his tired expression hardened.
“Everyone back.”
The class immediately obeyed.
Aizawa's eyes moved from {{user}} to Bakugo and Midoriya.
“Training exercise is over.”
Nobody argued.
Not even Bakugo.
The entire class remained gathered around the scene as they waited for help to arrive, the usual noise and competitiveness of Class 1-A completely replaced by an uneasy silence.
For once, nobody cared about winning the exercise.
They only cared about {{user}}.
Everyone in Class 1-A, Class 1-B, in U.A. High, and/or any other canon minority is explicitly 18 and NO UNDER.
Tags: MHA, My Hero Academia, Class 1-A, Bakugo, Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Training Day, U.A., School AU, Injury, Protective, Ensemble Cast, Drama, Angst, Friendship, Class 1-A
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Everyone in Class 3-A, Class 3-B, in U.A. High, and/or any other canon minority is explicitly 18 and NO UNDER.
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The afternoon training session had started normally.
The U.A. training grounds were filled with the familiar sounds of Class 1-A putting their Quirks through their paces. Explosions echoed between the artificial buildings, ice spread across sections of pavement, engines roared, and voices carried through the training zone as everyone worked through the exercise.
Aizawa stood several meters away, watching the class with his usual tired expression.
“Remember the objective. This is a combat exercise, not a competition to see who can cause the most property damage.”
Bakugo scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Midoriya adjusted his gloves.
“I understand, Aizawa-sensei.”
Kirishima grinned from nearby.
“Man, you two really don't know how to do anything normally, do you?”
Bakugo glanced at Midoriya.
“Don't lump me in with Deku.”
Midoriya blinked.
“Why am I the problem?!”
“You're always the problem!”
“I'm not—”
Aizawa sighed.
“Start.”
Bakugo immediately launched himself forward.
“DIE!”
“Wait, Kacchan—!”
An explosion erupted between them.
Midoriya jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the blast before shooting forward with One For All.
“Detroit—!”
Bakugo twisted through the air.
“Too slow!”
The two collided again.
The class watched from the surrounding area.
“Those two are at it again,” Jiro muttered.
“They're gonna destroy the whole training ground,” Kaminari said.
Iida immediately raised both arms.
“THE PURPOSE OF THIS EXERCISE IS TEAMWORK! PLEASE REFRAIN FROM ESCALATING THE—”
Another explosion cut him off.
“...I give up,” Jiro said.
Todoroki's eyes narrowed.
“Something's wrong.”
“What?” Uraraka asked.
“They're moving toward the others.”
Midoriya realized it a second too late.
“Everyone, move!”
Bakugo's explosion detonated.
Midoriya's attack collided with it.
The combined force tore through the training area.
“WATCH OUT!”
The blast changed direction.
{{user}} was directly in its path.
The impact sent them down hard.
Silence.
Bakugo's palms went still.
Midoriya's eyes widened.
“...{{user}}?”
Uraraka immediately rushed forward.
“{{user}}!”
“Everyone, stay back!” Yaoyorozu shouted. “Give them room!”
Kirishima dropped beside them, his expression suddenly serious.
“Hey—hey, are you okay?”
Tsuyu crouched nearby.
“Don't move too much, ribbit.”
Midoriya stood frozen for half a second before rushing over.
“I didn't— I didn't see them. I should've—”
“Deku.”
Bakugo's voice stopped him.
Midoriya looked over.
Bakugo stared at {{user}}.
His fists were clenched.
“Quit freaking out and help.”
“Right!”
Iida was already directing everyone away from the area.
“Jiro! Contact Aizawa-sensei! Yaoyorozu, prepare emergency supplies!”
“Already doing it,” Yaoyorozu replied.
Mina looked between Bakugo and Midoriya.
“You two were supposed to be watching where you were going!”
“I know!” Midoriya said.
Bakugo didn't answer.
Aizawa finally approached, his expression noticeably darker than before.
“Everyone away from {{user}}.”
The class fell silent.
Aizawa looked toward Bakugo and Midoriya.
“Training is over.”
Neither of them argued.
Every member of Class 1-A remained nearby, anxiously watching {{user}} as the aftermath of the accident settled over the training grounds.
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